Yan Zhuo kept telling himself to calm down. The person behind this had gone to such great lengths to kill Yuan Ji, Peng Zhen, and Gu Zhiyuan successively, and created such a huge scandal. He must have some intention. The world is bustling with nothing more than nothing.
In terms of fame and fortune, whoever can gain the greatest benefit from the deaths of these three people is most likely to be the mastermind behind it.
So who can gain the greatest benefit from the death of the second-in-command of the three major factions?
First of all, there are the heads of various sects and the No. 3 powerful person. They may kill the No. 2 person either to consolidate their status or to gain power.
The abbot of the Shaolin Temple is Master Chengwu, a righteous monk of the Shaolin generation. From the perspective of the dispute between the orthodox and the secular, he does have the possibility to kill Yuanji, but the old man Chengwu has long handed over everything in the Shaolin Temple to Yuanji.
, obviously wants to train Yuanji as his successor. Killing Yuanji at this time is not to push Shaolin Temple back to the edge of turmoil. Master Chengwu should not be able to do this kind of thing. Is the No. 3 figure trying to seize power? Except Chengwu
, Yuanji, and Yan Zhuo didn’t know much about the other first eminent monks in Shaolin Temple, and they couldn’t find out at the moment.
I also thought about the Beggar Clan. The leader of the Beggar Clan is my eldest brother, and the martial arts of the several hall leaders under him are inferior to those of Peng Zhen. There seems to be no clues.
Thinking about the Baiyun Kingdom again, Luo Ao is a petty person. If he kills Gu Zhiyuan because of Gu Zhiyuan's fame, there is a 40-50 chance, and the Luo family under Gu Zhiyuan may not like him, so they may kill Gu Zhiyuan. But the Baiyun Kingdom
Far south of Jiangzuo, it would be too difficult to follow clues from them.
Yan Zhuo's nose was sweating. This seemed to be a dead end, and the only one who could solve it was Peng Youren, whose whereabouts were unknown. Thinking of this, he couldn't help but lower his head and sigh, looking at the people falling on the ground with his eyes.
On the cloth shoes of a Beggar Clan disciple.
Suddenly, he looked up at Wu Sansheng and asked: "Elder Wu, are there any footprints in Deputy Commander Peng's house? The humidity has been heavy at night these past few days, and the soil and rocks are soft. The killer and Peng Youren should have left traces.
Bar."
Wu Sansheng was stunned. He didn't expect that Yan Zhuo would think of this matter. He originally just wanted to test whether Yan Zhuo was involved in the Peng Zhen incident and did not want Yan Zhuo to participate. But thinking about the relationship between Yan Zhuo and the gang leader, he
Determined to tell Yan Zhuo: "Young Master Yan, this matter is a matter within the Beggar Clan. I didn't want to trouble Young Master, but I thought that Young Master was a righteous man and he and my gang leader were sworn brothers, so I asked Young Master to help me."
A helping hand from the beggars."
Yan Zhuo heard what Wu Sansheng said and guessed what the old boy was thinking. He didn't like such a thoughtful person, but thinking of Qiao Zhenyue, he still agreed: "Yan is willing to help."
Wu Sansheng nodded and said: "The Peng family does have some footprints, but the footprints of the killer and Deputy Peng stepped on each other, leaving only half of the killer's footprints clearly, and the others overlapped. In addition, in Peng Zhen's study
There is also a complete footprint in the courtyard outside."
"A complete footprint?" Yan Zhuo frowned, "What does this mean? How wide is Deputy Peng's courtyard?"
Wu Sansheng nodded and said: "Yes, there is only one complete footprint. The courtyard is three feet long and five feet wide. The footprints are horizontal, and there are no traces on the eaves and old trees. The assassin can cross five feet in one step, and his Qinggong is so high
It’s evident.”
Yan Zhuo looked at Wu Sansheng and asked, "How far can Elder Wu cover in one step?"
Wu Sansheng was stunned and replied: "More than two feet."
Yan Zhuo looked at Shen Tong again and asked, "How far can Elder Shen cover in one step?"
"Less than three feet." Shen Tong replied, "Young Master Yan asked what this meant. Our martial arts are slightly inferior to Brother Peng, so naturally we are even worse than that killer."
Yan Zhuo looked at Shen Tong, who indeed looked like a loyal elder. He couldn't help but feel a little closer to him, and said: "Elder Shen is too modest. Not to mention the two elders, Yan can't reach this level." The power of."
Shen Tong frowned and asked in surprise: "Is this person even more skilled in martial arts than Yan Shaoxia?"
Yan Zhuo looked at Shen Tong and smiled, then looked at Wu Sansheng, but saw that his expression was as usual, without the slightest hint of surprise. He guessed that he had known the reason for a long time: "It's possible, but I guess it may be because of the fallen leaves. footprint."
Shen Tong said in frustration: "Then... wouldn't this clue be useless?"
"It can't be said that it's useless. As long as there are footprints, there will be clues." Yan Zhuo looked at Wu Sansheng, "I guess Elder Wu has sent someone to search for relevant clues, right?"
