How long does it take to walk from the big banyan tree two miles outside the village to Meng Li's home?

Meng Li hadn't calculated this question, but even if an adult man who was good at running ran with all his might, it would take half an hour to run.

But what about this master?

Lift lightly, fly vertically, and run away in a few blinks of an eye. Meng Li even suspected that he was not running, but flying!

Meng Li, who was gently placed on the floor of his house by Yan Xingguan, stared at the master master opposite in shock, who had once laughed and said that he was a master, a master, a master,

Running all the way, and still holding himself, the time spent was only a few breaths, if this kind of thing is said, no one can keep calm, just think of his previous performance as a master master, this little thing is nothing.

"How is it, my good man, do you feel that you have benefited a lot today!" Seeing Meng Li's shocked expression, Yan Xingguan smiled proudly, and while laughing, he stretched out a hand and rubbed it on Meng Li's head.

Meng Li, who doesn't like to be touched on the head on weekdays, thinks that if he is touched, he will be a little shorter, where can he take care of these, his eyes are shining, and he sincerely admires: "Master's invincible heroic posture, it is naturally needless to say, no matter how the official attacks, it is just a crooked head and a wave of his hand, such a heroic posture, I can't forget it in my life." ”

Hearing such a compliment, Yan Xingguan's hand that was kneading Meng Li's head suddenly changed to a flick of his fingers, flicked it lightly on Meng Li's head, and scolded with a smile: "Although your compliment master likes to listen, what I let you see is not the teacher's means, but that person's knife technique." ”

Yan Xingguan's means are so high, how can he just tilt his head and wave his hand. The profundity of it, with Meng Li's vision at this time, is not clear at all. From beginning to end, what Yan Xingguan asked him to observe was Zhang Song, who was refining the body and forging five forgings.

"That person's sword technique?" Meng Li hugged his head, trying his best to recall that as soon as Fang had just fought, Zhang Song's every sword technique left a deep impression on him.

"Hmm...... That person's knife technique opened and closed widely, bold and ruthless, especially when the thirteen knife techniques were used one after another, the momentum of the whole person changed, like a kind of sublimation of affection for the knife, such a knife technique, the vain could not reach it for a while. ”

"Can't reach it for a while?" Yan Xingguan scolded with a smile: "Do you know that the thirteen serial knife techniques, with only a little carving, can be among the ranks of second-rate knife techniques, and that official must have practiced this knife hard for nearly ten years before it reached the level of arm rotation now, you have only learned martial arts for a day, and you have never practiced sword techniques, how dare you compare with them?"

Meng Li's chin was raised, and he said proudly: "If I don't even dare to compare with this person, how can I surpass Master in the future?"

"You actually want to surpass me?" Yan Xingguan laughed when he heard this, and his smile was full of relief and appreciation. "Newborn calves are not afraid of tigers, remember what you said today, if you can really surpass me in the future, then there will be no place in this world where you can't go. ”

Martial arts cultivation requires courage and diligence, if you don't have a fearless heart, how can you talk about achievements in the future, Yan Xingguan still remembers that when he first learned martial arts, he also threatened to surpass his father. Although he has not achieved it yet, he has never given up on this goal.

Yan Xingguan, who was touched by the memory, had an emotional look on his face, waved his hand, and said freely: "Okay, for your lofty goal, let's practice the knife today!"

Hearing the word "practicing the knife", Meng Li's spirit was shocked, and his eyes lit up and said: "What knife technique does the master want to teach me? ”

Yan Xingguan glanced at Meng Li, and said indifferently: "What do you think? The so-called sword practice is not necessarily a knife technique. ”

Meng Li was confused. "If you don't practice swordsmanship, what are you practicing?"

Yan Xingguan opened his mouth and blurted out two words.

"Foundation!"

At the entrance of Mengjia Village, the two led the horse into the village.

Wang Ergou walked in front and looked at this small fishing village in the northernmost part of the town by the water with great interest. After a long time, he laughed at himself.

