"Brother Zhong, did you believe what the storyteller said?" There were no outsiders around, so Pu Cha Shi directly addressed Zhong Yi as brothers.
"It's not that I want to believe it or not, but I have to believe it." Zhong Yi had a gloomy look on his face: "Ordinarily, as Jin Yiwei, it is our code of conduct to doubt everything, but after listening to what he said, even if he didn't admit it, , but I believe it in my heart.”
"Yes, I feel the same way. Yun Ming said that this may be our subconscious mind at work."
"Subconscious... is another word that I have never heard of before but I understand it easily."
"Yes, not only that, I even know that this painting is called a sketch." The Puche attendant took out a paper roll and unfolded it: "This is a painting technique that has never been seen in the Central Plains, and I have never heard of it. But when Yun Ming painted this painting, it was not novel at all."
In the hands of the Puche Attendant, Yun Ming spent more than an hour not long ago using charcoal ash as a brush to draw a portrait of the suspect. Of course, there is no suspicion. The evidence of Chu Zongyang's crime is very conclusive. At this time, Yun Ming is working hard in Pufu to copy Chu Zongyang's portraits one after another. The number must be enough to cover the capital. All city gates and passes.
Since in this world, sketching skills belong exclusively to Yun Ming, he did not do anything else for the past two days, but concentrated on drawing wanted posters.
"Originally, he asked for help from Jinyiwei. I thought it was a problem. It turned out that I just wanted to arrest this person as soon as possible." Zhong Yi reached out and took the portrait: "This person is the mastermind of the murder of Wharton last night. Yu Qingyu We should also pursue it with all our strength, and it doesn’t matter whether he makes a request or not.”
"But Brother Zhong, don't our Jinyiwei never get involved in Jianghu affairs?"
"It used to be that the imperial court and the rivers and lakes were not in conflict with each other. Now is an extraordinary period. Everything is on the line. What's more, the incident happened in your family. How could the Jin Yiwei not intervene?"
"So that's the case, then who do you think the mastermind behind these killers might be?"
Zhong Yi looked around and saw no one passing by, so he whispered: "You have checked the bodies of the three killers. One has the shadow of the Xi Sword Sect on his body, and the other two are from the Four Elephants Sect in his internal strength." Basically, the one who escaped only knew that the weapon was a knife, and I can’t figure out who he is yet. Just look at the fact that most of the four people who assassinated Wharton were disciples of the sect. Don’t you have any idea?”
"You mean..." Pu Che Shi became nervous: "The righteous people in the world have begun to fight among themselves?"
"Well, today is the second day of May, so the time is about the same. In the past month, the evil demons and crooked ways in the rivers and lakes have been intercepted outside the capital by the righteous ones, and they can't get in at all. Then they have to compete within themselves for the divine treasures. , there are still three days before the divine treasure appears, so it’s normal to be unable to hold back and finally take action. In fact, they have been very tolerant, and I had to arrange for Vice Envoy Xu and Jiang Yao to fan the flames so that the internal fighting between the righteous will start earlier. "
"Huh? So the leader of Cangwu Sect is just unlucky?"
"Yes. It doesn't matter who the deputy envoy and Jiang Yao are planning to kill. As long as that person is upright in the world and can divert our troubles to the east, it will be fine. Ma Chun did hit him." Zhong Yi's tone was full of regret: "But someone is right. I didn’t expect that Master Wharton would take action. The imperial court would naturally be willing to show favor and even recruit such a solitary martial arts neutral with both strength and fame. Even the worst plan is that if the imperial court really doesn’t It is much better to be able to guard the sacred treasure and fall into the hands of people like Wharton than in the hands of other gang leaders."
Pu Chai Shi's expression suddenly became very exciting: "Uh...wait a minute, are the rumors of the divine treasure true? I always thought this was just a bait to lure people in the world..."
"Of course it's true. Otherwise, do you think that martial arts heroes are stupid and dare to run to the capital without verifying things? Let me tell you, because of the leak of the Shenbao, the people in Dongchang have been going crazy in the past two months. .”
"Then why don't I know at all?"
Zhong Yi patted Pu Cheshi on the shoulder loyally: "Originally, the fewer people know about this kind of thing, the better. I am revealing it to you now because I really can't hide it. In the next few days, the entire capital will become a battlefield and In the hunting ground, when it is inconvenient for the Jin Yiwei to intervene, we need you, a frivolous young man, to step forward."
"Understood. My entry into the martial arts path is part of the plan. With the connections in the world, I can easily intervene in many things."
"exactly."
…………
I don’t know whether Zhong Yi is a prophet or a crow’s mouth, but it is true as he said. During the three days of the second, third, and fourth day of May, the capital has not stopped, and there is a tendency that a storm is coming.
