Wei Wudao sighed softly.

The wine glasses in the main hall fell to the ground, the wine flowed sideways, and everyone was scattered.

The old man was wrapped in a very thick cotton robe, and he was dressed very plainly.

He crouched down, picked up a glass that had rolled to his feet, and put it in front of him to examine it carefully.

He finally understood why the young man was dressed in white.

It's like a vegetarian.

It's more like paying tribute to someone.

He raised his head, looked at Yi Xiao, and said sincerely, "You shouldn't do this." ”

The face of the small hall was calm.

The cunning fox poured himself wine, lowered his eyebrows and said, "The old account from sixteen years ago, do you think that if you find a clue, you can bring out the truth of the whole matter?"

Yi Xiao smiled and said, "But at least I found you." ”

Wei Wudao said in a calm voice: "You should find me when there is no one around, an avenger, you shouldn't raise your sword for such a fair reason." ”

His Highness was silent.

Wei Wudao smiled and continued: "You are now creating a panic in Lanling City, just to find out all the people you should find tonight, and liquidate them one by one like the big red moon in Luoyang, but it's a pity that you are not Liu Baichan, and this is not Luoyang." ”

Yi Xiao said calmly: "I don't have to kill anyone, I just want to know the truth." ”

Wei Wudao's movements paused.

He seemed to be thinking about something, and after thinking about it for a long time, Yu Yu asked, "You want to know the truth, why don't you just ask Your Majesty?"

Yi Xiao said softly: "He can give me answers to most things, but this is the only one that can't." If I had asked, he would have told me. ”

"Hmm. Wei Wudao seemed to approve of Yi Xiao's answer, and nodded thoughtfully.

The cunning fox calmly drank the wine from the glass.

He said softly, "Your Highness, you actually did something wrong. ”

Yi Xiao narrowed her eyes.

Wei Wudao said softly: "The truth you are looking for has long been burned by the fire sixteen years ago, leaving some traces, that is, some people who are surviving. They didn't die, they saw it with their own eyes, or they experienced it, but in any case, they were only part of the truth, and they were never the truth. ”

He paused, smiled weakly: "The most direct way to kill a person is a sword, but some people can't be killed with knives and swords, and thousands of troops can't do it." ”

Yi Xiao was a little confused.

The foxy fox shook his head, and his tone became soft and slow: "Sixteen years ago, I ordered those people to stop from saving her, if you came today to seek my sin, if you say that this is a sin, then I confess this sin." ”

Wei Wudao closed his eyes, reminisced and muttered, "I'm sitting in this seat now, there are some things that I can't say, I don't live any freer than others." I know whose name you want to hear from my mouth, but sometimes...... The truth really isn't what you think. ”

The old fox who sat on the thirteenth floor of the fairy tower knocked on the table with a ride or not.

He suddenly asked, "Your Highness, in the laws of Lanling City, is it a crime to kill a civilian?"

Yi Xiao narrowed her eyes, held back her patience, and the golden color in her eyes was forcefully suppressed.

Wei Wudao knew that Yi Xiao would not answer, and said with a somewhat boring smile: "Actually, you are guilty, but as long as you can be regarded as a celebrity, like those who were sitting at the banquet just now, kill a civilian in Lanling City, and the law will not pursue them." ”

"Then what about killing a member of the Immortal Tower?"

The cunning fox smiled and said, "Naturally, you are also guilty, but if you stand in a higher position than the Immortal Tower, then you are also innocent." To get rid of sin, you just have to stand on a higher level, and then no one can cure your sin. ”

"Your Highness has come to seek my sins today, and I can only confess it. The old man wrapped his thick robe tightly and lowered his eyes lightly, "That's probably the truth." ”

Yi Xiao thoughtfully recalled what he had just said.

The old man closed his eyes and said softly, "Your Highness, Wei Wudao is going to teach you today." ”

His Royal Highness looked at the old man.

He's old.

Sixteen years ago may not have been as old as it is now.

Such an old man, with his eyes closed and smiling, still had a little kindness, but it didn't seem to have the slightest connection with the word "cunning fox".

He slowly opened his eyes and said softly, "Your Highness, let's see, how far is the truth in you today from the real truth?"

The old man stood up with a smile and said very lightly: "Lin Yi is dead." ”

His Royal Highness's pupils shrank.

He looked at the old man in disbelief.

Wei Wudao sat back down.

The old man laughed at himself and said: "This name is strange and familiar, isn't it? Most of them forgot him sixteen years ago, but I can't forget it, his death certificate was made by me personally, and the new household registration of the Governor of Lanling City was also opened by me." Lin Yi of Tianque died sixteen years ago, and what survived was only a humble and cowardly painter. ”

The cunning fox sighed and said softly, "Your Highness, you are still too young. Such a person, a person who is enough to reveal the truth of the year, why don't you just kill it? Isn't it for you to find it?"

