Chapter 29: Mr. Spiegel

Mr. Spiegel claims to be ninety years old, light as a swallow, and has a wide range of wisdom, and there are few people in the world who can compare with him throughout the ages. No one knows whether Mr. Spiegel is 90 years old, because Mr. Spiegel is a name that has only been known in the last five or six years, and before these five or six years, there was no one named Spiegel, let alone Mr. Spiegel.

Mr. Spiegel looks like he is no more than sixty years old, he usually likes to play in the mountains and rivers, and he also likes to watch the excitement, this time he also followed a group of martial arts people to Shaolin in the lively things of Shaolin Temple, fortunately Qiao Feng knew this Mr. Spiegel.

Although this Mr. Spiegel likes to exaggerate, his attainments in light skills and hidden weapons are indeed extraordinary, no, it should be said that he is a great expert. There are no hidden weapon techniques within 300 years of history that can be hidden from this Mr. Spiegel.

Therefore, the beggar helped the disciples drag the two coffins to the courtyard where Mr. Spiegel lived, and when Wang Shanshui and Liu Dali dragged the coffins to the inn where Mr. Spiegel lived, Mr. Spiegel was basking in the sun at the door.

Wang Shanshui and Liu Dali asked him about Mr. Spiegel, but Mr. Spiegel didn't answer, and it was also thanks to Wang Shanshui and Liu Dali's good temper, and Mr. Spiegel's dress was magnificent, so there was no conflict, and finally the two asked the others to get the room where Mr. Spiegel lived, and found that there was no one in the room, and when they were about to return disappointed, they heard someone say to them: "Isn't the Mr. Spiegel you are looking for just basking in the sun at the door?"

There was only one person basking in the sun at the door, the well-dressed and silent old man, the same person they had asked where Mr. Spiegel was in the first place.

Wang Shanshui and Liu Dali looked at each other, not knowing how to deal with this Mr. Spiegel, whose temper should have always been extremely eccentric, and they were embarrassed. But at this time, Mr. Spiegel, who was basking in the sun, stood up from his chair, moved his muscles lightly, and said, "Are you a disciple of the Beggar Gang?" Mr. Spiegel

The voice has always been majestic.

Wang Shanshui and Liu Dali came with a request for help, nodded hurriedly, and were just about to introduce the situation, but Mr. Spiegel kicked the two of them fiercely, so that the two didn't even have a chance to speak, and continued to ask: "Is there someone in the coffin, living or dead?"

"There were people in the coffin, and two of them, both dead. ”

"Why did you bring the dead to me?"

"Because these two people died in some very strange secret weapon technique, and we heard the gang leader explain that Mr. Mirror knows everything about the secret weapons in the world, and there is no such secret weapon in the world that can hide from Mr. Spiegel's eyes, so we took them to Mr. Spiegel, hoping that Mr. Spiegel can help us. As Wang Shanshui said this, Mr. Spiegel couldn't help but laugh smugly, and anyone could tell that Mr. Spiegel was very satisfied with their praise.

"Very good, although your master's martial arts are average, his eyesight is still passable, since this is the case, then you can drag the coffin while I come. With that, Mr. Spiegel strode towards the outside of the inn.

Liu Dali was puzzled: "Why are you dragging the coffin." ”

Mr. Spiegel stopped and turned back and sneered, "Do you want me to check on you?"

Liu Dali shook his head again and again, explaining, "Why don't we just check here?" When he said this, he found that a pair of eyes full of contempt and murderous intent swept towards him, and Wang Shanshui on one side no longer spoke, and honestly dragged the cart to follow Mr. Spiegel.

This is a sentence that should not be said, this is an inn, and the inn is a place for people, but a place for living people. The living never like to live with the dead, so no inn likes to be frequented by the dead.

"This Mr. Spiegel has an eccentric personality and is arrogant, but he is very knowledgeable about the world. Wang Shanshui and Liu Dali secretly commented.

Mr. Spiegel, who has a strange personality, has been with the corpse for two days, and after two days of going to sleep, Mr. Spiegel dissects the corpse and studies the corpse, so much so that Mr. Spiegel even missed the March 18 competition.

Obviously, in the opinion of this Mr. Spiegel, it is obviously much more interesting to study hidden weapons and corpses than to watch martial arts, and although he likes to be lively, corpses are obviously more wonderful than lively.

On the evening of March 18, the sun had not yet set.

Qiao Feng defeated Mo Dump Chi, and wrote another glorious page in the glorious history of the Beggar Gang, which should have been something worth celebrating, but the Beggar Gang did not celebrate, at least no Beggar Gang disciples publicly celebrated.

