The years are long, time flies, the round sun rotates without stopping, and the sound is crisp and loud, life has the cycle of life and death, the aftersound of coming and going, and waiting. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info Waiting days, living like years, Jia Mengle was in the house all day long, thinking about it, thinking about dozens of possibilities before and after things, thinking of dozens of solutions, and going to the scene no less than 100 times, but nothing came of it, because only when things developed, did we know the outcome of things.

Frightened, tired, floating, book, wind, fire and Zhujiabao, Zhenyuan Dart Bureau have all arrived on Gecheng Mountain, only Juemen has never arrived, but this is lively enough, this is how vast, how lively, they are menacing, it is necessary to ask why they come, Fan Jiong is polite to each other, not bad at all.

"Master Fan, what's going on?" It was the current martial arts alliance leader Yu Wenwen who spoke.

Fan Jiong is a good elementary school student, and 1510 will tell how the body was found in the back mountain one by one.

"Okay, let's go take a look!" Yu Wenwen was still wise, although he had displeasure on his face, he still quietly followed behind the head of Fan Jiong, Zhu Xiaotian, Nangong Jun, the head of Feng Buping, the castle master, and the dart head all followed.

They quickly came to the back mountain, and the head of Fan Jiong ordered all the disciples to open the face paper of the ten corpses one by one, and each head of the sect identified their chief disciples one by one!

"Sail ......"

"Yang Xiong......"

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A cry crossed the sky, a name through the sky, it was a heart-rending wail, it was a heart-rending cry, it was a cry of tears, the cry of the virtuous went to the west, and the liver and intestines were wet with tears. Suddenly, yesterday's strong wind rose, blowing away the separation of master and apprentice......

"Fan Jiong, tell me, what's going on with you?" Feng Buping looked at the corpse of his apprentice and scolded in a voice.

Fan Jiong's worries are not superfluous, the corpse appeared on Gecheng Mountain, and naturally the first suspect was Fan Jiong. But how can this explain Fan Jiong's master?"Feng Zhangmen, how do I know what's going on, if I know, I'll tell you directly." Fan Jiong said helplessly.

"The corpse is behind the mountain of Youmen. How could you not know what's going on? Say, why did you capture the chief disciples of various sects in this isolated Gecheng Mountain for more than a year?"

Just as Fan Jiong himself thought, he is at this moment. There was no room to speak, "I didn't arrest these people, I didn't kill these people, and I don't know how they came to Gecheng Mountain." "The head of Fan Jiong has nothing but one who doesn't know.

"Hmph, you're just a person who doesn't know what's going on? Ten lives, you don't know anything?" Nangong Jun couldn't suppress the forgiveness in his heart, and began to reprimand Fan Jiong.

"I said Nangong Darthead, in your opinion, these ten people were killed by Fan Jiong?" Jia Mengle held a folding fan in his hand. Laughed and walked out of the crowd.

"Yes, I think it's Fan Jiong's doing!" Nangong Jun said sharply.

"Then I'm going to ask Nangong Darthead, it's okay for him to kill your disciples, why did he kill his own disciples here?" Jia Mengle asked fearlessly.

Nangong Jun looked at Jia Mengle, and said with a smile, "Who am I, it turns out to be Jia Shaoxia, the beloved apprentice of the lord of Zhujiabao and Zhubao!"

Nangong Jun had something to say, obviously because he didn't want Jia Mengle to speak, and at the same time, he also wanted Zhu Xiaotian to come out and clean up this troubled boy.

"Where do I have such an apprentice! I have already made a heroic post and made it public. This kid surnamed Jia has nothing to do with me anymore. When Zhu Xiaotian heard this, he was so angry that he almost didn't stand up and slap Jia Mengle a few times.

"Great, since you are not a disciple of your brother Zhu, then I have to ask. How could Jia Shaoxia be on this Gecheng Mountain?" Nangong Jun immediately turned his conversation to Jia Mengle at this time.

"Nangong darthead, in the next is not talented, there is no door and no faction, of course, there is no restraint, I have heard the beautiful scenery of western Sichuan, I have come to appreciate it since now. How could the head of Fan be hospitable, and he didn't leave me to play in this Gecheng Mountain, so I was here. Jia Mengle said without showing weakness.

"I see, this is a coincidence, you don't come to western Sichuan, you are safe, as soon as you come, the chief disciples of the various sects will die, is this even more coincidental than what is written in the book?"

"Oh, probably because I'm too unlucky, wherever I go, I'm unlucky. Jia Mengle said with a smile tepid.

"You ......" Feng Buping still wanted to say something to Jia Mengle, but was waved by Yu Wenwen, "Okay, Jia Gongzi, now the various sects still have something to do, please take care of yourself." He didn't want to get entangled with Jia Mengle, because he knew that once Jia Mengle was involved, it would be difficult to go smoothly.

