Chapter 4 Where is he?

  Fang asked the question, but no one answered in time.

  The woman in the red skirt has a pair of long legs that make it difficult for men to move their eyes away. She sits on the beam, her posture is somewhat ungraceful, as a woman, she should not have opened her legs so wide. Because they are open too wide, her long skirt has slipped above her knees, revealing two small white legs that are dazzlingly white, a bit more and they would be fat, a bit less and they would be thin.

  If these legs appear in Hong Kong's red-light district, they will attract countless greedy gazes from wealthy clients.

  If the owner of these legs is willing, then there will necessarily be not a few people crawling under her feet, kissing her toes, and even sucking them into their mouths.

  Very beautiful legs, very beautiful feet.

  She wasn't drunk, but with a tipsy gaze she looked down at the handsome young man looking up at her. She knew that from this angle his eyes would inevitably see something they shouldn't, but she didn't care in the slightest.

  To know that when she escaped from the famous mountain with this young man, it was her who changed his diapers every day, fed him, and even in most of his childhood nights, this shameless guy always liked to sleep by hugging her neck.

  That year, she was only twelve years old. That year, on that degenerate night, he couldn't find anything by groping and feeling her chest.

  Of course, if she knew that this guy had evil intentions when he was pinching that pink powder when he was very young, she would definitely castrate this loser without hesitation.

  But who would have thought that he was already mentally mature when he was still a baby?

  She knew he was a genius, but had no idea that this genius actually cheated.

  The withered old man, who was still savoring the flavor of dog meat behind the bookshelf, was taken aback and looked at Fang Jie's serious and solemn expression with a sigh. He subconsciously turned his head to glance at the sword scabbard that never left his side more than half a meter away, thinking about the great secret hidden inside it made his heart skip a beat.

  For so many years, Jian Xia had been in his hands.

  All these years, only he knew what was hidden in the sword case.

  Even Mu Xiaoyao didn't know.

  The woman in a red skirt sitting on the beam is Mu Xiaoyao. Her waist was very slender, extremely slender. In contrast, her hips were very raised and her legs were very long.

  At that time, the person who handed Fang Jie over to them when he was still in his infancy had instructed Mu Xiaoyao and Gan Ruan separately in his study. But fifteen years have passed, Mu Xiaoyao doesn't know what that person said to Gan Ruan, and Gan Ruan also doesn't know what that person said to Mu Xiaoyao.

  "Merchant country's grudge, you speak!"

  She lay down on the beam with her back arched and one leg dangling from the beam, swinging back and forth.

  "So you're Shang Guo Hen."

  It's a bit hard to shift one's gaze away from the big white legs and back, looking at the withered old man wearing a dirty leather robe that he hadn't changed in fifteen years, saying: "I always thought you were called Big Dog"

  Moyao was previously called Daquan because his nose was so sensitive that it made dogs jealous. When a fairy reaches the extreme, they are called a great immortal. When a demon reaches the extreme, they are called a great demon. When a dog reaches the extreme... it's Moyao. Over the years, relying on his nose, he had dodged countless crises and found countless ways out. It wasn't until Fang Jie arrived in this world that he discovered that human noses could also be used to such an amazing extent.

  Generally speaking, a toxic substance can be identified by just a whiff in front of his nose.

  His nose could even distinguish whether the flies flying in front of him were male or female. I remember that at first, Fang didn't believe it and asked how he could tell them apart. The big dog swore that the female fly had a lewd and seductive smell... Because of this sentence, he was slapped on the side of his nose by Mo Xiaoyao for no reason.

  "Massage my waist! Call out my name!"

  A thin old man like a withered tree and dry firewood pointed at Xiao Yao's waist and shouted: "I have a name!"

  "Okay big dog"

  Mei lay on the beam in her room, waving her hand, but her face couldn't be seen.

  "My name is Daquan!"

  "Got it, big dog."

