At this time, Jingkong and Xuan Lingzi also finished adjusting their breaths.
Jingkong stood up suddenly and said angrily: "The evidence is conclusive, how could it be false? Apart from Tangjiabao, who in the world can produce such a vicious and domineering poison?"
Xiao Ding smiled calmly and said: "It's true that the poison is from the Green Rose Fairy, and it's true that the Biluo Golden Needle is from the Tang family, but who can be sure that this needle was given by someone from the Tang family?"
Everyone was stunned again.
It is true that the Pycnogenol Needle needs to be shot by a spring, and there must be a hidden weapon equipped with a golden needle, but it also shows that anyone with the hidden weapon in their hand can shoot the Pycnogenol Needle.
Jingkong said in a deep voice: "This Green Golden Needle is the most precious treasure of the Tang Sect. How could a master of hidden weapons lose his unique hidden weapon?"
Xiao Ding took two steps with his hands behind his back, looking at the shadow of the distant mountains outside the door, and said with a smile: "Some people can take away things that others don't want to lose without anyone noticing. I have met such people so far. Pass one.”
Ye Rongqiu knew that the person he was talking about was naturally Sikong Zhaiyue, the best thief in the world, but weren't Sikong Zhaiyue and Tang Qingqing both employed by Master Hu Ba?
Ye Rongqiu is thinking.
Xiao Ding turned around and looked at everyone and said slowly: "Shaolin has been the Taishan Beidou of martial arts for thousands of years. There are more than thousands of disciples, and their strength cannot be matched by a small Tang family fort. If they seek revenge, the Tang family will People will definitely not choose to join the gathering of righteous people in the martial arts world. The three elders have long been at peace with the world, and little master Zhenhui is still young. It is impossible for them to have enemies with the Tang family."
Elder Wei pondered: "What if Tangjiabao has surrendered to the Qinglong Society?"
Xiao Ding smiled lightly and said: "Because of this, if Tangjiabao surrenders to the Qinglong Society, it will have to act secretly and never dare to expose its identity openly. Tangjiabao is also considered one of the four major aristocratic families in the world, and it has been passed down by generations for thousands of years. To openly commit suicide for the hard-earned foundation will inevitably lead to a large-scale crusade from the righteous martial arts community."
He paused and continued: "The Tang family would never do such a thing that is not worth the gain, otherwise they would not have the reputation they have today in the world. This is obviously a plan to kill people with a borrowed knife and escape from their shells. The person who poisoned them just wanted to cause trouble to others. To divert attention, let Shaolin and Tangjiabao become enemies with each other, while he himself stayed out of the matter and reaped the benefits."
Master Qingxuan was silent for a while, looked at Xiao Ding and said: "Ding Shaoxia's analysis is not unreasonable. Tang Xiaoyun would never do such a reckless thing, but the person who secretly poisoned must be related to the Qinglong Society!"
Tang Xiaoyun is the head of Tangjiabao.
A person who can be the leader of a faction will never leave any trouble for himself, and his methods will never be so simple and crude.
Everyone already understands this truth, but they don't understand, who is the one who poisoned it?
When the two elders Kong Wen and Kong Wen were poisoned, the Shaolin disciples also launched a search and believed that the results would be found soon.
Night falls.
In the abbot's room, tea is served with a lamp.
Master Liao Fan led the Emei disciples to station at the foot of the mountain, and the leader of the Kongtong Sect, Chen Xuanguan, also led his disciples to provide support at the foot of the mountain.
Other sects all have manpower posted at the foot of the mountain, and some sects have good personal relationships with Shaolin, so they directly station themselves in the temple.
The Qingcheng Sect is stationed in the temple.
Zhao Wuji, the leader of Qingcheng, was the best in Qinggong among all the people, so he was the first to chase him out to investigate.
When the candles were just lighting up in the abbot's room, Zhao Wuji had returned, but he didn't bring back any news, and he was speechless.
Because dead people cannot speak.
