Merry Xianggong Ximen Qing

() "Is this person crazy?" Wu Song saw that Qin Fei was laughing wildly, it was abnormal, but at the same time he was on guard.

There is nothing unusual about a piece of wood lump except that it is round and round. How could it make Qin Fei laugh wildly?

"Retribution, all retribution!"

After Qin Fei laughed for a while, he put the lump of wood on the ground, lay down on the ground and kowtowed four times seriously.

"Old godfather, I didn't expect it to be you!"

It was only then that Ximen Qing came to his senses that this piece of wood was round and lumpy, as if it was a part of a walking stick.

Qin Li, a piece of Mr. Qin's walking stick.

So to say.

"Old godfather, you must be blaming me, aren't you?" Qin Fei seemed a little distracted: "You cut off a piece of your crutch that night, and today you let Wu Song cut off a piece of steel knife; not only that, but also use this Cut off the crutches and trip me?"

When Ximen Qing and Wu Song heard this, they finally vaguely understood the origin of the matter.

It is impossible to talk about gods and ghosts, but there may really be a talk of retribution in the dark.

If it wasn't for this crutch that tripped Qin Fei, maybe it really made him escape.

Ximen Qing sighed, "Qin Fei, what else do you want to say?"

"Bury me and my godfather together." After a while, Qin Fei said slowly: "Bianliang, I don't have the face to go back to face my godfather, so I'll just be buried in this Qin's Village."

"I can promise you this request."

Ximen Qing sighed: "Master Qian, I will always take care of it, don't worry."

"Okay, then I can die now." Qin Fei sat down cross-legged again: "Lord Ximen, since I, Qin Fei, have worked for the Imperial City Division for more than ten years, I just want to be decent."

"Okay, how do you want to die?"

Qin Fei's gaze stayed on the half steel knife in Ximenqing's hand, and he pointed slightly with his hand.

Ximenqing understood what Qin Fei was thinking, and casually threw the half-section of the steel knife in front of Qin Fei.

Qin Fei looked at the steel knife on the ground, picked it up with a bitter smile and put it on his neck: "I didn't expect Qin Fei to die here today!"

"This line is too old-fashioned, do you dare to be a little new?"

Ximen Qing couldn't help complaining: "Brother, you deserve death, this is already too cheap for you."

Although Qin Fei obviously didn't understand the first half of the sentence, he still nodded silently.

"Lord Ximen, there is no such thing as summoning souls in this world, is there?"

Ximenqing didn't expect that Qin Fei's last question in this world would be to ask this.

"I don't know." Ximen Qing said frankly: "Maybe there is, but I don't know how to do it. You just saw that I just use the Thunder God Stone as a lamp, and it has nothing to do with summoning souls."

"I can rest assured that."

With a movement of Qin Fei's arm, the steel knife has already drawn a shocking wound in his throat.

Like the dead in Qinjia Village, the trachea was severed, and the bones were visible.

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"Qin Fei is a tragedy. The tragedy of this era."

On the way back, Ximen Qing couldn't help but sighed to Wu Song: "In the end, he was still being used. The murderer must be the black-clothed Chazi under Tan Zhen's command. We must investigate this matter carefully when we go back."

"Tan Zhen is afraid that he will not be able to sit still at this time." Wu Song said: "There is also that Liang Shicheng, they are too courageous! But how can we prove that the murderer is the black-clothed chazi under Tan Zhen's command?"

"Records of the post station." Ximen Qing thought about it but didn't want to reply: "There should also be records for the deployment of the personnel of the Imperial City Division. Starting from these details, the truth will not be far away."

"It's also time to do something and clean these people out of the Imperial City Division."

"Brother is very right." Wu Song nodded and said, "If Huangcheng Division is controlled by this kind of person, I don't know how many bloody storms will be caused. Qinjia Village is just one of them. If it wasn't for Xiaoli's chance to escape Fate, I'm afraid no one knows about it until now."

Ximen Qing patted the wrapped half of the steel knife, and sighed: "I only hope that our actions can reduce the number of such bloody cases in the world, and I will feel relieved."

This more than half of the steel knife and a piece of detailed information arrived in Tokyo before Ximenqing and others, and Group A No. [-] returned together.

To be honest, Ximen Qing didn't know how Qian Gui would react when he received this thing, but it was better to give the old man a little room to breathe than to put the steel knife on the old man's table by himself.

After arriving in Bianliang, Ximenqing did two things.

One is to call Qin Xiaoli and tell him the result of this trip. Although Xiaoli is only seven or eight years old, he is the only survivor in the Qin Family Village, not to mention he was named by Qian Gui and inherited the incense of old master Qin Li. Ximen Qing felt that it was necessary to do so.

Qin Xiaoli kowtowed to Ximen Qing three times after listening, and when he raised his head, his face was full of tears.

Pan Jinlian and Xue'er hurried forward to comfort him, but Ximen Qing shook his head and said, "It's not easy for him to cry, it's not easy for him to vent his emotions, so he won't get hurt easily."

To Ximen Qing's surprise, Qin Xiaoli wept and dragged Ximen Qing to the side courtyard where he lived. There was a token in a side room with the word "Qin" crookedly engraved on it!

