Mr. Liu didn't come up with a suitable solution in the end, but he recommended a place for Feng Xiangyun - Hon Hai Pavilion.

Hon Hai Pavilion is the place where the Yunhai Sect collects books, standing in the world for 30,000 years, which can be said to be much older than the vast majority of existing countries and sects in the world. The collection in Hon Hai Pavilion is like a sea of stars, as vast as a sea of smoke, all-encompassing, exercises, secrets, customs, and so on.

It is rumored that the cabinet also includes the legendary methods above the nine grades, but no one has confirmed it. If there is a place in the world that can help him, it will definitely find the answer he wants.

"Hon Hai Pavilion! It seems that it is impossible not to go. ”

Feng Xiangyun sighed secretly and began to meditate on whether everything was in order.

A change of clothes, twenty dust charms. It can last for half a year, which is enough.

A daily notebook, an exotic exercise, and three volumes of "Red Tears". It's a little less, but it's a little heavier.

A guide to the Qin State. This may not be useful, but he also brought a three-grade standard iron sword, with his exquisite crane shape, which is not worthwhile.

Six hundred taels of silver, some scattered silver taels. If it's not enough, you can borrow it with his ten-fold cultivation of Qi Yuan.

There are also letters left on the table in the palace, first cut and then play!

Feng Xiangyun saw that there was no major gap, took the package, and rushed straight to Qingping Wharf, where there was a boat, and he couldn't wait to embark on the road to the south.

The sky is full of dark clouds, the clouds are treacherous, and the rainstorm is coming.

......

The Royal Study.

Feng Xinglie leaned back in his chair to recuperate.

Recently, the official documents in Yunjiang City have increased dramatically, piled up into a half-human-high stack, and Feng Xing looked at the official documents weakly, as if he saw the spider silk attacking from the sky, entangled him so much that he couldn't move, and he wanted to smash them all with one knife.

Suddenly, there was a panicked stumble of footsteps outside the door, and the door opened.

Feng Xinglie was disturbed and sleepy, and looked over unhappily, it was the chief housekeeper Hou Man.

Hou Man has always been cautious and cautious, and he has not made a mistake for more than ten years, which makes Feng Xinglie have a bad premonition in his heart.

"Lord Wang, something is wrong!"

As soon as Hou Man entered the door, he hurriedly knelt on the ground and announced: "Feng Shizi was assassinated at the entrance of Huiyuan Fang. ”

Feng Xinglie straightened up suddenly, glared at him and roared: "What's going on?

Hou Man burst into tears, and said with a crying voice: "The messenger came to report, and when they were inspecting, they found that Young Master Ziyan was him—he fell to the ground and was dead!"

"Poof!"

Feng Xingli took up the case, no, there was no more desk, and together with those official documents, it was all broken under his palm.

Over the years, he has suppressed his temper, and many people have forgotten that he is the throne that was killed out of blood, and he is still a martial arts master who has perfected his qi and practiced martial intent!

"Pass my order, let Lu Jiandao block the city gate, no one can let go, let Yu Chenghua take his work to the yamen and wait, I will rush over immediately. "The wind is fierce and the face sinks like water.

"Yes, my lord, the carriage is ready and waiting at the door. Hou Man saluted respectfully and got up to leave.

The government was already panicked, and the guards all lowered their voices to speak, for fear of alarming anyone, they put away their usual lazy appearance one by one, trembling, and they had to shake their bodies a few times when they were called by their names.

Anyone can see that King Yunjiang is thundering, and if Feng Xiangyun is there, he can even clearly see that this anger is at least 9 degrees high.

In the inner room, several people surrounded the corpse of a young man.

After groping around the corpse, he replied: "My lord, preliminary observation, the deceased will not be more than an hour away from death, there are only two wounds on his body, one is a palm print on his chest, and the other is between his throat, and the cause of death is that his trachea was punctured and suffocated. The murderer should be a person who practices martial arts, and his cultivation has at least passed the level of body refining and reached the realm of qi yuan. ”

"The outline of the palm print on the deceased's chest is complete, and judging from the degree of damage to the physical body, it does not look like the true qi of martial arts, but it looks like the true qi of Taoism, and it may be from the south. ”

"Qi Yuan Realm?" Feng Xinglie sneered, "Yan'er has practiced my Feng family's martial arts since he was a child, and his fist and knife skills are all proficient, and with his Qi Yuan Eightfold True Qi, even a martial artist at the peak of Qi Yuan does not dare to win, what Qi Yuan Realm is so powerful that it can take his life in one move?"

