The national teacher does not practice

Chapter 198 Murderer Ji Ping'an ([-] characters for subscription)
what?
This sentence resounded in the ears of everyone, like a thunderbolt from the blue sky, everyone was stunned on the spot for a while.

After a while, the noise suddenly overturned the old house and broke the tranquility.

"What did you say?! Say it clearly!" As the leader of the alliance, Jiang Huai's face was the ugliest. With just one step, he arrived in front of the reporter, almost picking up the other party's neck to ask.

The messenger disciple looked anxious and stammered:
"That's right, the head of the Tiancan faction was recuperating in the resident house, but there was a sudden sound of fighting. Someone went in to check and found that the person had been killed. Then someone came to report, but the person is still outside..."

The rest of the words were already inaudible to everyone.

The head of the Tiancan sect was actually slaughtered by someone... This is undoubtedly a bomb-like news, which made the Jiang Hu people present dizzy.

He even wondered if he really got rid of the "illusion" and left the underground palace.

"The head...was killed..." Suddenly, the one-eyed deputy head was struck by lightning, and many complex emotions appeared on the face of the crowd representing the Tiancan Sect to participate in today's meeting.

There was consternation, bewilderment, and a hint of joy, and then all turned into raging anger:

"Who?! Who made the move!"

The messenger was stared at by him with one eye, his face turned pale, and he waved his hand and said:

"I don't know, the murderer ran away after killing..."

The old doctor frowned and said:

"How can the opponent succeed in such a short period of time? It's not long since the masters of the Tiancan faction left the station and came here. Besides, there are so many heroes gathered, who is so bold?"

The messenger was stunned for a moment, and said cautiously:

"It's not a short time, everyone has been in for two hours, and the people from the Tiancan faction also went to eat at noon, so their defenses were relaxed, giving the murderer an opportunity."

Two hours? !
Hearing this sentence, everyone was startled for a moment, then raised their heads to look at the sun, their colors changed in horror.

Master Wuxin said in a deep voice:
"The time we have been trapped in the underground palace is longer than we perceive, it should be an illusion caused by the formation."

In their perception, only a stick of incense went in but it didn't arrive.

But in fact, it is not the case.

And the murder happened at this time...Suddenly, Ding Huan, the "famous man in the rivers and lakes" among the crowd, suddenly turned his head to look at Ji Pingan, his eyes were as sharp as an eagle:
"Young Master Li, you should explain this matter."

After the words fell, everyone's eyes were drawn to them, and some people showed astonishment, not knowing what to explain.

Ding Huan narrowed his eyes and said:

"Although Ding is not a fast catcher, he also knows a simple truth, that is, to find the motive when chasing the murderer. The head of the Tiancan sect is the pillar of the 'Xinwu' faction. He was seriously injured the day before yesterday and was assassinated today. It is the most beneficial...and it just so happens that we were led into the underground palace by you just now, the two are too coincidental."

Once these words were thrown out, there was an uproar.

Obviously, in the context of the old and new martial arts competition, the one with the most "motivation" to assassinate the head of the Tiancan faction is the old martial artist.

And Ji Ping'an helped Chen Qingsheng, he was already branded as an old martial artist, and he happened to be the one who opened the underground palace, which aroused suspicion.

Suddenly, including the Tiancan faction, the eyes of the large group of Jianghu people from the Xinwu faction changed, and their gazes on Ji Pingan also became vigilant and suspicious.

"False words!" An old man in the old school suddenly yelled:

"Ding Huan, old thief, is good at telling stories. He has been walking in the rivers and lakes for a long time, who is not a group of enemies? In the fight the day before yesterday, my old martial arts had already won a big victory, so why use such despicable means? Besides, Mr. Li is always with us, how can we tolerate it?" You slander?"

The one who spoke was a well-known boxer in the old school of martial arts.

He and Chen Qingsheng are good friends, and they will be in an alliance today. They are also representatives of the old school, and they are also one of the old martial artists who explained to the crowd during the battle in the martial arts arena the day before yesterday.

"Old Xu said yes!"

"Old thief Ding is really shameless, pouring dirty water indiscriminately."

"I'm afraid it wasn't you Xinwu who directed and acted on their own to frame people!"