Shiqian sighed on the drum: "He carved this word himself."

The word "Qin" is exactly the same as that engraved on the stone at the entrance of the Qin Family Village. It is obvious that Qin Xiaoli does not know how to read, but draws a ladle from a gourd and engraves it from memory.

Only then did Ximen Qing realize that this child was much more sensible and stronger than he imagined.

"Mr. Jiang, can you ask a gentleman to teach this kid Xiaoli?" Ximen Qing found Jiang Jing, the fortune teller, "This kid will definitely be a talent in the future, and he must be trained well."

Jiang Jing bowed his hands solemnly and said: "Could it be that the master has forgotten that Jiang is a scholar? Jiang has seen what this child has done. Don't ask outside gentlemen for this kind of thing. Jiang will also bear it!"

Ximen Qing nodded silently. Although Jiang Jing was a failed scholar, this era is more serious than the times when thousands of troops cross the single-plank bridge. Jiang Jing is really talented and learned, and he really has two brushes. It is natural that he came to teach Qin Xiaoli in person.

"Arithmetic should also be taught well." Ximen Qing thought for a while and said, "I don't want this child to be able to get a champion or something, but such an important thing as arithmetic has to be taught."

Jiang Jing thought it was right, but in fact he was too obsessed with arithmetic, even if Ximen Qing didn't say it, this homework was a must for Jiang Jing.

After settling Qin Xiaoli, Ximen Qing came to find An Daoquan with the little jade bottle. This was the second thing he had to do.

"Doctor An, how is Mr. Qian?"

An Daoquan stroked his beard and murmured: "Master Qian's pulse condition was weak at that time, and his spirit was listless. He prescribed some conditioning medicine and took it for two or three days. When Xiao Ke left yesterday, his spirit was much better."

Ximen Qing put the little jade bottle on the table: "Help me take a look at the medicine in this little jade bottle, will it cause the symptoms of poor mental health?"

"Boss, are you saying that someone poisoned Mr. Qian?" An Daoquan was taken aback, looked at the small jade bottle carefully, first went to fetch a small bowl, removed the lid, and poured two drops into the bowl.

"How is it?" Seeing An Daoquan busy for a while, Ximen Qing smelled it with his nose, and turned out a bunch of small bottles from the side, talking to himself, and took another small bowl, as if he was preparing What.

In the end, An Daoquan combined the two drops of poison with what he had prepared, and observed carefully.

"This medicine is powerful." An Daoquan worked hard for a while, then stopped and replied: "Compared with it, the poison that Zhi Duoxing Wu Yong prepared is not even suitable for lifting shoes."

"So powerful!" Ximen Qing was slightly surprised.

"The poison formulated by Wu Yong, the wise multi-star, is very poisonous, but it is inferior." An Daoquan replied: "This kind of poison is colorless and tasteless, and it invisibly interrupts the vitality of life. There is no chance of being rescued."

"Where did the owner get this medicine?"

"From Qin Fei's hands, according to him, Liang Shicheng brought him out of the forbidden area, instructing him to eat and drink Mr. Qian every day." Ximen Qing said: "Is it true that once the drug is stopped, it will slowly return to normal? ?”

"Joke, how can this vicious medicine have a way back?" An Daoquan shook his head and said, "It's nothing more than the degree of poisoning. Fortunately, Lord Qian's poisoning is not deep. If it takes a few more days, even Xiao Ke will be helpless. This kind of medicine can only be poisoned." Only in the forbidden area."

Ximenqing sighed secretly, Qin Fei was just a pawn until he died, it seems that Liang Shicheng and Tan Zhen wanted to put the old man to death, it's ridiculous that Qin Fei still believed it!

"I heard that this kind of medicine was available in the previous dynasty." An Daoquan seemed to think of something: "I heard that a queen in the forbidden area entrusted the imperial physician to prepare it, in order to let the favored concubine die slowly invisibly. But in the end Neither the queen nor the imperial physician came to a good end."

"The legend is just a legend." An Daoquan sighed: "If Xiao Ke hadn't seen this poison with his own eyes today, I would have thought it was just a legend."

Ximen Qing said with a smile: "Where there is no wind, there are no waves. Although most of the legends are absurd, they are often based on facts."

"Although this medicine can't be used to bring down Liang Shicheng, if it can make the officials start to doubt him, that's enough."

Ximen Qing put away the small jade bottle, and asked again: "The body of Mr. Qian?"

"Since we already know the reason, the original prescription has to be changed again." An Daoquan thought for a while and said, "Xiao Ke needs to think carefully, Mr. Qian is old, so he needs to take good care of it, and don't fall into any root cause. .”

Ximen Qing got up to say goodbye, walked to the front yard, and saw Group A No. [-] hurrying over.

"Lord Ximen, Lord Qian asked you to discuss matters together! Lord Tiju is also here today!"

No. [-] of Team A spoke of Mr. Zhao Kai, King Jia, of course, Ximen Qing touched the small jade bottle in his sleeve, and he lifted his spirits: "It happens that I am going to discuss something with Mr. Qian, so it would be even better if King Jia is here! "The fastest novel to read the master, all in Kanshula.com, welcome to log in.kanshu.la to read the full text!