Bai Shijing slept for two hours in a daze, and finally woke up by the flashing white light in his dream. Qiao Feng was drinking at the door, and when he saw Bai Shijing sitting up straight on the chuang with a cold sweat on his head, he couldn't help but shake his head, walked up to Bai Shijing and comforted: "The incident of that day may have been just an accident, and I have already sent a disciple to see Mr. Mingjing, but no one can hide any secret weapons from him." ”

Bai Shijing smiled, and anyone could see that his smile was reluctant, and he asked, "Now that the matter has come to a conclusion." ”

Qiao Feng shook his head: "The body has been sent over for two days, but Mr. Spiegel has not reported the news, obviously Mr. Spiegel should have a sign, but he still needs to be carefully verified before he can come up with an answer." ”

Bai Shijing let out a long breath, his expression was much more relaxed, and he sighed: "I believe that Mr. Mingjing's understanding of the secret weapon technique should give us an accurate answer, but I hope this answer will not exceed our expectations." ”

Qiao Feng raised his head and took a sip of wine, but he had the same thoughts in his heart as Bai Shijing, and he hoped that the answer given by Mr. Ming Spiegel was not beyond the scope of his heart.

When it was almost night, Wang Shanshui and Liu Dali came back with thick dark circles on their faces and a tired face, and at the same time brought the answers that Mr. Spiegel had studied.

It's not a hidden weapon, it's a kind of exercise, the deceased has no scars on the surface, but the chest to the throat of the body has been destroyed by the true qi, but this person's skill is profound, so it is difficult to see in a short time. - Mr. Spiegel

"As far as I know, you can kill two killers with lightning speed at a distance of a few zhang, and there are only a few martial arts such as the Six Veins Divine Sword. Bai Shijing breathed a sigh of relief, after all, it was man-made, not ghostly: "Helper, so your righteous brother will be very suspicious." ”

Qiao Feng nodded and said, "The righteous brother knows the six-vein divine sword, so it is naturally suspicious, but there is another person that I am also very suspicious of. ”

Bai Shijing said: "Who is this person?"

Qiao Feng said: "Ink pouring pool." ”

"Mo Dump Chi, I don't know why the gang leader suspects this person, what is the evidence?" Bai Shijing asked with some surprise.

Qiao Feng said: "Most of the martial arts people gathered in Shaolin today have been summoned by him, and looking at the beginning and end of this martial arts duel, the only one who can benefit the most is Mo Dump Chi. Mo Dump Chi is better than Gu Mozhi, and he can become famous in the rivers and lakes with his martial arts. ”

Hearing this, Bai Shijing suddenly laughed and laughed.

Qiao Feng frowned and said, "Why is Big Brother Bai laughing." ”

Bai Shijing said: "Because the helper forgot that one person is also the beneficiary of this incident. ”

"Who?"

"That's you. Bai Shijing's eyes suddenly became very cold and cold, and he slowly spoke: "Abbot Xuanci was defeated by the hands of Gu Mozhi, and Gu Mozhi was defeated by the Mo Dump Pool, but you defeated the Ink Dump Pool, so it is equivalent to our beggar gang defeating Shaolin." ”

Qiao Feng broke out in a cold sweat on his body, and said to himself: "Is this really not related to the Ink Pool? Or is the purpose of this matter to create a gap between the beggars and Shaolin? If so, what is the purpose of the Ink Pool?"

Whether it was Bai Shijing or Qiao Feng, their thoughts were like a mess that was difficult to clarify. Qiao Feng is the kind of person who doesn't hit the south wall and doesn't look back, he is determined to investigate this matter clearly and see if this person is a treacherous person.

Qiao Feng has already planned to meet with Mo Dump Chi tomorrow, no matter what, he has the responsibility and obligation to figure out this matter, no matter what, he can't let the beggars and Shaolin become tools for others to seize power and interests. However, the next day came the news that Mr. Spiegel had died.

Mr. Spiegel was dead, in the room where he studied the bodies of Ma Zhong and Wang Han, when Sima Lin, a master of the Qingcheng faction, and Hai Fengzi, a Penglai faction, were drinking with Mr. Spiegel, and they saw Mr. Spiegel die in front of them.

Hearing the news, Qiao Feng had to change his plan, and Wang Shanshui and Liu Dali took him to the place where Mr. Spiegel was killed.

However, when Qiao Feng arrived there, he didn't see Mr. Spiegel, only Sima Lin and Hai Fengzi, who had passed out on the ground.

Mr. Spiegel was gone, leaving only a trail of blood in the room.