Ruan Xianbei said to Shen Xuan: "Come on, Senior Brother Shen, if we have a dispute in this position, you can push me."
Shen Xuan pushed Ruan Xianbei's shoulder with his palm. The place where the snow melted during the day was a bit slippery. Ruan Xianbei took two steps back, almost reaching the edge of the cliff.
"So 'I' almost fell, but I grabbed this place. This bump is my fingerprint."
"Why was it me who fell down instead of him?" Ruan Xianbei said to himself, then slapped his head: "Tsk, I thought too much. If it was him, he would be too weak, right? He should be the one who died. That’s right.”
"So what I saw was the fight between the two after Guanqiao fell. There should be scars on his body during the deadly battle at Guanqiao. Where were the injuries? It can't be nothing. You left Guanqiao behind. What?" Ruan Xianbei squatted and thought for a long time but couldn't think of anything, so he got ready.
As a result, her legs were numb from squatting. She was squatting on the edge, and when she got up, her foot slipped and she almost fell.
"I know! I know! There should be injuries on his arms!" Ruan Xianbei moved to the side to avoid falling, and then called Shen Xuan, "No matter where the injury is, there should be injuries on his arms." hurt."
"How do you say it?" Shen Xuan asked.
"Why did Guan Qiao grab this place? Why did two people fall down and fight together later? Think about it. Guan Qiao is just kind and not stupid. If he was pushed down, would he still believe him? Of course he would pull out the knife. Save yourself! After all, he is also a person who has stepped into the earthly realm. He swung the knife from bottom to top, and then used the force to push on the wall to go down. Whatever he said with the whirlwind knife so quickly, his hands would be injured. Shen Xuan, go back and try again Just ask, ask everyone with injuries on their hands to come over tonight. On the woman's side, ask all the disciples from Wanhua Valley to come over."
"Shen Xuan, don't hold on to me! What if I fall and die?" After saying this big call, she thought about how she almost fell when she slipped just now, and now Shen Xuan's name is getting worse and worse. It becomes smoother and sounds much better than Senior Brother's.
"It can be considered that he died young." Shen Xuan's expressionless words had an inexplicable black sense of humor. After he finished speaking, he pointed to the rope tied around Ruan Xianbei's waist. The other end of the rope was firmly tied to On the tree next to it.
"Besides, can Miss Ruan see this rope?"
"Hahaha... let's continue, continue." Ruan Xianbei adhered to the principle that as long as I am not embarrassed, it is others who are embarrassed, and selectively forgot the memory just now.
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the other side.
The time has come and everyone has gathered in the arena. On this day, the Budokai team melee competition is in full swing and very intense. Everyone is showing off their magical powers. There are flashes of swords and shadows in the arena, and from time to time there are thunder, sparks, and lightning.
Originally, Fang Qiya also wanted to participate, but she had to abstain due to this matter. Currently, most of the winners who stand out in the competition are the best disciples in each sect. They have money, time and capital to support the disciples in their cultivation without having to worry about life.
For example, Sangzhu's sister Sangli, Tongchun of Mahayana Temple, Tang Wuyue of Tangmen, Jingling of Wuji City and several young people whose names cannot be named. It can be seen that they will be the younger generation in the future. Man of the hour.
"The younger generation is terrible." Taoist Priest Yuan Zhen sighed, not knowing how things were progressing for his few incompetent disciples.
"Master." When Cao Cao arrived, Fang Qiya walked quickly behind Yuan Zhen with her head lowered, "I have an idea."
Yuan Zhen raised his eyebrows and said, "Oh? Come and listen."
"Miss Miao Tong from Ten Thousand Flowers Valley is a little suspicious. Junior sister went to keep an eye on her."
Miao Tong was mixed in the crowd at this time, and looked anxiously at the man opposite who was also in the crowd. The man shook his head at her slightly, saying no. Miao Tong lowered his eyes, and the light in his eyes gradually extinguished.
"But according to what my junior sister heard from other disciples in the Ten Thousand Flowers Valley, this girl is introverted and timid. She often has no sense of existence. She has almost never been out of the valley, and her interpersonal relationships are also very simple."