  He found himself sitting in a chair, muttering to himself: "Shang Guo Hen... what a great name, with a hint of faint melancholy. If I hadn't seen your face, this name could have fooled several young girls who are just starting to develop feelings... But you don't like it, is it worse than 'Big Dog'?"

  "Because Daquan is the name given by his master."

  Mei Xiao Yao said slowly from above.

  "Alright"

  "Tell me, who is the master you people keep mentioning? And what's my relationship with him? For all these years, it's been you guys protecting me, I'm grateful. But what I don't understand is, why am I being hunted down? Is it related to this master of yours? If so, please give me an explanation. I can't keep going on like this, not even knowing who I am."

  "You are square"

  "The Great Dog replied seriously: 'The unique solution in heaven and earth is square root.'"

  "Really? Really?"

  "Fang Jie smiled wryly and shook his head, saying: 'This is the 127th time I've asked you about my origins over the years, and it's also the 127th time you've given me this unoriginal answer. That's right, I'm Fang Jie, the one and only Fang Jie in heaven and earth... with two perverted masters by my side, but unable to cultivate, right?'"

  He hesitated for a moment before asking: "Are you two perverts?"

  Mei Xiao shook her head, but the big dog nodded.

  "This..."

  The big dog hesitated for a moment, then said somewhat despondently: "Don't worry, I never believed that with your background you wouldn't be practicing internal alchemy. Even if you're an ordinary person, out of the 128 acupoints, at least three to five should be opened. You being so clueless must have some problem. But I couldn't figure out what it is. Don't worry, when we get to Chang'an, let's find a medical daoist to take a look."

  Speechless and frustrated, he asked again: "Really won't tell me, who am I after all?"

  "Not yet!"

  The big dog shook its head and curled up behind the bookshelf: "When the time comes, I'll give you the sword case, and you'll naturally know."

  He looked at the greyish-black, dirty scabbard with despair in his eyes. From young to old, he had tried opening that scabbard more than five hundred times, but unfortunately, not once had he succeeded.

  He withdrew his gaze from the sword hilt and looked at the account in front of him: "What else can I do besides making money?"

  Lying on the beam, Mu Xiao's slender waist let out a soft sigh, and in a voice that only she could hear, she murmured: "One hundred twenty-eight acupoints... it can be unblocked, what a wonder..."

  She touched a certain place in her bosom, where she had hidden something for fifteen years.

  ……

  ……

  Tens of thousands of miles away from Fanggu City, on the banks of the Yangtze River, in an inconspicuous small fishing village.

  On the ground, seven or eight bodies were lying horizontally and vertically, wearing the same clothes, but the fatal wounds were different. If an experienced coroner saw these bodies, he could see at least four ways of killing on them. The world was settled more than a hundred years ago, the pattern had been formed, and the chaotic era ended, so killing became no longer unusual.

  The county head who came from thirty miles away squatted down and examined the bodies carefully.

  The same attire, a light gray long gown, and no weapons can be seen by his side.

  Fang Hen looked at the neck of one of the corpses and muttered to himself, "The neck bone was crushed... The killer had a huge grip. There's another one who used a knife, one who used a stick, and what about the other one? A hammer? An axe?"

  He turned his head to look at the corpse beside him, whose face was almost flattened, with no discernible features, a broken nose, eyes that had been shocked out of their sockets, and even teeth that had almost all fallen out. This must have been caused by a heavy weapon smashing into his face, but he just couldn't determine what kind of heavy weapon it was.

  It's too big and doesn't look like a hammer or an axe.

  It should be a very flat thing, if it were hammered on the face with this intensity, the head would explode.

  This death made Fang Heng's mind suddenly think of something out of nowhere.

  Rice Paddle

  It was as if a giant iron fan had fanned across the face of the deceased.

  "Seize him!"

  Not far away, a catcher picked up a round thing from the ground and took a closer look, but couldn't figure out what it was. The thing had fallen into the sandy soil and was buried more than half way. If he hadn't walked by and kicked up the sand, it wouldn't have been discovered. A strange wooden little ball with a small hole on it.