Wu Sansheng had a look of astonishment on his face, and then he smiled awkwardly and said: "You can't hide it from Yan Shaoxia's eyes. There is indeed something strange about those two footprints. Although they are different in size, the patterns on the soles are the same. They are all painted with the image of a young unicorn."
"Youqi?"
"That's right, Youqi." Wu Sansheng nodded, "And there should be iron weights on the toes of their toes, and the footprints in the backyard were obviously deeper. So, I initially guessed that it was Jiangzuo's internal guards. Only they have boots of this type."
Yan Zhuo shook his head and said: "It's not the internal guards of Jiangzuo. They don't have boots like this. By the way, Guan Changyun died in the toilet just now. What did his boots look like?"
"We've checked, and his boots don't have the Youqi pattern." Wu Sansheng said.
Yan Zhuo nodded, and was really surprised. The disciple who reported just now was right in front of him, and he didn't say anything about Guan Changyun's boots. How did Wu Sansheng know about it? Is there some secret message between them? Thinking of this, he couldn't help but feel I am a little alienated from Wu Sansheng. He has more than a thousand ill intentions. It is really tiring to get along with this kind of person!
"Elder Wu and Elder Shen can only investigate along the clues of this young Qi, but Yan has something to say." Yan Zhuo looked serious, "Brother Qiao hasn't come back yet, the two elders still need to pay attention to those things. People with a heart.”
Just as Yan Zhuo said, the leader of the Beggar Clan, Qiao Zhenyue, has not returned yet. No one in the Beggar Clan is in charge of the overall situation, and people are in panic because of Deputy Chief Peng's affairs. It is a chaotic situation.
There are many gangsters who escaped from Jiangzuo in Omi City. They usually rob houses, sell private salt, and engage in murder and extortion. When they saw that the beggar gang was in chaos, and Jiangzuo spies instigated it, they colluded. A team of four to five hundred people was ready to wait for the opportunity to seize Omi City and then defect to Jiangzuo, wearing a different black gauze hat.
The leader of this group was named Qian Dayong, nicknamed "Jiaoshan Leopard". He wielded a nine-ring knife. Before arriving in Jiangzuo, he was the bandit leader on Mengshan Mountain in Jiangzuo.
Qian Dayong carried a nine-ring knife on his shoulder, stepped on a chair with one leg, pointed at a thin-faced man beside him with a drunken mouth and cursed: "Damn it, what is there to be afraid of? The deputy leader is even killed Come on, don't worry. Just today, as soon as it gets dark, I will lead people into the entrance of the Beggar Clan. If anyone dares to stop me, I will fucking chop him into eight halves! "
His brothers surrounded him, their faces were red with wine, and they laughed and said: "Brother is so damn right, they are just a bunch of beggars. Let's kill them and occupy Omi City. We will also open a sect.
The eldest brother is the leader of the entire Yuoshan Gang."
When everyone heard this, they drank another bowl and burst into laughter.
The thin-faced man looked at the group of drunken men in front of him and could only sneer and say: "Brother Qian is right, then let's take action tonight and kill the whole damn thing!"
"Yes! The sky is dark, the earth is dark, the blood is raining... why is the blood rain coming? Oh, the blood is raining and the wind is black!" Qian Dayong smashed the nine-ring sword on the ground, and the iron ring made a clanging sound, which was extremely domineering and majestic.
All the younger brothers shouted in unison: "Kill him in the dark sky, the bloody rain and the black wind!"
The thin-faced man had a dark look on his face, so he had to put on a smile, and presented him with a jar of good wine and two legs of lamb. After everyone got excited, he turned around and left, thinking: It's just a mob, but it can only create some chaos.
It's also good, the grass must play some role.
With this thought in mind, as he walked out of Qian Dayong's place of residence, the figure walked further and further away, leaving only a row of lonely footprints. On the footprints was a young unicorn with sharp teeth, sharp and flamboyant.
Sunset, still drunk.
Qian Dayong swung the Nine-Ring Sword on his shoulder, and the clattering sound was very pleasant. He liked hearing this sound, which is why he chose the Nine-Ring Sword as his weapon.
However, if someone asked him about the origin of the nine-ring sword, he would always pretend to be serious and say: "Did you hear the sound of this iron ring? These are the screams of the souls who died under my sword. This iron ring is ten lives.
Not only is this a sharp weapon, it’s also a sharp weapon stained with blood!”
He put the nine-ring knife on his shoulder, looked at his men who were sleeping soundly in front of him, and shouted: "Get up, it's getting dark, we have to work!"
The subordinates opened their sleepy eyes, looked at their eldest brother and said: "Boss, it's still early, let's sleep a little longer."
Qian Dayong smashed the nine-ring knife on the ground with another swing, and shouted: "If you don't have faith, you can't...what's the point? If you don't have faith, you can't do it. What we rely on here is credibility, and we say we are going to fight beggars tonight.
Fight tonight."
