"Hmph, if Ling Tiange can catch the murderer, it's fine, if he can't ......" A hint of ferocity flashed in Bai Ya's eyes.

On the way back to the mountain, Xuan Ji looked at Baiya very closely, and almost followed Izugong.

Bai Ya was helpless, he couldn't say a word to Jiang Wu and the others, and now he realized the mood of Tang Hunt when he was forcibly taken away, and for the first time he felt the binding force of the sect on the people of the sect.

After returning to the mountain, he didn't go to see Liu Yu, and went back to his small courtyard with a stinky face.

In the following days, Bai Ya vented his anger on the martial arts arena, and the other martial artists didn't know what was going on, and now they began to walk around him when they walked, and they were scared.

"Knock!" Bai Ya poked the bronze man in front of him with one finger, and the heavy bronze man trembled.

This bronze figure is a sword finger peak weapon, cast in the shape of a human, and the whole body is covered with pitted white dots and thin lines, which are marked acupuncture points and tendons.

To practice the Iron Finger Gong and the Broken Pulse Qi Finger Finger in Baiya, the first thing to do is to find these acupuncture points and tendon nodes. At first, it was used to use sandbags, and later the iron finger skills could be replaced with wooden figures with a certain foundation, and finally replaced with bronze figures.

Bai Ya has been practicing this martial art for more than four months, and Liu Yu is right, he is indeed very suitable for cutting off the pulse and cutting off the qi finger, and it is already practical. In particular, his left hand is very powerful with the finger of breaking the pulse and amputating the breath.

At least with the true qi of the Qi Realm martial artist's body, he basically can't stop it. If you are hit by an important acupuncture point with a strong bullet, your body will immediately be numb, even if it is only for a moment, it is enough to decide the winner or loser.

"Senior Brother Qingyuan, the master has something to call you to go. Bai Ya got up early in the morning and just practiced for a while, and a young and elegant voice sounded outside the small courtyard.

"Xiao Yuqing, come, eat candy!" Bai Ya walked out of the courtyard gate and found an eleven or twelve-year-old Taoist boy standing at the door.

This Dao Tong is a boy who points to the Taoist Temple, and he is the same generation as him according to the Taoist Temple. It is not a Qingcheng martial artist who is selected through the martial arts examination, but a real monk, who will not get married and have children in his life, and the precepts are very strict, second only to the monks who hold the great precepts of Buddhism.

Seriously speaking, this Xiaodao Tong Yuqing is the descendant disciple of Qingdu Guan, and he will be responsible for preaching in the future, and his status is higher than that of Baiya's Gongtan Boy.

However, the martial arts of monks like Yuqing in the Qingdu Temple are not too high, and they have a lot of homework to study the Taoist scriptures, so they don't have so much time to practice martial arts. When going out to preach and practice, there are generally disciples of the martial arts hall like Bai Ya to protect them, which is the original purpose of the Daomen to set up the martial arts.

Their Dao numbers were different from those of the Qingcheng disciples of the Martial Hall, they were two separate systems. Therefore, Bai Ya and Yuqing are not brothers in the traditional sense, strictly speaking, they are shouting nonsense.

"Senior brother, I'm not a child anymore!" Xiao Daotong muttered dissatisfiedly, but a pair of big black and white eyes rolled slightly, always staring at the candy in Bai Ya's hand.

"Yes, yes, this is what Senior Brother gave to you. Bai Ya pinched Yuqing's little face and stuffed the candy into his hand.

"Thank you, senior brother!" Yuqing smiled so hard that her eyes narrowed into a slit, picked up a candy and put it in her mouth, stroked her nose, and said happily, "It's so sweet......

"Yuqing, you're almost twelve years old, aren't you?" Bai Ya looked at him, a hint of inexplicability flashed in his eyes.

Yuqing was an orphan adopted by the Taoist temple, and after the age of twelve, he would leave the Qingdu temple and be assigned to the secular Taoist temple at the foot of the mountain. At this time, children like them will have a chance to change their lives.

Either they will follow the life set by Qingcheng and be a Taoist priest all the time. Either choose to return to the world and join the WTO, then you will have the opportunity to embark on the martial arts. However, the original Dao number will be taken back by Qingcheng, and you will need to pass the martial arts test if you enter Qingcheng again.

"There are still five months!" Yuqing counted with his fingers, suddenly realized something, and looked a little depressed, "I don't know which Taoist temple I will be assigned to, I'm afraid it will be difficult to see the master and all the senior brothers again in the future!"

"If you want to see it, you can still see it, it's just that you will fall a lot if you walk this path. Bai Ya touched his head meaningfully, turned around and walked towards the Taoist temple.

He likes Xiao Yuqing very much, but he won't explicitly let him go to practice martial arts, so he can only hint vaguely. What's more, Yuqing's life belongs to him, and the path of martial arts may not be suitable for him.

"Master, you look for me. Bai Ya came to Liu Yu's quiet room.

"Sit down, there's news from the bottom of the mountain, take a look!" Liu Yu hesitated for a moment and handed a pigeon letter in his hand to Bai Ya.

"Ling Tiange......" Bai Ya only read a small part of the letter, and then suddenly got up, a trace of spark appeared in his eyes.

At this time, it had been more than two months since Lu Yuan and Lu Qing were killed, and the letter did not mention the results of Ling Tiange's handling of the matter. It was only mentioned that Lu Qing was sent to become a nun in Qingyin Pavilion, and Lu Yuan had been sent back to Jiangyou by the Lu family two days ago.

As for Wu Zhen, the biggest suspect in the incident, he was not expelled from Ling Tian Pavilion.

