Jiaohua

Xia Zhaoyi returned to Hejing on the third day when the time was announced.

Old Sect Master Gu and Mu Tingyu left a message for Jinxing Restaurant, and as soon as she arrived, they would send someone to find them.

So it didn't take long for the new master and apprentice to arrive in a carriage.

The two went up the stairs one after the other, the door of the girl's bedroom and the door of the study beside her were wide open.

Old Sect Master Gu looked around outside the study: "Nephew?"

"Huh?" Xia Zhaoyi's voice sounded from the bedroom.

Old Sovereign Master Gu poked his head in her bedroom again: "Nephew?"

Xia Zhaoyi smiled and turned his head: "Sect Master Gu, come in."

Old Sect Master Gu and Mu Tingyu went in and saw that she was packing her things, and there was a bundle open on the round table.

"Eh? Nephew, you've just arrived, and you're about to leave?"

"Well," Xia Zhaoyi said while tidying up, "I'm going to Hengxiang."

"Hey, you've been running around all day, give yourself a free time and have a good rest."

"Time is running out, and the theory of going to the world should come to an end, and we can't drown it for a long time."

Saying that, Xia Zhaoyi looked at Mu Tingyu, waiting for him to speak.

Mu Tingyu gave her a handsome smile: "Miss Ali wants to ask about the results of the interrogation?"

"Is there a result?"

"Then, give me a stool to sit on."

Xia Zhaoyi also smiled at him, beautiful and elegant, smiling without saying a word.

Mu Tingyu took a deep breath, went to move a stool next to her, and muttered: "Really, I don't give you any preferential treatment for doing things for you."

He went back with the stool, and as soon as he put it down, Old Sect Master Gu smiled, "Oh, good apprentice!"

He pulled the stool away and sat down.

Mu Tingyu sighed, and went to serve again.

Sitting side by side on the stool, the master and the apprentice looked a little cute, like a child who just started to learn to read in the school.

Mu Tingyu coughed softly, and said, "Well, about the Qiao family, this son has asked Mr. Yang."

"Yang Guanxian?"

"Ah."

"Speak slowly." Xia Zhaoyi said, continuing to pack things.

Mu Tingyu said: "The fake Feng Wensheng is named Liu Zi, and now he has six fingers left. I chopped off four for him."

The movement of Xia Zhaoyi's hands paused, and he looked at him: "And then."

"He is the apprentice of Feng Wensheng's apprentice, named Master Feng Wensheng. His master died tragically last year, and was killed by a man named Fang Chunsang."

"When he talked about Feng Wensheng, he was a suave person when he was young. It was because his younger sister married the wrong husband and came to ask her orphans when she was dying. Feng Wensheng faked her death to avoid the world."

"This younger sister is also pitiful. Her husband-in-law claimed to be Ma, and he didn't mention the slightest grievances from the Qiao family. After many years, he was hunted down and killed to find out the whole story."

"Feng Wensheng didn't know that Qiao's surname had such a big background at that time, but the power behind chasing and killing the Qiao clan is really unpredictable, so he chose this trick to escape."

"As for his arms, they were cut with poisonous needles when he led someone to dig up Han Ruiqian's tomb."

"That Han Ruiqian is the King Nanrui who has a deep relationship with my master, the one who killed countless Taoist alchemists and astrologers."

"The reason why they wanted to dig his tomb was because they wanted to find several treasures. Apart from Fu Guangqing's booklet, there were three more, but Liu Zi didn't know which three. Feng Wensheng didn't say, Han Ruiqian's They were not found in the tomb."

"The reason why Feng Wensheng wanted to find these treasures came from the fact that he took the initiative to set up a trap 15 years ago, using Qiao's family as bait, and hooked a big fish. This big fish is the second child of the Jin family. It's called Jin Er. And the details of this Jin family, the six sons don't know. These treasures were all obtained by Feng Wensheng's torture, and the six sons don't know what they are for. "

Xia Zhaoyi said lightly: "Jin Er died at the hands of Feng Wensheng."

