He Qianshan said that as long as the evidence is conclusive, the door will be cleared, which is actually said rigorously.

Although it seems that the murderer is nine out of ten at present, after all, no one has witnessed him kill with their own eyes!

This kind of thing is not afraid of 10,000, just in case!

What if there were people in this world who would make the robe, or make a move similar to the robe?

What if the Moyun post wasn't taken by a thousand people?

At the beginning, He Qianshan himself was not suspected of killing his fellow disciples, and he was wronged?

However, to others, especially those from the Yangtze River faction, his words are not rigorous!

This thousand suspicions are still analyzed by you, the head of the house, with the help of yourself, why, when it comes to the real thing, you start to protect the shortcoming?

Doesn't this make it clear that no matter how suspicious your person is, as long as you don't admit it, others can't touch him?

Even Ma Xingzhou frowned when he heard He Qianshan's words!

Jiang Lao finally managed to suppress his anger!

"When is the evidence conclusive?"

He Qianshan saw that the atmosphere was embarrassing, so he explained: "Actually, it's very simple, if Qianjue is really a murderer, I will see him at Lishui Ferry, and if he can't explain the origin of Moyun Post in his hand, I will take him down on the spot!"

"What if he gives an account of any other origin?"

"I'll check it out again!"

Jiang sneered angrily.

"Master He! According to the old decay, this thousand people who hide their martial arts and conceal their origins are clearly plotting against my Yangtze River faction!

The boss died under his unique martial arts, and he disappeared after the boss was killed!

I don't know why Master He still says that the evidence is not conclusive!

My Yangtze River faction can't wait for you to check and check again, and today I will hang ten thousand taels of red, and issue a chase and kill order in the rivers and lakes, thousands will never die, and the pursuit will not stop!"

"Jiang Lao, this ......"

Jiang Laoyi raised his hand to interrupt He Qianshan's speech.

"If Master He has any objections, even if he draws the line now, my Yangtze River Sect is not afraid to fight with you Wanmu Temple!"

There are only two people left in Wanmu Temple, and each person in the Yangtze River faction can drown them with a spit, and they are not afraid.

However, of course He Qianshan would not do anything with them, so he had to remain silent.

Seeing that He Qianshan was silent, Jiang Lao continued: "The head of the family will be buried in Jiang tomorrow night, if the head of He has a heart, he will stay and send him a ride, if he has no intention, he can leave immediately!"

He Qianshan said: "Master Jiang is a hero in the world, and it is a blessing to be able to send him on his last journey!"

"No!"

It was Ma Xingzhou who spoke.

"Jiang Lao, this time I came to pick up the head of the house on the way to transport the goods, but on the way due to the attack of the Guanyin Society, I have been delayed for a lot of time, if I delay the trip again, I am afraid that I will not be able to arrive on time, so I am afraid that I will not be able to send the head of the house!"

Jiang Lao nodded: "Since you have shipping affairs, it is naturally important to do things well, and the head will not blame you!

Nahe, we will have a meeting later!"

Ma Xingzhou went to the spiritual seat again and kowtowed, and urged He Qianshan to go.

He Qianshan had to say goodbye to everyone, but he borrowed a step from the abbot to speak.

"Master, I don't know if there is a sentence to ask?"

"Master He may want to ask, why is the old man so familiar with the martial arts of your temple?"

He Qianshan nodded.

Yuan sighed: "It seems that your temple doesn't want to mention that old thing!"

"Old things?"

"Well, the two temples of you and me have a very deep relationship, and it is inconvenient to talk to the head of He at this time, when I get out of the Namo Cloud Tower, please ask the head of He to gather in our temple, and then you and I will talk in detail!"

He Qianshan couldn't help but wonder, why did he have to wait until he came out of the Moyun Pagoda?

As the abbot of Wuliang Temple, he should have also received Moyun Ti.

"Isn't the abbot also going to the invitation of Moyun Pagoda? you and I should soon meet again at the Lishui Ferry!"

Yuan smiled bitterly: "Thanks to the high view of Moyun Tower, I have posted every time, but my temple has long and temple rules, and I am not allowed to go to the invitation of Moyun Pagoda, so I can't go!"

"Why is that?"

"I don't know why, but the temple rules are like this, and Lao Gu has to obey!"

He Qianshan thought to himself, why do these temples have some strange temple rules that are different?

But he thought about it, and the strange rules of his Wanmu Temple actually had a reason, so he thought that the temple rules of Wuliang Temple must not be created out of thin air, there should be some special reason!

Zhao Duxue was waiting anxiously on the boat, and was relieved to see He Qianshan and Ma Xingzhou coming in the direction of the dock from a distance!

But when she saw that the two of them were not talking and laughing as before, she knew that something bad must have happened!

When the two returned to the boat, she quietly asked He Qianshan, only to learn that the head of the Yangtze River faction had been killed, and the murderer was most likely the one who almost killed herself!

She was amazed when she heard this, and only then did she understand why the helmsman, who had always been happy and laughing, was so sad at this moment!

Even so, the helmsman who kept his word did not forget his promise to invite He Qianshan to drink good wine, and sent someone to get the wine from Jiuxiangfeng on the boat before leaving the island.

The moon was white, and the lake was weeping.

The fleet, which was usually in high spirits, seemed to be languishing at this time, dragging its long and heavy body, squeaking and squeaking forward.

At dinner time, I couldn't hear the noise of the crew, who used to drink and sing.

Ma Xingzhou was also silent in his cabin, facing He Qianshan and Zhao Duxue.

Tears appeared in his eyes, his expression was sad and angry, and he only raised the wine bowl towards the two of them, and then raised his head and drank it all!

He Qianshan didn't know if it was appropriate for him to comfort him, so he could only drink with him all the time.

I don't know how many bowls I drank, but Zhao Duxue spoke first: "Brother Ma, the deceased is gone, and those who come can still be chased, and there is still a need to mourn!"

Drink less!"

Ma Xingzhou wiped his face: "Brother and sister, the taste of this wine today is indeed not as good as before, but if you don't drink it, my brother and I will feel uncomfortable!"

As he spoke, he lifted the bowl again, but He Qianshan held down his arm.

"Old Ma, wait a minute, let me ask something?"

Ma Xingzhou put the bowl down: "What's the matter?"

"According to our itinerary, we will send Master Jiang to leave tomorrow night, and we should be in time, but why are we in a hurry?"

"I'm afraid something will happen!

"What's going to happen?"

Ma Xingzhou sighed: "Brother, people's hearts are unpredictable, since you are in the rivers and lakes, no matter when, you must pay more attention!"

Our Yangtze River faction has clear grievances and grievances, but it is also a retribution!

Among the martial arts sects, there are many people who kill innocents indiscriminately to retaliate, although you are not to blame for the affairs of the master, but it is difficult to guarantee that no one will count the account on the head of you, the head of Wanmu Temple!

What's more, you said something unpleasant to them!"

He Qianshan suddenly realized: "You are worried that they will not be good for me!"

"I'm worried that they're not good for you, and I'm worried that you'll be forced to kill them, and when the time comes, if you really make a vendetta, what should I do?

So, it's better to go!"