"It is worthy of being the most remote village in our Southern Tang Dynasty, it can't help but be shabby and deserted. ”

Zhang Song, who was covered with mud and makeup because of a "big war", glanced at the depths of the village and said expressionlessly: "There was a murder in the village, and it is not unusual for the villagers to close their doors early for fear of being implicated. ”

Wang Ergou empathizes.

"Our ordinary people, go out early and return late, busy for their livelihood, all they want is to live in peace and stability, in their eyes, the murder case is already a big case, and it is really too late to hide. ”

Zhang Song glanced at Wang Ergou and sighed: "Yes, it is indeed rare for someone like you to toss. ”

Wang Ergou, who has been accustomed to hearing the evaluation of "being able to toss" since he was a child, not only was not ashamed, but was proud of it, and said with a smile: "It's good to toss a little, and you can increase your knowledge." ”

When Zhang Song saw his smiling face, he thought of the scene that happened outside the village, and no matter how he looked at it, he felt that it was a point. Eyebrows stood and said, "What are you laughing at, be careful that I smoke you." ”

Wang Ergou, who was threatened for no reason, cried and laughed: "Brother Zhang, you can't let people bully you outside the city, just be angry with me!"

Zhang Song glared and said, "You still mess with me knowing that I'm in a bad mood?"

Seeing that Zhang Song was really angry, Wang Ergou hurriedly closed his mouth and made a gesture to signal that he would not talk more. But how can he control his mouth, who is naturally fond of talking? After holding it for two seconds, he continued: "Brother Zhang, what should we do now?"

Zhang Song didn't scold him this time, frowned and said, "Let's go and see first!"

Just as the two of them were about to "find out" in the village, a young man in the village suddenly ran over, looked at them and asked, "Are you the official of the water town?"

It is difficult to see the world in a small village, and when you meet an adult with an official position, no matter how big or small the official is, it is the existence of the sky, and calling "Lord" is the greatest respect.

Looking at the overly thin young man opposite, Zhang Song said mildly: "We are here from Shui Town, in order to investigate the murder that happened this morning. ”

The young man said secretly, his face was immediately full of smiles, and he said respectfully: "The two officials are coming for the first time, if no one greets them, they must not know where to go. ”

Wang Ergou smiled, looked at the young man and said, "What's your name, it's thoughtful!"

The young man bowed down and said loudly: "Xiaomin Menghou, meet the two officials." ”

Zhang Song nodded, and when he looked at Meng Hou again, his expression had become different. This young man, although he looks a little thinner, but his physique is not bad, and he has just run all the way, and his breath is as smooth as usual.

"Meng Hou, right, have you ever learned martial arts?"

Meng Hou hurriedly replied: "Two days ago, Lord Li Botao from the Water Martial Arts Pavilion came to teach martial arts, and Xiaomin followed him for two days, and he was not fortunate enough to be taught by Lord Li. ”

Zhang Song nodded and said, "Master Chuangong's strength alone is limited after all, and it is normal that you will not be able to take your turn for the time being." I see that you have a good talent, and when I have time in the future, I will pass on the gong for you once, as a reward for this guidance. ”

"Thank you for the cultivation. Meng Hou, who had never expected an unexpected gain, was suddenly grateful.

The world attaches great importance to martial arts, and the grace of cultivating martial arts, if it is reborn, it is not an ordinary kindness, and usually only masters, apprentices, relatives and friends will pass on the merits for free.

Zhang Song waved his hand and said: "There is no need to be so polite, my surname is Zhang, you can call me Lord Zhang, this is Lord Wang." ”

"Lord Zhang, Lord Wang. Meng Hou saluted again, pointed to the depths of the village and said: "Meng Huaiyang has no house in this village, so he temporarily stored his body in the ancestral ancestral hall, Lord Li Botao has been there for a day, two adults, please come with me." ”

In the silent village, Meng Hou led the way, and Zhang Song and Wang Ergou followed from behind. Before you could walk out, you saw a building that was different from other residential styles.