Immediately, a group of old school warriors responded, cursing endlessly.

Ding Huan was scolded in public, his face was ugly, and he said:
"Together all the time? Are you sure? After entering the labyrinth just now, if my guess is correct, everyone present has fallen into the illusion alone. During this period, if someone takes the opportunity to leave and kill, and then returns, wouldn't it be seamless? And Mr. Li Since you have the ability to open the underground palace, you must have a good understanding of the labyrinth."

The old man named Xu Ming choked, unable to refute for a while.

Lu Qing next to him suppressed his anger and said:
"Mr. Ding's words are wrong. If he intends to kill someone, why use this method to create an opportunity to escape? Wouldn't it make people suspicious? Mr. Li opened the underground palace in public, which proves that he has a magnanimous mind."

All the old warriors applauded and thought it was reasonable.

The Xinwu faction was furious and seemed to point the finger at the old Wu headed by Ji Pingan.

"enough!"

Suddenly, Jiang Huai shouted sharply, suppressing the arrogance of both sides. The middle-aged leader in purple had bulging veins on his forehead, and was quite troubled by this accident.

He was silent for a while, and looked at Ji Pingan with deep eyes:

"Mr. Li, what do you have to say?"

At this time, people remembered that Ji Ping'an had been watching coldly from the beginning to the end, and hadn't spoken yet.

"Me?" Ji Ping'an was named, thought for a while, shook his head and said:
"This matter has nothing to do with me. The underground palace formation can trap even Leader Jiang. Do you think I can avoid it?"

After a pause, he added:
"In addition, when the murderer attacked, it was the noon when the defenses were lax. I would like to ask, if this underground palace had not been opened, where would we be at this hour?"

Jiang Huai hesitated and said:
"According to the agenda, it will be discussed in the hall."

Ji Pingan nodded lightly, thoughtfully:
"In other words, the murderer planned to pick me to do something when we were discussing important matters."

Jiang Huai was stunned when he heard the words, and then lowered his head to think.

At this time, seeing that the two of them couldn't figure out why they were talking, the deputy head of the Tiancan faction said angrily:
"Leader Jiang, this matter happened in Qixia Town, and the Wulin League must give an explanation!"

Jiang Huai came back to his senses, facing the eyes of a large group of people, he stiffened his head and said:

"As the leader of the alliance, I must give you an explanation! It's just that this matter is complicated and confusing. In the absence of conclusive evidence, I hope that you can temporarily suppress your anger, and don't be carried away by emotions and fight with each other, so as not to hurt your loved ones. Hurry up."

Some righteous words were thrown out to appease the emotions of all parties. Jiang Huai looked at the collapsed underground palace entrance with some regret, and said:
"It's meaningless to talk here, it's better to go to the scene to see it first."

Everyone looked at each other and had no choice but to agree.

……

……

The alliance was forced to suspend, and a group of people left the old residence of the old alliance leader, rushed along the streets of the town, and soon arrived at the "Tiancan Sect" camp.

Outside a separate courtyard.

At this moment, a large number of people from the rivers and lakes who had heard the news had already gathered outside the courtyard, making it extremely chaotic.

Jiang Huai took the lead and tore through the crowd. When he walked into the yard, he saw a group of disciples of the Tiancan sect waiting anxiously. Seeing the return of the deputy head, he couldn't help crying.

I don't know how much truth, how much acting.

"Where is the corpse?" Jiang Huai asked after a moment of reassurance.

"It's in the back house."

A martial artist with a broken arm led a group of people to squeeze into the courtyard, and saw the door of the house was wide open, and inside was the Tiancan sect master lying on his back.

The thick robes on the middle-aged man's shoulders were piled on the ground, revealing his upper body covered with steel plates.

Two arms with knotted muscles and gleaming gray-white luster hang limply on the ground, bound with blood-stained white bandages.

One hand was still holding the iron chain, and at the end of the iron chain was a heavy hammer placed in the corner.

At this moment, there was a scarlet wound on his neck, which almost cut off his neck, and his head was full of angry eyes, as if he could not believe it before he died.

"There are simple traces of fighting, but not many. It should be sneaked in while recovering from injuries. After discovering it, they wanted to fight back, but they were a step slower."