"That's not what your lord said. He insisted: "If the murderer has the cultivation of the Xuanyuan Realm, this palm on his body can destroy the heart veins, and there is no need to make up for it in the throat at all." ”

While the two were talking, a sturdy man hurried to the door.

"General Yu, what are the gains?" asked Feng Xinglie.

Yu Chenghua was under the command of the government and was responsible for mediating the conflicts between the people of the city, arresting and detaining prisoners, and in Yunjiang City, such a position would also be granted to the general as appropriate.

"Xia Guan has checked, Feng Shizi went to Fang City because he heard that the book club had a new batch of books, and he temporarily decided to buy them, maybe he had a grudge with someone halfway. Huiyuanfang has recently come to a group of vendors, and the cultivation is good, you can try to investigate from this aspect. Yu Chenghua carefully observed Yunjiang Wangdi's face.

Since Feng Xinglie looked at the corpse, he was a little distracted, his expression was inexplicable, and his voice was a little hoarse, "General Yu, you can help me take a look at the wound between Yan'er's throat and see what the path is, look carefully!"

Yu Chenghua was suspicious, carefully examined the wound left, neither fist, nor palm, finger nor blade, he gestured with his hand, and suddenly shuddered.

"What kind of injury?"

Yu Chenghua hesitated: "If the lower officials are not mistaken, it is a closed-mouthed crane." ”

The closed-mouthed crane is the technique of the crane shape fist, specializing in the vital parts, and there are very few people in Yunjiang City who are proficient in the crane shape, only two people. One is Wu Laodao of the White Crane Temple outside the city, and the other is Feng Xiangyun.

Feng Xinglie suddenly stopped Hou Man, "Steward Hou, where is Feng Hengyi at this time?"

Hou Man said: "Lord, there is a note in the second son's room, I sent the maid to send you the study, the second son said that he wants to swing the rivers and lakes with a sword, go south to seek the Tao, let you not read it." ”

"Don't read it?" Feng Xing trembled with anger, and gasped: "I'm still thinking about who can kill Yan'er in the downtown so neatly and quietly? Now it's all explained, brother is really my good son!haha!"

Several people listened to Feng Xinglie laughing, and they all buried their heads in their chests, Hou Man followed Feng Xinglie for the longest time, knowing that he was extremely angry, and he didn't dare to make a sound.

"Yu Chenghua, what are you still doing in a daze?

Feng Xinglie scolded regardless of his manners: "You guys also get out of here, get out of here!"

Everyone scattered like birds and beasts, and coincidentally, many people soon said that they had seen the second son in Huiyuanfang in the morning, less than an hour after Feng Shizi's body was found.

At this point, the truth is revealed.

......

"What? Yunze is blocked, and the ship is not allowed to move. ”

Feng Xiangyun came to Qingping Wharf full of hope, but received such an answer from the boat boss.

The boat boss pointed to Yunze, who was shrouded in fog, and said helplessly: "It's not that I don't want to drive the boat, Zhengyi has issued a notice, as of April 2, Zhengyi is going to hold a public trial meeting in the lake, and the lake is sealed with a large array, and I can't open it if I want to!"

"There are two days left, then you-" Feng Xiangyun looked at the dock, and the ships were very lively, looking like they could set sail at any time.

The boat boss suddenly whispered: "Childe, if you want nothing to do, you can get on the boat in advance, if you have any relatives and friends, the neighbors can bring it." ”

"I'm giving the boatmen fifteen copper plates per person a day, I'll give you a happy word here, if you come, I'll give you a penny of silver every day, and for every person you pull, I'll give you two more copper plates a day, how about it?"

It turns out that they are all mixed subsidies!

Feng Xiangyun was not interested in these, waved his hand and left, and there was a faint cry of the boat boss in his ears, "There are still benefits to talk about for meals, the price really can't be changed, and the price of the whole dock is uniform!"