Wu Zhen has been a little restless these days, and he always feels that there is a pair of eyes staring at him.

"Wu Si!"

"Eldest Prince, are you looking for me?" a middle-aged man pushed the door in and asked angrily.

"What's the news from the mountain recently?" Wu Zhenjun's face showed a hint of obscurity, and he asked with a frown.

The middle-aged man named Wu Si is also a child of the Wu family, but he belongs to the side line of the Wu family, and he is a generation younger than Wu Zhen in terms of generation.

He entered Ling Tiange two times earlier than Wu Zhen, but unfortunately he was not talented enough, and he has not been able to enter the artistic conception until now, under normal circumstances, it is estimated that he will not have the opportunity to become a situation or an innate powerhouse in this life.

Since Wu Zhen came out of that incident, Wu Si has been dispatched by the Wu clan and has been staring at Wu Zhen on the mountain.

"There's no news from home!" the middle-aged man shook his head.

"You go and ask the third uncle to come over. Wu Zhen thought about it and said.

"Didn't the third master tell us not to look for him again these days?" Wu Si was silent for a while, then replied with a frown.

"If you ask you to ask, you will ask, don't talk nonsense. Wu Zhen sank his face, revealing a hint of gloom.

"Hehe!" The middle-aged man showed a hint of ridicule in his eyes, sneered, but his figure did not move at all, and said indifferently, "Do you still think that you are the grandson of the Wu family?"

"You ......" Wu Zhen showed anger on his face, glared at the middle-aged man fiercely, gritted his teeth and said, "Don't forget that the third uncle asked you to listen to my orders, even if you are not the grandson of the Wu family now, you can still be cured!"

"Hmph, it's not anymore, the third master is still very dissatisfied with you. The middle-aged man showed a hint of smugness on his face, and said with a sneer, "He asked a certain person to be dispatched by you in order to do great things." But for the sake of your own selfish interests, you actually abandoned the overall situation, and in the end, the third master had to take a risk......"

"You have a part in that, too!" Wu Zhen's face turned pale, and he said in a low voice.

"It's true, but it's at your disposal. Wu Sipi said with a smile.

"Hmph, if you weren't clean, how would you work the third uncle...... Slow, could it be that you are doing this on purpose?" Wu Zhen's pupils suddenly shrank, and he looked at the middle-aged man in shock.

"Hehe, don't spray people with blood, a certain martial arts practitioner is not proficient, and it is inevitable that there will be some mistakes in doing things. Wu Si sneered.

"If you do this, aren't you afraid of ......" Wu Zhen gritted his teeth and said hatefully.

"Afraid, hehe, the eldest prince has forgotten their requirements for the martial arts mentality, which is different from a famous and decent family like Emei. Wu Si said meaningfully, "Although they promised to let me wait for a glimpse of the innate opportunity, what they can give is limited after all. I can't compete with the third master, but are you ......?"

"Get out, get out!" Wu Zhen's face turned pale and he looked at the middle-aged man with a dumbfounded eye.

The villain retired, and the eldest son rested in peace. Wu Si looked up to the sky and snorted, and proudly pushed the door away.

Out of Wu Zhen's small courtyard, the expression on the middle-aged man's face returned to indifference, looked at the courtyard behind him and sneered, and walked towards his house.

When he arrived at his residence, Wu Si looked around carefully, entered the room to cover the door, and took out a black-skinned book and a bottle of pills from his cuffs and put them on the table.

"Hey, what a grandson, half of the brain is filled with water, half is filled with flour, and it becomes a paste after a shake. Wu Si stretched out his hand and patted the black-skinned classics, his face could not hide the smugness, "I actually messed up for a woman, and I have to endure you for so long, these things are not returned to Lao Tzu in the end!"

"Meow~~"

"Who?" Wu Si's face changed, he turned his hand to put away the classics and pills, and pushed the door to look out.

It turned out to be a cat, which scared Lao Tzu. Seeing the lynx squatting by the well in the yard, Wu Si couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

"Get out of the way!" Wu Si went out into the yard, picked up a piece of gravel and threw it at the bobcat.