Under Jiang Xiaotang's slitted cheongsam, he strode forward with long legs, walked a few steps around the room, and gave his judgment.

Immediately, the proprietress of the intelligence agency walked to the corpse, squatted down, and gently groped the neck wound with two slender fingers, saying:
"It's a sword wound. The murderer should be a master with a sword. The technique is very crisp and neat. Different weapons cut the skin and the shape of the wound is different."

She raised her gooseneck and looked at the crowd with a serious expression:
"I'm not a writer, I can only see these roughly."

sword wound...

Hearing this, everyone at the door turned their attention to the scabbard around Ji Pingan's waist.

He also recalled the scene where he drew his sword and killed the members of the Tiandihui at the end of the battle in the Martial Arts Arena that day.

His eyes suddenly became ambiguous.

Jiang Huai turned to look at the old doctor and said:

"How does the medicine king feel?"

The sloppy drug king in a gray robe shook his head and said:

"The old man can only heal diseases, but he doesn't know how to kill."

After a pause, he sniffed the air lightly with his nose, and added:

"But if the old man's judgment is not wrong, in addition to the smell of wound medicine, there is also a poisonous smell in this room. The murderer may have let off poisonous smoke, um, the kind that paralyzes the human brain."

Wearing a crown and dressed as a monk, Master Wuxin looked indifferent:
"The head of the Tiancan sect was seriously injured, and he inhaled the poisonous smoke without precaution, and his spiritual perception became more and more sluggish. He did mental calculations but did not intend to, so he died unjustly."

In the courtyard, a disciple of the Tiancan Sect showed anger, and felt that the words were too harsh, but remembered Master Wuxin's reputation of being too ruthless, so he endured it:

The Heavenly Remnant faction had risen by relying on Xinwu, and their strength was relatively weak. Now that the head of the sect has been killed, they are not willing to provoke powerful enemies.

Jiang Huai pondered for a while, then turned to look at the crowd, cupped his hands and said:
"Which expert in Qimen is familiar with the method of summoning spirits, maybe you can give it a try."

Yu Yu in the crowd sniffed his little nose, eager to try, but he gave Ji Pingan a look and held back.

"Let me come." A 50-year-old Qimen monk dressed as a Taoist sighed and walked out.

No one stopped him, obviously this was also someone with some reputation in the world.

The old Taoist stepped forward, took out the joss sticks from his bag, laid them on the ground, and lit them.

He also took out a mahogany sword with a scorched black end, made a formula with one hand, and muttered words.

Yu Yu's disdain became even worse:

The method of asking spirits is a basic skill that orthodox monks must master.

But in this wild river and lake, the steps mastered by the so-called "Qimen" monks are much more cumbersome.

Finally, the old Taoist priest finished casting the spell and pointed at the corpse with his mahogany sword:
"The soul is back!"

Covered with steel plates, in Ji Ping'an's aesthetics, the corpse of the head of Tiancan Sect, which is a bit "martial arts cyber" style, remains motionless.

"..." The second sword of the old Taoist pointed out:

"The soul is back!"

"Come back!"

"Come!"

After tossing and tossing for a long time, only the slightest, illusory and broken phantom floated out of the corpse, opened its mouth, and dispersed in the wind.

The old Taoist cupped his hands bitterly:
"The leader laughed at this. The murderer used some means to almost destroy the remnant soul of the head of the Tiancan sect, and he couldn't call it out."

Ji Pingan observed the whole process, and this meeting also frowned, and got the same answer as the other party.

Can't summon spirits!

The expressions of many people present changed. Jianghu is different from the orthodox practice world. Martial arts accounted for the vast majority and did not know magic skills, so killing each other would hardly deal with the "soul".

"It seems that the murderer is not only proficient in swordsmanship, but also knows how to use poison." Jiang Huai sighed, "From this point of view, it is definitely not a temporary intention, but a long-planned plan."

After holding back for a long time, Pei Qian finally found an opportunity, so he mustered up the courage to speak:
"You have seen it all, it has been planned for a long time! We were invited to visit the former residence, and it was an invitation given the night before!"

The three sons were aggrieved, and stood firmly with Ji Pingan.

A martial artist at the Gate of Hell said quietly:

"Who knows if you have planned it for a long time? Otherwise, why did you suddenly intervene in our fight? To help Longhushan?"

