[Lu Xiaofeng] Final Boss

Although Ximen Chuuxue always believed that Ye Gucheng was not injured, every time he heard the news of Ye Gucheng's injury, he still couldn't help but feel emotional.

Especially this time, it was Lu Xiaofeng who broke the news, so he couldn't afford to take the risk.Although Lu Xiaofeng is often deceived, no matter who wants to completely deceive Lu Xiaofeng, it is definitely not an easy thing to do.

So this time, he must confirm it with his own eyes before he can rest assured.

Ximen Chuuxue and Lu Xiaofeng's qinggong is undoubtedly very good, so it didn't take long for them to come to the ruined temple in the western suburbs.

The fourteenth moon was already very round, and the deserted moonlight was shining on the gloomy temple, and the lamps had already been lit in the meditation room.

"Ye Gucheng lives in this place?"

Normally, Ximen Fuxue would never ask such unnecessary questions, he asked only because he was nervous.

"I did meet him here last night."

Lu Xiaofeng was also nervous, because he didn't know if Ye Gucheng's injury had worsened. Few people in the Tang Sect could survive the poison for a few days.Looking at the dot-like evening light shining through the dilapidated window casement, he only hoped that Ye Gucheng's reaction could be as sensitive and fast as last time.

The autumn wind moves the dry thatch and weeds, and the dilapidated Zen house is already in sight.

Ximen Chuuxue felt even more nervous in his heart.He really wanted to see Ye Gucheng, his heart beat even faster than usual, but he really didn't want to see Ye Gucheng in such a place and under such a situation.

He covered the turmoil in his eyes, and asked, "How did you find this place?" It is absolutely impossible for Lu Xiaofeng to come across such a barren mountain and wilderness by chance.

"The host here is called Shengtong, and he brought me here." Lu Xiaofeng smiled, "Do you remember that we exposed Huo Tianqing's conspiracy in the Jinpeng case? Shengtong is a member of the 'Guanzhong Boomerang' Sheng Family, His family was persecuted by Huo Tianqing to the point of desperation." So in order to repay his kindness, Shengtong brought him to this ruined temple.

They were already standing in front of that meditation room, but there seemed to be no sound in the room.

Lu Xiaofeng took a step forward and knocked on the door: "City Master Ye, it's me, Lu Xiaofeng."

no respond.

Lu Xiaofeng stopped, and knocked a few more times.

Still no response.

When Lu Xiaofeng knocked on the door, Ximen Chuuxue was standing behind him.The cold moon was like snow, shining on the old dilapidated wooden door, the red paint on it had long since peeled off, but it still seemed to carry some ancient and distant memories, reminding him of the room with the phoenix flower tree and mahogany casement. The house, after that night of wind and rain, was suddenly emptied, leaving only a house with fallen flowers and leaves!

This kind of memory, every time he thinks about it, will make him feel a pain somewhere in his heart.This kind of pain makes him feel unbearable every time, especially when he understands that this kind of pain is also a kind of emotion.

He suddenly stepped over Lu Xiaofeng, raised his leg, and broke through the door.

There are people in the house, dead people!

A man strangled to death!

But it wasn't Ye Gucheng who died.

It's Victory.

【"His benefactor seems to be more than me." Lu Xiaofeng looked at Shengtong who was lying on the table, and smiled wryly: "He must have brought someone else, but Ye Gucheng has already left, that person thought he leaked the news Just kill him to vent your anger!"] Ximen Chuuxue didn't speak, Lu Xiaofeng's imagination has always been rich, and he didn't need any basis at all.

But was Ye Gucheng injured?

Where did he go after last night?

Ximen Chuuxue slowly inspected the room. In this simple and dilapidated room, there is only one bed, one table, one stool, and one lonely lamp, but everything may have the breath of Ye Gucheng.

But like the courtyard house where they once sat together, no trace was left.

He looked around carefully, and suddenly asked Lu Xiaofeng: "Do you think there may be some traces left in this temple that can prove that Ye Gucheng was injured?"

Lu Xiaofeng thought for a while and said, "Shengtong told me that Ye Gucheng would wash his wound every half an hour, and then let him bury the cloth belt under an old pagoda tree in the backyard." He paused After a pause, he added, "Last night, Shengtong came to me with a cloth belt covered in pus and blood."

Ximen Chuuxue's eyes lit up: "Is that cloth belt still there?"

"My name was Shengtong and I was buried under that old locust tree." Lu Xiaofeng was a little strange, "What do you think the cloth belt is for?"

Ximen Chuuxue said slowly: "If I see that cloth belt, I may be able to judge his injury."

There is indeed an old pagoda tree in the backyard of this temple.

Lu Xiaofeng found a shovel from the yard.

The shovel was already near the old locust tree, so it was not difficult to find.He walked around the big tree roots of the old locust tree, and he found a trace of digging the soil.The traces are also obvious, and Shengtong may not have thought of covering it up at all.

Lu Xiaofeng picked up the shovel and immediately dug down.

Ximen Chuuxue was standing beside him, but his clothes were too white and looked too spotless, so he was really embarrassed to ask him to do it.

Fortunately, Shengtong wasn't buried too deep, after a few shovels, Lu Xiaofeng saw the oilcloth bag.Not just the one he'd seen, but several others.Lu Xiaofeng picked up a dead branch from the ground, and untied the knots wrapped in oilcloth.

