This took half an hour to do it. After all, it happened this morning. Everyone's memory is clearer. Some of them have a lot of words written on them, but some of them have only a few lines of words.

Miao Qingcheng sat on the chair, picked up the paper on the table, looked at it one by one with the candle, sometimes frowned and thoughtful, sometimes his face was cold, and sometimes he pulled out the folded paper to compare the front and back. After another full hour, he put it all down, and his face had returned to a calm state.

"Sister, have you seen something?"

Miao Chongwei, who was with him, asked hurriedly, and put down the paper that he had taken over to look through because of curiosity. They were all confessions of monks to the action this morning, but he still couldn't see anything.

The main reason is that it is hurt and lacks energy. In addition, I know that my sister has always been smart and I am too lazy to use her brain. Just listen.

Miao Qingyu sat opposite the round table, and slowly opened her eyes when she heard the sound, and looked at Miao Qingcheng.

Zhuo Mufeng on the bed was sleeping at first, but later he fell asleep. Now he woke up, but he did not make any noise on purpose.

He also wanted to hear what his cheap mother would say, which would also facilitate him to further judge the role of Miao Qingcheng in the Sanjiang League.

In the silence of the room, Miao Qingcheng said to Liao Qixiong behind him: "Guard Liao, close the door, you will take people to guard the surroundings. No one is allowed to get close without my order!"

Liao Qixiong was shocked, but he also knew that his wife had the intention of saying this. Without saying much, she immediately stepped out, closed the door, directed the rudder masters, and dispersed the monks, and quickly set up a tight defense around the courtyard, taking three steps and one person, so that even a fly could not fly in.

However, no one is allowed to approach inside and outside the room. Liao Qixiong himself stood on the roof and looked around. Once he found someone secretly, he would be merciless.

Miao Chongwei pushed the window and looked at the movement, closed the window, walked back to his original position and sat down, and said tsk: "I said sister, what's so secretive about it? I need such a situation?"

Miao Qingcheng glanced at him and said lightly: "It's all about the sky claw, is it enough?"

As soon as these words came out, the three people in the room were shocked, and Zhuo Mufeng, who was lying on the bed, almost stopped beating.

Miao Chongwei said in surprise: "What does it mean?"

Miao Qingcheng used the message to transmit secretly, and said to his father and brother: "Last time I suspected Mu Feng was the Tianzha who tried to insert the secret nails of the Sanjiang League. I tried many times for this, but there was no result..."

Miao Chongwei looked at the person on the bed. Due to injury, he was unable to use the message to transmit it. He dared not say some words, but just kept shaking his head.

Of course, he knew why his sister used voice transmission. He just needed to know about Zhuo Mufeng. If he said it in this case, once Zhuo Mufeng heard it, it would make people feel confused.

Miao Qingcheng looked at him and continued to send a message to the two: "Actually, Mu Feng's suspicion can be ruled out very early, but it was really too strange for the person who attacked Chongwei that night. I couldn't find anyone else for a while. Today I realized that I was negligent."

Miao Qingyu was a little curious and asked, "What have you neglected?" It was also a secret transmission.

Feeling the fluctuations in the internal force in the room, Zhuo Mufeng was anxious and itchy, and was eager to know what the three of them were talking about. He deliberately used voice transmission methods, could he be guarding against me?

Could it be that I almost lost my life for them, and could not let them dispel the suspicion? Wouldn't this be in vain? Mad!

Miao Qingcheng picked up six pieces of paper and lit it. This time it was useless to transmit: "These six people are all fire-headed monks in charge of the kitchen. Do you think there is any problem with the confession?"

The two took it, looked at each other and compared it for a while.

Miao Chongwei frowned quietly. These six confessions seemed to be fine on the surface. To sum up, everyone's testimony was in place. They could testify to each other, but they always felt something was wrong and they couldn't tell what was wrong.

Miao Qingyu smiled bitterly and shook his head. He looked at it for a long time but couldn't see anything. This was not what he was good at.

After a while, Miao Chongwei said helplessly: "Sister, don't keep it from being stuck."

Miao Qingcheng took back six pieces of confession paper and pointed it to the two of them one by one: "Look, Tongming said that after washing up, he was the first to arrive in the kitchen, then opened the stove and made a fire, and went to the cottage in the middle. Tongzhi said that he had always been

I washed rice and vegetables until I fell into a coma, and I never left the kitchen..."

She repeated the confessions of the six people, which made Miao Qingyu and Miao Chongwei, who were already confused, were even more confused. Zhuo Mufeng, who was sleeping, didn't know what this adopted mother meant.

“There is a problem here!”

Miao Qingcheng suddenly turned sharply and pointed to the last piece of paper: "This Tongren said that he and Tongyi went to get water and returned, and the other three were there at that time."

Miao Chongwei said in confusion: "Is there any problem with this? The confessions of the other four people are correct."

Miao Qingcheng smiled and shook his head, then pulled out the second piece of paper: "Tongzhi said that Tongren and Tongyi were almost the same time, and nearly half of the breakfast in the temple was cooked."

Miao Chongwei was stunned. What's the problem? Miao Qingyu looked at the two pieces of paper Miao Qingcheng picked up, and after comparing, his pupils suddenly shrank and his expression changed drastically.

Miao Chongwei looked at this and then that, and stomped his feet in a hurry: "I said sister, you two understand!"

Miao Qingcheng looked at his father with bright eyes and said in a deep voice: "I remember that the breakfast at Bishan Temple was usually at the three-minute Chen hour. According to Tongzhi, the time when Tongren and Tongyi left was definitely far earlier than Chen hour Chen hour."

