It was Zhang Song who fell against the wall, the son of Zhang Guanglin of the Hongyang Sect.

Ji Longfeng was so surprised that he couldn't close his mouth: "How could it be him?!Wasn't he taken away by Lin Hongmeng? Could it be that Li Zhenghua's Black Falcon Ling killed him?"

Shen Jiuling pouted, "Now you know why I exclaimed just now!"

"Help me go over and take a look!" Ji Longfeng didn't have time to argue with Shen Jiuling, and his interest was all on Zhang Song.

Shen Jiuling glanced at Ji Longfeng fiercely with her big eyes, but she didn't say much, and slowly helped him to the wall.

Squatting down with difficulty, looking at the wounds on Zhang Song's body, Ji Longfeng said suspiciously: "Strange!"

Shen Jiuling glanced at him and said, "What's strange?"

Ji Longfeng didn't answer immediately, stretched out his hand, untied Zhang Song's clothes, and carefully examined the corpse. After a while, he helped Shen Jiuling to stand up, his eyes flashed, he looked around the situation in the room, pondered for a moment before he said with understanding: "I think it must be so!"

Shen Jiuling heard it anxiously, and couldn't help pinching his arm: "Don't grind and sell the guanzi, make it clear!"

Ji Longfeng said with a bitter face: "Grandma, what are you anxious about?"

Seeing Shen Jiuling's eyebrows upside down, and the female was about to be threatened, he hurriedly said: "Okay, okay, can't I be wrong?" You can listen to my analysis for you!" Speaking of this, while motioning to Shen Jiuling to observe the internal situation of the farmhouse, he said: "This house is full of dust and cobwebs, and no one has lived in it for a long time, so Zhang Song can appear here, it is estimated that the situation is similar to ours, it is a flight all the way, purely accidental!"

This is easy to see, and Shen Jiuling also thought about it, so she didn't react after hearing it, and waited for his next words.

Ji Longfeng smiled, didn't dare to slack off, and continued: "Moreover, Zhang Song was seriously injured by the black falcon Ling's abdominal dantian, although it is not fatal, but it is absolutely impossible to escape here alone! In other words, it is very likely that Lin Hongmeng brought him here!"

Shen Jiuling said impatiently: "Aren't you talking nonsense? At that time, it was obviously Lin Hongmeng who took him away!"

Ji Longfeng shook his head and said: "No, no, although it is true that Lin Hongmeng took Zhang Song away from the Land Temple, but it can't be so arbitrary, maybe they broke up the gang halfway?! ”

Shen Jiuling rolled her eyes when she heard this, and interrupted him angrily: "Okay, even if you are reasonable, continue to speak!"

Ji Longfeng coughed dryly and said: "Of course, the biggest possibility is that Lin Hongmeng brought Zhang Song over! But now, Lin Hongmeng is gone, Zhang Song died unexpectedly, and Zhang Xianzhong happened to appear here again, this matter is strange!"

Shen Jiuling raised her eyebrows, and her expression was finally no longer calm.

Ji Longfeng was satisfied with Shen Jiuling's reaction, and continued: "Looking at the situation in this room again, except for the corner of Zhang Songheng's corpse, there are no too obvious traces of fighting. And Zhang Song's body is not only injured in the abdomen, but also on his back, there is also a deep wound, which should be a knife wound! And this knife is the real fatal blow!"

Shen Jiuling's eyes lit up, and she blurted out: "Lin Hongmeng's weapon is not a knife, so Zhang Xianzhong should not have been killed by her; and Lin Hongmeng's martial arts are strong, although she was frustrated before, but her strength is still there, if she is present, someone will do something to Zhang Song, a fierce battle will definitely break out, and the situation in the house will not be like this, so Lin Hongmeng should have already left, so the seriously injured Zhang Song will be easily killed! Could it be that the murderer is... Zhang Xianzhong?"

Ji Longfeng nodded approvingly and said: "Clever! Zhang Xianzhong is a member of the Hongyang Sword Formation, although his martial arts are not high, but there is no problem in killing Zhang Song whose dantian has been destroyed!"

Shen Jiuling was praised and figured out these links, she was in a good mood, her face was no longer tense, and she couldn't help but smile.

Although the farmhouse was a little gloomy, a light through the window was shining on Shen Jiuling's pretty face at this moment, reflecting her smile as a whole city and country, shining brightly, Ji Longfeng was stunned, and his saliva almost flowed out.

Sensing Ji Longfeng's strange appearance, Shen Jiuling's face was slightly red, she was proud in her heart, and she was not annoyed, she raised a jade arm, and gathered the hair around her ears, I don't know if it was intentional or not, the movements were very soft, and the side face was perfect and charming, and there was a trace of charm in the burrow.

When Ji Longfeng saw it, he couldn't bear it, he had a chill all over his body, his legs were weak, and he fell to the ground.

Shen Jiuling saw that her spoof had achieved such an effect, and she suddenly burst out laughing, and hurriedly reached out to hold him.

Ji Longfeng's face turned red, and he said embarrassedly: "I suddenly feel weak, when the injury has recurred, let me sit down and rest!"

Shen Jiuling smiled secretly, didn't say anything, and helped him to sit on the ground slowly. Then he looked at Zhang Song's body in the corner of the wall, frowned, and said, "It's just that why did Zhang Xianzhong kill his young master?

Ji Longfeng took a breath and shrugged, "The inference of the right talent is only based on a situation that is more likely. As for the grievances between them, and what unexpected circumstances led to the murder, I can't figure it out if I am not Zhuge Kongming!"

Shen Jiuling bowed slightly: "According to the situation on the scene, you can think of these things in a short period of time, which is already very good! I underestimated you before!"

Ji Longfeng's head shook slightly, and he said quite complacently: "People can't look good, and the sea can't fight!"

