[The sky was dark, the setting sun was smeared on the window lattice, and the soft light and light red shadows hit the house, like rusty iron bars. 】

"The Thousand-Hand Poison Girl is not dead?" Childish Cry wondered, "How did you know about this?"

"It's a long story, you don't have to know the details. ”

"Hmmm......"

Zhiwei understands that Chen Jian has not fully trusted himself, but he is not in a hurry, trust takes time to cultivate, and he can fully understand Chen Jian's caution.

"By the way, what faction was Zhang Shenghan from back then?"

"I didn't know. ”

Childish shook his head. Zhang Shenghan has very little information, and when he became the head of Wudang, the people of Middle Earth secretly investigated his life experience, wondering how he could become the head of the house, but the result was unsatisfactory. Aside from knowing that he was rewarded by the imperial court for killing the Thousand-Hand Poison Girl, there was nothing else worth noting.

After much deliberation, he said, "I guess it's likely that he's also a member of the Hermitage Sect. ”

Chen Jian nodded in agreement. He coincided with Childish Cry's thoughts.

Zhang Shenghan has a withdrawn personality, and he can get a glimpse of it from the opening of the martial arts conference, he is unlikely to participate in the struggle for the throne, and it is precisely because of his hermit faction that he has a meritorious role in killing a thousand poisonous women that the imperial court chose to make him the head.

"Let's assume that Zhang Shenghan is a hermit, what conclusions can we deduce?" Chen Jian was asking childishly again, and at the same time, he was also asking himself.

"Come to think of it—you haven't said anything you know. ”

Chen Jian couldn't tell which ones only he knew. He went through Fang Cai's information in his mind and said, "I know about you like you, do you know about Rose?"

"Ross is, the Dharma Protector. ”

"Three years ago, when Bian Li died in the capital, it was Ross who entered the capital with him. ”

After hearing this, Zhiwei sighed again and again: "There is another Luo Protector, and it is really messy and messy." ”

"Don't be poor. ”

Childishly weeping: "What kind of faction is Ross?"

"I only know that he is Bian Li's apprentice. ”

"Was he the one who killed Bian Li?"

"Possibly. ”

After a brief conversation, the two fell into deep thought again.

Zhiqi was rarely bothered by not being able to see the whole picture, but now, for the first time, he felt that his heart was not enough. Bian Li knew the truth that the thousand-handed poisonous girl did not die, but why did he die in the capital? One south and one north, the two places are thousands of miles apart. Is the location of the capital important? Will you say that he just happened to die there?

Sweat broke out on his forehead: "I remember that Ross had a close relationship with Zhang Shenghan, did he kill Bian Li under Zhang Shenghan's instructions?"

"I think so too," Chen Jian admires Zhixi's reasoning ability, "but I asked the other Dharma Protectors in Wudang, and they said that Bian Li was Ross's savior. ”

"No...... It doesn't matter. Childish shook his head, "The key is motivation, as long as it can be connected, no matter what the relationship between Ross and Bian Li is." ”

Chen Jian thought back to what happened to Ross and herself.

Ross says that life is too boring, so it's like looking for fun. Three years ago, would he have killed the killer because he thought it was fun to kill Bian Li?

It's hard to imagine.

"What about the Thousand-Handed Poisonous Girl?" "Zhi Wai felt that if he wanted to see the whole picture of the matter, he couldn't freeze on a clue, so he turned his gaze to the Hundred Bitter Sect, "That year, the Great Yan Emperor suddenly fell seriously ill, and the Thousand Hands Poisonous Girl was born, which was too coincidental in terms of time, and the sudden prosperity of the Hundred Bitter Sect was also surprising. ”

"Who's that rich man?"

"A certain minister in the court, I don't know his name. ”

Chen Jian twisted his neck a few times and looked up at the window.

The sky was dark, the setting sun was shining on the window lattice, and the soft light and light red shadows hit the house, like rusty iron bars.

"Time flies. Chen Jian couldn't help but sigh.

"But we still haven't figured anything out. Childish Cry rarely showed a lost expression, and he said angrily, "I must find out the truth!"

Chen Jian smiled.

Although Zhiwei brought a lot of information, Chen Jian understood that they had just stepped into the road to the truth, and there was still an extremely long way to go. Moreover, Chen Jian doesn't think that he can grasp the whole picture of the matter by relying on clues passed on by word of mouth, and the best way is to ask the person concerned for clarification.

For this reason, Chen Jian had to quickly find the phonograph urn.

"It's not too early, let's get here today. Chen Jian said, "I have other things to do in the evening." ”

Seeing the night falling, she got up and said, "I'll go back and continue to investigate." ”

"Well, I'm sorry for you. I'll let you know as soon as I have any new news. ”

Not long after Chen Jian sent Zhi Xi out of the house, he also left and went to the secret place he had been to last night.

There was still some time before it was completely dark, just in time to take advantage of the setting sun to carefully investigate the cliffs.

With his super memory, he soon came to the crevice of the mountain hidden by vines, and he did not rush in, but groped outside for a moment.

The surface of the mountain crevice is very smooth, and I don't know if it was washed by the rain for many years, or if someone deliberately smoothed the edges and corners of the stone to make it easier to enter and exit. Chen Jian carefully observed the lines on it, and in the vertical downward traces formed by the water flow, he could barely see a few horizontal abrasion marks.

Sure enough, someone has been in and out of here.

He turned sideways and explored the mountain wall through the crevices.

At the bottom, the faint footprints, and the low end, the long scratches at the end of the scabbard, all appeared before his eyes.

Passing through the mountain, he came to an open area, where the shouts and shouts from the martial arts field formed an endless echo, quite immersive.

Without Shen Yile by his side, Chen Jian groped on the ground where weeds were growing wildly without scruples.

Soon, he found several more small pieces of porcelain.

There were some patterns on the porcelain tiles, and because they were broken, he couldn't tell what was drawn, but he always felt that he had seen them somewhere.

"Strange," he said, placing the porcelain piece in the palm of his hand, "the phonograph urns in Rose's room are made of bronze, and these are ceramic...... Could it be that I am mistaken. But what about these ceramics?"

He searched here for nearly half an hour, but he found nothing but ceramic pieces, let alone a secret passage. The sound of the martial arts field gradually weakened, and the surroundings were completely plunged into darkness, and he retreated helplessly.

Probably not here.

Chen Jian thought to herself: First of all, this location is quite strange, although it is remote, but it is directly above the martial arts field, so it will not be undiscovered, especially the naughty disciples of Wudang, it is very likely to find this place;

It seems to be a busy day.

Chen Jian looked at the broken porcelain piece in his hand, and finally remembered where he had seen the lines on it - a few days ago, Cai Gong was eating at the banquet, and it was a ceramic canned food made of porcelain tiles with the same texture.

In other words, this is a jar that can be seen everywhere in Wudang, and the fragments appear there, and it is likely that someone is sitting in it while eating, while watching the situation of the martial arts field, and that person is most likely a disciple of Wudang.

"Alas......" Chen Jian reluctantly threw away the porcelain pieces.

You can no longer look around like a headless fly, you have to set a general direction.

He walked back to his lodgings with his head downcast, but before he could go around Rose's house.

"Is Ross there?"

"No. The guard told him.