Another also said:
"Extraordinary swordsmanship, and mastery of strange methods, heh, I heard that Mr. Li claims to be a hexagram master. He knows both martial arts and strange hexagrams. Isn't it just a coincidence?"

The old school martial arts retorted:

"Say one more word?"

"Practicing Xinwu has ruined your brain!"

"I have the guts to fight Laozi one-on-one. If you want me to say, it's a good kill..."

Seeing the quarrel again, Jiang Huai frowned, suppressed it loudly, and said immediately:
"No matter how injured the head of Tiancan sect is, it is definitely not something that ordinary Xiaoxiao can plot against. The murderer has a high probability of being someone who has broken the nine realms, and there is a high probability that he is not among us. Compared with the so-called assassination by taking the opportunity, and then returning It is a bit far-fetched to say it... In my opinion, it is better to investigate first."

He turned around and told the members of the Wulin League:
"Send me an order to block the entrance and exit of Qixia Town immediately, and check whether anyone has gone out during this time."

"Second, refer to the list and invite those who have broken through the nine realms in the town one by one and invite the strong swordsmen. If anyone resists, they will be captured immediately!"

"Third, order people to investigate, from last night until now, whether there are suspicious people near the Tiancan faction."

Several orders were issued in succession, and a disciple of the Martial Arts League took the order to go, highlighting a vigorous and resolute manner.

For a moment, the entire Qixia Town seemed to be filled with a bit of chill.

Everyone's heart trembled, realizing that Jiang Huai was serious.

With so many people watching, if he, the leader, cannot thoroughly investigate the matter and give an explanation, the Wulin League will exist in name only, and the originally planned suppression of the "Four Sages" will also fail.

"As for everyone present," Jiang Huai looked around the crowd and said:

"Although the suspicion is very small, in order to convince the heroes in the town, please feel a little wronged and go to the 'White Tiger Hall' with Jiang to have a test!"

White Tiger Hall!
Hearing this term, the martial arts present changed color slightly, and after listening to Lou Xue and the others, he suddenly remembered something, and his eyes lit up.

"White tiger?" Yu Yu looked confused, the information she collected did not include this: "What is that?"

It's a proper noun... Ji Ping'an muttered in his heart, only to hear Pei Qian explain:
"It is said that it is a magical weapon. Well, it can create a deterrent to people. Under the deterrence of the white tiger, if you are lying, you will be easily seen. On the contrary, if you have no ghosts in your heart, you don't have to be afraid...

It is said that it was originally a magic weapon to deter the soul, but the effect of killing the enemy was not strong, but the ability of "lie detection" was very powerful, and it was almost completely defenseless when sitting in a well. "

Lie detector... Yu Yu shrank her neck. As a dramatist, she doesn't like this stuff.

"It has nothing to do with you, why are you panicking." Ji Pingan glanced at her helplessly.

Yu Yu blinked his big eyes and lowered his voice:

"You really didn't do this?"

"..." Ji Pingan resisted the urge to pull her face, expressionless:

"Am I like that?"

Yu Yu nodded subconsciously.

Ji Pingan sighed:
"Will I care about the life and death of such a small person, and even try hard to target it?"

Yu Yu shook his head, and then showed suspicion: "Then who is the murderer?"

Ji Pingan shook his head and said:

"There are so many people in the town, there are too many suspects, please wait patiently."

While several people muttered, the other sects also nodded to show their innocence.

……

Baihu Hall is located on the north side of the town, inside the Jiang family's mansion, in an independent courtyard.

When Ji Ping'an and others arrived, they saw a huge plaque with white characters on a black background hanging above the main room with a sense of age, with the words "Baihutang" flying dragons and phoenixes on it.

An old copper-colored wind chime hangs below it.

Jiang Huai said:

"This thing is the magic weapon inherited by my Jiang family. It can not only protect the house from evil, but also detect the authenticity of the words. Later, please stand in front of the hall one by one and answer my questions. Neither will happen, but if the words are not true, the wind chimes will shake."

After a pause, he added:

"In addition, under the pressure of the white tiger, people will feel fear in their hearts and instinctively reveal the truth. Therefore, during the inspection, please be quiet and don't disturb others by talking about irrelevant things."