Yuan Zhen hummed and reminded: "The simpler things often seem to be, the more complicated they are. People's hearts are the most unpredictable, so be more careful."
"Yes, Master."
"Brother Yuanzhen, why don't you take action?" Taoist Priest Hongzhen of Xuanyue Sword Sect asked.
Yuan Zhen also has a special skill in divination, but this skill has only been passed on to him, and he has not yet decided who to pass it on to.
Yuan Zhen laughed and said: "Give the juniors a chance to practice. If everything could be calculated with a finger, the world would be too boring."
Master Yueyin on the side said Amitabha and then said: "Does Taoist Hongzhen know that there are three undivinations in this hexagram?"
This Taoist Master Hongzhen is also a martial arts fanatic, the kind who doesn't hear what's going on outside the window. He also has a little understanding of other people's affairs, so he asked: "Oh? What is the third divination?"
"You can't predict anything unless it's a major event. You can't predict anything in the world. You can't predict if you don't think about it."
"Oh, doesn't this mean you don't know anything?" Hongzhen said with a glare.
Yuan Zhen laughed again and said: "Hahaha, after all, this thing of peeking into destiny has to come with a price. I am getting older and I don't have the energy."
Hongzhen said oh, and then asked: "How does Master Yueyin know so clearly?"
Leyin sighed: "Because he has no successor, he wants to pass on this hot potato secret knowledge of divination to our temple."
Yuan Zhen was not happy when he heard it, and shouted to Yueyin: "What are you talking about? I won't give it to others if they want it. If I don't like your group of young monks, I might as well put it up for auction and make some money." Meat money.”
"It's really money-losing." Master Yueyin complained mercilessly.
"Did you get your incense money from the strong wind?"
When Hongzhen saw the two of them starting to bicker like children, he interrupted: "Master, don't you know how to divination? Why do you need to learn more?"
Yuan Zhen then gave up and made a truce gesture and said: "His divination can only predict trivial matters. I am the one who knows the most, the originator, you know. But Hongzhen... I'm not saying that, you can't tell me either. Don't always practice in seclusion for months or years. You are like a caveman because of your lack of information. Next time the old guys get together, remember to come."
Taoist Master Hongzhen smiled sheepishly and said cheerfully: "Definitely, definitely."
Fang Qiya, who had left and returned at this time, waited for them to finish talking, and then shouted: "Master, senior brother is here."
"Oh? The brat is here, I'll go take a look."
"Where is that guy? It's mysterious."
"Master, senior brother is waiting for you in the room." Fang Qiya led Yuan Zhen to the outside of the room where he was meeting guests privately, and then guarded the door and refused to follow him in.
Yuan Zhen walked in and saw Shen Xuan standing tall and nodded with satisfaction. This great disciple was everything except being cold and desolate, but he said, "What's the matter? Why don't you give me a glass of water first, Master?"
"Junior sister is ready." Shen Xuan pointed to the tea on the table and said straight to the point: "We probably know who the murderer is, but we need to pass a test tonight to deduce it."
"Where's the evidence?" Yuan Zhen asked.
"No evidence."
Yuan Zhen was quite relieved at first, but when he heard that there was no evidence and looked at Shen Xuan's indifferent face, he laughed angrily: "How dare you just say that someone is the murderer without evidence? Tell me, what do you need me to do? Clean up the mess?"
"Nothing is needed. Master, just take Master Xu and a few seniors to watch. Don't show up. However, this result may not be what everyone wants to see."
Yuan Zhen was silent for a moment and said: "According to what you said, the murderer is not a member of the Demon Cult."
Shen Xuan gave an affirmative answer: "Well, everyone in the Jianghu is eyeing the big target of the Demon Sect. There is no need for them to come forward in this situation."
"What time is it tonight?"
"Garrison time."
...
Ruan Xianbei finished the deduction with Shen Xuan during the day, and with nowhere to go, she reluctantly went to Shen Xuan's yard to rest.
At the first moment of Youshi, when Shen Xuan came back, it was filled with fragrance.
