Jingzhou is busy, Yamen is busy.

Since Xu Jianping came to Jingzhou, there have been murders for three consecutive days, one is that the Yan family of eight was slaughtered, the second is that 54 people were burned to death at the Yuelai Inn, and the third is that Zhao Chengyi, the commander of the garrison in the south of the city, died of spontaneous combustion. This made Xu Jianping have to wonder if his arrival brought bad luck to the city.

Qian Zhutou is very busy, since he knew that there was the shadow of Miao Jiang behind the serial murders, Qian Zhutou took a group of officials to search everywhere for traces of Miao Jiang people.

Xu Jianping is also very busy, because he died a Zhao Chengyi, he is a member of the imperial court, a member of the Liu family, although he is only a city gate guard commander, but he should not die here, because he is not familiar with the previous four. The serial murders should all be related people, but this person is outside the previous four, which makes Xu Jianping have to reorganize the case in an attempt to find some clues.

In the evening, it rained continuously in the south of the Yangtze River, and it was clear in a few days, so it took time to go back to Jiangling to give Zhang Lao Lao a pillar of incense. Xu Jianping walked to the window, closed the window, took out the wooden box, took out some yellow paper from the inside, spread it out, and seriously took the pen and gestured on it.

At the north gate of Jingzhou City, a white horse stepped on the rain to move forward, the person on the horse was dressed in a robe, wearing a hat, in the gap, the rain soaked through its full head of white hair, slowly descended along the temples, and could not see its face clearly, when passing by the city gate, the city gate guards did not dare to call it to dismount, just because under the robe, a purple embroidered dress loomed.

The city gate is three hundred meters ahead, there is a white tower, the name of the white tower is called Zishun, the meaning is that the purple gas comes from the east, the wind and rain are smooth, it is the tower of sacrifice of the people in Jingzhou City, the curse of the ghosts and gods in Jingzhou City makes people panic, since the Fahua Temple in the south of the city is demolished, and now the Zishun Tower has become the most frequent place for the people of Jingzhou City.

Maybe it is the continuous rain, today's Zishun Tower is unusually quiet, there is a noodle restaurant under the tower, the sky has fallen into the night, a few coal lamps embellishment, the noodle shop is slightly dark, there are eight square tables in the noodle shop, the shopkeeper is a year more than 50 years old, I don't know what the reason is, the shop is just a little girl who is 12 years old.

"Xiao Er, come to two bowls of noodles, add two eggs, and sprinkle more green onions." A Taoist priest dressed in a green robe and wearing a square scarf walked in, and he didn't care, and randomly picked a place by the window and sat down.

"This Daoist, do you eat the next two bowls alone?" The little girl walked over happily and asked softly.

"Who said I'm alone, you cook first, I have an old friend, I'll be there in a while." Lao Dao waved his hand, took out a piece of broken silver from inside, and placed it on the table, "The money will not be less for you, cook it quickly, Dao Ye, I'm hungry!" ”

The little girl reached out and took the broken silver, pursed her mouth, and puffed out her mouth, "Okay, you wait, the noodles will come soon." ”

The Taoist priest ate very slowly, first, he was waiting for someone, and second, he had already eaten the fourth bowl. It is said that three bowls are not enough, and four bowls of this noodle are eaten more difficult than passing the post and fighting tigers.

A white horse came slowly, the man on the horse tied the horse to the stake outside the noodle shop, walked in, sat straight in front of the Taoist priest, took off the hat and put it on the table, picked up a bowl of noodles on the table, and ate it.

"It's battered!" The white-haired man seemed a little disgusted after eating.

"It's you're late!" The Taoist priest looked at the bowl of noodles in front of him and was a little melancholy, "Or this bowl will be shared with you." ”

The white-haired man was not polite, stretched out his hand, brought it over, and ate it.

"Why you?" The Taoist priest rubbed his dead belly with both hands, and his eyes were a little dull.

