"Haha, don't be angry, I'm just joking." Lu Yu said with a playful smile, "I really don't know this guy, but he is very good at martial arts and should be a professional killer. And, you also know, these days, people with cold
There don’t seem to be many people using weapons to kill people. In the early years, I heard from seniors in the martial arts world that there is an organization in the martial arts world called Han Ling. It is a killer group with a history of hundreds of years. I think you can make a fuss about it. "
"Han Ling?" When the other party heard these two words, a flash of surprise flashed across his face. It was only for a moment, but Lu Yu could see it clearly.
"Have you heard of it?" Lu Yu asked.
"No, no, who said that there might be such an organization?" He shook his head, as if he was doubtful.
"Yeah, I doubt it too." Lu Yu continued following his words, but kept muttering in his mind, "No, there must be something wrong here."
As the saying goes, explanation is a cover-up, and cover-up is a story. The less he dares to admit it, it proves that there is a secret behind it. Things are getting more and more interesting. People who seem to be white-skinned are also involved. In the few years since his absence,
What exactly happened.
No matter how many things there are, he should settle the matter in front of him first. After thinking about it, he stopped asking questions and casually picked up a conch and said leisurely: "Uncle, how did you find this guy?" Of course he was referring to.
King Yaksha.
"It was an old lady picking mushrooms who reported the case." the other party replied.
"Picking mushrooms" Lu Yu couldn't help but think of Xiaopang's affair, "Are there any witnesses?" [
"Yes." He replied without thinking.
"Who?" Lu Yu asked.
"This is confidential, and we are responsible for the witnesses." It was obvious that the other party did not want to disclose it.
"Oh." Lu Yu shrugged and stopped asking. Everyone had said so, so it was necessary to ask further. He thought for a while, since asking directly was not allowed, he could also lead him from the side, "I saw it.
This wound should have been made by some strange weapon."
"Tell me what kind of weapon it is." The other party became interested, and it was obvious that he had been hit by Lu Yu's full set.
Xiao Lu took out a piece of snail meat with a toothpick, and said leisurely with his eyelids drooping, "Four-sided, flat, no more than two feet long, it should be an iron tool."
"That's right! That's it." The policeman's eyes lit up, "How did you see it?"
"Haha, look at his wound. It's obvious that something rectangular was poked in. Look at the back of the head. If there's a strip two fingers wide. His skull is not broken, it means it wasn't caused by a long weapon." Lu Yu picked out the photo
Come on, talk incessantly, and when necessary, add a few jargons from the martial arts circle to fool the policeman opposite into a daze.
"Then, what do you think this weapon is?"
"I can't say for sure. It could be an iron ruler or a steel whip. If I say it's a magic pestle, it makes sense." Lu Yu touched his clean-shaven chin and continued, "Actually, there is another possibility."
"What?" The other party became more and more interested and almost came to Lu Yu's eyes.
"Iron fan."
"Yes! It's an iron fan!" The police uncle was so excited that he slapped the table, causing Lu Yu's chopsticks to fall to the ground. As soon as he leaned over to pick them up, he saw a small black box under the table. It was very small.
Eavesdropping device - what does this mean? Xiao Lu didn't get angry, but just watched what happened, took the chopsticks and threw them on the table, and continued chatting.
Maybe it was a psychological effect. No matter how Lu Yu looked at the person opposite, his expression was a bit unnatural, and his excitement seemed very artificial. He started to ask roundaboutly. "He's a martial arts practitioner, right?" [
"Um."
"Tell me, do you still have iron fans in your martial arts world?"
"have."
"Have you seen it?"
"I've seen it." Lu Yu naturally wanted to answer like this. If he said he hadn't seen it, wouldn't the big fish of the other party be decoupled? "But, there are very few people who use this thing. In the past, there were only a few people, and now there are even more people."
It’s hard to find. Hey? Why are you asking this? Could it be that the murderer used an iron fan to save him?”
"Um," the other party laughed a few times and admitted it.
Holy shit, is it really an iron fan!?
Lu Yu felt a chill running down his spine. Shang Kun's master Lu Tianshu was blinded by an iron fan! The great elder of Hanling, King Yaksha, was also stabbed to death by an iron fan! Is this a coincidence?
It doesn't look like it at all. Furthermore, think about the previous scene, why Yagyu quit the Jinding Society, and who asked him to send three magic weapons. There seems to be such a person in the dark, one who is secretly helping
he.
"The person I admire the most." Recalling Yagyu's evaluation of his employer, Lu Yu felt a little incredible. This Japanese once traversed China and defeated many senior martial arts masters. Just like what he said at the tripod meeting, those
Those who deceive the world and steal fame regard him as a god of plague and avoid him. In front of such a bastard who despises Chinese martial arts, who can make him respect him?
He also heard that Yagyu returned to Japan three years ago and stopped using knives. Even the family heirloom Mikazuki Munechika was passed on to Ye Qing. Behind this seemingly unreasonable behavior, there was more than just speculation - empty resentment.
It is said that the Great Elder Asura once personally mentioned that there was a battle in Hanling's Valley of Forgetfulness three years ago.
There were five people present.
Asura, Great Phoenix, and Emperor Shitian are all here.
What Yagyu faced was another one, his code name was Qinglong, a great master who retired early and left everyone helpless.
In this world, there are many masters, but there are only a few who can be called the best.
Look at me, Great China. For a hundred years, the only people in the martial arts world who deserve this title are "Sun Lutang, the tiger-headed young protector, Du Xinwu, the hero of the north and south, Dong Haichuan, the founder of Bagua, Yang Luchan, the Tai Chi master, Li Shuwen, the sharp spear, and Li Cunyi, the single sword."
Among the few killers who represent him and live in the darkness, he may be the only one who can be called the best. Even as awesome as Fujitora, he is far behind.
Who is Qinglong? Ten years ago, he was Han Ling's well-deserved number one master. Ten years later, he is a legend who can be regarded as a rule. Whether it is the Great Phoenix, Fujitora, or even the mysterious God of Wealth,
No one dared to boss him around.
You have to ask, why?
The reason is simple: strength.
But, why did he want to help me? Lu Yu really couldn't figure it out. In his nearly twenty years of life, Lu Yu and he had never interacted at all. It was still unclear what purpose he had after having never met. However,
Now it seems that this person is a friend rather than an enemy, and Lu Yu should really thank him.
"Boy, what's wrong with you?" Seeing Lu Yu's face looking uncertain, the police gave him a slap.
"Oh, it's nothing. I just remembered someone."
"Who is he?" the other party asked with great interest.