Zhao Wuji was carried back.
However, Zhao Wuji did not die from poisoning, but from the sword.
"What a fast sword! Once the sword was inserted into the throat, the sword tip was already pulled out three minutes after it was inserted into the throat. Not even a drop of blood came out. The sword energy has sealed the throat and the person has died." Liu Changfeng looked at Zhao. Wuji's expression was greatly disturbed by the wound on his throat, and he looked a little miserable.
Master Qingxuan closed his eyes tightly and said sadly: "Amitabha, how good it is! Master Zhao has been supporting justice for my fellow martial arts fellows, but now he has suffered misfortune. May my Buddha be merciful and help Master Zhao reach bliss as soon as possible."
After a pause, he asked: "Where was the body of Master Zhao found?"
The two monks who carried Zhao Wuji in replied: "Beside the pagoda forest under the sunny slope."
"Is there anything else strange?"
"No, when the two of us found the tower forest and were about to come back, we saw footprints not far ahead. Looking for the footprints and walking forward, we saw Master Zhao lying on the ground. He had been dead for a long time."
Master Qingxuan sighed, waved his hand and said, "You go down first."
"Yes." The two of them bowed and left.
The incident happened suddenly, and everyone was silent for a while.
Ye Rongqiu broke the silence first. She looked at Xiao Ding and said, "There are not many people in the world whose swordsmanship has reached this level!"
Liu Changfeng said indifferently: "There are indeed not many, never more than five!"
Xiao Ding said: "Is your sword so fast?"
"Yes!" Liu Changfeng sneered, "But if I want to stab the leader of Qingcheng under the sword with one move, I can't do it yet!"
It turned out that the person he was laughing at was himself. In order to reach the peak of swordsmanship, he had devoted his whole life to the sword, but only now did he realize that he might not be able to reach such a state in his whole life.
A sword seals the throat, and the person is dead without blood spilling.
Liu Changfeng understood that he might not be able to do it even if he practiced for another twenty years.
Slowly, his hand holding the sword gradually became looser, and his body and mind were about to lose weight.
Xiao Ding looked at him and smiled.
Liu Changfeng also looked at Xiao Ding and said coldly: "Why are you laughing?"
Xiao Ding blinked and said with a smile: "I laughed at you for being wrong!"
Liu Changfeng's hand holding the sword suddenly became tight again, and he said angrily: "I have devoted my life to the art of swordsmanship, how can I not see how fatal this sword technique is?"
Xiao Ding looked at the hand holding the sword and secretly breathed a sigh of relief, but the smile on his face became harder and harder. He smiled and said: "I didn't say you were wrong, but you guessed wrong!"
"Oh." Liu Changfeng was puzzled, and so were everyone.
Xiao Ding gently pinched his brows with his right thumb and index finger, and said slowly: "Except for A Fei and Jing Wu Ming back then, no one can kill the head of Qingcheng with one sword, but the two seniors have long since disappeared. Ask Jianghu. As we all know, after a sword master reaches a certain level, in addition to the sword aura on the sword, there will inevitably be murderous aura on the body when he wants to kill people. The Qinggong of Master Zhao is already one of the best in the martial arts world. If he feels it, There is murderous intent around him, and with the skill of his feet, it is impossible for others to succeed with one move. Unless..."
"Unless what?" Ye Rongqiu asked impatiently.
"Unless he thinks that person won't kill him at all." Xiao Ding sighed, "Only when he is defenseless can that person succeed with one move."
Only relatives and friends can make people let down their guard, but the person who wants his life is the person he trusts.
Maybe Zao Wuji was smiling and talking when someone cut his throat with a sword. Maybe the person who killed him was also smiling when he killed him.
Zhao Wuji was indeed smiling, and the smile on his face was in sharp contrast to the blankness in his eyes.
There was a smile on his face, but the sword was already in his throat. At the moment of death, his eyes were full of confusion and grief.
What a fast sword.
