Chapter 392

The gate of the palace is not a place to talk. After a brief negotiation with the eldest disciple, officials came here one after another. Ji Mingxiu put down the curtain and let the carriage out of the palace.

On the way back, the more Qiao Wei thought about the words of the elder disciple, the more he felt something strange: "Mingxiu, do you think what he said is true?"

Ji Mingxiu hugged Xiao Wangshu, who was already asleep in his arms, and said, "look at him, I don't think he's lying."

If the eldest disciple really didn't lie, it would be really not easy.

As for the murderer in those years, they all knew that he was acting under orders. He was not really behind the scenes. Even without him, Princess Zhaoming would be hurt by someone else. The reason why they took great pains to find him was that he could understand the poison in the body of Mingxiu and MINGYE.

But what did the wizard say just now?

He's dead?

Just a few months ago.

They started looking for that person a few months ago, too?

How could this happen?

It's like Deliberately not to be found?

Who could have done it?

Muwangfu?

Guoshi hall?

I'm afraid I have to ask Fu Xueyan about this.

The carriage soon arrives at Ji's house. Master Huo, the leader and his third Highness's carriage arrive early. Several people don't know that the eldest disciple of the national master has talked to them about the terms, but Ji Mingxiu and Qiao Wei don't plan to hide it from them. They take them along on the way to Fu Xueyan.

On the way, the third highness was caught by the awakened Wangshu to play in vain.

Fu Xueyan's stomach is gradually unable to cover up. She reduces her outdoor activities and tries to stay in the hospital on weekdays. When she sees Qiao Wei and her party coming over, she puts on a loose loquat button gauze dress to cover her stomach.

Qiao Wei first tells Fu Xueyan about the result of the duel with the national master hall. Few people are surprised by the result. After all, everyone saw Shu playing a big bow last night. To their surprise, the news brought by the elder disciple is that he did not hesitate to steal the secret collection in order to redeem his master's life. The murderer who was burned at home is really suspicious.

"Well, isn't he a martial arts expert? How did you burn to death at home? He didn't even know how to escape? " The Archbishop said to the point.

Qiao Wei nodded and said firmly: "the person who practices Jiuyang palm to the Ninth level is by no means an ordinary person. He can't walk in the water. There's something wrong with the fire. He was killed."

If they don't die early, they don't die late. It's a coincidence that they die when they start to look for the secret collection.

"Could it be muwangfu?" Qiao Wei asked.

Fu Xueyan shook his head slowly: "it's impossible. That man is mu Qiuyang's master. Mu Qiuyang always respects him. He has no children and treats Mu Qiuyang as if he were his own. Lord Mu also thinks highly of him and expects him to teach all the Nine Yang palms to his son. I don't think that before Mu Qiuyang learns all the Nine Yang palms, Mu's house will send someone to deal with him. "

The ancients respected their teachers more than the modern people. In their eyes, Shifu was almost the second father. From this point of view, muwangfu was really not able to do such a thing.

From the perspective of interests, Mu Qiuyang's Nine Yang palm has not yet reached the Ninth level. His master still has the value of using it, and King Mu's house will not let him have an accident easily.

The master blinked: "is it the National Teacher hall? Could it be that the group of smelly witches knew that we had captured Mu Qiuyang, and were afraid that King Mu's house would replace him with Mu Qiuyang's master, so they were in a hurry to kill Mu Qiuyang's master? "

This guess is not unreasonable. The rats in the palace of the national master can even cultivate the mortals, which can destroy human relations. What evil can they do?

It's just that guoshidian's doing this is tantamount to tearing open his face with muwangfu. Guoshidian is busy dealing with Ji's family now. Is it so stupid to build a strong enemy in yeluo before dealing with Ji's family?

The idea turns around, Qiao Wei feels the chin suspiciously, the vision sweeps, see Ji Mingxiu from come in then don't speak, have been pondering over what, can't help but ask: "do you think of what?"

Ji Ming said, "I'm thinking about the turtle dove."

Qiaowei asked oddly, "why do you suddenly think of him? Do you suspect that he killed Mu Qiuyang's master? "

Ji Mingxiu shook his head faintly: "I haven't thought about it yet. I just wonder who he is? Is it from muwangfu or guoshidian? If it's one of them, he should also show up for this public visit. "

Qiao Wei frowned thoughtfully: "he grabbed Jingyun to redeem Mu Qiuyang earlier, which made me think that he was from Muwang mansion, but it seems that he is not?"

Ji Ming said: "do you remember when you went to buy the cinnabar, cangjiu and King Yin were also buying the cinnabar? I later verified that the reason why King Yin needed dansha was that Princess Rong suddenly fell ill. Princess Rong told King Yin that she needed Fengxue dansha to recover. King Yin went to buy cinnabar for Rong Fei. What about cangjiu? What is he for? "

Qiao Wei quickly grasped something: "in order to prevent us from getting the cinnabar! In order to let us lose to the national palace! He is secretly helping the national palace! But he is not a member of the National Palace. It's really strange. "Ji Mingxiu pondered: "he's not helping the National Palace. He's making a stumbling block for us. We are the people he has to deal with. He didn't kidnap Jing Yun to redeem Mu Qiuyang in order to admire Qiuyang, just to make us lose a chip to control Mu Wangfu."

