After recuperating in the room for a few days, Lin Yiqi thought that he had almost recovered, and he had nothing to do, and he walked to the courtyard to fight boxing alone, which can be regarded as a small activity.

Yesterday, Xing Dao came to tell him with a happy face that he had finally found out the true identity of the old man, and he got the news from a friend in the palace who was guarding with a knife in front of the palace, Lin Yiqi immediately teased: "Your friend can't be called Zhanzhao, right?"

"Is it really called Zhanzhao?" Lin Yiqi couldn't help laughing: "Is there another black-looking Longtu Pavilion scholar?"

"Longtuge University Scholar?" Some of the monks were puzzled, and said in confusion: "I don't have the title of Longtu Pavilion University Scholar. ”

"Uh...... When I didn't say. Lin Yiqi sneered.

Back to the present, Lin Yiqi finished a set of punches, sweating all over his body, took out a white silk sweat towel from his waist, wiped off the sweat beads on his face, sat on the stone bench in the courtyard, a bowl of cold water into his throat, felt a burst of comfort all over his body, and the spirit of the whole person reached its peak.

After pranayama, lying on the table, Lin Yiqi began to think about his future path, solving the Baihualou murder case is naturally the first priority, after all the turmoil calms down, whether to stay in the yamen and continue to work on errands, or find an excuse to leave, travel around, and enjoy the ancient life that he has never experienced.

Lin Yiqi took a sip of water, couldn't make a decision for a while, simply closed his eyes, sighed softly, put this matter aside, and ignored it for the time being.

"One seven!" Xing Dao's voice came from afar.

"What's wrong?" Lin Yiqi opened his eyes and saw Xing Dao running in sweating.

"It's not good!" Xing Dao sat down, snatched the porcelain bowl from Lin Yiqi's hand, and took a big sip of cold water.

"What's wrong with it? It actually made our famous mountain-opening knife in Bianjing-Mr. Xing catch his head, and Master Xing was so panicked. Lin Yiqi quipped.

"Less poverty. Xing Dao's face condensed slightly.

"You say. Lin Yiqi put away his smiling face and sat upright.

"The Baihualou case has come to an end. Xing Dao frowned, obviously not satisfied with the outcome of the case, and said in a deep voice: "The old man who died is called Li Yan, the head of the palace, and the celebrity next to the emperor. The poisoner's name is Zhu Le, a Xiao Si in Baihualou, when he took someone to arrest him the night before, he found that he had already died at home. There are two assassins, one uses a sword, the other uses a sword, and the martial arts are all good, and the person who made the sword is probably the same person who injured you, and their identities are currently confusing and difficult to find out. ”

Xing Dao sighed and continued: "I originally wanted to follow the clue of Gonggong Li, but I didn't expect that Lord Yi suddenly called me over yesterday and asked me to close the case immediately, and repeatedly ordered me not to work this case. ”

"Is there such a thing?" Lin Yiqi thought for a moment and said: "Presumably, there is a lot of involvement behind this case, so it is better to stop it in time, so as not to fall into the quagmire, you ran over in a hurry, won't you just tell me about it?"

"Of course not, but Yiqi, don't worry, although the case is not investigated, we still have to report it, brother, I have already started to check the identity of the sword assassin, there will be news in a few days, and then we will come to the door to 'visit' him." ”

"Hmm. Lin Yiqi's heart warmed, but he didn't expect Xingdao to still remember that he was injured, so he silently remembered this kindness, and said with one hand on his chin: "Then tell me the reason why you don't go to the Three Treasures Hall for nothing." ”

Xing Dao slapped his thigh and said, "Ah! Look at my memory, I almost forgot to get down to business, do you know what happened in Bianjing City last night?"

"How do I know about the wounded who don't go out of one gate and don't step out of the other?" Lin Yiqi smiled.

"Last night, a bloody battle broke out in Bianjing City! Out of nowhere, a force of rivers and lakes sprung out, slaughtered into the prison and rescued a condemned prisoner, the masters of the Thousand Machine Battalion were exhausted, and the thieves were killed all the way out of the prison, and when we went to deal with the aftermath this morning, the scene was really miserable, the streets were stained with blood, there were broken limbs and wreckage everywhere, and the smell of blood in the air was not dissipated overnight. Speaking of this, Xingdao couldn't help but gasp.

"Which sect and sect are so bold?" Lin Yiqi said.

"I don't know, they are all dressed in black, and they are covered with black cloth, so they can't see their heads. Xingdao shook his head, his face became ugly, and said: "The troublesome thing is still to come, after Your Majesty learned about it, Long Yan was furious, and ordered Dali Temple to catch the thief within three days, and behead him at noon, in order to show the majesty of the court." ”

"Three days...... If it is an ordinary thief, the three-day deadline is not difficult, but if it is those martial arts masters, I want to catch them within three days...... There is no way to do it, unless the opponent is tied up. Lin Yiqi's face condensed slightly, and he muttered, "What did Master Yi say?"

