"white?"

Chu Liuxiang chewed the word twice and sighed: "It turns out that the letter that killed so many masters was actually written by a woman..."

"This woman should have an old relationship with Lingjiuzi and Jamuka... She encountered great trouble at this time and asked these old friends to help her, but she didn't expect that the letter would turn into death talismans!"

"Not bad! You have always understood women very much..." Fang Ming nodded: "It's just... when a man claims to understand women very much, it is often the beginning of his hardships... This is my advice!"

"I must remember it!"

Chu Liuxiang smiled bitterly and touched her nose, and suddenly said, "Thank you for sharing this clue with me. I wonder what you are going to do next?"

"I haven't forgotten that there is another bet between us..."

Fang Ming looked at the lake with his hands behind his back, as if he was admiring the night of Daming Lake: "There are two clues now, one is to write down these letters, with a woman with a 'su' name in it, and the other is Tianfeng Shishiro who escaped just now. Which one do you think we should pursue?"

"Yes, he was injured and he would definitely not be able to run much far away!"

Chu Liuxiang suddenly plunged into the lake, and Fang Ming shook his head: "Why do you have to? It's not that there is no boat!"

He had prepared a small boat by the lake at some point. Chu Liuxiang turned over, covered in wet body, staring at Fang Ming with a resentful look.

"If you don't chase him now, he will really run away..."

Fang Ming laughed and threw the wooden pulp to Chu Liuxiang.

"Why do I feel that I have been in trouble since I met you? I have to be a coolie now?"

Chu Liuxiang smiled bitterly, but obediently shook the oars.

He has excellent water properties and grows on the water. When his arms are shaken, the boat flew out like an arrow.

The lake was sparkling, and the night was quiet and intoxicating. Chu Liuxiang felt that he had rowed the boat to the underworld and was wandering on the Styx River. Suddenly, a "clang" sounded, and another sound of piano sound sounded on the lake. The sound of piano sounded ding dong, and the wonderful rhyme was natural, but it seemed to contain an indescribable sense of hatred, just like the country was destroyed and the family was destroyed, full of sorrow and anger, and it seemed that he was bullied and insulted, and the resentment was difficult to eliminate.

When the sound of the piano sounded, the heaven and earth seemed to be filled with a sense of desolation and solemnity. The stars and moons in the sky were all dull and dull, and the famous lake scenery was also lost.

"I play the piano on the moonlit night, and this guy is also a wonderful person!"

Chu Liuxiang's eyes moved and rowed the boat over.

At this time, there was another small boat in the middle of the lake.

A young monk wearing a white monk's robe sat cross-legged on the lonely boat. Under the stars and moons, he saw his eyes as bright as stars, red lips and white teeth, and his face as beautiful as a girl. His gentle expression and elegant style are beyond the reach of any woman in the world.

His whole body seemed spotless, and it seemed like clouds drooping from the nine heavens. Even if Tang Monk was reborn and Xuanzang was reborn, I was afraid that this would be the case.

Chu Liuxiang glanced at him and then laughed: "It's you, the 'Miao Monk' Wuhua! I'll say who else in the world will play the piano here except you!"

"So it's Brother Chu!"

Wuhua's face remained motionless, and suddenly threw the ancient seven-stringed lyre in her hand into the lake.

"What are you doing?" Chu Liuxiang frowned.

"I just encountered injustice on the road and had anger. This piano is dirty and cannot play an ethereal sound. What's the use of keeping it?"

After Wuhua finished sinking the Qin, she washed her hands in the lake water, took out a snow-white silk scarf, and wiped the water droplets.

His every move seemed so noble, as if the white lotus in front of the Buddha was spotless and not a member of the world.

‘Pretty! It’s really good to be fit!’

Fang Ming rolled his eyes in his heart, feeling that the monk was so pretentious and extremely sexy. He couldn't help but say, "We are chasing a ninja who was cut by me. Have you ever seen a monk?"

"Ninja? I haven't seen it before!" Wuhua pondered for a while: "Ninja's ninja's ninja sounds mysterious, but it is just a mixture of light skills, hidden weapons, mist medicines, and disguise techniques. However, this method is rarely circulated in Japan. If people in the Middle Land can do it, it should be 20 years ago when a "Iga" ninja passed through the sea, which should be in southern Fujian..."

Chu Liuxiang praised: "The master is indeed very knowledgeable!"

But when Wuhua saw his eyes filled with sadness, he bent down and washed his ears with lake water, murmured: "There is also the worldly killing spirit that has dirty my monk's ears. Alas... People can dirty water, but water is not dirty, and they are rushing around, and their nature is free of dust..."

Chu Liuxiang sighed, "No wonder you want to be a monk. If a person like you does not become a monk, he will probably not be able to survive even a day in the mundane world."

Fang Ming felt that at this moment, Wuhua's acting skills had soared to ma!

His eyes rolled, and suddenly he thought: "Twenty years ago, the ninja who traveled east... Is the ninja you mentioned the monk, the name of the ninja is Tianfeng Shishiro?"