"Meow~~" The lynx jumped away, arched its back and let out a threatening cry, but it suddenly raised its head vigilantly, slowly retreated backwards, and disappeared into the darkness with a dodge.

"Dead cat!" Wu Si cursed in a low voice, turning around and walking towards the room.

Just as he had crossed the threshold, a dark figure tumbled silently down from the eaves, a large hand like an iron tong around his shoulder, and grabbed his throat.

Wu Si was not a rookie who had just practiced martial arts, and as soon as that hand touched the skin in his throat, he immediately had an instinctive reaction. He fought back faster than his brain, raising his hand with an elbow to smash behind him, and at the same time his neck stalked, tensing the muscles on both sides of his neck.

"Which senior brother is joking with me, could it be that Wu Zhen's stupid guy wants to kill me?"

After doing this, a few thoughts came to his mind.

"Bang!" Wu Si's elbow was like a defeat, and there was a muffled sound from the place where he hit, and he only felt that his arm was sore, and he couldn't lift it up all of a sudden.

It was the numbness of the elbow that was shaken back.

"Hard skills?" Wu Si was shocked, and he suddenly felt bad in his heart, no one on Jingque Peak practiced this kind of kung fu, most of them were sword cultivators here, and the few martial artists who did not practice swords were also strange weapons for cultivation.

However, if he wanted to resist at this time, it was too late.

The big hand that grabbed his neck with irresistible force completely ignored the muscles around his neck and lifted him in the air.

Immediately, Wu Si only felt that the numb point on his waist was slapped by someone, and the little internal qi he had just lifted suddenly disappeared without a trace, and he collapsed like a deflated ball.

Bai Ya was a little stunned in his heart, he didn't expect that he would restrain the other party so easily, and his left hand, which had already taken a big mudra pose, was slowly lowered.

It's not surprising in retrospect, although the lethality of sword cultivation is strong, but all the kung fu is on the sword, and it is normal to be attacked by a hard-working martial artist at close range, and he can't bear it.

Bai Ya walked into the room with Wu Si in one hand, and with a hook of one foot, he closed the door.

"Papapa~" Bai Ya slapped his left hand continuously, sealed several pockmarks on Wu Si's body, untied the long sword on his waist, searched his body again, and found the black leather book on the cuff and put it on the table with the pill.

During this time, he cultivated the Broken Pulse and Qi Finger, and recognized the acupuncture points of the human body very accurately. Although the acupoint kung fu is not profound, it is easy to paralyze Wu Si's whole body for an hour or two.

After doing this, Bai Ya secretly breathed a sigh of relief, pulled two chairs, put Wu Si down, let go of his neck, and clasped the other party's pulse with one hand.

Wu Si was mentioned by him for a long time, his face was purple and swollen, his eyes were already a little white, and he almost fainted. He slumped in his chair like a fish out of water, and let out a hoarse gasp in his throat.

"I ask you to answer, do you understand?" Bai Ya waited for him to calm down a little, and then said flatly.

"Who are you?" Wu Si lost all his body, only his head could move, and when he heard the voice, he reluctantly raised his head and glared at Bai Ya fiercely.

"Click!" Bai Ya unceremoniously broke off the thumb of his right hand.

"The night is still long, if you don't want to suffer more, then be honest!"

Beads of sweat broke out on Wu Si's forehead, he gritted his teeth, and didn't say a word. However, he didn't ask any more questions, the fierceness in his eyes did not decrease by half, and he secretly glanced at the black-skinned books on the table.

Seeing this, Bai Ya couldn't help but feel worried, but all martial artists have a strong immunity to pain, and he wanted to force a confession to the person in front of him, but it seemed that it was difficult.

Bai Ya has been hiding on the cliff on the side of the martial arts arena for the past few days, and Wu Zhen has already been identified. It's just that I don't want to go to him for the time being, but instead uses Wu Si, who is always by Wu Zhen's side, as a breakthrough.

In any case, he has to confirm the truth about the death of the Lu siblings. It's not that his mother-in-law and mother-in-law are unwilling to cause a fight between Qingcheng and Emei.

