When Chen Shen and Chen Wu left Yizhuang excitedly, Lao Wang turned around, looked at Yao Qian, and didn't ask what he wanted to say just now, but asked instead.

"What is the purpose of our case?"

Listening to Lao Wang's serious question, Yao Qian thought about it.

As for the foolish husband and foolish woman who asked for the people's lives and relieved the people from hanging upside down, the answer was definitely not, and their monthly salary was only a few taels of silver?

"Silver?"

Wealth can be channeled, thousands of miles for officials only for money!

Lao Wang shook his head and said, "Save your life!"

He looked up at the sky, felt the insignificance and helplessness of life, sighed with emotion, and said his philosophy of doing things.

Yao Qian pondered for a moment, but felt extremely reasonable, and was speechless.

Of course, the silver is good, but there must be a life flower.

If it weren't for the fact that the body was found in broad daylight, which made people panic, the yamen would have covered up the case a long time ago, and they didn't even bother to look for the murderer.

Now that he can't hold it back, he naturally has to find a substitute ghost to close the case.

After figuring it out, Yao Qian also had to admire that Chen Shen was indeed more suitable for the promising profession of being a catcher than himself.

Chen Shanqi, don't look at the big name, he is just a paper tiger.

I said at the beginning that external cultivation is the most strain on the body.

Even many masters of external skills can't even live to be forty years old, even if they survive forty, their physical functions decline, their physique weakens, all the dark injuries they have suffered before emerge, and they are tortured by various diseases.

And Chen Shanqi, who is the heart-destroying palm, is now over fifty years old, and Chen Shen uses him as a substitute for the dead ghost, obviously expecting this.

If you take a master like Yu Hongchuan, a bone twister, as a substitute for the dead ghost, let alone whether they can catch it or not, it is possible to send them to death.

As for being a substitute for the dead ghost, although Yao Qian was a little embarrassed, he didn't say anything.

In the final analysis, everything is still not strong enough.

If the strength is enough to crush him, no matter who his murderer is, he will be hacked to death with a knife.

Looking at his appearance, Lao Wang was afraid that he would not be able to accept it, so he continued: "But you don't have to feel sorry for him, Xiao San said something good just now, the matter of human trafficking in Nancheng is most likely controlled by this person behind the scenes." ”

"Human trafficking?"

Yao Qian was puzzled, he thought it was Chen Shenluo who fabricated the charges.

"That's right, but this old guy is very alert, I have investigated and followed twice, each time I lost my trace in the mountains outside Pingyang, and I didn't see the escort come back, it seems that he changed a group of people. ”

Lao Wang's expression was solemn, and at the same time he was a little puzzled, and said to him.

After listening to him, Yao Qian was also puzzled, but after thinking about it, he still couldn't figure it out, so he simply didn't want to.

"Then the junior and the fifth will be fine, right?"

After all, these two people are good brothers from the original, even if the estrangement is very deep now and they don't get along, Yao Qian has to pretend to be concerned and ask a few words, for fear of arousing Lao Wang's suspicion.

Lao Wang nodded when he heard this, and said, "If you can think so, I will be relieved." As for them, don't worry, there will be no problem, although we can't handle a big case, but Pingyang City is mixed with dragons and snakes, and we can sit firmly in Diaoyutai, but we don't just rely on a few of us alone. ”

Yao Qian thought that this was indeed the case, at least the source of Lao Wang's information, he didn't know where it came from.

When he killed Yu Hongchuan on a rainy night, it was Lao Wang who gave him accurate information.

If he were alone, it would take several days just to investigate Yu Hongchuan's travels and grasp his whereabouts, let alone kill him.

His eyes flashed, and he guessed that there might be a hidden group of people behind the old king who were collecting news for him.

But just thinking about it, I quickly threw this thought out of the clouds.

Everyone has secrets, there is no need to explore them clearly, this will only increase the estrangement and distrust, and the old king did not say to them, even if there is this hidden force, it will only be good for them, no harm.

Now the only thing he needs to consider is to enhance his strength, without strength, it is the fish on the board, which can be slaughtered by others, and even the struggle in the eyes of the other party is just a fish spitting bubbles, weak and powerless, and it will burst when poked.

"I have already achieved a small sword technique now, and it is not practical to improve it in a short period of time, and I don't have so much potential, so it is better to practice another set of martial arts to enhance my life-saving ability. ”

He thought silently in his heart.

The first choice must be internal strength, internal and external integration, and he doesn't want to hang up after the age of forty.

However, the internal strength is too cherished and scarce, at least he has been inquiring about it in Pingyang City for half a month, and he has not received the slightest news about the internal strength.

In the second place, it must be horizontal training.

However, deep down in his heart, he still has some rejection of Henglian, as long as he thinks of turning into a muscular hunk, and the white-clothed Shengxue he expected, cold and elegant, killing people with a sword.

This style of painting doesn't match.

But there is no way, this world is too dangerous, or it is more important to save your life.

Besides, he is now a small master of swordsmanship, and his attacking and killing moves are enough, so there is no need to cultivate other offensive external skills.

The horizontal training is different, enhancing the body defense, resisting damage, increasing the strength of long-term combat, and the addition of knife skills, which can have the effect of 1+1 greater than 2.

After that, there are body movements, footwork, etc., which are also indispensable, but they are not very urgent for the time being.

With a short-term goal, Yao Qian looked at Lao Wang and asked, "Uncle, do you know if there are any masters in the city?"

"Master of horizontal training?"

Lao Wang pondered for a while before speaking.

"It is true that there are several horizontal training masters, but if you want to learn their martial arts, the others can be excluded, only the Mangvajra Arhat Yi, maybe there are still some chances. ”

"Mangva Arhat clothes?"

Yao Qian muttered to himself.

"That's right, this is a master of the same era as Chen Shanqi, who is a little older than him, but the situation is a heaven and an underground, I heard that he has been very poor in recent years, maybe he can use silver to impress him. ”

Lao Wang glanced at him and explained to him in detail.

Yao Qian's eyes lit up when he heard this, this is indeed a good choice, and the opportunity is very big, unless he plans to bring this horizontal martial arts into the coffin, it is impossible to refuse his kindness.

And don't forget, he is now a person in the government, if you want to rectify an old man who is about to die, has no relatives and no reason, isn't it easy to capture?

The idea came to him, and even he was taken aback.

If he had been in the past, he would never have such thoughts, at most he would have returned in vain, but now, all he was thinking about was how to achieve the goal, unscrupulous means.

Walking out of Yizhuang, the warm sunlight sprinkled on his body, Yao Qian suddenly felt that the coldness on his body was scattered by the impact.

After saying goodbye to Lao Wang, he left first.

Mang Vajra Arhat Yi lives in the slums south of the city, and he can just go to him.

But in half an hour, he came to a dilapidated courtyard, this courtyard is surrounded by cracks like cobwebs, as soon as the wind blows, it makes a whining ghost scream, if you come here in the middle of the night, ordinary people will at least be frightened to the point that their faces will turn pale,

He approached, slammed the door, but no one answered, and knocked again, and after a while, an old voice came from within.

"Who is it? What are you doing with the old man?"