Transmigration begins with archery training

"Starting from the twentieth year of the Longqing reign."

"Which year's tax records, fish-scale registers, and yellow registers in Liangzhou City match up? Where did the extra tax revenue go instead of going into the national treasury? Sect Leader Shao, do you dare to give me a proper account?"

"Later, the Emperor ordered the planting of spiritual grains, but why are they not found in your sect's farmland? Instead, the common people are forced to plant 10% more in their fields to make up for the shortage."

"Then, in years of famine, they bought up fertile land at bargain prices, and in years of plenty, they forced people to take out high-interest loans. There were countless ways to seize and plunder the land."

"How can you expect us to give back even a small portion of it, as if we've suffered a tremendous injustice, and yet the people are expected to be grateful for our kindness?!"

Upon hearing these words...

Shao Yujing's pupils changed several times.

It was as if he himself was unaware of these things.

He insisted, "What does General Chen's statement have to do with the matter of the Witch God Cult? In any case, your Northern Liang Army cannot simply ignore the life and death of our sect!"

"It's no longer related. Wasn't Sect Leader Shao using this to blackmail my Northern Liang army before?"

Chen Sanshi countered with a question, and seeing the other party's silence, continued, "Moreover, we never said we wouldn't get involved; we just haven't been able to find any concrete clues."

"Go up the mountain!"

He gave the order.

Several hundred people were mobilized and crossed the mountain gate of Piyue Manor directly.

in the past.

Chen Sanshi is a captain, whose main task is to patrol the city. He is not involved in specific investigations. Now that he has the opportunity, he should try to investigate and see if he can find any clues.

Zhang Huaimin of Dongyi City.

Unidentified drugs from Ciyun Temple.

These two matters are still unclear.

"General?"

"What are you doing?!"

The people of Piyue Manor were at a loss when they saw the armored soldiers barging into the manor without any greeting.

"The Northern Liang Army is investigating!"

Xia Cong ordered, "Leave one person behind to give a detailed account of the recent situation; the rest of you may leave!"

At last.

The Splitting Moon Manor selected an older martial artist, one of its four elders, Liu Rongquan.

"Greetings, Lord Chen!"

Liu Rongquan respectfully asked, "May I ask how you intend to investigate, sir?"

Chen Sanshi said calmly, "Tell me everything about how your disciples from Piyue Manor died in the last four months, where they died, when they died, and whether there were any abnormalities before their deaths."

"Is such that……"

Liu Rongquan recounted the whole story in detail.

"Quite weird."

This is a summary based on what Chen Sanshi heard.

These disciples.

The vast majority of them died within the sect, and their deaths were silent and without any unusual activity. They were usually not found until the next day when they went to look for their bodies.

Time of death.

It usually happens after midnight.

It is reported that.

It wasn't that the Splitting Moon Manor was unguarded; on the contrary, they had arranged meticulous patrols for two years, twelve hours a day without interruption, yet they still found nothing, and those who were destined to die still died, achieving no effect whatsoever.

"Just last night."

Liu Rongquan said, "The second young master has also met with misfortune; he's right ahead."

"Is the residence of Master Wen right next door?"

Chen Sanshi stood on the rooftop, observing the terrain.

"Yes."

Liu Rongquan said, "To prevent any accidents from happening, the manor owner lives in the next courtyard."

"This is way too close."

Chen Sanshi looked at the two courtyards, which were no more than a hundred paces apart.

For a martial saint, it's practically like living together, so they should be able to detect any movement immediately.

Ironically, she was completely unaware that her son had died right beside her.

No wonder Wen Zhi went crazy.

"Walk."

"Go to the Tongtian Sword Sect."

"..."

soon.

Chen Sanshi then led his men to the next sect.

Several days have passed.

He basically visited dozens of sects, large and small, inside and outside Liangzhou City, and the information he obtained was almost identical.

The whole thing is incredibly bizarre.

It's as if the deaths of these sect disciples were not caused by others, but rather by their own suicides.

"This is indeed strange."

Xia Cong was completely baffled: "Even if the leader of the Witch God Cult came, he might not be able to do it completely silently, right? And in the past two days, people have been dying one after another."

There must be a demon in the abnormal situation.

Since the whole thing is illogical.

Chen Sanshi then stopped thinking according to common sense.

Based on what he had seen at Ciyun Temple, he already had a general idea in his mind.

"Ha, consider it their own retribution."

"Xia Cong, go see General Lü. Don't make a sound. Just say..."

……

That night.

Splitting Moon Manor.

Wen Zhi has five children.

All three of them have good talent.

The eldest son, Wen Qiushi, died.

The second son, Wen Buhua, died.

Now, only the youngest daughter, Wen Chengrui, possesses the physique of a Martial Saint and is the only remaining heir of the Piyue Manor. The other son and daughter are of poor aptitude and do not cultivate martial arts.

"Miss!"

"You should go back now!"

"Yes, leave the search of the mountain to us!"

"If anything happens to you again, the manor lord will really go crazy!"

"..."

After being persuaded by many people.

Only the young woman dressed in white, resembling a Confucian scholar, with two swords at her waist, finally agreed.

She returned to the courtyard.

Dozens of disciples immediately surrounded the area as security.

"Squeak~"

Wen Chengrui gently pushed open the bedroom door.

Her room, belonging to a martial arts practitioner, was filled with all sorts of ink paintings, and her desk was adorned with fine writing implements and a complete collection of books.

During the Great Sheng Dynasty, women were not allowed to participate in the imperial examinations; no matter how well they studied, it could only be a hobby.

Wen Chengrui took out a tinderbox and lit the candle.

A faint light shone in the room.

Wen Chengrui gently placed the candle on the table. Just as her slender hand was about to pick up the brush, she suddenly noticed a strange figure hiding in the corner of the room. Her body stiffened slightly, and she pretended not to notice anything unusual, but her hand quietly reached for the sword at her waist, and her mouth opened as if to call for help.

It was at this time.

She noticed that the figure, also dressed in a white robe, put a finger to his lips, signaling for silence.

"you?"

Wen Chengrui's delicate eyebrows furrowed slightly: "Chen Sanshi?"

"Don't make a sound."

Chen Sanshi calmly said, "Just do what you're supposed to do and ignore me."

"Did they let you in?"

Wen Chengrui loosened her grip on the knife hilt: "You're going to stay here and lie in wait for the witch god cultists who come to assassinate me?"

Chen Sanshi did not deny it.

"it's useless."

Wen Chengrui quickly calmed down, took off her twin swords and hung them on her scepter. While grinding ink for herself, she said, "I advise you to go out. You've already tried this method before, and the result is just one more person dying."

"Your Wen family shouldn't be hoping for my death."

Looking at the moonlight outside the window, Chen Sanshi casually remarked.

"Why do I wish you were dead?"