  Fang Hen was about to walk away with the pearl when he suddenly changed his expression after taking a look at it.

  "It's a rosary!"

  He let out a low cry, then turned around and squatted down to remove the hats from the top of each corpse's head. When he saw the scars on their foreheads, Fang Shui's face immediately became somewhat unsightly.

  "They are all Buddhist."

  He stood up with a solemn expression.

  Although Da Wei didn't have a good impression of those Buddhist disciples who would do anything to cross the river, and the Buddhists didn't have any special privileges in Da Wei. But this matter was really not ordinary, and it's likely that even the county's capture head couldn't suppress it. The Buddhists had an absolutely revered status outside of Da Wei, and even several countries' emperors were directly chosen by the Buddhists.

  The greatest right in the world is not in the hands of some emperor, but in the Daxueshan Temple!

  The words of Da Lun Ming Wang carry more weight than those of any emperor.

  The Buddhist sect and the local Taoist sect of Da Wei have never gotten along well. If the Buddhist sect were to take advantage of this incident to accuse Da Wei... Fang Hen shivered with cold sweat, turned around and ordered: "Transport all the corpses back to the county government office, and let County Magistrate handle it."

  A few hundred meters away from the scene of the murder, a large tree had someone hiding in its dense branches. Seeing the captors leave, he raised the corner of his mouth and jumped down from the big tree, disappearing after a few flashes. He turned into a forest and ran all the way to the deepest part of the woods without stopping.

  "Night owl... how's it going?"

  He had just stopped in his tracks when a man leaped down from a large tree and blocked his way, asking: "Have those big-nosed dogs of the Sui dynasty all left?"

  The man called Night Owl nodded and said: "Let's go. But it seems that this little catcher has some skills today. Where is the young master?"

  "Inside two miles... you still call her Young Mistress and it's still pleasant to your mouth"

  "After calling for so many years, how can it not be smooth!"

  The night owl smiled and ran quickly into the woods.

  Under a exceptionally tall pagoda tree, two people held weapons and were on guard. One was a robust man who looked to be about 2.5 meters tall, standing there like an iron tower. Although the winter along the Yangtze River wasn't cold, it was still much colder than in the summer. But this robust man had his upper body exposed, revealing a bronze-colored skin. The most eye-catching thing was the bright red qilin tattoo on his body.

  This man was too majestic, and anyone who saw him would feel a sense of fear. He held in his hand a huge wooden sword, the back of which was even thicker than a door plank.

  Another one is a person wearing a bamboo hat to cover his face, hanging his head and wiping the weapon in his hand, a very special weapon.

  That was a pair of... bronze cymbals.

  Under the big locust tree sat two women, one with her head lowered as if she was asleep. She held a sword in her arms, without a scabbard or sword box. The sword's body was like a pool of autumn water, moving people's hearts. Because her head was lowered, it was impossible to see what this woman looked like, and just looking at her figure was enough to make one gaze in admiration.

  Next to the sword-wielding woman was another woman.

  She looked like she was fifteen or sixteen years old, propping up her chin and staring at the sky.

  She had a head of raven-black beautiful long hair, which was even more striking under her white dress. Her face was very pale, with a weak and pale complexion. She was slender in build, with thin shoulders that evoked sympathy.

  At first glance, she doesn't seem like the kind of beauty who can topple cities and kingdoms. At first sight, she looks very ordinary. But if you take a closer look, you'll find that her features are all quite delicate, and if you look even more closely, you'll discover that she's actually quite captivating. The most captivating part is those bright and clean eyes of hers. Very clean, so clean it makes people jealous. Perhaps what can be seen in these eyes might not be the same as others.

  Young Master

  The night owl flew in from a distance and said urgently, "We have to go, the pursuers will be back."

  "Where are you going?"

  The white-clothed girl shook her head and said with some sadness: "How much longer are you going to make me be a substitute for death?"

  Five people protect one girl.

  She said she was a scapegoat.

  And where is the person she died for?

  This is something she often thinks about.