The sky is shining, but at this time it only makes people feel cold.

Xia Wushu grabbed a letter and stood in the courtyard of Wudang Feimen, holding the letter with his fingers, his expression was very solemn, and the apricot eyes unique to the tigress narrowed slightly...

Here's the thing:

Because of the tragic death of Zhao Xue, one of the four gods, and the king of the hunt was in retreat and cultivation, the head catcher of Wudang Feimen wrote a letter to the three gods outside, hoping that one of them could come back to preside over the overall situation.

But the man didn't wait to come back, and first came back a letter from the Wudang Flying Gate Branch.

The things written on the letter made people shudder, so the head catcher went to invite the first god of the Eagle Hall to discuss the matter.

...

Xia Wushu grabbed the letter and sniffed it in front of his nose, his eyes focused on the first point of the handwriting, and then his mind immersed himself...

She has such a special ability to detect abnormalities from the smallest places.

Even the amount of ink and the handwriting can reveal a lot of information.

Such as...

It is possible to analyze when the letter was written through the intensity of ink.

Such as...

It may be possible to judge what kind of person the letter writer is and what kind of mood he is writing in order to judge the coherence of the handwriting and the changes between horizontal and vertical folds.

Such as...

It may be possible to judge the environment in which the person who wrote the letter by the smell of the letter.

These are inconsistent with who he is, and what is written in the letter, and other things.

Of course, Xia Wudi will not use these to finalize the case, but will use it as one of the many clues to compare and verify the case in the course of time and development.

And many contradictions and doubts will arise because of this, and the truth is in them.

This is just like the Sherlock Holmes in the story before Xia Xuan's crossing, the judgment of soot.

Every true god catcher, first and foremost, is an observer.

Xia Wudi is a good observer.

At this time, she seemed to have seen the scene of the events described in the letter, and also saw the fear in the heart of the letter writer.

...

It was an autumn day, and the streets of the town were just beginning to come alive.

Wu Tieju, one of the four great divine arrests, seemed to have discovered something suspicious about the case, and in the morning, he hurried to the top of the city.

Then, in the early sun, his skin was flushed, and his elegant white face was suddenly red like a ripe shrimp.

Then he looked up and wiped his sweat, and noticed that something was wrong, but it was too late.

Under the gaze of the local catchers and the guards at the head of the city, his whole body suddenly burst into flames, and the seven orifices spewed out oily green flames.

Then, in pain, his whole body "snapped" and fell on the cold wall, shattered into several pieces, and the corpse was scattered to the ground.

The horror of the patrols and guards was indescribable, and at this time, those corpses coalesced and formed, turned into a huge ghost, standing at the head of the city, shouting in a strange voice in the wind: "The door of the underworld is open, the ghost is restored, the five sinners, hook the soul and ask for your life!!"

The letter writer quickly passed the "news of Wu Tieju's death" to the Wudang Feimen headquarters in the national capital, but when he wrote, his hands were still trembling, so the font that should have been there did not stand, and there were "trembling marks" in some places.

...

The Five Great Sinners?

Xia Wushu keenly grasped the most critical place, which meant that in addition to Zhao Xue and Wu Tieju, there were still people who died.

What kind of murder is this?

She stood still, the embroidery around her, and the catch fast, silently waiting for her response.

Xia Wushu was also a little tricky for a while, but she felt that she didn't know where to start, she believed that if she went to the place where Wu Tie was sentenced to death at this time, she was completely led by the other party's nose, and she couldn't find clues at all.

But the other party will obviously do it to themselves as well...

So, how will the other party lure themselves into the game?

She came back to her senses, looked around, and said coldly: "This is the Demon Gate's provocation to my Dashu, however, evil cannot prevail over good, and it has been since ancient times!"

Nowadays, the Demon Gate is in the dark, we are in the light, and the Demon Gate demons play these tricks of pretending to be gods and ghosts, which seems terrible, but after the truth is revealed, it is just a trick of the clown.