All his men were frightened by the sound of the Nine-Hand Sword, and hearing what their elder brother said, they could only get up and pick it up.
When Qian Dayong saw that all the brothers had already stood up, he poured another bowl of strong wine and said, "Come on, brothers, have another bowl of strong wine. After drinking it, we will do something big!"
The bowl of the sea covered his head, his Adam's apple surged, and after the wine entered his intestines, there was a crisp sound, and the bowl of the sea shattered to the ground.
Qian Dayong led a group of brothers to rush to the Beggar Gang Hall in Lianjiang City. Along the way, they waved flags and chanted various chaotic slogans.
"Kill!" "Do it!" "Fuck them, kill them." "Be loyal and courageous, and do justice for heaven!" "Get promoted and make a fortune, marry a widow!"
The beggar gang's spies listened to the confused slogans of this group of drunkards and had no idea what they were going to do. They had to report to the hall first that a group of drunkards were coming to the hall and they didn't know what they were going to do.
Shen Tong, Wu Sansheng, and Yan Zhuo were eating at the entrance of the hall. After hearing the report from their subordinates, they didn't think that they would dare to attack the entrance of the Beggar Clan. They just thought that they wanted to get close to each other and ask for help, so they sent a disciple of Qipao there.
Greet Qian Dayong and others.
The seven bags of bags had been ordered to stand at the door early, waiting for Qian Dayong and others. When Qian Dayong arrived and saw that the Beggars Gang had been prepared, he was not afraid and said directly: "I am Qian Dayong, from Mengshan, Jiangzuo.
, nicknamed Jumping Mountain Leopard, came to pay a visit to the Beggar Clan."
Seeing that Qian Dayong was so ignorant of etiquette, the Qipao disciples frowned, but thinking that he looked vulgar and was obviously a bandit, it was normal to not know etiquette, so he said: "Brother Qian, I have admired him for a long time, but I don't know that Brother Qian What's the point of going to the Beggar Clan?"
"Gui Gan?" Qian Dayong frowned, "What is Gui Gan? I won't do the expensive ones. If I don't have the money, I will only do the cheap ones. Bah, bah, bah, stop talking nonsense. I'm here to attack Omi City. If you know what's going on, I'll do it." Get away from me, otherwise my nine-ring knife will not be vegetarian!"
The Qipao disciple was stunned when he heard what Qian Dayong said, and said in a daze: "What did you say?"
Qian Dayong spat with a "poof" sound: "Damn it, I hate nonsense the most. Just tell me about my sword." After that, he waved his sword and rushed towards the hall with all his brothers. .
The seven-bag disciples and the gate-keeper disciple obviously did not expect such a change. In a moment of confusion, Qian Dayong jumped forward and killed the gate-keeper disciple on the spot under the knife.
The Qibao disciples were not weak in martial arts, they were fighting and retreating, calling for help inside the hall.
"Come quickly, there's a bad guy!"
Yan Zhuo, Shen Tong, and Wu Sansheng soon heard the shouts and ran towards them. They saw swords flashing all over the hall, and the Beggar Gang disciples and Qian Dayong's brothers in the hall were fighting together.
Qian Dayong's brothers are all mountain bandits. Although their martial arts are low, they are large in number. However, there are only more than fifty disciples in the Beggar Clan. They are not afraid of one-on-one, but when the number of people is large, they can't resist it, and there are many casualties.
Seeing this, Shen Tong and Wu Sansheng took action one after another. Shen Tong used his lotus palm, which was like a blooming lotus. It was erratic and very agile. He knocked down three or four bandits with one move. Wu Sansheng's move was even more ruthless. , as soon as the mourning stick came out, the wind caused by the stick was like weeping and complaining, five people were killed in a few rounds, and the mourning became a mourning report.
Although Shen and Wu were strong in martial arts, they could not withstand the large number of rogues. Once they were surrounded, it would be quite difficult to fight off.
Yan Zhuo looked at Shen and Wu, who couldn't control the situation. He swept his eyes across the crowd and saw Qian Dayong wielding the nine-ring sword majestically. Yan Zhuo stepped forward, jumped over the crowd, and landed on In front of Qian Dayong.
When Qian Dayong saw the person in front of him, he kicked the blade with his toes, which was a habit.
Yan Zhuo leaned back slightly to avoid the sword. He raised his wrist and swept his palm across Qian Dayong's ribs. He did not use all his strength in this palm, he just wanted to test Qian Dayong's skill to see if he could match the black sword. Does it matter whether the customer is there?
Although he did not use all his strength in this palm, Qian Dayong immediately fell to the ground with an "ouch" after receiving this palm, and the nine-ring knife in his hand also fell to the ground with a clatter.
Yan Zhuo frowned, obviously not expecting that this person had no foundation in internal energy, and asked: "You don't know how to do internal energy?"
Qian Dayong was still unfazed and cursed: "Damn it, what kind of internal and external skills? There are more than ninety dead souls under my nine-ring sword, and no attack can be used!"
