Chapter Twenty-Eight: The Art of War

Chen Sheng was at the door of the small building, watching Zhong Liyi disappear all the time, and he didn't go back.

He wanted to see if the people in the shadows would show up.

As expected, there was no one.

Chen Sheng quietly observed after yesterday's deduction and did not find it.

"It doesn't seem to be an ordinary person."

Chen Sheng sighed in his heart, and could only wait for Zhong Liyi to report the results tomorrow.

The moment Chen Sheng turned around, an ear appeared on the wall on the side of the small building.

The ears trembled a few times and disappeared.

Chen Sheng returned to the small building, took a bath under the shallow service, and swept away the tiredness.

He stood in his study.

The study was large and had a large open space.

Chen Sheng was in the air, clenched his hands into fists, and began to practice a set of boxing techniques.

This set of punches is the Dahe boxing method.

Familiar sensations appear in the body, and every movement seems to have gone through countless cultivations.

Chen Sheng didn't need to think about how to change his moves, how to change his moves.

The moves form an instinctive reaction in his body.

Under Chen Sheng's use, the moves of the Dahe Fist Method became extremely smooth.

Chen Sheng knew that this was an effect attached to the deducer.

However, although his moves are extremely skillful, and even form instincts, he has no power and no intention.

In vain.

Because it wasn't something he cultivated painstakingly. Although there is understanding, but it is always a little bit worse,

Chen Sheng practiced one move at a time, and gradually he seemed to feel that something seemed to be communicating with him in the boxing technique.

This move should be hit like this, this punch should be made like this.

Chen Sheng practiced boxing and felt the flow of power in his body.

He practiced like this, without any thoughts.

The altar was empty.

I don't know how long it took, but I finally finished my cultivation.

After such a period of cultivation, Chen Sheng realized that his cultivation had made some progress.

After practicing boxing, Chen Sheng didn't know if it was too much pressure, or if his martial arts cultivation had improved, although he barely slept yesterday, he was not sleepy at all.

So I went back to my father's study.

"How do I get into the Wind and Rain Pavilion case?"

Chen Sheng frowned.

He wanted to intervene in the Fengyuting case in advance, but after two days of deduction and the clues he obtained, he didn't know how to start.

Truth be told, he's a little hairy about the case now.

The characters involved in this case, Chen Sheng is now counting, and each one is not something he can deal with.

The point is that Chen Sheng is now unclear about the nature of this case.

When he first deduced it, he just thought it was an ordinary murder case, and it was an impossible case.

After all, it was in the pavilion, and without the strength of the Great Grandmaster of Baodan, it was impossible to kill Zhou Ping.

And the involvement behind this case seems to be a bit too much.

So he didn't believe it at the time.

After the second deduction, after the matter of the white-haired young man, he was already completely convinced of this case.

However, according to some clues he found and the appearance of Shang Li that day, he thought that it was a struggle between the Black Ice Platform and the Night Watchman, which might be related to the law plate, but the attitude of Qi Ting and Qin Guo in the deduction was a little difficult to explain.

After the third deduction, he had already discovered that the participation of the high-level leaders of the Qi State and the high-level of the Qin State was obviously not a simple involvement.

This case is certainly not an ordinary case.

There's something deeper in that.

Even Zhou Ping's death may just be a small person exposed.

It is also a simple appearance that can be seen by the world.

Chen Sheng pondered.

The case hasn't happened yet, but six of them have revealed a lot.

Zhou Ping, who used to be a blood element, was born in Yu Linwei.

His own brother, the only survivor, may be a master.

Heifu, the Black Ice Table.

Shang Li, seemingly ordinary Qin people.

There are also Sun Guan and Zhao Shi.

In the end, the two Chen Sheng didn't dare to be careless, in such a pavilion, the two had no other identities, and Chen Sheng didn't believe it.

The more ordinary it is, the more likely it is that something special.

Maybe it's the Night Watchman.

As for the identities of these people, if you check them, it will take a lot of time.

But what Chen Sheng lacks most now is time.

It's September 14 now, and it's September 15 when you look at the sky.

The case will take place on September 17, which is two days.

What's so special about the Wind and Rain Pavilion?

Father is going to arrange the eldest brother and Heifu there?

And since my father faked his death, why did he not appear again in the previous three deductions.

What kind of strength is the elder brother?

These questions made Chen Sheng's brain explode.

Chen Sheng settled his mind and refocused his gaze on the previous bamboo slips.

Open Sun Tzu's Art of War, and the treasure is full of light.

Chen Sheng didn't bother to hide it, so he studied in the study.

After a long time, the atmosphere recovered, and it increased somewhat.

Chen Sheng rushed his literary energy and exhausted his literary energy again.

After doing what should have been done in the past two days, Chen Sheng entered the secret room again.

Keep in mind the names on the list of intermediate.

Chen Sheng glanced around again, and suddenly a thought flashed through him.

This was the thought he had when he first entered this secret room and saw the tome.

At that time, he was thinking, why didn't there be Sun Tzu's Art of War and Bai Zi's Art of War.

Later, when he found Sun Tzu's Art of War on the table, he was shocked by the treasure light above, and he forgot about this idea for a while.

Chen Ang collected the popular art of war in the world.

He has collected the tactics of Sima Sui Tho, Sun Bin, Wu Qi, Sun Tzu, Kuang Zhang, Wu Zixu, and Wei Wuji.

But Chen Sheng found that the most important one was missing.

White up.

Bai Qi is the only one in the world for hundreds of years who has been a supreme powerhouse in the dual saints of martial arts and literature.

His art of war is also a classic that must be studied by military cultivators in the world.

After all, this man is judged by the number of killings in the war, and his record is enough to dominate the past and the present.

No one has ever been better than him before, and there will be no one after.

But Chen Ang doesn't have the art of war here, which is very strange.

Chen Sheng thought about it, and seemed to think of something for a while, but he didn't catch it.

Writing the two characters Bai Qi on the bamboo slips, he always felt that these two characters would play an important role in this case.

Pull the mind back to the case.

Do you want to go to the Wind and Rain Pavilion to see for yourself?

Chen Sheng regretted a little, he didn't stay in the Wind and Rain Pavilion for a moment that morning, and it would be a lot of trouble if he wanted to go now.

Walking around the chamber with some irritation, his heart was a little unsettled.

Being watched at all times, knowing that something big is about to happen but can't stop it.

What to do?

It took half an hour for Chen Sheng to suppress the panic in his heart.

He had a gaffe.

I took out the thick black study, studied it carefully for a long time, and finally returned my mentality to normal.

Chen Sheng walked out of the study and unconsciously walked to the residence of the elder of the Yan family.

"The Yan family has lived for so long, maybe they know something?"

The last time I talked to the Yan family, there was a lot of dodging in his words, and it seemed that he could continue to explore.

But look at the Yan family's old lights are all extinguished.

Chen Sheng also felt tired, so he simply prepared to go back to his residence to sleep.

But the moment he turned his head, he found a figure behind him.