"Not bad!" Wuhua nodded, and Chu Liuxiang's eyes also lit up, and she shouted: "The murderer who was intending to kill someone just now is also calling himself Tianfeng Shishiro!"

"Twenty years ago... Japan's Ninjae... Tianfeng Shishiro... The woman with Su's name..."

Fang Ming clapped his hands: "When I heard the monk's reminder, I thought of a secret history of martial arts, which may be related to today's affairs..."

"I listen carefully!" Wuhua's face remained unmoved, without any sorrow or joy.

"It was probably more than 20 years ago that the Huashan Sword Sect and the Huangshan Family had many tragic battles, and finally ended with the complete defeat of the Huangshan Family. Only one girl Li escaped from the Huangshan Family. Li Qi survived from death, but could not gain a foothold in the Central Plains, so he had to travel east to Fusang."

Fang Ming looked at Wuhua again. The monk lowered his eyelids, like an outsider.

"There was there, she met Tianfeng Shishiro who was deeply in love with her and became a child with him. But after she learned a mysterious martial arts, she abandoned them, returned to Middle-earth, killed the seven swords of Huashan, and avenged the blood of the Huangshan family. Then, Miss Li disappeared again..."

Chu Liuxiang asked, "Is it because of this that Tianfeng Shishilang came to the Central Plains?"

"No, but unfortunately, even though Tianfeng Shishilang inquired from many sources, there was no news about this girl Li Qi in the world. He was discouraged and began to challenge the martial arts world in southern Fujian, and even had the idea of ​​dying!"

"Please die?" Chu Liuxiang was stunned.

"Yes, he really died in the end, but before he died, he also entrusted his son to the person who killed him! The senior who defeated him was chivalrous and even vowed to raise the child well and even train him to become a real hero!"

"Since Tianfeng Shishiro is dead, who was that ninja before? Why did he also have ninjutsu?"

Chu Liuxiang said in confusion.

His eyes suddenly lit up: "Can Shishiro Tianfeng we met before actually pretended to be his son?"

"Maybe..."

Fang Mingyi smiled with a point of view: "And... I also know that the person who defeated Tianfeng Shishilang was the former director of the Beggars' Sect! And his wife, named Ye Shuzhen, had another name before, called Qiu Lingsu!!!"

"Qiu Lingsu! Su!"

Chu Liuxiang smiled bitterly and said, "I didn't expect that the two clues would eventually be combined into one, and they all pointed to the same person!"

"The orphan of Tianfeng Shisilang, who was adopted by Ren Ci, was the current leader of the Beggars' Sect, Nangong Ling!"

Fang Ming smiled slightly: "So many clues pointed at him, and he happened to be at the scene of the crime. It's not a coincidence that so many coincidences were formed together..."

After saying that, he looked at Wuhua with a deep meaning: "What do monks think?"

The stories he told before were all true, but he just concealed two points. The first point is that Tianfeng Shishilang has two sons! The second point is that Li Qi did not disappear, but changed his appearance and became the female devil's invincible martial arts in the world!

And Wuhua, who is extremely noble in front of him, is the other son of Shishiro Tianfeng and Shi Guanyin! It is also the real culprit of so many murders!

"Amitabha! Nangong Ling also has a friendship with me, and I didn't expect that he would do such a thing!"

Wuhua raised her head, with a hint of shock and even heartache on her face!

Chu Liuxiang glanced at Wuhua very understandably because Nangong Ling was also his friend.

"Now... I even think that Ci, the former director of the Beggars' Gang, suddenly died suddenly, and Nangong Ling rushed to the throne. There is something strange about this matter!"

Fang Ming fully utilized the nature of a famous detective and almost raised his glasses.

"But all this is just speculation... Lao Yan!"

Chu Liuxiang smiled bitterly and touched her nose: "I hope you can keep it confidential before finding Nangong Ling and confirming all this, otherwise there will be no idea how many storms will be caused in the world... The largest gang in the Beggars' Gang, and it is not only the people in the Beggars' Gang who covet the position of the leader of this gang..."

"I have no interest in being the leader of a beggar..."

The ship slowly landed, but Fang Ming said to Wuhua: "The monk is a Shaolin native. You might as well go with us to reveal the true face of Nangong Ling, which is also a testimony. How about it?"

"I have never liked to get involved in the filth in the world, but since this move is related to the safety of the martial arts world, I can only do it for the sake of it..."

Wuhua chanted the Buddha's name low, and the monk's shoes stepped onto the mud on the shore, like a white lotus that was touched with a trace of filth.

"strangeness!"

After Chu Liuxiang got ashore, she looked around in surprise.

"I originally thought that Zhongyuan Yihong would have to compete with me if he lost his business and didn't do it, but now he doesn't know where he went... With his lightness skills, he should have chased him long ago..."

"There are so many possibilities in the world... Maybe he suddenly became discouraged and gave up the showdown with you... or maybe... he encountered some irresistible force and retreated obediently!"
Chapter completed!