He sat down generously and spoke humbly. He probably knew why the head of the Bian family in Yuhua Pavilion, Bian Wuguo, Taoist Bian, came here. He also roughly knew who Bian Zhengfeng, who fell to his death in Yijian Gorge, was following. temper.
On the surface, he is upright, but secretly he does some dirty things.
Zhang Wenfeng leaned forward and tapped the tea table twice with his fingers, expressing his gratitude to the protector for personally pouring him tea.
I picked up the tea cup and took a sip. It tasted very different from the spiritual tea I tasted at Yunqiu Heshifang last time.
It brings back sweetness and promotes body fluids, leaving a lingering fragrance in the mouth, and a line of cool spiritual energy spreads in the body.
He was delayed underground for three months. The ten Lingcha seeds he purchased, which were seriously lacking in vitality, had no chance of being cultivated into autumn seedlings. He had to wait until spring to raise seedlings. Next year, he might be able to harvest one or two kilograms of autumn tea to quench his thirst.
After drinking a cup of spiritual tea, he put down the cup and waited for Bian Wuguo to attack.
When the soldiers came to cover up the water and the earth, he originally thought that the life would be extinguished, and one more thing would be better than one less thing, so as to make peace with the matter. If the other party was aggressive, he was not prepared to give him face. It would be safe to bring the matter to the table. After all, the monks of the Da'an Dynasty were all Bound by the law of Tao.
Bian Wuguo chatted with Xie Moling for a few words, looked at the young man who was calm and composed, and said with a smile: "Zhang Xiaoyou, can you and your nephew Bian Zhengfeng get to know each other?"
Zhang Wenfeng heard what the other party said and knew that things couldn't go well today. He didn't fall for this verbal trap and said with a smile: "Daoist Master Bian, if you have something urgent, please just say it directly. Zhang meets many people every day, and some of them will nod. You’ll forget about them once you meet them, you really may not know them.”
"Okay, okay, I was the one being abrupt."
Bian Wuguo hit a soft spot. He didn't expect that young people today would dare to talk to him like this.
He wanted to be famous and put things on the table to convince the other party with his status.
Little did he know that the other party didn't agree with him and made a miscalculation.
"On the evening of September 15th, someone saw you, a barefoot woman in a black skirt, and a black donkey entering the Qianluo Mountains and flying towards Yijian Gorge. Can you tell me where to rest that night? "
There was no sign of anger on Bian Wuguo's face, so he changed his strategy and continued to ask.
Xie Moling listened with a smile. He did not interrupt. Ever since he learned that a barefoot woman wearing a jade plaque "Treat each other with courtesy" appeared in Xianling Temple, under the ancient instructions, he made some inquiries about Zhang Wenfeng's whereabouts and past. investigation.
The information he grasped included some things Bian Wuguo knew, and he also wanted to know how Zhang Wenfeng would answer.
"It was getting late that day, so I rested at Tingfeng Rock in Yijian Gorge."
Zhang Wenfeng admitted frankly that the other party made it clear and he would have lost three points if he kept it hidden.
He knew that Protector Xie was not a monk from Yuhua Pavilion, and monks from various major sects could not hold the position of Daolu branch in the state where the sect was located, except in the capital.
"The next day, that is, the morning of September 16th, were you in the Yijian Gorge area?"
"We left the Qianluo Mountains at about three o'clock."
"Then, before leaving, did you meet the two male and female Jianwei Realm monks from our Yuhua Pavilion?"
"Around 1:10 a.m., we searched for the treasure to no avail. While resting on a hill, we exchanged a few words with two male and female monks who flew from the east. Both parties were fine. They fell in the direction of Yijian Gorge, and we continued Looking for magical herbs.”
Zhang Wenfeng briefly talked about the conversation with Bian Zhengfeng.
Bian Wuguo's face turned cold and he shouted: "Since you met by chance and have no conflict of interest or hatred towards each other, why did you kill them both? You can't quibble. I heard that there is a mark on Fengyan that you killed with your sword. There are more than one trace."
Guided step by step, it was enough for him to confirm that Zhang Wenfeng and Bian Zhengfeng would meet near Yijian Gorge.
No one can be seen alive, and no body can be seen dead. He guessed that if his nephew fights against the other party, he will of course put all the blame on the other party and avenge his nephew. How can a little guy who does not have the strength of a strong sect fight with him?
Zhang Wenfeng looked at Xie Moling, who had never spoken, and said with cupped hands: "I would like to ask Protector Xie, in the territory of Da'an Dynasty, a monk from a sect family knew the law and broke the law, and arranged a formation to surround and rob the governor of the state city. How should he be punished?"
Xie Moling stopped smiling and said solemnly: "If the situation is true, the cultivation should be abolished and the crime should be punished with death!" He glanced at the frowning Bian Wuguo and said: "And punish his family's crime of 'not educating people'."
"Thank you, Lord Protector, for clarifying my doubts."
Zhang Wenfeng handed his identity token to Xie Moling with both hands and said: "This is the situation recorded by my subordinates. Please judge Xie Moling!"
When Xie Moling took the identity token, he knew that this shrewd guy had left evidence. His spiritual sense penetrated into the token to check. He did not choose to disclose the image. The matter had not yet reached that point. Bian Wuguo, a free-spirited monk, Save some face.
Bian Wuguo really came to the wrong door for daring to bully his subordinates like this.
After quickly "listening" to the record, which had no image but only sound, he took out a spiritual jade, transferred the image, and returned the ID card to Zhang Wenfeng. He did not erase the evidence inside the ID card.
"Brother Bian, take a look at this 'image' first."
