In the dark room, Zhou Jianlai, who was practicing cross-legged, suddenly opened his eyes.
A sudden sense of danger made his heart palpitate.
His eyes fell on the closed window, and the moonlight outside the window reflected a figure on the window sash.
Zhou Jianlai's hand grasped the hilt of the sword.
On the floor next to him, Qiu Guangzhi was still immersed in his practice, unaware of the coming danger.
The person outside the window hid his aura very well. If Zhou Jianlai hadn't been a highly skilled person and had a keen sense of danger, he wouldn't have been able to spot him.
Whoosh whoosh!
An imperceptible sound broke through the air.
Thin embroidery needles penetrated the window paper and shot into the room.
The embroidery needles were as dense as rain, one wave hitting Zhou Jianlai and the other hitting Qiu Guangzhi.
Zheng!
A flash of cold light flashed across the darkness, Zhou Jianlai unsheathed his sword, bounced up on the spot, and took a step to the right.
Ding ding ding——!
The long sword danced, but the water couldn't splash in, and the dense rain of embroidery needles was blocked.
Qiu Guangzhi suddenly woke up and saw Zhou Jianlai standing in front of him, waving his sword to block the hidden weapon coming from the window.
He was frightened in his heart, he drew his sword out of its sheath with a clang, and shouted angrily: "Who?!"
The people outside the window seemed to be frightened and suddenly stopped.
Zhou Jianlai's eyes suddenly turned cold, and he slapped the long sword in his hand fiercely.
Ding ding ding——!
A dozen fine embroidery needles were shot back by his sword.
"Well!"
The person outside the window groaned, and then his figure flashed and disappeared into the night.
"Stop chasing him, he has already run away."
Zhou Jianlai put his sword into its sheath and stopped Qiu Guangzhi who wanted to chase him out.
"Someone wants to kill us!" Qiu Guangzhi was nervous and screamed.
He lit the oil lamp and found a layer of embroidery needles scattered on the ground in front of Zhou Jianlai. He couldn't count how many embroidery needles there were. He couldn't help but gasped, knowing that if Zhou Jianlai hadn't protected him, he would have been shot into a hedgehog.
"Who wants to kill us?!" he asked angrily.
"I don't know." Zhou Jianlai shook his head and walked back to his bunk, "But he probably won't come again tonight."
"..." Qiu Guangzhi saw that Zhou Jianlai was calm as if nothing had happened. He couldn't help but smile bitterly in astonishment and asked: "Do you want to report it to the people of Wentian Sect?"
"At midnight, everyone is asleep. Let's talk about it tomorrow."
"All right."
When Qiu Guangzhi saw that Zhou Jianlai had crossed his legs and closed his eyes, he said nothing and walked back to his bunk to sit down.
He also wanted to be as calm as Zhou Jianlai, pretending that nothing had happened, but when he thought about being almost killed just now, his heartbeat accelerated uncontrollably and his nerves became tense involuntarily.
"This person must have experienced a huge scene like a mountain of swords and a sea of fire, otherwise he would not be so calm and calm."
"His fighting power is really terrifying!"
"I pray for the blessings of the gods and Buddhas in the sky and don't let me meet him in the ring!"
Qiu Guangzhi secretly glanced at Zhou Jianlai, shocked and praying at the same time.
In the morning, the Wentian Sect servant who came to deliver meals was startled when he saw embroidery needles all over the room.
After listening to Qiu Guangzhi's embellished story, he was even more shocked and immediately went to report it to the management staff of Wentian Sect.
After Wentianzong learned about the situation, he took it very seriously. However, after a round of inquiries and inquiries, he could not find the attacker, so he had to give up in the end.
The assassination made all the contestants nervous.
They realize that they must not only be careful of their opponents in the ring, but also beware of the villain's despicable methods off the ring.
In their opinion, the assassin must be one of them, and most likely he was targeting Zhou Jianlai, because Zhou Jianlai was the most powerful competitor in this competition to recruit a bride.
So No. 488 Jingxia Xiuyuan became the biggest suspect, because Zhou Jianlai was his opponent today. If he could kill Zhou Jianlai, he could advance to the next round.
But without evidence, people can only doubt.
"I was not the one who attacked you last night."
On the ring, Jingxia Xiuyuan looked at Zhou Jianlai and defended himself.
"It's indeed not you." Zhou Jianlai nodded.