Bai Ya is a Qingcheng martial artist no matter how he says, if because of his relationship, the two factions will fight, and he will not be able to pass this level in his heart. But if it can be proved that Wu Zhen is indeed the mastermind behind the harm to the Lu brothers and sisters, although he is still in trouble, Qingcheng and Emei should not be able to fight.

"Your name is Wu Si, right?" Bai Ya grinned, showing a mouthful of white teeth, and said gloomily, "Your business is wrong!"

Bai Ya's words were originally just to bluff the person in front of him, but Wu Si's expression changed slightly when he heard it, and he couldn't help but start stealing a look at the black-skinned book on the table again.

Bai Ya followed his line of sight, couldn't help but be surprised in his heart, and quietly pressed his palm on the black leather book, and tapped the cover of the book with his fingers.

"Wu Si, you should know what I said, it's still too late to confess......"

Wu Si looked at his fingers, his face trembled, he slowly raised his head, and asked in a deep voice, "Who are you?"

There is a door! Bai Ya narrowed his eyes slightly, suddenly shrunk his neck and arched his back, and punched hard.

This punch posture is strange, like a monkey picking up a tree, when the arm is straightened, Bai Ya's shoulder shakes again, and the fist that has reached the end suddenly stretches an inch, as if the arm has suddenly grown again.

"White Ape Tongjiquan, you are the !! of the Prison Inspector"

After seeing this punch, Wu Si was like a ghost, his eyes burst out, his face turned snow-white, and his head couldn't help but tilt back, as if he wanted to avoid the white cliff from afar.

"Say!" Bai Ya pulled him to him with a slam on his vein, his face was hideous, and he yelled at him almost face to face.

"I knew it, I knew it would be impossible to hide ......it sooner or later," Wu Si muttered to himself as if he had lost his soul, his eyes completely out of focus.

Bai Ya narrowed his eyes slightly, and couldn't help but be suspicious in his heart, vaguely guessing that Wu Si's appearance should have been misunderstood.

How does he know what the white ape through the arm fist, the move just now is the monkey shape fist in the twelve-shaped fist, called the fairy monkey offering peach, and the white ape arm fist is only a little similar.

A few months ago, when Bai Ya made up his mind to infiltrate Ling Tian Pavilion, he practiced a few monkey form fists, in order to pretend to be a disciple of Ling Tian Pavilion as a last resort.

Ling Tiange is also called the White Ape Dojo, the ancestor is the White Ape Gong Lingzi, who has passed down the White Ape Tongjian and the Ape Gong Sword Technique. Most of the Ling Tian Pavilion martial arts disciples majored in kendo, and the White Ape Tongjian was the only fist and foot martial art he could imitate.

In fact, this is Wu Si's own ghost in his heart, otherwise, even if he has not practiced the White Ape Tongjian Fist, he will notice the difference when he thinks about it.

"Wu Si, this is your only chance, don't make a mistake again!"

"Now that you know, the left and right are dead, what's the difference between saying it and not saying it!" Wu Si no longer had his previous stubbornness, and smiled miserably with a pale face.

"Hmph, if you are willing to atone for your sins and name your accomplices, the sect can still spare your dog's life!" Bai Ya rolled his eyes and said faintly, "Besides, why do you have to take the blame alone and suffer ...... on behalf of others"

"Can the sect spare me?" Wu Si took two breaths and calmed down a little. His eyes stared at Bai Ya in a daze.

"You're just a pawn, and you're also learning fur kung fu, what can you do?" Bai Ya induduced step by step, and the words penetrated into Wu Si's ears like a magic sound.

If it was placed in normal times, with Wu Si's cunning, Bai Ya's vague words would have been seen through a long time ago. But he will be in a state of confusion, like a drowning man grabbing a life-saving straw, where will he let go.

"Five years ago......" Wu Si settled down and opened his mouth to say something.

Listening to Wu Si's narration, Bai Ya slowly opened his mouth wide and looked at him dumbfounded.

Bai Ya never dreamed that this trip to investigate the truth about the death of the Lu brothers and sisters would actually reveal such a secret that pierced the sky.