"So you found me. ”

Wei Wudao suddenly coughed once or twice, and he was much older.

"Lin Yi's role has been exhausted, so he is dead now. ”

The old man lowered his eyebrows and said, "Even if he becomes a fool, he can't help but live." It's just that I never thought that Your Highness, when you entered the Holy Island, you still had a bit of compassion in your bones and spared him a life. ”

His Royal Highness had some green tendons bulging out on his forehead.

He said gloomily, "You killed Lin Yi?"

Wei Wudao smiled and waved his hand.

"No, no, no...... Of course I didn't kill it. ”

The old fox coughed violently and coughed up tears, more like laughing tears.

"This morning, the governor of Lanling City, Si Yamen, received a report, including a trivial disappearance...... A middle-aged painter disappeared in the urban area of Lanling, and it was his wife who reported the crime. ”

"There are not many suspicious points in the case, and with the man, there is a big red lantern depicting his family portrait. ”

"The case just now should have been solved, this man is dead, he was slashed a thousand times with a sword, the sword was angry to the bones, and he was abused to death. ”

Wei Wudao pulled up his thick robe, shrunk and said with a smile: "So the murderer is a swordsman who has the habit of abusing and killing others with a sword. ”

"The Governor's Department and the Yamen only seek evidence when handling cases. Because the murderer will always leave some traces, such as the traces of walking when he went to the courtyard, the small footprints left when he climbed the courtyard wall, or the evidence that was seen. ”

Wei Wudao said with a smile: "There is no evidence pointing to me, and no one knows that I can use a sword, so I must not be a murderer, and I will not admit that I am a murderer." ”

The color under the small hall is extremely ugly.

"Of course...... The murderer will not be you, Your Highness. ”

The old fox smiled softly: "Because you are the one who really experienced this, you have experienced the truth, and it doesn't make much sense to frame you as a murderer." ”

"I'm not a murderer, and neither are you, Your Highness. So who is it?"

Wei Wudao wrapped his thick robe tightly, and the chill coming from his body and bones made his lips tremble and turn blue, but he couldn't suppress his smile.

Outside the temple gate, a woman with a sword slowly walked in.

Yi Xiao'an's face was calm and walked into the hall.

The hibiscus he was carrying was dazzling and cold, stabbing Wei Wudao's eyes.

The old man had tears in the corners of his eyes, and said softly, "It's her." ”

The guards of Jingtao Hall recorded a record and saw with their own eyes that this Buddhist woman Keqing made a trip to Jingtao Hall on the fourth watch, but no one could explain why she went out during that time period. The old man smiled and said, "This is a human witness." ”

"The painter died with a lantern, and the governor's yamen found a similar lantern to fool the painter's wife, but the real lantern was not found at all, because no one dared to search your palace. The old man smiled again and said, "And if you search it, you will find physical evidence." ”

"A lot of times people only believe what they see. ”

And those who have experienced the truth have not seen the truth. ”

Wei Wudao said to the young man in white very sincerely: "Your Highness, you are really powerful, you have found the only loophole sixteen years ago. But why haven't you thought that finding Lin Yi is not the beginning of finding the truth, but it may be the source of the truth that has been completely extinguished?"

Yi Xiao's face was a little pale.

He thought it was a little ridiculous.

And it's not just the scene in front of you that's absurd.

Instead, the old man slowly stood up again.

This time, he lifted his thick robe and unloaded his close-fitting clothes layer by layer in front of Yi Xiao.

One fresh sword wound after another rolled on his body, and the scars that had opened were still fresh and fleshy.

Absurd.

Think about it.

"Everyone has seen Your Highness, you are here for my Wei Wudao's cocktail party today. ”

"You're going to get to the bottom of that incident. ”

"Now everyone in Lanling City is waiting for the ending. ”

"Here she is. ”

Wei Wudao pointed to Yi Xiao'an, who was carrying a sword into the hall, the wounds on his body were steaming, and the pain was deep to the bones, this old man had actually endured it for so long wrapped in a thick robe, and now he could still smile.

"And then I died. ”

The sound stopped abruptly.

With a smile on his face, the old man endured the pain with a slight frown.

He whispered, "Then what kind of truth will Your Majesty see?"

Wei Wudao said with regret: "If you don't come to this drinking party today, I will also die under the hands of such a swordsman who is good at using swords and tyrannical, and I will die by a thousand swords, but the death of a big man in the immortal tower and the death of a middle-aged painter...... It's different. This matter will be uploaded in turn and passed on to His Majesty's eyes, so the ending will be the same. ”

The old man spread his hands and said innocently, "Your Highness, look...... Sometimes it's as simple as faking the truth. ”