With a few words on his fingers, he slowly said, "But Tongren said that when he and Tongyi returned, he happened to hear the bell ringing in the temple seven times, so he was deeply impressed."

Miao Chongwei was still a little confused at first, until Miao Qingcheng told him that there were strict regulations on ringing the bell in Bishan Temple, which started to be knocked once every half cup of tea.

Miao Chongweineng is in charge of the Yangzhou branch, and he is also a smart person. He grabbed something and suddenly stood up, his expression becoming a little ugly.

The monks get up at the end of the hour of Mao and start the meal at the end of the hour of Chen and three hours. If the meal is mostly cooked, then the time will be at least one hour of Chen and one hour.

But according to the seven bell rings, it is at least two minutes after Tongren and Tongyi return. The well is not far from the kitchen. Even ordinary people can make a few round trips!

If it's just one person, but both of them are like this, that's strange. The two of them didn't say anything unexpected happened in the middle.

At first glance, the testimony of the two people looked no loopholes, and only those who were as careful as they were and were more familiar with the work and rest of Bishan Temple could find the flaws.

Miao Chongwei had to sigh at his sister's insight, and at the same time he was extremely angry, gritting his teeth and saying, "Sister, do you suspect there is something wrong with these two people?"

Miao Qingcheng glanced at his father: "Maybe there is, maybe not, find someone to sneak attack them and pretend to take their lives. At the critical moment, you can tell whether you have any weaknesses."

Miao Chongwei hurried out to give instructions, while Miao Qingyu kept chanting Amitabha Buddha, obviously without any intention of interfering.

After a while, Miao Chong walked back with great might, looked at Miao Qingcheng, and said solemnly: "I tried it. The five guys should have no martial arts skills, and they also explored their dantian and had no internal strength.

I also asked them about the morning, but according to my observation, they didn't seem to be lying. But one thing is that when I asked them why they had been there for so long, they looked puzzled, as if the question I was asking was very strange."

A cold light flashed through Miao Qingcheng's eyes and looked at Miao Qingyu opposite him: "Dad, I heard you say that Shaoping has the qualifications to practice illusion."

As soon as this sentence was spoken, Miao Chongwei still didn't know what it meant, then it would have been in vain for years and looked at his father incredibly.

Miao Qingyu sighed and shook her head: "I have told you this, it is true, but, but..."

Miao Qingcheng pressed step by step: "Dad, do you know Fang Shaoping's current strength?"

Miao Qingyu said bitterly: "He is very talented. Three years ago, I am traveling down the mountain and accepted him as my disciple. He only had the sixth level of true qi cultivation. Just half a month ago, he broke through to the peak of true qi. I don't know the specific strength, but I think that even if I don't reach the level of the human hero, it's not far away."

Miao Chongwei suddenly looked at his sister and his breathing became rapid.

Miao Qingcheng: "In the past few years, my brother and I have come to see you. Fang Shaoping has been with you. He is quite fond of you. I am afraid that I know my relationship with you."

Miao Qingyu felt a little embarrassed when she heard it, but also a little bit self-blame, and did not reply

Answer, but no answer is itself an answer.

Miao Chongwei sneered: "The peak cultivation level of true Qi is less than the strength of the human hero list. I remember that he is also a swordsman, and he is no more than twenty years old.

I also know my father’s identity. Once my father recommends it, my sister will definitely care about it. With Fang Shaoping’s own qualifications, she will definitely be able to rise to the top in Sanjiang League. It is not impossible to become my brother-in-law’s confidant in the future!”

The candlelight in the room swayed constantly, just like the hearts of the three of them at this moment.

Before, Miao Qingcheng and Miao Chongwei suspected that Zhuo Mufeng was the one who took action outside the city that night. There were very few people who met the conditions, but now I realized that there was Fang Shaoping, and he was clearly more in line with the conditions and more suspicious than the former!

Just imagine, if the other party was a man from Tianzhai and he was invaded into the Sanjiang League by Miao Qingcheng's father, who would have doubted it?

Miao Qingcheng suddenly asked, "Zhongwei, did the assassin on that night use illusions on you?"

Miao Chongwei smiled and said, "Sister, I have a lot of people in the world who know about the things that I have strong resistance to illusions. To avoid being exposed, he certainly dare not use them randomly."

Miao Qingcheng thought for a moment, nodded, and suddenly looked at Miao Qingyu again: "Dad, you once told me that three years ago, you happened to pass by a mountain and saw Fang Shaoping being chased by bandits and helping him. Later, he saw that he was lonely and smart, so he brought him back."

Miao Qingyu didn't say anything, Miao Chongwei sneered and said, "It's such a coincidence! At that time, I sent a branch master to secretly investigate Fang Shaoping's background, but I stopped until I found out. Now I think about it, if someone really sent him, how could he leave a flaw? Hehehe..."

There are many things that are nothing at all. Once you have doubts and preconceived ideas, the black ones can be thought of as white as white. Moreover, Fang Shaoping is like a sieve at this moment, full of loopholes and flaws, and it is difficult to make people doubt it.

Tongren and Tongyi were suspected to have been involved in illusion, but Fang Shaoping was proficient in illusion. There were very few people who met the conditions for the assassination of Miao Chongwei outside the city, and Fang Shaoping was here again, and he was mysteriously missing at this time...

Zhuo Mufeng, who was lying on the bed, was stunned. What does it mean to smash the pie in the sky? That's it. He was worried about how to blame him. Someone immediately took the initiative to take the blame. He really wanted to bow to Fang Shaoping, whom he had never met before.
Chapter completed!