Qiao Wei held her cheek in both hands and said, "he wants to deal with us so much. Will Mu Qiuyang's master be killed by him?"

Ji Mingxiu did not answer, but suddenly looked at the opposite Fu Xueyan: "what do you think of Miss Fu?"

Fu Xueyan gently drank a mouthful of tea, drooped his eyes and said, "I don't know."

Qiao Wei said: "don't think about this. Haven't haishisan gone to yeluo? Let him check the cause of master Mu Qiuyang's death and see if he can find any clues. "

The archdeacon didn't like the big brother's look at Fu Xueyan. He quickly said, "yes, yes, the most urgent thing is to get the rubbings of the secret collection. I don't know if the little wizard has mastered it in the end."

……

Changhuan hall, the autumn wind is rustling.

The Xiongnu envoys, who were still singing and dancing last night, are surprisingly quiet today. For nothing else, they are defeated by yeluo. At this time, singing and dancing make people feel that they are somewhat Schadenfreude, although they are really schadenfreude.

Who let yeluo people use them in the first place? They can be in the heart all the time nest a breath, night Luo big defeat, they simply want to be joyful.

It's just that I'm happy in my heart, but I still have to keep a low profile and feel a little painful in my face.

The eldest disciple entered the Changhuan hall and the main courtyard where they lived. Several patrolling disciples came forward to greet him: "elder martial brother!"

The eldest disciple answered as usual and said to several people, "I just went outside to buy some medicine. What's the matter with Shifu?"

One of the disciples said, "if you go back to the elder martial brother, master, the old man's condition is not very good. The Taiyi of Daliang came and prescribed some medicine for internal injuries."

"Where's the medicine?" Asked the elder disciple.

The disciple replied, "in the kitchen, I've just boiled it. It will take a while to get better."

The eldest disciple zhengse said, "I'm going to cook medicine. You keep the yard. No one is allowed to come in without my command."

"Yes

Several people gave way to the eldest disciple. The eldest disciple went to the kitchen. It was already dusk when a bowl of soup was cooked. He poured the soup into the bowl, and every little medicine residue went clean. Then he took the bowl with a tray and went to the teacher's room.

He knocked on the door: "master, it's me. I came in."

Inside, no response.

He gently pushed open the door, a faint smell of acne medicine came to his nose.

The Taiyi of Daliang was just like this. They didn't dare to give people the medicine of tiger and wolf. They all used the warm prescription. But in the case of the national master, how could a little golden sore medicine wipe it off?

I'm afraid this bowl of recovery soup has little effect.

"Master." The eldest disciple came to the bed and looked at the unconscious master on the bed. He put down the bowl and helped him up. "Master, take the medicine."

One day, the National Master seemed to be ten years old. His face was pale and withered. Maybe he didn't hear what he said. There was almost no reaction when he took the medicine. It was very difficult for him to take half of the medicine and sprinkle half of it.

After a bowl of medicine was fed, the eldest disciple was sweating all over.

A few drops of medicine were sprinkled on the national master's clothes. In fact, it was good to wipe them, but the eldest disciple insisted on changing his dry clothes.

"Master."

The elder disciple gave a gentle call.

The National Teacher fell into a weak sleep.

The eldest disciple tucked in the corner of his quilt, walked to the wardrobe and put his hand on a big mahogany box.

His heart jumped up with a thump, and even his breathing was disordered because of his guilty heart.

He looked back at the master and saw that he was still sleeping deeply, so he braved himself to open the box.

There is a pile of clothes in the box. Under the clothes is another box. When the box is opened again, it is a silver box.

The silver box was locked, but he knew where the key was.

He crept to the bedside, took out a key from his pillow and opened the silver box.

There were several rubbings in the silver box. He counted them one by one. There were nine rubbings in total. Each one should be nine Jiuyang palms.

He put the secret collection on the table, spread out the white paper and began to copy.

Dong Dong!

There was a knock outside the door.

The eldest disciple was so scared that his hands trembled. The nib of his pen ran out and made a long mark on the secret collection.

He calmed down and asked, "what's the matter?"

The man outside said, "elder martial brother, dinner is ready."

As usual, the eldest disciple said, "you eat first, I'll accompany the master for a while, and then come back."

"Yes, elder martial brother."

The people outside left.

With a long sigh of relief, the eldest disciple wiped the cold sweat on his forehead with his sleeve. Looking at the secret collection which had been copied for a long time but was completely destroyed, he frowned fiercely!He burned the copy and took out a new piece of white paper.

