The vicious monk named Jing San raised his knife and slashed at it, Feng Qian only felt that the blade flashed in front of her, and the blade slashed from her waist, she closed her eyes and sighed silently in her heart: "Are you dead like this?" ”

The night breeze came with a trace of dew, a little wet, Jingsan, who was about to cut with a knife, suddenly paused, felt that something was wrong, a dangerous breath came from behind him, he turned his head suddenly, a short knife swept cold and silently from his neck, the throat was cut immediately, and blood gushed out like a spring, Jingsan looked at the person in front of him in shock, opened his mouth, but didn't say a word, and died of convulsions in a blink of an eye.

Feng Qian smelled the bloody breath, and when she opened her eyes, she saw Jing San's body lying on the ground, and the blood under her body had become a river, she hurriedly looked around, and found that Jing Yi, who should be on the side at this time, didn't know where to go?

Feng was shocked, but she felt a tightness around her waist, and a strong force lifted her whole person, she only felt a flower in front of her, and then fell into a strange embrace.

Feng Qian struggled, but the man said, "Miss Feng, don't leave at this time, you won't be able to leave if you want to leave after a while." ”

Feng Tianxin suddenly stopped struggling, and she heard the person's voice, it was Wang Muzhi.

Wang Muzhi walked quickly on the eaves, and after a while, he brought her back to the room, and the torture of the bone needle had made her delirious.

In a daze, she heard Wang Muzhi say: "Miss Feng, if you don't pull out the bone needle on your shoulder in time, I am afraid that you will have to worry about your life, and you will be offended by many offenses." ”

She was a little groggy from the pain, and in a trance she saw Qingyun's indifferent face in front of her, the corners of her eyebrows were as indifferent as a clear moon, dignified as ink, Feng leaned in her heart at all, he didn't know when he came in, at this time he bent in front of her, was watching quietly, his eyes were deep, but there was a touch of pity.

"Qingyun ......"

She muttered his name, only to realize that her voice was quieter than expected, and she was simply cautious.

She pursed her lips and stretched out her hand to him, Qingyun also stretched out her big palm, held her hand in the palm of her hand, sighed softly and seemed to complain: "Pour your heart, why are you so careless and let yourself be hurt again?" ”

The throbbing flowed in her heart, and the surroundings were quiet, Feng Qianxin only felt a pair of big hands, the palms were warm, and they clung to her gently, refusing to let go.

Warm tears flowed down her eyes, and she said, "Qingyun, I'm fine." ”

Qingyun let out another long sigh, raised his hand to caress her cheek, and gently rubbed it on Feng Tianxin's cheek with his palm, so soft that it was like a cloud caressing his face, and Feng Tianxin showed a smile with satisfaction.

"Pour your heart, no matter how fate plays tricks on you, promise me that you will not speak lightly of life and death, because if you die, there will be nothing."

Feng Qian nodded with a smile, a little smile appeared on the corner of her lips, and gradually, the corners of her eyes and eyebrows rose, as if she had seen something beautiful and happy, and with this kind of joy, she gradually went into the dream again.

When she opened her eyes again, the morning light on the window shone on her eyes, warm, but the person in front of her was not Qingyun.

Thinking of last night's incident, Feng Tianxin sat up from the bed suddenly, the intense pain originated from her shoulder, which was a sharp pain, which made her wrinkle and her lips chapped and bloodless.

"Miss Feng beware."

"It's you." Feng Qian raised his eyes to look at him, frowned and asked, "Wang Muzhi, you are here to find your father." ”

Wang Muzhi smiled bitterly, slowly stood up with his back to her, and said, "No, I'm here to find you." ”

"Looking for me?" Feng Qianxin looked at his back and was even more surprised, and asked, "Wang Gongzi is joking?" ”

Wang Muzhi turned his head and fell on her, his gaze was full of sorrow, mixed with helplessness and pity, and he swept over her face helplessly.

"Miss Feng, do you know that you are already in the whirlpool now?"

Feng lowered his eyes gloomily, pursed his lips and said, "So what? ”

Wang Muzhi stood at the head of the bed and looked at her condescendingly, his expression was not serious, and the usual smile on his face had long disappeared, replaced by an irrepressible sadness.

"Fate is unfair, God treats people like this, but I always have to fight, Miss Feng, you leave with me, leave this place full of tricks, even if ...... It's my father, and he's thinking about you......"

"You mean to let me escape?" Feng Tianxin interrupted him, and his lowered eyes were even more bitter: "But where can I escape, after all, it is because of it, I also want to see who is behind it?" ”

"What if the ending makes you sad?"

His words made Feng's heart ache, and he sneered when he opened his mouth:

"Is it like Wang Gongzi who ended up alone?"

Feng Qianxin was suddenly annoyed for some reason, but she couldn't help but regret it when she spoke, in fact, she couldn't suppress her emotions for a while, knowing the guess in her heart, but she still had hope.

Wang Muzhi's face was pale, but he did not defend himself.

"I'm sorry."