Meng Hou pointed to the building in front of which was several times larger than the ordinary residence, and said, "Two adults, this is the ancestral shrine of my Mengjia Village. ”

Zhang Song and Wang Ergou glanced at each other, the two of them were full of tacit understanding, and neither of them went to the ancestral hall. Wang Ergou looked at Meng Hou, who looked confused, and said with a smile: "Little brother, I heard you just now, you were also present when Meng Huaiyang's body was discovered?"

Meng Hou secretly said, "Finally asked", but on the surface, he remained silent, nodded and said: "Yes, Meng Huaiyang's body was salvaged from the river by Lord Li himself, and when it was salvaged, Xiaomin stood behind Lord Li and witnessed the whole process with his own eyes. ”

At this time, the reason why Meng Hou volunteered to come to the village entrance to lead the way was to tell the other party what he had learned, so as not to be preconceived.

Zhang Song said: "Then what do you think about this case?"

Meng Hou asked knowingly, "The adults are asking Xiaomin's opinion?"

Zhang Song nodded and said, "I see that although you are young, you are well organized, and your opinion should provide us with some help." ”

Meng Hou said in fear: "Xiaomin didn't dare to talk nonsense, but if it really helps adults solve the case, then he will be bold and say a few words." ”

"Well, let's talk!" Zhang Song encouraged him with his eyes.

Meng Hou took a deep breath, and then said the words that had been prepared in his heart.

"When Meng Huaiyang was salvaged this morning, all the vitality in his body had been cut off, and after the autopsy, Lord Li deduced on the spot that Meng Huaiyang's death time should have been last night, according to Meng Huaiyang's son Meng Qian's description, Meng Huaiyang suddenly left the boat at night, and took away his usual harpoon when he left the boat. ”

Zhang Song touched his chin and bowed his head and groaned, "The harpoon can be used as a murder weapon, could it be that Meng Huaiyang left the boat at night to seek revenge?"

Wang Ergou looked at Meng Hou and asked, "What enemies does Meng Huaiyang have in the local area?"

Meng Hou said: "Meng Huaiyang has not lived in the village for a long time, and only when he has a big catch, he will return to the fishing ground, but even so, he never enters the village, but yesterday during the day, Meng Huaiyang's father and son had a conflict with the local fish king Meng Jiangxi and his apprentice Meng Li. After the accident, Meng Qian also said that it was Meng Li who killed his father, and this judgment was made intuitively without any evidence."

Wang Ergou seemed to hear a joke and said with a smile: "If all cases can be solved by intuition, then there will be no so-called difficult cases in this world." ”

Meng Hou agreed: "Meng Li's age is not much, and he is the same age as me. ”

Zhang Song looked at Meng Hou and asked with a smile, "How old are you this year, eleven or twelve?"

"Twelve. Regarding his age, Meng Hou naturally has nothing to hide.

Zhang Song continued to laugh and said, "So you are Meng Li's friend?"

Meng Hou immediately bowed to the ground, and said in fear: "My lord Mingjian, Xiaomin really wants to say a few words of justice for his friend. Meng Qian and Meng Li have always had a gap, everyone knows that he is taking the opportunity to frame Meng Li, and there are also some grievances between Meng Li and Master Li, and Xiaomin is worried about ......"

"Okay!" Before Meng Hou finished speaking, Zhang Song suddenly shouted, and asked with a gloomy face: "Master Li's affairs are also something that you can judge arbitrarily?"

Unexpectedly, the adult who was originally very kind would be instantly angry, and the defenseless Meng Hou suddenly jumped and shouted, "The little people don't dare."

"You can go. Zhang Song seemed to be really angry and waved his hand in disgust.

After Meng Hou left, Wang Ergou smiled and said: "The martial artist is deaf and clear-sighted, Brother Zhang's intentions, I don't know if this kid can understand." ”

Zhang Song said with a smile: "A child's thoughts, what do you care about so much, but Lord Li, after listening to it in the house for such a long time, it is time to invite us in!"

The door of the ancestral hall opened in response, and only one person was heard in the house saying, "Two adults, please come in." ”