I thought it would be a great success this time, but just after I wrote a word, there was a quiet wind blowing down the corridor.

Martial arts practitioners' intuition tells him that someone is coming!

Instead of copying, he hurriedly put the secret collection back into the silver box. Because of the confusion, a page of the secret collection floated down to the table.

He stooped to pick it up, but the man had already come to the door and began to push it.

With a jump in his brow, he closed the box and put it back into the box!

A cold breath slowly penetrated through the crack of the door.

He stood in front of the bed for a few seconds, looking at the direction of the door, but he didn't know why. Just before the door was completely opened, he hid under the bed!

The door opened, and a cool thin moonlight slanted on the floor. From the perspective of the elder disciple, I could see a shadow on the ground. However, only in a moment, the door closed again.

The man walked slowly towards the bedside, and the sound of his steps was very light. When a person's internal power reached a certain level, his steps would be quieter than ordinary people.

The first disciple wanted to see who he was, but he only saw the hem of his cloak, which almost hung on the ground and covered his shoes.

Under the strong medicine fragrance, there seems to be a pleasant fragrance floating, faint, not very true.

The man stopped at the bed.

The elder disciple didn't know whether he was a friend or an enemy, so he quietly touched the dagger on his waist.

However, he waited under the bed for a long time, and did not wait for the other party to kill.

The other side just stood quietly in front of the bed, as if looking at the national teacher and the whole room.

After a while, the man spoke slowly: "I've tried my best to help you, but you've failed. I told you that the Ji family is not so easy to deal with, have you?"

The eldest disciple was stunned when he heard that.

The man then said, "if you lose, you will lose. Even the blood moon bow has been paid. You really deserve your school."

The elder disciple's brow is wrinkled. Is xueyuegong really replaced by Ji's family?!

The man then said, "it was agreed at the beginning that if you win, I will not interfere in the grudge between you and the Ji family. But if you lose, the rubbings of the secret collection belong to me. I'm here to get rubbings."

Then the man left the bed and came to the wardrobe.

The first disciple heard the sound of the box and the silver box being opened.

Also at this time, the elder disciple's eyes swept and saw a rubbings under the table.

His heart, instantly raised to the throat!

"Why? Why is one less? " The man muttered.

This secret collection is complete. If one is missing, it only means that it has been touched.

There are no more than three people in the whole world who can move the things of the national master. In today's Changhuan hall, there is only one elder disciple left.

The first disciple trembled with fear.

Step by step, the man came to the bedside. I don't know if he was guilty. The eldest disciple always felt that he was about to be found. At this moment, a disciple's message came out of the door: "elder martial brother, the prime minister's wife asked for help. She said she was coming to treat the master's injury!"

The man stopped, snorted coldly, put on the secret, offered a red silk, opened the window and jumped out.

……

When Qiao Wei came to the National Teacher's room, the man had already disappeared. Even a trace of fragrance in the air was blown away by the night wind.

The first disciple welcomed Qiao Wei in: "you came to treat my master's wound?"

Qiaowei put the medicine box on the table: "how can it be? I'm here to see if you've got anything. I'm afraid it will change if it's too late. "

The first disciple did not speak.

Qiao Wei looked at him with a wrong look. Her face sank: "won't it be right? I didn't get it? "

The eldest disciple cleared his throat: "if you get it, you will get it, that is..."

"What's the matter?" Jovi looked at him coldly.

"Not all of them." The eldest disciple silently finished and handed the remaining rubbings to Qiao Wei.

Qiao Wei took a look in her hand and said: "although I can't understand yeluo Wen, is it too little? Are you sure the whole book is on this piece of paper? "

"I got them all, but..." The eldest disciple wanted to stop talking. This kind of thing should not have been told to an outsider, but it was related to the life of the national teacher, so he insisted on telling the story just now.

Qiao Wei is not calm: "does your master still have an accomplice?"

"Don't speak so harshly. That man didn't do anything. He just reminded my Shifu Ji family that it's hard to deal with." Fearing that Qiao Wei would not let go of this stubble, she continued, "that man took away all the rubbings in the box, leaving only the eighth one."

Qiao Wei is not so easy to be led by his nose: "you didn't do anything, you don't believe it yourself!"The first disciple cleared his throat and said, "do you think this page is useful or not?"

They already have six secrets in their hands, seven or nine to seven. This is exactly what they need.

The first disciple observed his words and said, "is it useful? So Will this be my deposit? You give me time, and I'll get the rest of the secrets back for you. "

It's good that he can go after nature, but it's Daliang after all. Ji's family may go faster.

Qiaowei asked, "what does that man look like? What's your last name, what's your name, what's your characteristics? "

The eldest disciple thought for a moment and said, "I didn't see the appearance clearly, and I didn't know the identity very well. I only knew that the voice of the man was indistinguishable between male and female, and his weapon was a piece of red silk."