Shen Xuan's yard is independent. He does not live with others. The structure is relatively simple but much more exquisite. There is a fence around the outside. When you open the door and enter the yard, there is a large open-air front yard in the middle. There is a big tree with some flowers and plants planted or placed. The back room is divided into two floors. The first floor is the hall and guest room, and the second floor is the bedroom and study room. There is also an independent kitchen on the right, and there are tables and chairs in the yard.
He saw Ruan Xianbei, Cheng Suisui, Fang Qiya and three others sitting in a circle in the yard, talking and laughing that he could hear even before they reached the door.
"My senior sister and I planted these flowers and plants for my senior brother! The one I picked was picked by the senior sister. Ruan Ruan, let me tell you, when senior brother first moved here, it was empty! There were only stones and wood! Master didn't even want to come over. "
Fang Qiya tried several times to interrupt the topic of Cheng Suisui exposing Shen Xuan, but failed, so she had to give up and just beat her junior sister to stop exposing her.
"Oh, it smells so good. When can I eat it? I'm starving to death from the smell." Cheng Suisui looked at Ruan Xianbei eagerly.
"It should be almost done, I'll go take a look."
"I'll go and let you do it again." Fang Qiya quickly stood up and asked Ruan Xianbei to sit back.
Shen Xuan opened the door, and Fang Qiya was walking out of the kitchen carrying a plate.
"Senior brother." She put the things in her hands on the table, her expression a little embarrassed, "Master asked us to come and accompany Miss Ruan."
"Hey!" Xue Ya, who was sleeping in Ruan Xianbei's arms, heard his master return and jumped to the ground and then into Shen Xuan's arms.
"Are you back? Let's eat together. You'll have enough energy to sing later." Ruan Xianbei was busy handling the food in his hands, glanced at him and said.
"That's right! Oops! I'll serve the rice! Senior brother, sit down!" Cheng Suisui pushed Shen Xuan to the table and jumped to the kitchen to get bowls, chopsticks and rice.
"I'll go with her." Fang Qiya left after saying that.
The two of them were the only ones left on the spot.
Ruan Xianbei continued to decompose the chicken in his hand without raising his head: "I don't know if you like to eat it. Suisui said that your chicken is very bland and you can't smell the meat when you look at it, so I made this."
Shen Xuan looked at her side face quietly, and for the first time, she had the thought of wondering what her true appearance looked like under this face.
Fang Qiya brought three side dishes cooked by the big kitchen, saying she was greeting the guests, and Cheng Suisui came out with rice, bowls and chopsticks.
Ruan Xianbei and the others were talking about the arrangements for the evening, but as they were talking, it got dark. Cheng Suisui complained that he was hungry, and Ruan Xianbei was also hungry. They went to the kitchen to pick up local ingredients, forgetting about the owner of the yard. To the back of the head.
Fortunately, I cooked more rice, otherwise Shen Xuan would only be watching from the side when he came back.
"Sister Ruan didn't expect you to be a beggar's chicken! It's so delicious!"
"After all, you are also from the rich Cheng family. This appearance is simply embarrassing. Cheng Suisui! Your hair will fall out of the vegetables!" Ruan Xianbei kicked her away from the table with a look of disgust.
Now that there is no tin foil and she is afraid that the soil will be too dirty, she has to roll flour into dough, wrap two layers of lotus leaves on the inside, then wrap a layer of dough on the outside, and finally wrap it in yellow mud and bake it on the fire for about half an hour.
Ruan Xianbei cracked the outer shell, and the aroma immediately hit his nostrils.
"I can eat three bowls of rice!" Cheng Suisui raised his hands happily and said, although the cooks in Cangshan didn't treat them harshly, they were so light every day! The ingredients are authentic and no salt is added to the meat! The child is still growing, and every night she is so hungry that she secretly eats another meal.
Cheng Suisui still wanted to reach out to grab it, but Fang Qiya opened it again: "You are just greedy, so I will reach out secretly to prevent you from eating."
Life is not easy, I sigh every year.
Cheng Suisui let out a long sigh and had no choice but to sit next to Xue Ya and wait with his face full of grievance.
