"Yes, yes, yes." Jia Ping also reacted: "Ouyang Protector is illiterate, everyone knows this." This piece of paper can't be his. Jia Ping breathed a sigh of relief.

In the sect, he had the best relationship with Ouyang Cang, so naturally he would not believe that he was a spy of the Thousand City Pavilion.

"Hmph, just because you can't read when you first start teaching doesn't mean that you can't read now, not to mention that you can't read or write, you can easily disguise it, isn't it?" The suspicious Wu Taiping did not listen to their defense.

Jiang Qisheng, who was on the side, had already expected that he would use this excuse to justify, so he said: "What the master said is reasonable, but you look at these words, they are crooked, not like those written by literate people, but very much like those written by people who have just learned to write." ”

"What Mr. Jiang mean is that I learned to write?" Ouyang Cang wanted to cry without tears.

"I have reason to be suspicious."

"This ...... This kind of distorted handwriting, any literate person can write it, it must be someone else who blames Ouyang Protector, please teach and Mr. Jiang to take a clear look. Jia Ping was anxious.

At this time, Li Feibai also closed his mouth at the right time and said no more.

"No, you're wrong." Jiang Qisheng said slowly: "If a person knows how to write, even if he can deliberately imitate other people's handwriting, but the writing habit cannot be changed, and it is impossible to write such distorted handwriting." Li Feibai was stunned, but he didn't expect that Jiang Qisheng had a lot of research on writing.

Unfortunately, he did not know that as long as a person wrote in a non-dominant hand, it was such a distorted handwriting.

"How impossible, I can write." Jia Ping tried his best to help Ouyang Cang clear his suspicions.

"You can write?" Wu Taiping's fierce gaze immediately looked at him.

"Coach, you might as well give it a try."

"Okay, I'll give it a try." Wu Taiping waved his hand and asked people to take the pen and paper. After all, Ouyang Cang has followed him for many years, and he also wants to find out the truth, if he is really blamed, won't he fulfill the enemy's wish.

With the pen and ink ready, Jia Ping put the paper flat on the table, and began to write one stroke at a time against the handwriting on it.

Halfway through writing, he found himself sweating slightly on his back. This kind of deliberate imitation of distorted handwriting is indeed tiring.

He had to admit it in his heart. Before he finished writing, he couldn't wait to pick up the piece of paper he had just written, and said, "Please teach and Mr. Jiang to take a look, I can indeed imitate this kind of handwriting." The congregation presented two pieces of paper to Wu Taiping.

The latter didn't even pick up his hand, tilted his head, and ordered the sect to give Jiang Qisheng. Taking the two pieces of paper, Jiang Qisheng looked at them carefully.

"Humph!" After the tea, he sneered and threw two pieces of paper on the ground.

"Mr. Jiang, this ...... What does this mean? Jia Ping asked in surprise.

"Look for yourself, although the two handwriting are very similar, but only superficially similar, what you write, although the handwriting is distorted, but the pen force and writing trajectory, there are still rules to follow. His ......" he pointed at Ouyang Cang and continued: "Hmph, there is no way to write, and the strength of the pen is even more of a beginner's doing, sometimes light and sometimes heavy, there is no rule to follow." All in all, the handwriting on that piece of paper has not yet formed a habit of writing, and it is indeed written by people who have just learned to write. Laughing secretly in his heart, Li Feibai didn't expect that the words written with his left hand would have such a miraculous effect.

Jia Ping picked up two pieces of paper and compared them carefully, it was indeed as Jiang Qisheng said. He was immediately deflated, and his heart began to be anxious.

"It's not ......" Ouyang Cang was even more confused: "Can you tell me first, what is written on this paper, why do you suddenly say that I am a traitor in the Thousand Cities Pavilion?" Jia Ping didn't speak, he was already panicking.

Wu Taiping and Jiang Qisheng were even more lazy to speak.

"Left Palm Teaching." In desperation, he could only ask Li Feibai to tell him again. Pretending to have a gloomy face, Li Feibai said slowly: "It says that you let the people of Qiancheng Pavilion be restless for a while, and after my Taiping Dao move, you can take advantage of the situation to enter and take advantage of the fisherman, and destroy us in one fell swoop." ”

"What...... What? This...... It's a joke, a big joke. Ouyang Cang smiled angrily.

"Sect leader, Mr. Jiang, my loyalty to Taiping Dao, as you know, I am by no means a spy of the Thousand Cities Pavilion." He argued weakly.

Jiang Qisheng couldn't judge the truth for a while, frowned slightly, and said to himself: "The big thing is imminent, but this accident happened, alas." He sighed, looked at Wu Taiping, and motioned for him to make his own decisions.

Wu Taiping stood up, his face extremely gloomy.

"What benefits did the Thousand Cities Pavilion give you, why did you betray me?" Hearing this, Ouyang Cang was completely panicked, and when he heard Wu Taiping's meaning, he believed the content on the paper.

"Boss, I don't, I really don't! If I were from the Thousand Cities Pavilion, here...... Haven't our whereabouts been exposed in this underground secret room long ago? In a hurry, it was difficult for Ouyang Cang to come up with such a good reason to refute.

But Jiang Qisheng already had his own thoughts: "You said on paper, let Qiancheng Pavilion be restless for a while, so that you can take advantage of it after we make a move." You didn't expose it here, just for today. ”

"Oops!" Ouyang Cang was so anxious that he stomped his feet: "Mr. Jiang, I really don't." ”

"Tell me, who are you going to hand this piece of paper to? In Taiping Road, who is your response? Wu Taiping began to interrogate.

"Say it, and the master may spare you from dying." Jiang Qisheng also asked. Since they believed that this piece of paper was written by Ouyang Cang, they must have guessed that he was going to pass it on.

To get it out, someone has to answer it.

"I ......" Ouyang Cang's face was flushed, and he couldn't say anything to justify.

"Zhangjiao, Mr. Jiang, it's still the same sentence, if he is a spy, it is entirely possible to rob Sun Linghe's mother and son back on the way. But he didn't do it, and that's the biggest flaw! Jia Ping still didn't believe it at all.

"Could it be because the gate of Yiyang City is closed, and the people of Qiancheng Pavilion can't get out of the Wei Realm at all, even if Ouyang Cang makes a move, no one will answer." Li Feibai said softly.

.. This sentence convinced Wu Taiping again.

"Eternal life is reasonable, and Sun Linghe's mother and son are of no use to Qiancheng Pavilion at all, why should they rob them back, in this way, it will not increase the risk of Ouyang Cang's exposure." The suspicious Wu Taiping also added a suitable reason.

Believe you, any reason is pale. If you don't believe you, no matter how much you try to defend yourself, you are powerless.

"Report!" At this moment, a hurried announcement sounded outside the room. Jiang Qisheng and Wu Taiping glanced at each other, and saw a little worry in each other's eyes.

It must not be a trivial matter to be able to disturb them at this time.

"Come in!" Jiang Qisheng shouted. A congregation pushed the door in, knelt on the ground and saluted, and was just about to say the contents of the recital.

"Wait, come forward." Jiang Qisheng stopped him and motioned for him to step forward and whisper.