The reason for what he said was very simple, and he understood it as soon as he heard it, Yang Zhi couldn't help but praise and said: "Sure enough, the interlacing is like a mountain, if Mr. doesn't say it, he really doesn't understand it." ”

Yang Zhi changed his title, with respect in his tone, which made Gao Qingyi very favorable, he was an inferior person, Lan Bin, a famous master of the rivers and lakes, could have such an attitude, which showed that Lan Bin was indeed different, such a person can recognize the situation clearly, no wonder a good monk attaches importance to it. Pu Xiancheng said disdainfully: "Lan Daxia is really good at acting, haven't you heard of the oil seller?"

The oil seller, whether it was before the crossing, or the original blue-faced beast has read this article, it is a fable written by Ouyang Xiu, a great Confucian in the Song Dynasty, saying that Chen Yaozhi, the Duke of Kangsu, is good at archery, and likes to boast of this ability, once an old man who sells oil saw that he shot eight or nine of ten arrows, and just nodded slightly. Chen Yaozhi asked the oil seller: "Do you also know how to shoot arrows? Aren't my archery skills very skillful?"

The oil seller said, "It's just a skill." ”

In order to prove his point, the oil seller took out a gourd and put it on the ground, put a copper coin on the mouth of the gourd, and slowly scooped the oil into the gourd with an oil ladle. It's just that Ouyang Xiu didn't know that archery was eight or nine out of ten, and he was a master in the Song Dynasty, but against the Liao State and Western Xia, there were tens of thousands of such archers.

Monk Huihong stroked his palms and smiled: "That's just another story of Ding Ding Jieniu, Chen Yaozhi has a strong temperament, decisive, when he knew the Yongxing army, he found that it was very difficult for Chang'an to drink water, and he dredged the Longshou Canal desperately to solve the local people's livelihood, but it was a pity that Chen Yaozhi was domineering, and he asked about the cruelty of punishment, and there were always two or three hundred people who were ordered to die by him. ”

Almost no one here is familiar with Chen Yaozhi, Monk Huihong is so showy, he can be regarded as talking about this topic to death, Pu Xiancheng can only change the topic: "Can Lan Daxia see what happened to the three deceased?"

"Cotton palms. "Who in the martial arts doesn't know Mianzhang, even if he hasn't seen it with his own eyes, he has heard of it somewhat, Yang Zhi didn't believe that he didn't say Mianzhang, so he chose the simplest answer. Pu Xiancheng sneered and said, "Lan Daxia doesn't talk about other sects. ”

Yang Zhi shook his head, who is Pu Xiancheng, the elder of the Mirage Mansion, will be bored enough to ask these questions, there must be an unknown reason for this; Yang Zhi can only choose to hide clumsy, don't say that he is not sure, even if he knows who can do this kind of palm, he can't say it, if the nonsense is encountered, it will harm innocent people. A trace of disappointment flashed in Pu Xiancheng's eyes and said: "Lan Daxia cherishes words like gold, and the old man comes to throw bricks and jade, there are three other such palm wounds, one is the wind and thunder palm of Changbai Mountain, as well as the dead wood palm of the Western Regions, and the listening palm of the East China Sea." In addition, such as Shaolin's Wei Tuo hand and other kinds of kung fu practice to the point of profundity, the same is the case. ”

Pu Xiancheng's scope is too wide, and it doesn't sound like it's of any practical use, but what Gao Qingyi wants is not a murderer, but hopes that someone will say the name Fenglei Zhang, and he can shirk his responsibility when he reports to the top; now that Pu Xiancheng has said it, Gao Qingyi's goal has been achieved, and he is naturally full of joy, clapping his hands and saying: "Listening to your words is better than reading for ten years." The elder was so knowledgeable that Gao was taught a lot. ”

This is also in the face of Pu Xiancheng, Gao Qingyi is so polite that he even saves his official title, Beihai Dragon King An Xulie has always regarded himself quite highly, and when he saw Gao Qingyi's appearance in his eyes, he was unhappy, stretched his waist and said: "Master Gao, since you are clear, we can go back to sleep, right?"

The Dragon King of the North Sea, An Xulie, has a great figure, his sex is like fire, and he has never bent when he speaks; the VIPs are all resentful, some people have raised their heads, and when they hear it, they immediately gossip, Gao Qingyi suddenly felt that the first one is bigger than two, but these people are all invited by big people, and there are people behind each person, and they may be of great use, and Gao Qingyi can't scold them. Yi Rabao laughed on the side, the Han people often say that there is a loss and there is a gain, and it seems that there is some truth in it.

Only Yang Zhi and Hui Hong did not speak with the others, at this moment the two of them sat on the side, expressionless, almost closed their eyes to recuperate; Pu Xiancheng could feel that this resentment was directed at him, stood up and sneered and said: "There are so many of us, can't we solve this matter, you must know that the inn is well defended, and outsiders can't enter." ”

Xia Funan smiled and said: "The elder is serious, the defense of the inn is done by ordinary masters, and it may not be able to defend against first-class people, judging from that person's martial arts, scheming, and light skills, he can definitely be regarded as a master." To put it mildly, if the elder makes a move, even if there is no internal response, he should be able to go all the way to the place where the assassination appears. ”

Xia Fu's words still have some truth, not only taking care of Pu Xiancheng's face, but also pointing out the loopholes in Pu Xiancheng's words, so that Pu Xiancheng has nothing to say. However, according to Xia Funan's inference, if the scope of suspicion extends beyond the inn, it is looking for a needle in a haystack, you must know that there are 300,000 residents in Liaoyang City, not including the army and people who come to Liaoyang to do business.

Yang Zhi's eyes flashed, and he asked Gao Qingyi: "Lord Gao, how many of us live in the inn?"

"Of course, the others are ......" Gao Qingyi suddenly found that he couldn't continue, the other residents were all people from the Jin State Mansion and the army, but can you say that there were no spies among them? There are also people who live with Pu Xiancheng and others, the guys in the store, and the subordinates of these residents, is there a hidden master among them, in the final analysis, he hasn't asked everyone in the inn, but he wasted time here listening to Xia Funan and Pu Xiancheng's mess.

Gao Qingyi broke out in a cold sweat behind his back, although he was not an official who specialized in trying cases, but after being an official in the Liaojin and Jin dynasties, Gao Qingyi was still experienced, knowing that he had missed the most critical moment, and he didn't ask everyone in the store for the first time, and the officers below may not be able to ask how carefully he asked, and the murderer is likely to have destroyed the relevant clues. Yi Rabao smiled and said, "Lan Daxia reminds me, Lord Gao, or we will disperse." ”

Pu Xiancheng suddenly waved his hand and said, "Yirabao, since we think that what Lan Bin said is reasonable, we can't disperse, so we will start with my subordinates and ask everyone in the store." It's just that, Lord Gao, after the assassination, did anyone leave the inn, even if it was because of official business in the imperial court?"

Gao Qingyi can be a man, Pu Xiancheng doesn't care about helping him, Gao Qingyi immediately asked the guy who came to see the door, and suddenly his head was as big as a fight, not only did someone go out, but there were quite a few people; when there was chaos, some people left, and after martial law, three officers went out of the inn by the waist card of the Marshal's Mansion.

(End of chapter)