"Why should Miss Feng apologize, I really don't deserve to be pitied, I was played around by a woman who doesn't love me, and I pushed the woman who loves me to death with my own hands!" Wang Muzhi's self-deprecating lips hooked, his face full of pain and guilt.

The two were silent for a long time, and after a while, Wang Muzhi looked up at her and asked, "Miss Fang Caifeng has been calling a name in a coma, Qingyun, but six years ago, that Qingyun son who became a monk for love?" ”

Feng Tianxin's hands tightened suddenly, and when he heard his name again, he still couldn't help but feel heartache: "No, you heard it wrong." ”

Wang Muzhi didn't say anything, his expression was also gloomy, he slowly opened his mouth for a long time, and couldn't help but ask her: "Miss Feng, can you tell me where Baguio's grave is buried?" ”

Feng was stunned, thought about her pleading eyebrows when the ghost finally dissipated, and sighed faintly: "When I was dying, I promised her that I would not tell you her last whereabouts. ”

——

On the second day, Longhua Temple really blew up the temple.

Jing San, one of the four major disciples under the abbot's seat, was cut his throat with a knife, and his death was tragic, causing panic throughout the temple.

Feng poured out the excuse that he had made, and he planned to say it when the abbot came to question, but after waiting for a long time, the old man didn't come.

Could it be that Shizuichi didn't tell him.

Feng Qian frowned and puzzled, although she was masked and disguised yesterday, she didn't think she would hide it from the shrewd Jingyi monk.

And when she fell from the house yesterday, she didn't see the scene at that time, and who wiped Jingsan's neck is still a mystery.

According to Wang Muzhi's recollection, when he came to the monastery, he had already seen the monk fall to the ground and die, and he did not see any other monks beside him.

So, who exactly was Jingsan killed?

Feng leaned on the bed tossing and turning, but he couldn't figure it out, if it wasn't for Wang Muzhi, would it be Jingyi?

But if it's really Jingyi, then why doesn't he push everything on her, in this way, wouldn't it be even more suspicious of him?

None of this makes sense.

Feng Qian didn't want to think about it until Wang Jianping came to the door.

He sat on the edge of the bed, looking at her inquiringly, undisguised from the suspicion in his eyes.

"The layman looks at me like this, is he suspicious of me?"

"In addition to the Phoenix Catcher's heart of exploration of Hualong Temple, will he also dare to visit the temple in the middle of the night?" Wang Jianping said categorically, as if she was the one who killed the murderer.

Wang Muzhi is right, Wang Jianping is really thinking about her.

"Do you have any evidence?" Feng asked him with a raised eyebrow.

"At noon last night, I came to Miss Feng's room." Wang Jianping looked at her with a smile: "But unfortunately, Miss Feng is not in the room at this time. ”

"Is it just to prove that I wasn't in the room when I was in the house?" Feng tilted his eyes coldly at him and said sarcastically: "The Willow Monk is really tireless. ”

"Miss Feng doesn't want to explain?"

"I don't want to." Feng tilted his head away and ignored him no more.

"That can't tolerate Miss Feng." Wang Jianping reached out and grabbed his wrist, stood up and said angrily: "The girl had better explain clearly, otherwise the girl will cause some trouble." ”

"Is this a sign that he has taken off his mask and revealed his true face?" Feng Qianxin raised a pair of clear eyes and looked at him.

"Miss Feng can think about it...... Wang Jianping laughed loudly, but the blade of his eyes fell on Feng's face like a blade: "Even if this is true, my Wang will never regret it." ”

Feng looked back at him with clear eyes, as if he didn't understand his sharpness, and the corners of his lips actually smiled a brilliant flower: "You originally wanted to get the blood of the heartless, trapping me here, I'm afraid that it will better control me, so I'm not welcome......"

After that, she slowly took out a delicate jade pendant from her arms, the jade pendant was gentle and soft, and it was engraved with a person's name and birthday.

She watched Wang Jianping's face change with satisfaction, and said calmly: "Master Wang has been practicing for so long, in the end he is still an ordinary man, digging ponds from Qingyue and pretending to be ghosts and killing people everywhere, all under the eyes of Lord Wang, the Lord only used one trick to sit on the mountain and watch the tiger fight, and then sit on the mountain to reap the benefits of the fisherman, even under the command I have to admire Lord Wang's courage and strategy, but fortunately, you still have a weakness in this world, that is Wang Muzhi."

"Last night, it was him who ......" Wang Jianping's voice trembled slightly, and the uncontrollable tension spread from the bottom of his heart, at this time, it had nothing to do with the conspiracy and weirdness, nothing to do with the desire to fight, just the father's concern and guilt for his son.

"Yes, didn't Master Wang want to explain, Jingsan was not killed by me, let alone your son Wang Muzhi, there is more than one person hidden in the shadows in Longhua Temple. However, before he leaves, he dragged me to ask you a question. ”

“…… What, what? ”

"He wants to ask you......" Feng Qian lowered his eyebrows and remembered Wang Muzhi's expression when he left, which was sad and disappointed, "He asked you, do you remember that the day Qingyue died was his birthday?" ”