Hearing the narration, many people looked a little scared.

It's not that there are ghosts, it's actually people's instinctive defense against revealing their hearts.

"Is this thing really so amazing? None of us can detect lies." Yu Yu whispered, blinking his big eyes curiously.

Ji Pingan said lightly:

"People in the Jianghu are just spreading rumors. In fact, this magic weapon is a kind of spiritual suppression, covering you with spiritual consciousness, making people fearful, and when people tell the truth and tell lies, their spirits and souls often fluctuate differently. Sitting in the well Cultivators can use their spiritual sense to fight, so it is basically useless, but here most of them are in the Ninth Breaking and Qi Cultivation realm, so it is still somewhat useful."

Yu Yu let out an "oh" and hummed:
"Fortunately, this group of people boasted so much. I still think that this saint is so good, so I let it snatch it away. Forgive me, no martial arts alliance dare to resist."

Ji Pingan glanced at her.

Pei Qian shrank her neck.

"As the leader of the alliance, I will first test it and respect it."

Jiang Huai said, walked to the front of the White Tiger Hall, raised his hand to play Lingsu, activated the plaque, and said loudly:
"The death of the Tiancan sect master has nothing to do with me."

On the old plaque, an imaginary tiger's head emerged, looking down ferociously, and it took a long time to close its eyes.

The wind chime was motionless.

Everyone present was not surprised: this is the Jiang family magic weapon, of course it will not "eat the master", Jiang Huai's doing this is just a formality.

Sure enough, he then looked around everyone: "Who will come first?"

Ding Huan looked at Ji Pingan, raised his hand suddenly, and said:
"Master Li, please."

Lines of sight cast their gazes, some with anticipation, some with worry, and some without expressions of joy or anger.

"My lord..." Lu Qing suddenly turned his head to look over, his eyes slightly worried.

Obviously, this great disciple of Longhushan was not as sure as he said, and he was a little skeptical in his heart, but considering that Ji Pingan was with him, he didn't help his relatives.

Ji Pingan shook his head, walked out happily, and came down to the front of the hall in full view, looking up at the plaque and magic weapon that had been weathered for many years.

The next moment, a colorful tiger emerged, opening up the sky and the earth, looking down on him majestically like infinity, and a strong coercion hit his face, making him feel his shoulders sink.

If it was an ordinary monk, his mouth would be parched, his heart would be filled with strong fear, and he would not dare to conceal anything.

Even a monk sitting in a well will feel dull and oppressed, feel uncomfortable all over, and give birth to resistance.

However, he didn't fluctuate at all, his eyes were as peaceful as a deep pool.

Jiang Huai was about to speak.

Ji Pingan said calmly:
"I have nothing to do with the death of the head of Tiancan sect, and I never left during the opening of the underground palace."

In an instant, everyone stared at the old wind chime.

The wind chime was motionless.

"Huh—" Lu Qing, as well as the representative of the old school named "Xu Ming" who spoke up for justice before, heaved a sigh of relief at the same time.

Let go of your clenched fists: If Ji Pingan really did it, then out of gratitude, the old school must speak out, but at this time, it is really powerless to start a war with the whole Jianghu.

Pei Qian said loudly: "Did you see it? Do you still doubt it? Bah!"

The third son was proud. As a child of a big family, he couldn't stand being misunderstood and slandered.

Jiang Xiaotang also heaved a sigh of relief, she also did not want to conflict with the "Dark Net", this Jianghu organization is too mysterious, and the Wulin League is not willing to rashly provoke it.

The rest of the new warriors were frustrated and disappointed, feeling that they had lost a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to force the Wulin League to eradicate the enemy.

Ji Ping'an looked calm. To him, this was just a formality.

However, just as he was about to step away, suddenly, Ding Huan, who was standing in the crowd, asked loudly:
"How did you know how to open the underground palace? What exactly is in the underground palace?"

hum!
The crowd fell silent instantly, and the old doctor and others looked at Ding Huan in astonishment, surprised by what the other party said.

You know, Jiang Huai has already hinted that people under the White Tiger Hall will have a tendency to reveal the truth if their souls are suppressed.

That's why he emphasized that you should be quiet during the inspection, because you are worried that someone will ask random questions.

