"Little Brother Zong, did you just say that someone deliberately led away the night patrol?"

"And then those five masked men suddenly appeared and did something to Qian Bucha and you?"

In the east wing of the Yueshan Changquan Martial Arts Hall, two middle-aged catchers wearing leather armor with the word "Zhuang" were sitting on chairs, and asked patiently to Zong Xian, who was slightly depressed and half-lying on the bed.

They are the inner city catchers responsible for investigating the tragedy in Xigou Lane.

I saw Zong Xian nodding seriously, with a hint of palpitation on his face.

The two catchers glanced at each other, and one of them, with thick eyebrows and big eyes, looked full of energy, and asked again.

"And what about later?"

"When those people appeared, they killed Lao Qian."

"There was a masked man with a strong physique, and he punched Lao Qian directly in the head..."

"Then someone came at me, and I barely managed to make half a move with it in an emergency, but I was directly knocked away..."

"Again... Then I fainted with a dizziness. ”

"But I didn't expect such a tragedy to happen!"

Zong Xian couldn't say any more when he said this, he lowered his head, his shoulders shrugged a few times, and he looked up again, and his eyes were full of tears.

Such a reaction is undoubtedly a deep fear in the eyes of the two head hunters.

As the only survivor of a major murder scene, it is normal to behave like this.

Seeing this scene, the brows of the two inner city catchers tightened deeply, and they entered into thought.

Just now, they rechecked Zong Xian's physical state and confirmed that his martial arts realm had not reached the qi and blood realm.

The total amount of qi and blood in the body also belongs to the normal level of a martial artist in the Forging Body Realm, and it is not active, which is obviously a situation where the internal injury has not healed.

But no matter what, Zong Xian's suspicion of himself can basically be ruled out.

As for the owner of the hall, Qi Zhishang, in the middle of that night, there were still blood killing gangs walking along the street to hear his shouts and cheers for practicing boxing in the courtyard.

Moreover, the third group of horse fast cavalry in the east of the city also proved that Qi Zhishang rushed to the city gate about a quarter of an hour after the thunder sounded, and left the city with the horses.

Unless Qi Zhishang majored in light skills and leg techniques, it was impossible to go to Qi'er Village to kill five martial artists at the peak of the Qi and Blood Realm in a single stick of incense before Shi Ran returned.

They had taken the liberty of checking Qi Zhishang's feet before that.

Although his legs and bones are strong and powerful, and he has obviously practiced some footwork, he is far from a master who really majors in light skills.

Therefore, the suspicion of both the master and apprentice can be ruled out.

"Okay, we'll report this matter to the county lieutenant truthfully."

"There have been a lot of disturbances in the past few days, please forgive the owner of the Qi Pavilion and the junior brother of Zong!"

The two inner city catchers thought about it, then got up and took their leave.

"Then I won't be far away."

Qi Zhishang bowed his head calmly.

The two of them left the martial arts hall with flying speeds, and Aunt Wang, who was guarding the door, closed the door again.

Suddenly, only Qi Shi and Zong Xian were left in the room.

"Ah Xian, this matter is over."

Seeing that the tense expression on Qi Zhishang's face suddenly converged, he grinned.

Zong Xian on the bed also breathed a sigh of relief.

After getting along for many days, he also saw that his master had a big secret, and it seemed that he had other plans when he came to Bei'an City, and opening a martial arts hall was just a layer of disguise.

Although they ate and lived together every day, neither Qi Shi himself nor Aunt Wang and Qi Yunyan said anything about their experience before they came to the Bei'an County Mansion.

Zong Xian knew from the occasional few words that Master Qi's master was called Yueshan Dojo, and he didn't know anything about the rest.

However, Zong Xian knew that it was his master who killed the master of the Sanshui Gang that night.

"Master, that night you..."

He pondered for a moment, his mind equally curious about the events of that night.

Especially the mysterious man that night moved quickly, fast like the wind, and left no trace of all actions, which is not possible for non-masterful masters.

There was no need to finish speaking, Qi Zhishang naturally understood his question.

"Ah Xian, it's time for our master and apprentice to have a good talk."

Qi Zhishang moved a chair and sat on the edge of the bed, his eyes burst out with an indescribable dazzling look, and the previous nonchalant expression was instantly thrown out of the clouds, looking like a different person.

Seeing such a serious Qi Shi for the first time made Zong Xian's heart awe-inspiring, and he couldn't help but straighten his back, and his expression also became solemn.

Qi Shi didn't ink either, and clapped his hands.

Aunt Wang, who was guarding outside the door, walked away, and after a while, she walked into the house with a wooden box in her hand and respectfully handed it over to Qi Zhishang.

When he opened the box, Zong Xian saw a pair of ordinary old straw sandals inside.

He had doubts in his heart but did not squeak, but waited for Qi Shi's next words.

Facing Zong Xian's curious gaze, Master Qi picked up the straw sandals with one hand.

"This is a single-patterned spirit weapon flat wind shoe!"

"As long as the strength is instilled, it can be used, which can make the wearer briefly tread the wind and volley in the air, and the effect is comparable to the full force of a light gong master!"

"However, strength is not the best way to drive a spiritual weapon, so it can only exert its effect two or three times out of ten."

As soon as these words came out, they once again subverted Zong Xian's imagination.

Originally, he thought that this was just an ordinary martial arts world, but now it seems that there must be something else hidden.

"Single-veined spirit weapon..."

"Could it be that there is a more powerful system in this world than martial arts?"

He subconsciously blurted out, almost asking directly if there were any immortal cultivators.

Master Qi didn't pay attention to his question, and only looked up and replied after putting the pair of straw sandals into the wooden box again.

"The martial arts that are inherited at the moment are all the details left by the ancient martial arts cultivation."

"This matter involves legends and allusions thousands of years ago, and it is also about the biggest secret of our side of the world."

"There are not many people and forces in this round who know this secret."

"Not to mention this tiny Bei'an County."

Zong Xian was a little surprised, the topic actually involved "one side of the world"?

He waited patiently for Master Qi to continue.

Unexpectedly, Qi Shi stopped talking, got up directly with the wooden box, and twisted the quilt for Zong Xian with one hand, with a gentle and intriguing smile on his face.

"Ah Xian, this matter is very involved, it's better that you don't know for the time being."

"When the time comes, the teacher will naturally tell you everything."

"Time is running out right now, in the next year, you have to raise your realm to the peak of the Qi and Blood Realm!"

As he spoke, he walked to the door and stopped before opening it.

"Ah Xian..."

"You just need to understand that being a teacher will not harm you, and I will teach you all the martial arts,"

"When you have some achievements in martial arts in the future, I want you to do two things for me."

"Of course, there is a certain risk in those two things, and there will be enough returns, and you will never be reluctant to be a teacher, and it will be up to you to weigh and consider it at that time!"

With that, he opened the wooden door and left the chamber.

Zong Xian stayed alone in the room, his thoughts spinning rapidly.

Soon his expression relaxed, and he clearly figured out something.