Bian Wuguo took the Lingyu and read it with an expressionless expression. He returned the Lingyu to Xie Moling, squinted at the young Taoist priest opposite him, and sneered: "From the analysis of the dialogue in the video, it is Ni Mi who is adding fuel to the flames and bewitching." Bian Zhengfeng did something stupid."
There is only half a sub-image, and there is no subsequent battle part.
He downplayed all the blame and put it on the female monk from Jinghua Pavilion that day. Anyway, there was no evidence to prove it.
He didn't believe that Xie Moling only intercepted half of the video and showed it to him. He and Xie Moling had nothing to do with each other.
I don’t even believe that this kid can come up with a new piece of video evidence?
In a very bad mood, Bian Zhengfeng secretly scolded the dead-balled Bian Zhengfeng for doing such a stupid thing and bringing shame to the family.
Zhang Wenfeng took out a small black iron sword from his cuff. It was when he was ordered to perform a mission in the wild wilderness. His patrolman ID tag. After the battle of Guiziling, all the monks' sword-shaped ID tags were not put away. As a commemorative instrument for the monks who participated in the battle to keep, Donkey would often hang his gray sword-shaped token around his neck to show off silently.
Xie Moling once again took over the small black iron sword that recorded the later part of the image. The young man was very angry. He wanted to confront the matter clearly and prove the fault of the Bian family in Jianhua Pavilion for "not educating them".
He was a little embarrassed while looking at it and had to think of a way around it.
He didn't want to leave trouble for his promising subordinates. It was understandable that young people were impulsive, but it was not a good thing to offend a monk in the Free Realm. Although Bian Wuguo acted like a rogue, even he despised him from the bottom of his heart.
Just looking at Xie Moling's face, Bian Wuguo knew that the sinister boy had brought out evidence against him.
He was not so stupid and waited for being slapped in the face again. He stood up and said to Xie Moling: "Suddenly I remembered that there is another important matter that needs to be dealt with as soon as possible. Forgive me, brother Xie. Next time, Bian will treat me to a guest and apologize! Excuse me!"
Xie Moling returned the small black iron sword to Zhang Wenfeng and quickly stood up to see him off. He said, "Brother Bian, please go and take care of something first. Come and have tea when you are free. I am neglecting you. I am neglecting you."
"Where, where."
The two of them walked out politely, knowing some things tacitly and not going to get to the bottom of it.
Bian Zhengfeng and the other woman were both dead, so even if the Bian family was to be treated for "no education", it would be insignificant.
Zhang Wenfeng smiled and stood up to say goodbye. He knew it would be like this.
He had heard about Protector Xie's temperament and conduct from Yun Qiuhe. He was able to protect his subordinates, had a smooth temperament, and was good at handling complex relationships.
Otherwise, Protector Xie would be handling all the affairs of the city, and Mr. Yuan Zheng would rarely show up.
Zhang Wenfeng didn't want to get entangled with Bian Wuguo, who wanted to find out who he was if he found any clues. Since his status was not advantageous, he could only rely on Protector Xie's power to nail the case down in one fell swoop.
Such a shameless Free Realm monk, the evidence is solid and he still wants to mess around.
His horizons were also opened. Fortunately, he had saved a few things.
After sending Bian Wuguo away and returning, Xie Moling went straight to sit behind the desk and motioned to Zhang Wenfeng to move a chair and sit down. He should not be too close to his subordinates and had to have a sense of distance. He asked: "The woman you often go out and walk with, What's your name? How did you meet? Can you tell me about it?"
"Dr. Over time, I was looking for a place to stay and practice. I saw that the token was genuine, I talked to her, and her behavior was good, so I agreed to let her stay. Thank you, protector. Is there any problem with her identity?"
Zhang Wenfeng had already prepared a draft. Except for the name, which was true, the rest of the fabrication was reasonable.
He didn't believe who else would dare to confront Mo Ye? No one can be found either.
Xie Moling pondered for a moment, ignored the little guy's inquiry, and continued to ask: "Have you seen what is engraved on the back of the jade plaque hanging on her waist?"
"I've seen it, it's the words 'treat each other with courtesy'."
"Where has she gone now? Do you know."
"He said he ended his travels and went back east. I didn't ask where exactly."
Zhang Wenfeng answered calmly.
Xie Moling asked some more detailed questions, trying to learn as much as possible about the mysterious Mo Ye.
According to the analysis of the information he collected, the woman who could suddenly appear from the library at the critical moment, pull away Zhang Wenfeng and attack with a sword, and prevent Feng Chengfeng from being killed by the sword, must be a free-spirited monk.
In fact, they had been waiting for the mysterious woman to come to their door and use the jade token.
They are ready to provide corresponding reception and help and exchange their previous merits.
Unexpectedly, the woman left without saying a word.
Seeing that he couldn't get anything more valuable out of the question, Xie Moling warned him sincerely that one should be down-to-earth in practice, and should not be impetuous and take risks, etc. These were words of concern that brought them closer to each other. He stood up and sent Zhang Wenfeng to the door.
Zhang Wenfeng said goodbye and went to Guanfeng Courtyard first. He was rejected at the door of Yun Qiuhe's house. Then he went to the Patrol Courtyard to visit Mo Xiufeng. He knocked on the door, but no one answered. The door next door opened.
He Guangjun's dull expression suddenly became vivid, his eyebrows were dancing, and he warmly invited:
"Haha, you're here! I heard that you have been practicing swordsmanship in seclusion for three months. Let's go and have a sword fight!"
Zhang Wenfeng was speechless. None of the things that should be there were there, but the ones that shouldn't be there were there.
No one else has this kind of luck.
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