"Alas......" Xingdao sighed, with a trace of guilt in his eyes, and said: "Not long ago, Lord Yi has been dismissed, in Bianjing City, such a big thing happened at the feet of the Son of Heaven, he is inseparable from the Dali Temple, and when the Lord left, he handed over the royal gold medal to me, inside and outside the Dali Temple, the soldiers and horses of the five cities, and the ten sentinels are at my disposal, Lord Yi has the grace of knowing me, if the thief cannot be caught within three days, Your Majesty will blame it, Lord Yi will be scolded at the lightest, and at worst he will be imprisoned and lose his office, and I will have no ......shame at that time."

Hearing this, even though Lin Yiqi didn't know much about the ancient system, he also felt the seriousness of the matter, and the Son of Heaven was angry, and the blood flowed like a river!

"If we want to catch those prison robbers, from now on, we have to go all out. Lin Yiqi raised his hand to interrupt Xing Dao's words, and said in a serious tone: "Brother Dao, if you want to get through this difficulty, you have to be wronged and listen to my orders." ”

Looking at the young man in front of him who suddenly became fierce, a rebellious figure involuntarily appeared in front of Xing Dao's eyes, always confident and never surprised......

This time, Xing Dao was indeed a little at a loss, first the Baihualou murder case, and then Lin Yiqi was injured and unconscious, if he was robbed again today, His Majesty Long Yan was furious, Lord Yi was dismissed, and those officials with knives and pens were not staring at the situation, as long as the three-day deadline passed, they would definitely join forces and join the adults fiercely.

The high-ranking and powerful Dali Temple Siqing - Yi Zhengtian, Yi Daren, strict law enforcement, upright, known as Yi Qingtian's reputation among the people, this kind of character who can't rub sand in his eyes, makes him make a lot of enemies in the court, those traitors and villains dream of pulling Yi Zhengtian off the horse, such as being robbed in prison today, Yi Zhengtian, who is responsible for supervising Gyeonggi, bears the brunt of the responsibility.

This one thing after another is so overwhelming that the torture rice is breathless, don't say three days, even if he is given three months, he may not be able to catch those martial arts masters with unique skills, once the case involves the rivers and lakes, it is almost impossible to be good.

The world of swords, swords, and shadows has its own set of rules, and the laws of the imperial court do not apply there.

"I can't talk about grievances, as long as I can catch those guys who robbed the prison, even if I am asked to go to the soup, I will not hesitate!" Xing Dao chose to believe Lin Yiqi without hesitation, just like he believed in this kid's father without hesitation.

"Okay!" Lin Yiqi showed a smile at the corner of his mouth, got up and went to the house to bring a pen, ink, paper and inkstone, neatly arranged on the stone table, grinding ink and lifting rods, pens and snakes, in his previous life, in order to make friends with a big man who loves calligraphy, Lin Yiqi (zero) did not work hard in the brush and words, put the written rice paper in the sun to dry, fold it at will, and handed it to the torture rice on the side, and carefully advised: "Brother Dao, you must do exactly what I tell on the paper, and there can be no mistakes!"

"No problem!" said Xingdao as he put the paper in his pocket and assured earnestly.

"What level of martial arts are you in the rivers and lakes?" After Lin Yiqi finished explaining, he spit out such a sentence without a head.

"Uh......" Xingdao was stunned for a moment, thought for a moment, and replied, "It's a third-rate level." ”

"What about the assassin who hurt me last time?" Lin Yiqi said.

"If you're not injured, you're definitely a second-rate master. Xingdao said frankly.

"Oh......" Lin Yiqi nodded thoughtfully, and after sending Xing Dao away, he stood alone in the courtyard in a daze, waving his fist casually, and he also had a general understanding of how strong the so-called martial arts masters in this world were.

The strength of his previous life was almost to the point of fighting invincible opponents all over the world, but he didn't expect that in ancient times, it was only the level of a first-class master.

In his previous life, Lin Yiqi visited everywhere to find out if there is really such a thing as internal force in the world, and the result was that there is no internal force in the world, and the so-called internal force is just a kind of dark energy generated by changing the force pattern of human muscles with a special breathing mode.

It wasn't until that day that Xing Dao slapped the teacup on the table with a palm in the air, and Lin Yiqi was pleasantly surprised to find that there was really an internal force in this world, and he couldn't wait to propose to Xing Dao the idea of cultivating internal force, and Xing Dao readily agreed.