Ling Tiange should have reached a preliminary conclusion on this matter, and in the news obtained by the Qingcheng spies, Bai Ya noticed that the Lu family had always kept a low profile on this matter. There were no unfavorable remarks against Ling Tiange, nor did they clash with the Wu Clan.

As Bai Ya expected, Ling Tiange couldn't find a clear clue about the murderer, so he had to choose and thin mud.

And the performance of the Lu family proved that Ling Tiange and the Wu clan had compensated them, and it was very likely that they would not pursue the matter again.

"It's not going to be left at that!" Bai Ya's eyes flickered, and the letter paper slid from his fingers into crumbs.

"What do you want to do?" Liu Yu looked at Bai Ya Tieqing's face, and shouted with a straight face.

"Master......"

"If you still think that you are the master, don't do it again!" Liu Yu may have felt that his tone was too harsh, and he sighed and said, "Happiness and enmity can only be happy for a while! What's more, Ling Tiange is not a small sect, if you stir up a dispute between the two factions, the master will not be able to protect you, do you want to be driven out of Qingcheng?"

"As long as you practice martial arts well, this matter can still be slowly figured out. Liu Yu said in a deep voice, "You are not allowed to run around during this time, and you are allowed to stay in the mountains well." ”

"Yes, master!" Bai Ya replied with a twitch of cheeks and lowered his eyelids.

Looking at Bai Ya's back as he walked out of the quiet room, Liu Yu suddenly felt a little uneasy. This apprentice is too worry-free, he thinks it's better to let Xuan Ji work harder, stare at him for a while, and wait for his emotions to calm down.

As the deacon of the outer hall of the Qingdu Temple, Liu Yu had already known how to deal with Ling Tiange.

Similar to this kind of big sect, it is on its own territory, if the murderer is not caught within three days, then it will be in vain to give another two months.

This matter is already very strange, the true purpose of the murderer is unknown, and it is actually not beneficial to anyone to see this matter, including the Wu family.

If you really want to investigate this matter thoroughly, Ling Tiange is not out of the question, that is, like Qingcheng did a few years ago, he sent a big purge. After pumping out the pond water, the silt of the pond is naturally revealed.

It's just that the incident of the Lu brothers and sisters is not enough to qualify them to do this, only when these drawbacks accumulate to a certain extent, Ling Tiange will come to such a moment.

The big sects have the difficulties of the big sects, and the internal relations are complicated, and sometimes even if you know that the scriptures are difficult to read, you still have to endure them. There are no clear clues, and the Wu family is not a small shrimp, if you can't dig deep into the inside story, can't you only choose to make mud?

Back in his small courtyard, Bai Ya felt depressed, looking at the bronze man in the courtyard with his eyes flickering.

......

Chengdu, the inner hall of the mansion of the Wu family.

At this time, the entrance to the lobby was closed, and the room was lit by dim candlelight, and three people were gathering here.

In the middle of the lobby sat an old man with a white beard and strong spirits. Beside him stood a middle-aged man with a face of purple sandalwood, and a handsome young man kneeling in the hall, it was Wu Zhen, whom Bai Ya had seen before.

The old man squinted his eyes and looked up at the beams in the lobby, looking like he was out of the world.

"Zhao'er, has the Lu family gone back?" After a while, the old man finally spoke, and asked faintly.

"Yes, father, the Lu family has gone back. The middle-aged man with a national character face replied respectfully.

"Three years...... Three years later, no matter how far Zhen'er practiced, he would be recruited back from Ling Tian Pavilion. Let him join the Wu Clan's demon hunting team, and he will not be allowed to return from the barbarian domain without the order of the patriarch. The old man sighed, and when he had said this, he got up and went out.

"Yes, father!" the middle-aged man replied in a hoarse voice, and Wu Zhen in the hall even threw his head on the ground, and beads of sweat the size of soybeans dripped down, forming a large cloud of water stains in front of him.

Seeing that the old man was already far away, the middle-aged man's face finally showed a trace of hideousness, and he slowly paced in front of Wu Zhen.

"Raise your head!"

"Smack!" The middle-aged man with the national character face slapped him fiercely and knocked Wu Zhenfan to the ground.

"Rebel, tell me, why do you want to do such a thing!"

"Father, it's not ......" Wu Zhen stood up, one cheek was high and swollen, and a trace of blood hung from the corner of his mouth.

"Smack!" The middle-aged man didn't wait for him to finish, and another slap slapped him to the ground again.

"If you dare to lie to me again, you will be beaten to death here, as if you have never given birth to a rebel. ”

"If your grandfather hadn't been concerned about my Wu clan's reputation for hundreds of years, he would have put you to death a long time ago. The middle-aged man with a national character face gritted his teeth and said, "Even so, our house has lost the position of the future head of the family, and has changed from a descendant to a concubine." ”

"I usually see that you are quite smart and sensible, why would you do such a thing? I knew that if this was the case, I should have shot you against the wall back then. The middle-aged man's face was distorted, his forehead was bruised~, and he roared in a suppressed voice, "Ling Tiange probably didn't expect that it was really you who did it...... Give a reason!"

Wu Zhen's body stiffened, slowly got up from the ground, hung his head and whispered: "Father, do you remember the serious illness when your son was five years old?"

"What does this have to do with this?" the middle-aged man was slightly stunned and put down his raised palm.

"That year, my son was seriously ill and dying, and it was the third uncle who invited a witch from southern Xinjiang to help his son renew his life with the technique of life Gu, but when the witch girl left, she also left a sand Gu proverb, can my father still remember?"