Shen Jiuling gave him a blank look: "Get carried away!"

On the mountain a few miles away from the small dilapidated house, Zhang Xianzhong ran for his life, and finally lost his strength and collapsed beside a big rock.

Ji Longfeng's eyesight is good, and it was Zhang Xianzhong who disappeared on the hillside behind the house.

Shi Cai noticed that someone was approaching the small dilapidated house, and in a weak heart, he hurriedly broke out of the window, climbed up the hill behind the house, and ran desperately.

Zhang Xianzhong finally saved his life and escaped from the broken temple, for fear that Gao Jie would regret it, so he couldn't distinguish the direction, and the wind was blowing under his feet, running all the way, and happened to find this small dilapidated house.

I wanted to go into the house to rest for a while, but at a glance, I saw Zhang Song sitting on the ground against the wall, pranayama with his eyes closed.

subconsciously looked around, but did not find Lin Hongmeng's existence. Why did Zhang Song appear here, and where did Lin Hongmeng go, Zhang Xianzhong was very surprised and couldn't understand.

Originally, to be selected as one of the members of the Hongyang Sword Formation for training, Zhang Xianzhong has always been grateful to Lin Hongmeng. But when he watched Lin Hongmeng take Zhang Song away, but he didn't care about his life and death, and abandoned him like a cover, his mentality suddenly changed drastically. The endless gratitude and worship in the past, and the extreme disappointment and loss now, the two extreme emotions collided and mutated in an instant, and finally planted a seed of hatred in his heart. The depth of love, the depth of hate, the transformation of human emotions is traceless, undocumented, encountering this kind of thing, a hundred people will produce a hundred different kinds of mental activities.

And Zhang Xianzhong just went to the extreme, not only hating Lin Hongmeng, but also holding a grudge against Zhang Song.

It's just that the disparity in status and strength has always made him dare not have the idea of revenge for the time being, so his first reaction when he saw Zhang Song was to hold his breath and turn his head away.

Before he could step out of the threshold, Zhang Song's weak voice came from his ears: "You, come over to me!"

Zhang Xianzhong entered the Hongyang Sect at the age of twelve or thirteen, and for many years, Zhang Song, as the son of the sect leader, naturally had an unattainable and noble status in the minds of these low-level sect members. After accumulating prestige for a long time, Zhang Xianzhong subconsciously did not dare to disobey Zhang Song's order at this moment, and immediately turned around and walked back slowly.

Zhang Song was seriously injured and weak, but from Zhang Xianzhong's back and clothing, he still recognized him as one of the members of the Hongyang Sword Formation who came to perform the mission with him this time, and his eyes flashed with a hint of brilliance, and he gasped: "It's great that you are still alive!"

Hearing the half-dead Zhang Song say this, Zhang Xianzhong had complicated emotions, softened slightly, squatted down and said: "Thank you for the young master's memory, the little one escaped by luck!"

As if pulling the wound on his stomach, Zhang Song snorted painfully, and then said impatiently: "Are you dead or alive, I am a fart!" But you are alive now, and you have found this, it means that the young master has a big life, hurry up and carry me back to Luanzhou City!"

Zhang Xianzhong's heart was cold, and he took a deep breath and said, "Young Master, what about Elder Lin?"

Under the presence of Hongyang Sect Zhang Guang, there were three elders, and Lin Hongmeng was ranked among them with his martial arts, intelligence, and original Hongyang Sword Formation, and he was the youngest one.

Listening to his questioning, Zhang Song's face was swollen and red, his expression became hideous, and he said angrily: "That damn mother-in-law, if you don't agree with me, she will abandon me here and leave alone! Made, she wishes I died sooner so that I could sit in my father's place! But she never imagined that your kid would find this, hehe, when Lao Tzu goes back, she will tell my mother to see if that mother-in-law dies!"

While listening to Zhang Song's words, Zhang Xianzhong was secretly thinking, his expression changing, showing his inner struggle.

After Zhang Song finished speaking, seeing that the kid in front of him was motionless and wandering out of the world, he was immediately furious, endured the pain and spat at Zhang Xianzhong's face, and scolded: "Boy, didn't you hear Lao Tzu's words?

Normally, in the Hongyang Sect, it is very normal for Zhang Song to speak to his subordinates like this, and no one will feel that there is anything wrong.

But at this moment, after the words reached Zhang Xianzhong's ears, his expression was solemn, there were no longer many changes, the thoughts in his heart were determined, and he no longer struggled. He still didn't carry Zhang Song, but stretched out his left hand, slowly wiped the saliva off his face with his sleeve, and then stared at Zhang Song and said coldly: "The young master's words, the villain heard it! It's just that the villain has a better idea, which can relieve the young master's pain as soon as possible!"

After Zhang Song finished scolding, he was weak for a while, and he didn't pay attention to Zhang Xianzhong's changes at all, and said impatiently: "What an idea, say it quickly!"

The corners of Zhang Xianzhong's mouth rose, and a terrifying smile appeared on his sallow face: "Send you back to the West, and you will be liberated immediately!"

The words fell, and after a while, Zhang Song woke up like a big dream, and his eyes widened suddenly, and what he saw at this moment was not only the vicious face of the yellow-faced young man in front of him, but also a knife held tightly in his right hand, the cold light was shining, and the steel knife for the Hongyang Knife Array was special!

Before he could exclaim, the light of the knife flashed in the room and was extinguished, replaced by the snort of blood splashing and the smell of blood.

Slowly fell softly on the wall, the little remaining strength disappeared in an instant, and the vitality also passed away quickly, Zhang Song's mouth was open, no one knew what he wanted to say before he died. But from his completely devoid and dead fish-like eyes, you can still clearly feel the fear and confusion, because he can't blink an eye.