"It's a value difference, so so-and-so is here" The white-haired man finished eating noodles, took out a piece of Baijuan from his sleeve, and wiped the corners of his mouth.

"Ghosts and gods kill people, it's useless for you to come, go back, the land of Jingzhou is not safe." The Taoist priest squinted, and there was a determination in his eyes.

The white-haired man paused, stopped talking, and said, "I received a letter before I came, and this is the result of Miao Jiang's Gu poison." ”

The Taoist priest was shocked and paused slightly, "The Gu poison theory is really an ethereal theory, and no one has seen it so far. Don't listen to rumors. ”

"Don't think that no one will know about the ghosts and gods that you are secretly spreading in the Heavenly Division, the ghosts and gods curse and kill people, which is no more nonsense than the theory of poison." The white-haired man put the handkerchief away and put it in his sleeve.

"In this way, you embroidered clothes and imperial history will definitely wade into this troubled water." The Taoist priest looked very displeased.

The two of them, who were still eating a bowl of noodles, were instantly striking.

The white-haired man took off his robe, revealing a purple embroidered robe inside, this person is not tall, but a little slender under a closer look, if it weren't for the other seven-section bamboo cane around his waist, outsiders can't help but wonder if this body can withstand the heavy rain outside the museum.

This person is the embroidered clothes of the name of the imperial history of the ghost doctor Bai Qiuxue, Bai Qiuxue's original name is Bai Renfu, only thirty years old to break through the six products of cultivation, ranked third among the younger generation, with family martial arts and superb medical skills, young travel to the rivers and lakes, the rivers and lakes people called the wonderful hand benevolence Bai Jishi.

The Bai family, originally a family of Kyoto medicine, has been running the family medical center for generations, hanging pots to help the world. Five years ago, for some reason, it was tragically wiped out overnight, and no one in the whole clan was spared except for Bai Renfu, who traveled abroad. So far, Bai Renfu has changed his name to Bai Qiuxue, which means revenge and hatred, and his actions have become ruthless, both good and evil, and he was included in the imperial court three years ago, ranking among the four major names in the history of embroidered clothes, and the ghost doctor Bai Qiuxue.

Embroidered Imperial History, a mysterious team wandering in the Han Dynasty, its leader Jiang Feng was originally the emperor's favorite minister, and then accepted the emperor's assignment to establish the Imperial History of Embroidered Clothes, directly ordered the emperor, dressed in embroidered clothes, with a bamboo cane tied around his waist, patrolling and supervising everywhere, and acting cheaply. In addition to the leader Jiang Feng himself is an eight-rank martial artist, his subordinates also have the soul-chasing life-killing spear Shangguan Ling, the shadowless sword Ye Yumo, the flesh-loving monk Yue Chongling, and the magic hand ghost doctor Bai Qiuxue are in charge.

"The surname is Bai, we have known each other for ten years, and Poor Dao doesn't want to be embarrassed by you, listen to a certain persuasion, go back to Kyoto." The Taoist priest obviously didn't want to fight the ghost doctor.

"Ji Wufang, sometimes the ranking of the rivers and lakes may not be done, maybe you, the first in the rivers and lakes, may not be better than the folding fan in Bai's hand, Bai also wants to ask for advice, to see if your Zhengyi swordsmanship is as magical as rumored." The ghost doctor Bai Qiuxue took out a pair of gloves from the placket and put them on his hands.

Ji Wuming, the third generation disciple of the Heavenly Master Dao, has excellent talent, it is rumored that this person became enlightened at the age of eight, entered the third grade at the age of fifteen, and entered the sixth grade at the age of eighteen.

"That's it, that's it, I've invited you to eat the noodles, and I've told you the words, this fight still can't be avoided." Ji Wuming tightened his robe, looked at the Zishun Pagoda standing on the bank of the Xiangjiang River outside, his toes were lightly touched, and he didn't see his strength, the person was already suspended in the air, floating to the top of the tower, "Go outside to fight, don't smash the noodle restaurant." ”

The bloody rain is coming, and the rest of the people in the noodle restaurant have run to the street to watch the battle, and they don't care about the rain, so they want to have a lively time.