"Huh?" Old Sovereign Gu was curious, "Nephew, do you know this Jin Er?"

Xia Zhaoyi nodded: "Shen Lie and I captured a group of Jin family children in the mountains northwest of Hengxiang. When we interrogated them, we also severed their fingers."

Mu Tingyu couldn't help but said: "This method is so good, isn't it!"

Xia Zhaoyi twitched the corners of his lips, and said with a smirk: "Perhaps so. After we questioned them, we learned that there were altogether eighteen brothers in their generation. The eldest brother accidentally fell to his death while carving a stone statue on the mountain. They were all killed by Qiao's family."

Mu Tingyu said: "Then, where is the fourth child at No.18?"

Xia Zhaoyi looked at him coldly.

"...Okay, you're not that free, needless to say, I'll continue."

As he spoke, Mu Tingyu paused, recalling what he just said.

"It seems that there is nothing more to say. Feng Wensheng has been wanting to find those treasures all these years, but he has not been able to do so."

Xia Zhaoyi said: "Then, what about those killers that were brought in yesterday."

Old Sovereign Master Gu sighed: "You girl is so cruel and merciless, why did you just smash their nasal bones? Wouldn't that hurt more than severed fingers? They can't speak now, and there is really no way to interrogate them."

"..."

Xia Zhaoyi thought for a while, then looked at Mu Tingyu: "If you find anything out of the interrogation, you can write to me and tell me."

"Send it to Hengxiang?"

"Ah."

"Also... okay, I'm a good person and will do it to the end."

As soon as he finished speaking, Shi Guoxin came in from the outside: "Second Miss, Zhang Chi is here."

Xia Zhaoyi looked over and said, "Please invite him to my study."

"Ah."

Old Sect Master Gu and Mu Tingyu got up from the stools, and Mu Tingyu said, "Zhang Chi, is that the one who went to Guizhou Qisan Mountain?"

"Ah."

"Then, did you gain anything?"

"I haven't asked yet."

Mu Tingyu suddenly showed a smirk: "Then, can Master and I go to listen?"

Xia Zhaoyi laughed, "Anything you want."

Zhang Chi brought two of his men over, his wound was deep, and his arm was wrapped in gauze circle after circle.

As soon as they sat down, the waiter brought out the best Zhuzhou silver needles, and the tea was fragrant.

The two subordinates presented the things they had brought, and said with Zhang Chi: "Miss Ali, this is the picture scroll I told you about."

Xia Zhaoyi slowly opened, and Mu Tingyu and Gu Laozong leaned over their heads, and they both said "ah" at the same time.

The painting depicts a woman with black silk hair, standing on the shore, her clothes seem to be blown by the river wind, her eyebrows, her eyes, her mouth and her nose...

The master and apprentice looked at the girl who was painting at the same time.

"No need to compare," Xia Zhaoyi said flatly, "It's me."

She looked at the small characters on the side, and read: "Xia Nu Ali, in November of the year of Guisi, Youzhou Congxin Mansion."

After reading, her gaze deepened slightly, and she looked at the painting again thoughtfully.

The room suddenly became quiet, and no one would interrupt her thinking.

However, she was thinking about it, but she was in a daze.

After waiting for a while, Old Sovereign Master Gu coughed lightly: "Cough..."

Xia Zhaoyi narrowed his eyes and looked at him: "Huh?"

"...Nephew, what do you think of this painting?"

Xia Zhaoyi looked back at the painting in his hand: "This painting seems familiar."

"Isn't this you?" Mu Tingyu said.

"It's me, but... I feel familiar with this painter."

"Could it be Tai Zicang?" Mu Tingyu asked.

"No," said Old Sect Master Gu, "Tai Zicang's painting style is not like this, nor is his handwriting, nephew, do you remember it wrong?" (End of this chapter)