After all, everyone present is from the rivers and lakes, and they all have secrets.

If Lengtouqing can't understand, it's justifiable, but it's impossible for Ding Huan not to understand.

But he still asked, and after Jiang Huai heard it, he hesitated for a while, and didn't interrupt immediately, because these two questions were also of great concern to him.

And Ji Pingan was under the oppression of the white tiger, so he had to force his will to bear it, which was very difficult, but some stronger Nine Breakers could do it, at the cost of being attacked by the white tiger.

Or, to avoid being attacked by lying, but lying in front of the crowd will undoubtedly increase their suspicion.

At this time, all the Jianghu people present instinctively looked at Ji Pingan, wanting to hear how he would respond.

Ji Pingan stood under the hall, slightly taken aback, and then left as if no one else was there.

And it seemed that he "refusal to answer", in the field of vision, the colorful tiger that covered the sky and looked down majestically on him pierced blood-red beams of light, opened its beard and hair, and roared fiercely.

Waves of air gushed out from the tiger's mouth, and the majestic spiritual power crushed the tiny Ji Pingan.

However, facing the shock in the spiritual world, Ji Pingan just turned his head, glanced at the plaque lightly, and whispered silently:

"roll."

boom!
The spiritual world was shattered, and the fierce tiger that covered the sky showed a terrified expression, shrinking into a kitten, trembling, and everything in the field of vision returned to normal.

All these changes only happened in Ji Ping'an's sea of ​​consciousness, outsiders had no way of knowing.

Therefore, from the perspective of others, only Ji Pingan refused to answer, and the phantom of the tiger on the plaque roared, and as Ji Pingan stepped out of the "coverage area of ​​the magic weapon", the phantom of the white tiger gradually disappeared.

refuse to answer!

Seeing this result, Jiang Huai's eyes moved:
"What a strong spirit, in the face of the threat of the white tiger, he managed to survive completely, and his injuries seem to be very light."

He sighed in his heart, a little disappointed, but not surprised.

If it is a majestic "sword holder" who can get the way so easily, then he will look down on him.

And this scene fell in the eyes of the rest of the people, and they couldn't hide their surprise. You must know that the martial artist's path is inherently weak, and only after being promoted to Sijing will it be strengthened at the epic level.

"Just now, what did you ask me?" Ji Pingan took two steps before calmly looking at Ding Huan as if he had only realized it later.

Do not know why.

As a "famous man in the rivers and lakes", Ding Huan, who is used to seeing strong winds and waves, felt his heart suddenly suddenly, and couldn't help avoiding his sight.

Jiang Huai's face was also ugly: "Ding Huan, I invited you here because of your reputation and prestige, but don't push yourself too hard."

Named names... This is undoubtedly an attitude.

As the leader of the alliance, Jiang Huai is polite and gentle on the surface, but in fact, he has never been a soft-hearted person.

Ding Huan was silent, met the gazes, bowed his head and said:

"Ding is just curious, Mr. Li doesn't want to talk about it."

Jiang Huai snorted coldly and said, "Then you will be the next one."

Ding Huan stepped forward and said, "I have nothing to do with the death of Master Tiancan, I don't know anything about it."

The wind chime was motionless and unresponsive.

……

Next, one person in the courtyard stepped forward one after another to conduct verification.

Ji Pingan walked back to the crowd, and was immediately urged by Yu Yu:
"That old man Ding is really hateful. Do you want me to kill him to vent your anger? How about you do it yourself?"

Under the lovely appearance of the saint, there lives a little devil with two horns on top of its head, holding a steel fork, and an arrow on its tail.

Ji Pingan glanced at this guy, and said in a low voice, "Something's wrong."

"What?" Yu Yu was at a loss.

Ji Pingan used Lingsu to condense the voice into a thread, and stuffed it into her ears:

"Ding Huan's performance was a bit weird, and he was too targeted at me."

From the very beginning, when he heard the death of the Tiancan sect master, he had brought the rhythm to him, and just now he made a noise to interfere, with malicious intentions, and the intention of targeting was too obvious.

Yu Yu snorted, and also transmitted the voice into the secret way:
"What's the matter? Who asked you to help Chen Qingsheng and slap Xinwu in the face? This old man Ding obviously put his whole life's reputation on Xinwu's boat, but you ruined it. Of course, he hates you to death. Isn't it normal to seize the opportunity and spare no effort to trouble you?"