At the top of Zishun Tower, the two were divided and opposed, Ji Wuming took out a long sword from the robe, and stood with his hands in his hands, "You are a guest from afar, and let you take the lead." ”

The ghost doctor looked Lingran, took off the iron fan from his waist, and breathed for a moment, "Here, be careful." ”

I saw it rise into the air, spinning in the air, like a tornado, absorbing the surrounding rainwater into it, its suction power is so large, within a range of several meters, there is no rain dripping.

"Bright Moon Divine Technique, Burning Heart."

In an instant, the tornado blew towards Ji Wusheng, and the raindrops in the wind were like hidden weapons, galloping past, hitting the tiles, and the pieces were broken.

Ji Wusheng was not in a hurry, I saw him waving his hand, the robe was windless, and his sleeves were filled with his true qi, instantly covering his whole body, forming a wall of qi, and all the raindrops stopped when they met the wall.

After a while, I saw that the iron fan in the hand of the ghost doctor was scattered, and the twelve fine iron fan bones fell off in a daze, turning into twelve deadly hidden weapons and attacking the door in front of it.

Seeing this, Ji Wuming didn't dare to be careless, and the long sword in his right hand swung twelve times in a row, blocking a hidden weapon at once, and each time he blocked, his body took a step back, and he took twelve steps back in a row, standing still.

"Bai Qiuxue, go back, don't have a battle of will."

The Wonderful Hand Ghost Doctor was hindered by twelve powerful True Qi, and the twelve Fan Bone Hidden Weapons affected the True Qi in his body, and every time he was blocked by a blow, his mind was hit hard, and with twelve consecutive blows, Bai Qiuxue spat out twelve mouthfuls of blood. "Sure enough, the first is the first, but do you think that's the end of it!"

I saw the magic hand ghost doctor step suddenly, and a circle of cracks appeared on the ground, and in a few seconds, the bone fan in his hand had reached Ji Wuming's chest, and Ji Wuming waved the long sword in his hand to block the attacks one by one.

"You don't want to die, how long can you hold on like this." Ji Wuming was a little annoyed in his heart, after all, he didn't want to kill his old friend for ten years, but the master ordered him to stop the investigation of the case, so he tolerated it again and again.

Bai Qiuxue's desperate attack made Ji Wusheng very angry, and he had to use ten successful forces in a hurry, only to see him grab his bone fan, and the long sword in his hand stabbed him in the shoulder, Bai Qiuxue's left shoulder couldn't dodge, and was directly pierced, and a stream of blood gushed out.

Bai Qiuxue took this opportunity to stretch out his left hand and grab his long sword, Ji Wuming looked at Bai Qiuxue's left hand in surprise, "The Silkworm Glove is actually in your hand." ”

Bai Qiuxue didn't talk nonsense, his right hand directly abandoned the bone fan, used his palm as a knife, and directly attacked his chest.

With a sound of "Pu", the palm knife entered the body, penetrating less than half an inch, although it did not hurt his life, but it did hit.

Ji Wusheng's physical strength skyrocketed, and his left hand directly hit Bai Qiuxue's chest, and Bai Qiuxue flew upside down several meters in response, slumped on the ground.

"I'm defeated!" The corners of Bai Qiuxue's mouth smiled slightly.

"From the beginning, you never wanted to win me." Ji Wuming looked at Bai Qiuxue, who was sitting on the ground smiling, stretched out his hand, touched the wound on his left chest, and said lightly, "Sure enough, it is medicine or poison, even so, you only have seven days." ”

Bai Qiuxue stood up tremblingly, "Seven days!" Enough, I believe him! ”

Bai Qiuxue whistled, and the white horse came in response and took it away......