So, stabilize your position, I'll go to the Shaofu Lord, and hope that the Shaofu Lord will give the Son of Heaven again, and the whole city will be under martial law!!"

A head catcher said: "However, the prince's wedding is not far away, will it be inappropriate to impose martial law in the whole city at this time?"

Xia Wushu said: "You take a closer look at the letter, the letter says that there are five sinners, and the three people of my Divine Eagle Hall are still there, which means that in addition to Lord Zhao and Lord Wu, there is also a god who has been killed by your Wudang Flying Gate."

Three gods caught death, isn't it a big deal?

You and I are two families, tacit cooperation, if the wind blows, communicate with each other, not recklessly!"

After that, she waved her hand, and turned away from the Wudang Flying Gate, between the long legs, two rows of embroidery followed her, and her vigorous and resolute bearing could be seen.

...

...

The light of the day was fading, and the iron-gray night had fallen.

When Xia Wushu walked back, there was no one on the entire street, except for the bleak westerly wind that suddenly swept through the streets and alleys, bringing some ghosts crying wolf howls, and inexplicable coldness.

The moonlight casts the shadows of the two rows of houses, like a ghostly road.

Xia Wushu walked on this road, and his cold look froze the face that could be described as a standard beauty.

It wasn't until she pushed open the door of the Xia Guogong Mansion that the ice on her face melted.

Over here...

It's her home,

There is her family.

The temperature here was enough to melt the ice in her heart.

As soon as she entered, she saw Qingzhuzi running from afar with a smile on her face.

Qingzhuzi didn't wait for her to ask, so he gasped and said, "Miss, Miss..."

Xia Wushu said gently: "Slow down, what's wrong?"

Qingzhuzi said: "Little grandfather, he has practiced the Mo Dao Nine Style, and it seems that he still uses it well, really, it looks like a real martial artist." It's really a good idea, the little grandfather is enlightened!!"

Xia Wudi's eyes also lit up, "I'll take a look." ”

Saying that, she didn't change her clothes, so she hurried to the door of Xia Xuan's residence.

The door is open,

The maid Blueberry was clapping inside.

And the sword wind is ringing in this cold night.

Xia Wushu just knew that his younger brother was afraid that he had finally practiced this [Mo Dao Nine Style] as soon as he heard the sword wind.

So, she didn't bother, just stood quietly in the shadow of the door, silently looking at the young man who was dancing with a Mo knife that was more than two meters long, looking at it, and couldn't help but show a happy smile on her face.

For a strong person like her, there are a lot of flaws in this knife technique, but the posture really meets the standard of her own Mo Dao Nine Style, everything is difficult at the beginning, Xiao Xuan can take the first step, that is, the prodigal son will not change his money, this is a good sign.

Brush!!

At this moment, the knife wind suddenly stopped, and Xia Xuan, who was holding the Mo knife, glanced at the second sister at the door, so he picked the Mo knife on his shoulder and said from afar: "Second sister, I have a good practice of the Mo knife nine styles, right?"

"Not bad?" Xia Wushu rolled his eyes, "Let the old lady come and compare with you." ”

Xia Xuan categorically refused: "I won't fight you, just say, have I started?"

Xia Wushu was silent for a while, and said calmly: "It's time to get started." ”

Xia Xuan laughed and said, "Refreshing people, okay, after a few days of the Full Moon Poetry Meeting, I can finally go out." ”

Xia Wudi: ...

Xia Xuan said: "You are a dignified assassin in the world, the first god in the world, you won't go back on your word, right?"

Xia Wushu glanced at his little brother's excitement, looked at it, and said quietly: "Yes." ”

Xia Xuan: ...

Xia Wu's aunt's laughter gradually became rampant: "Xiao Xuan, haven't you heard a word?"

Only women and villains are difficult to raise, and your second sister is a woman.

I'm a woman, and my words don't count, so what?"