"Thank you!"
Jingxia Xiuyuan saluted Zhou Jianlai, then glanced at the contestants watching under the ring, and puffed up his chest to fight back their doubts.
Some people who suspected that Jingxia Xiuyuan was the murderer turned their eyes to the side with guilt and did not dare to look at Jingxia Xiuyuan.
Zhou Jianlai suddenly pointed his sword towards the ring and shouted: "You were the one who attacked me last night!"
Everyone was shocked when they heard this, and immediately looked in the direction pointed by Zhou Jianlai, and their eyes fell on an old man with half-white hair.
"He is Jingxia Xiuyuan's uncle!"
"Sure enough, I was right."
"Jingxia Xiuyuan, what else do you have to say?!"
The audience in the audience recognized the identity of the old man. The person who had just been forced by Jingxia Xiuyuan not to look directly at him now straightened his back again.
"Young man, you can eat more, but don't talk nonsense. You said that I was the one who attacked you last night. Can you provide evidence?
If there is no evidence, it is slander. To slander others casually is to be immoral.
The Wentian Sect will never accept a disciple with questionable moral character in the world."
Inosha Xiuyuan's uncle, Inosha Watanabe, was calm and unfazed. He looked at Zhou Jianlai on the ring and in a few words, he blamed Zhou Jianlai for damaging his moral character.
"Yelukuan, you said he was the one who attacked you last night. Do you have any evidence?"
Liu Feihua, who was watching the battle in front of the main hall, led a group of disciples over and asked Zhou Jianlai.
Zhou Jianlai saluted Liu Feihua and said, "Last night, the man attacked me and Qiu Guangzhi with a flying needle. When I was resisting the flying needle, my last sword shot the flying needle back, hurting the man's heart.
, although one night has passed, the man’s injury should not have healed yet, so..."
He turned his gaze to Ishita Watanabe and said, "You just need to take off your shirt and check."
"Yelukuan, you have gone too far!" Jingxia Xiuyuan shouted angrily at Zhang Xiaopou, "My uncle has lived an upright life, how can I allow you to slander him casually?"
"It's okay!" Jingxia Watanabe waved his hands, as if he was upright and not afraid of the shadow. He bowed and saluted Liu Feihua, who was approaching. Then he looked at Zhou Jianlai and said, "It's not impossible to ask me to take off my clothes for inspection, but if
What should I do if I am not the murderer?
I have lived for such a long time and have never done anything shameful. I can't be wronged and slandered by you, right?
I sincerely ask the sect leader to make the decision for me."
Liu Feihua stood still in front of Jingxia Watanabe, nodded to him, then looked at Zhou Jianlai and said, "Yelukuan, are you sure he was the perpetrator last night? If not, what should we do?"
"If not, just let it be dealt with." Zhou Jianlai looked determined, seeming to have determined that Ishita Watanabe was the murderer.
"If not, please sect master, please disqualify him from the martial arts competition. People who lack moral character are not worthy of becoming disciples of the Wentian Sect." Ishita Watanabe said to Liu Feihua.
Liu Feihua frowned when she heard this.
He has already seen Zhou Jianlai's excellence, and has even decided to cultivate Zhou Jianlai to the end, making him a benchmark for Wentian Sect to open its doors to accept disciples, and let the newcomers know that as long as the qualifications are outstanding, Wentian Sect will spare no effort to cultivate him.
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So if Zhou Jianlai was disqualified because of this trivial matter, he would not want to see it.
But when many contestants heard Inoshita Watanabe's request, they suddenly became interested.
Just now, they were ashamed of Inakata Watanabe, thinking that he must be the perpetrator, but at this moment, they all hoped that Inakata Watanabe was not the perpetrator.
In this case, Zhou Jianlai can be eliminated.
"Brother Yelu, he must be the murderer, there is no need to be afraid of him."
"Yes, this is his tactic of advancing before retreating. Don't be fooled by him."
"Brother Yelu, we believe in you!"
Each of these people had their own selfish motives. On the surface, they were supporting Zhou Jianlai, but in reality they were encouraging Zhou Jianlai to gamble with Ishita Watanabe.
If Ishita Watanabe was not the murderer, they would be happy.
If not, they have nothing to lose.
"Brother Yelu, don't be impulsive, you can't gamble with your great future!" Qiu Guangzhi shouted loudly under the ring, worried about Zhou Jianlai.