In each oilcloth bag, there were indeed many cloth bands with pus and blood, some of which had dried up, sticking together in red, yellow, yellow and white, and when opened, they emitted an indescribable stench.

Ximen Chuuxue, who has always been obsessed with cleanliness, did not cover his nose. He looked at the cloth belts calmly, and suddenly said, "Bury them."

Lu Xiaofeng immediately buried them back.

"Did you see anything?"

Ximen Chuuxue looked at the moonlight under the locust tree, and said calmly: "He was really hurt."

The people who wrapped these cloth belts were indeed seriously injured.

But it was definitely not the Tangmen arsenosha that caused that kind of injury.

They couldn't find Ye Gucheng, so they had no choice but to go back.

Lu Xiaofeng walked silently in the bleak and cold night wind in the outskirts, looking at the withered and yellow weeds constantly swaying in the wind on both sides of the road, unexpectedly he didn't speak the whole time.

But Ximen Chuuxue knew that he would not be silent for too long.

After walking a long way, Lu Xiaofeng really said: "Ximen, I doubt the honest monk!"

Ximen Chuuxue frowned: "Honest monk?"

"That's right. Don't you think that in what happened in the capital this time, there are too many monks? Gu Qingfeng, Taoist Mu, layman Gu Song, honest monk, Wang An, the chief eunuch." Lu Xiaofeng seemed afraid of being interrupted He said in one breath, "All monks wear white socks. I suspect that there is a mysterious organization similar to Tsing Yi Building and Red Shoes. This organization may be called White Socks!" Good friend, "Simen, do you think what I said makes sense?"

Ximen Fuuxue said bluntly: "I know you have always had a rich imagination, but I always thought you were not that boring!"

Lu Xiaofeng was not discouraged, and continued: "Think about it, if the leader of this organization is an honest monk, after he hurts Ye Gucheng, he can ask Gu Qingfeng to take over Li Yanbei's bet and arrange for Taoist Mu and Layman Gusong to testify Man, in this way, the two major powers in the capital have been included in the pocket at the same time without any trace! Uncle Guisun, Aunt Gongsun and Aunt Ouyang must have been murdered because they discovered his secret. Get very close!"

Ximen Chuuxue suddenly admired Lu Xiaofeng a little bit, at least one thing, Lu Xiaofeng guessed it right, but unfortunately he got the wrong person.

So he was also very curious: "Why do you doubt the honest monk?" Lu Xiaofeng was silent for a while, obviously he was not so sure: "When I went to investigate the Jinpeng case, I also met the honest monk. I said he just came from Ouyang Qing's bed, but Ouyang Qing is still a virgin!"

"So you think he's dishonest?" Ximen Chuixue said coldly, "Even if he's on Ouyang Qing's bed, he can do nothing."

Lu Xiaofeng couldn't help turning his face around, and gave him a strange look, the former Ximen Chuuxue really didn't seem like someone who would say such things.

In the past, Ximen Chuuxue never involved emotions, let alone flesh.

But people change, don't they?

Lu Xiaofeng stopped suddenly, looked at his snow-carved face, and said slowly: "Do you know that Zhang Yingfeng also died in the capital, his fatal wound was on his throat, only a little blood."

Ximen Chuuxue also stopped and looked at Lu Xiaofeng, of course he understood what it meant.

Only an extremely sharp and fast sword can cause this kind of injury, and a single sword can be fatal.

As they looked at each other silently, Lu Xiaofeng suddenly sighed: "But now I know that the person who killed him was not you."

Ximen Chuuxue raised his eyebrows, still meeting his gaze: "Now you already know who it is?"

"I don't know yet." Lu Xiaofeng looked at his friend, his eyes were not suspicious, but full of concern: "But you better be careful, Yan Renying has found someone to deal with you, and there are two tantric lamas among them , and the other three are said to be masters of a mysterious sword sect on the Notre Dame's Water Peak."

Ximen Chuuxue was silent for a while, a warm current suddenly surged in his heart, followed by a strange brilliance in his dark and cold pupils, which was related to the "sword": "You know that on the Peak of the Water of the Virgin The mysterious sword sect?"

"I heard that they are all hermits who have never been born, their swordsmanship is ethereal, unpredictable, and they are no longer swords in the world." Lu Xiaofeng said, "But I never imagined that these legendary masters would also Come to the capital to join in the fun, let alone why they are willing to stand up for Yan Renying."

Lu Xiaofeng couldn't figure it out, but Ximen Chuuxue knew very well: those people are definitely not the mysterious swordsmen on the Peak of the Water of the Virgin, and they will definitely not stand up for Yan Renying.

As for who it is, he already has a lot of guesses in his mind.

He suddenly asked, "Where is Yan Renying?"

"You want to find him?"

Ximen Chuixue said lightly: "I also want to see that fatal wound on Zhang Yingfeng's throat." More importantly, there may be several wax figures on Zhang Yingfeng's body, most likely the wax figures of him and Ye Gucheng!

He can admit to killing Zhang Yingfeng, but Ye Gucheng can't expose it at this time.

"Yan Renying has already prepared to bury his senior brother's body in the Tiancan Altar outside Anding Gate." Lu Xiaofeng smiled wryly, "I can take you there, but you better not think that place is too disgusting!"