Sweet as candy

"Where did you go yesterday?"

Mu Yunyi put down the sword on his waist, turned his head and looked at the old man who was speaking indifferently: "I went to practice sword, what's the matter?"

The old man rested his hand lightly on the table, and looked over with scrutiny in his eyes: "Practicing swords? You have such leisurely thoughts."

"If you count the days, it will be time to close the net." Mu Yunyi said: "If the sword technique is unfamiliar, it will not be so easy to take his life."

The old man chuckled and leaned back slightly, showing a confident look: "The leader made all the tricks before he was alive to prevent anyone from coveting the position of the Mu family. You have the arrangements set by your father, plus your Martial arts, a mere left protector, is nothing to be afraid of."

After that, he changed his posture, looked directly at Mu Yunyi and said, "Boy, let me ask you, what are your plans when you take over your father's position?"

Mu Yunyi's eyes flickered, remembering that Xiao Lang had asked himself this question.

"Your father is a character. I think when he first came to power, there were a few disobedient subordinates who tried every means to embarrass him every day and make him look ugly in front of everyone. Your father pulled out their tongues without saying a word, and since then People dare to make mistakes face to face."

"I don't know if you still have the prestige of your father when you took office." The old man looked at him meaningfully: "I see that the sword on your waist is very sharp, and it is used to cut off the head of the left guardian. Appropriate. What's the name of this sword?"

Mu Yunyi lowered his head, stroking the blade of the sword with his fingertips: "I don't care."

"Fair?" The old man murmured, and suddenly smiled: "A good name, taking revenge on it, is exactly what your father expected of you."

"You have been with my father for so long, why don't you stay in the front line and become popular." Mu Yunyi said: "With your qualifications, my father will definitely not treat you badly."

The old man waved his hand, shook his head and said: "There are too many rules there, and everyone is intriguing like a school girl. We appreciate your father's role, so we are willing to listen to him. If it were someone else, he would have served him with swords and swords."

"Look at that old man. At the beginning, my brothers were chic and happy in their own way, but he was the only one who chose to stay in the church, and now he ended up like this."

"It's not that your father treated him badly. People in the sect are mixed, and most of them are people who are jealous. Since he has chosen this step, he can only count himself as unlucky if he has not been able to fight against others."

There was no sympathy in his words. Mu Yunyi had already reached an agreement with them when He Lao suggested to come here to seek help. They have enough silver.

According to their words, fame and fame are illusory shadows, and only real money can make one truly happy.

"You will know when you are old." The old man said at that time: "When you were young, you always wanted to climb higher, and you wished that everyone would be trampled under your feet. Only when you are old, you realize that these things are not as good as sitting in the capital. In the best restaurant, drinking a bowl of broth with a beautiful girl in your arms makes you feel comfortable."

"Hey, kid, you're not young anymore, have you thought about adding another member to your Mu family?"

Mu Yunyi said coldly, "I can't see that you are so interested in these things."

"Just ask." The old man said: "Hey, why are you acting like a gourd all day long, I have never seen you laughing before."

"You haven't laughed once since you were born, have you?"

Mu Yunyi ignored his question: "The plan is progressing as scheduled, it's time for us to take over Mr. He."

"You are really boring." The old man shook his head: "It is said that your father was a scumbag when he was young. I think you are three points colder than him."

Xiao Lang sat alone for a long time last night, probably because the smell of alcohol gave him the illusion of being hot and dry, which caused him to bear the cool breeze for a long time in a daze, and successfully brought on a headache the next day.

If Shuyan found out, there would be another nagging.

A majestic martial arts leader sneaked into the kitchen without telling anyone, and made himself a bowl of ginger soup.

As soon as the body turned around, piles of documents from outside were sent in.Xiao Lang pressed his head and read a few pages. Xue Shiji came in from the outside, frowning, and seemed to have encountered some kind of problem.

"Brother Xiao, do you still remember the heart loss case that happened when we were in Jiangnan?"

"Remember." Xiao Lang said, "Why, is there any new progress?"

I really don't know what to say about this matter, Xue Shiji sat down and said: "In the town next door, another case like this happened again. The heart of the deceased was hollowed out and his body was exposed in the wilderness."

Xiao Lang paused his pen, raised his head and said, "Have you checked your identity?"

"I checked." Xue Shiji said: "Originally, it would be fine for the government to investigate this matter, but it happened that this person was found out to be the most favored disciple in the Kongshan Sect, and he was only sixteen this year. The chaos has become a mess, and this has brought trouble to the Wulin League."

Last time he was a fool without father and mother, this time he was a young hero, there was obviously no connection between the two, but Xiao Lang felt a strange feeling in his heart.

Could it be the same person?

He straightened the things on the case, got up and said, "Let's take a look."

Chaos broke out in the official residence, the disciples of the Kongshan Sect surrounded the gate tightly, Xue Shiji shouted to excuse me several times, and then squeezed in together with Xiao Lang.

Fu Rong, the head of the Kongshan Sect, was sitting in the main hall with a serious face. In front of him was a dead body covered with a white cloth. Standing beside him were a few tearful disciples holding hands. They probably had a good relationship with the deceased.

"Master Fu."

Grieving the loss of his beloved disciple, Fu Rong simply responded, and Xiao Lang whispered something in his ear. After getting permission, he stepped forward a few steps and lifted a corner of the white cloth.

"what!"

Seeing this, several female disciples who were less courageous screamed out, and quickly covered their eyes with their hands, their bodies trembling slightly.

They had more or less heard of the bizarreness of this case, but few of them had actually seen the corpse.

Some people couldn't help being curious, and tremblingly peeked through the gaps between their fingers, only to see Xiao Lang raised the corner of the cloth to take a look with a serious face, and put the cloth down again after confirming something.

The corpse didn't look like it had suffered any abuse. Except for the heart that had been dug up, there were no scars on the rest.

Is the other party's intention really only this heart?

Seeing this, the people watching started talking in low voices. Fu Rongqing coughed, and slammed the crutch in his hand on the ground. In an instant, all the whispering voices disappeared.

"Calm down for me." Fu Rong said with a sad face: "Ji Hua has already left, don't disturb the quiet behind him again."

Everyone lowered their heads together, Fu Rong turned to the county magistrate and said, "Magistrate, please investigate this matter to the bottom. Ji Hua is kind and has never made any enemies. I want to know, Who is it that is so vicious to kill my apprentice like this!"