"Master Fan, tell me, what the hell is going on, why are the corpses of the chief disciples on your Gecheng Mountain, you also know that it is not trivial to go up to this Gecheng Mountain, not to mention that transporting these ten corpses, even if you go up empty-handed, it will take nine years of two tigers to come up, not to mention that you still have a lot of guards. Yu Wenwen's analysis clearly pointed to Fan Jiong's head.

Jia Mengle glanced at Fan Jiong, and saw that his vicissitudes of life were full of grievances, and he already knew that this catastrophe was inevitable. "I don't know how this corpse got up to Gecheng Mountain, but I want to ask the Yuwen Alliance Master, why did you kill them, and what was my purpose in killing them?"

"Hmph, who doesn't know that you Fan Jiong's head loves swordsmanship, and the sword is famous in the rivers and lakes, and you have always wanted to learn martial arts in the world, so you kidnapped the chief disciples of each sect and tried every means to learn the swordsmanship of each sect!" Feng Buping saw that Yu Shuwen was asking, and he followed with courage.

Fan Jiong stood up calmly, he looked at Jia Mengle, whether he had made up his mind, and said to Feng Buping with a smile, "Feng Zhangmen, you are also the head of the tired generation, you also know that the time and energy spent on cultivating a disciple is extraordinary, even if I love the world's swordsmanship, but for the sake of swordsmanship, it is impossible for me to send the disciples I have worked so hard to cultivate to the West Heaven!"

Feng Buping saw that he couldn't get a bargain, so he could only mumble in a low voice, "Who knows if you want to stamp the seal?" Although his words were small, everyone listened to them very sincerely, and it seemed that everyone didn't believe Fan Jiong's words.

Fan Jiong faced such an embarrassing situation, and in the face of everyone not believing his words, the fire in his heart was already rising, "What's the matter?

Fan Jiong's words have already made it clear, he has nothing to say, no matter how many reasons there are, where can Feng Buping see such a beautiful moment, he has the master of the martial arts alliance as the master, at that time his waist stiffened, straightened his waist, and said confidently, "Look, the fox's tail is leaking out! ”

The two of them had a nail and an eye, and the two pairs of eyes were as wide as the eyes of a bull, red and red, and a vicious fight was ready to be made.

Seeing this scene, Jia Mengle hurriedly stepped forward, arched his hands, and said with a smile, "Okay, okay, everyone, please don't be impatient, everyone thinks that the chief disciples of each sect are the victims of Master Fan, but there is one person who can prove that this is not the case." ”

Jia Mengle's words caused a lot of commotion, who can prove that this matter has nothing to do with Fan Jiong, he will definitely be able to know the truth, everyone is looking forward to it, let this inconspicuous, doorless and unfactional person say that it is a new year and a second month.

"Who is it?"

"Who is this person?"

...... After listening to Jia Mengle's words, everyone wished to know the result immediately.

"This person is none other than these ten corpses lying down, and although the people are dead, the corpses are still there, and on these ten corpses there must be some things that happened in their lives. According to the theory of traditional Chinese medicine, people must be left behind when they die, and they will speak in an orderly manner.

"You mean the autopsy?" Feng Buping said in surprise, the autopsy is not an ordinary thing, generally the deceased is the greatest, and it will be in the ground, and the corpse of the deceased can only be in awe, and it is impossible to toss and turn it over and over again, which is not only disrespectful to the dead, but also an insult to the living. However, through the autopsy, it is possible to know when the deceased died and what cause of death, which is undoubtedly the best way to find out the cause of death.

Jia Mengle knew the crux of the problem, and couldn't help but say, "People can't testify when they're dead, and people who are alive also have times when they panic, but people who are dead not only can't lie, but they can also restore the truth of the facts." Of course, I believe that you don't want to use your own disciples to perform autopsies, but if you want to know the truth of the matter, you must make this sacrifice.

Jia Mengle's words made everyone present speechless, everyone wanted to get the truth of the matter, but no one wanted to use their own disciples for an autopsy. The air froze, and only the sound of each other's heartbeats and breathing could be heard.

Silence shrouded the entire Gecheng Mountain, "One side said that he wanted his subordinates to frame others, and the other side said no, there is no proof of death, it is impossible for everyone to go to Huangquan with these ten benevolent brothers, and ask the know-it-all Hades!" Jia Mengle took advantage of the victory to pursue and said sharply.

Jia Mengle's words were as thin as a needle, but they contained a hard truth, so that everyone had to give in, "Let's use my uncompetitive apprentice!"

"Okay!" Jia Mengle put away the folding fan, there was no ghost in his heart, how could he be afraid that the ghost would push the door in the middle of the night? Jia Mengle saw that things had taken a turn for the better, and he went forward, and continued, "In this case, there is a master of rejuvenation among us, and then there is the head of Lao Feng!"

Tired door seal is known as the holy hand of medicine in the world, but I don't know what the results of the autopsy are, if you want to know what will happen next, please see the next decomposition! )