The saintess looked contemptuously, thinking that Ji Ping'an had become stupid.

Not as smart as her.

Ji Pingan shook his head and said:
"Ding Huan is not the kind of person who is emotional and emotional. Indeed, according to normal logic, he has sufficient motives to target me, and other people may think the same way.

Even, I can find a better reason, for example, as a faction of Xinwu, he hopes to lead the Wulin League to conflict with me, so as to kill people with a knife, which is beneficial to Xinwu..."

After a pause, he added:

"But still the same sentence, Ding Huan is a very cautious person, just like the old and new martial arts have been fighting for so many years, he didn't take a side, and he didn't take a bet until the final battle. This person is very good at watching the situation. Now we give this group The image of Jianghu people is one of mysterious origin, extraordinary background, and unfathomable...

In this case, even if a person with a brain can't try to make friends and turn the fight into friendship, there's no need to jump like this when we don't know our footsteps and depth. "

Yu Yu looked at him with a silly and sweet face, and felt that there was some truth, but he couldn't let go of the pride of the saint, and muttered:

"You speak clearly and logically, as if you know this old man Ding very well."

Ji Pingan didn't answer.

Of course he knew Ding Huan very well, at least Ding Huan when he was young.

As the so-called three-year-old looks old, he doesn't think that after a few years, the former "Xiao Ding" has changed his temperament and become reckless and brainless.

Yu Yu looked at him, and suddenly said:
"Well, even if you're right, he's deliberately targeting you, but what's the purpose? It can't be said that he directed and acted in this scene, and he sent people to kill people, right? Killing his own people is for the sake of Far-fetched to frame you? And he also tested it in front of the White Tiger Hall, um, but maybe he has a strong mind and soul, so he can carry it over."

Ji Pingan shook his head and said:

"Based on the current clues, I can't make a conclusion yet, I just suspect. In short, let's take a look."

Yu Yu said "En", and it was her turn at this time, and the saint stepped forward calmly and completed the verification.

She even deliberately delayed for a while, wanting to see if anyone found fault, so as to give her a chance to make use of the problem.

It's a pity that after Jiang Huai's warning, a group of thoughtful Jianghu people became honest.

Not long after, all the people present were verified, and everyone was innocent.

"Huh, it seems that the murderer is indeed not among us, and those people outside are even more suspicious." Jiang Xiaotang smiled, and took the initiative to use her gender advantage to ease the tense atmosphere.

Ji Ping'an thought to himself: The premise is that the murderer has no way to deal with the "polygraph".

However, although everyone still had doubts in their hearts, at least after going through this process, the atmosphere on the surface relaxed a lot.

Jiang Huai also heaved a sigh of relief, smiled, and was about to say something when suddenly, hurried footsteps came from outside, and a member of the Wulin League rushed over, clasping his fists:
"Report to the lord! I found something!"

"Say!" Jiang Huai was shocked.

The latter said:
"We followed your order to intercept the people who went out, but we happened to encounter someone sneaking around and trying to escape around the checkpoint. Now the person has been arrested and brought to justice."

"Oh?" Jiang Huai was stunned for a moment, he didn't expect to gain something so soon.

The rest of the people also became excited, surprised that the "murderer" would fall into the trap so quickly.

But Ji Pingan felt something was wrong.

It sounds too simple, besides, would the person who can kill the head of the Tiancan sect be captured so easily?
While thinking about it, Jiang Huai had ordered the person to be interrogated, and it happened to be tested with the magic weapon of Baihutang.

Not long after, a group of warriors dragged a heavily tied figure in and kicked him on the ground roughly.

"Ouch." The latter cried out in pain, rolling on the ground.

Everyone looked closely, and saw that this was a young man wearing a linen robe. While binding his body with ropes, he also tied a wooden banner with the word "Looking" on him.

Obviously, this is a young "photographer".

"What are you arresting me for? The Wulin League is amazing, you can arrest anyone at will?" The young physiognomy cursed with disheveled hair.

In the crowd, Ji Pingan was stunned seeing the other party's rascal appearance.

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(End of this chapter)