On the night of the second day of May, Ruan Dandan, the Sushou lady, was ambushed by someone. Fortunately, she fought her way out of the siege. Although her vitality was seriously injured, her life was not affected. She is still missing. It is still unclear which force actually did this.
On the same night, the Lianxiang Pavilion was flooded, and the fire burned all night. It is said that the Yaoer girl who was the top star of Lianxiang Pavilion was buried in the sea of fire.
On the third day of May, the disciples of the Xijian Sect and the Sixiang Sect had a lot of trouble for some reason. The two factions were at war with each other. Rumors that the death of Master Wharton was a joint effort of the two factions spread more and more widely.
On the night of the third day of May, the head disciple of the Kongtong Sect who led a team to the capital was assassinated. After examination of the injuries on the body, it was confirmed that the murderer used a sword as a knife to confuse the public.
On the fourth day of May, rumors spread that Gu Mingkong, the sword god and head of the Xi Sword Sect, arrived in Beijing secretly.
There have been countless battles in the world over the past few days, and the above-mentioned events are considered to have a major impact. I will not go into details about the petty disputes between the little people.
Of course, there is one thing that must be mentioned: on the fourth day of May, portraits of Chu Zongyang were posted on all city gates in the capital, including the patrol policemen who also led the team, and the interrogation was strict.
"Oh my God, my hands are so sore. I almost vomited from drawing this face." Yun Ming rubbed his wrists and complained: "How many pictures have I drawn in three days? Forty pictures? Fifty pictures?"
"More than fifty-five, but each one is degrading in quality to a degree that can be discerned with the naked eye. The one taken away by the commander, the first one, is indeed lifelike. As for the one you just finished painting. Zhuo Jing hung up Yun Ming's masterpiece: "Do you think this thing is a person?"
"It's so tiring. When I was preparing for the unified art exam, I didn't have such a heavy workload. And don't worry, although my drawings became more and more sloppy in the future, I still grasped the characteristics of the characters, and it still has reference value."
This is Pu Mansion. After discussion, Zhong Yi and Yun Ming decided that it would be best for Yun Ming to stay here. Pu Chai Attendant has become a very busy man recently. Whenever a Jianghu person shows up in the capital, he has to show up to brush his face and say hello, so he doesn't go home very often. Mr. Pu was nowhere to be seen day by day, and Zhuo Jing, as a martial arts teacher in Pu Mansion, had no one to teach, so she was assigned by Zhong Yi to watch over Yun Ming. The two of them had become familiar with each other from time to time. Zhuo Jing often heard new words coming out of Yun Ming's mouth, and she was already used to it.
"Yun Ming, you see your portrait is enough now, so I won't need this money. Can you give it to me?" Zhuo Jing held a reed pole and couldn't put it down.
This is the charcoal pen that Yun Ming spent a long time creating. He took some charcoal ashes, mixed them with rice milk, egg whites and water and poured them into the hollow reed pole. After many failures, he finally managed to get a usable one.
"Yes, yes, but you should cherish it. You have worked so hard to make this one. The ratio of egg white and rice milk is too difficult to mix. I can't guarantee that I can get a second one."
"You are a very interesting storyteller. You have long hands and you can make all kinds of strange things."
"That's wrong, this is the power of knowledge. In ancient times, these were used as adhesives when building houses. So I gave it a try, and luckily it worked."
(The charcoal pencil made by Yun Ming is equivalent to a "pencil" made by rolling a solid glue stick in pencil dust. It can be used, but it is not easy to use. Normal charcoal pencils are definitely not made this way)
"Don't you know how to make a crossbow? Speaking of which, you definitely wouldn't have predicted the assassination that night, so why did you arrange the props in advance?"
Yun Ming took a copper basin to draw water and rubbed the charcoal powder off his hands: "It's not just that. In fact, in addition to the crossbow, there is also a bag of lime powder hidden under my bed, and under the pillow I made it with a broken brush. Wooden nails. By the way, there is a pot of oil sitting on the floor beside the bed, ready to be thrown out as an incendiary bomb..."
Although it was the first time she heard the term incendiary bomb, Zhuo Jing could obviously understand the meaning behind these three words: "Hey, are you really a storyteller? I was never so careful when I was walking around the world."
"I'm a cautious person."
"But what you did is obviously more like you have done too many bad things, and you are afraid of ghosts knocking on the door in the middle of the night."
"I understand, it turns out you are the complainer in this movie."
"...weird knowledge has been added..."
"By the way, has there been any trouble in the capital in the past two days?" Yun Ming thought of the business: "The Pu Chai attendant leaves early and returns late every day, which shows that there are many heroes from all walks of life in the capital."
"You're right, people die every day in the capital, and it's commonplace to send a disciple of that gang to beat them."
"With so many people in the martial arts world, they should be able to get news about this person, right?" Yun Ming flicked the scroll.
Zhuo Jing nodded: "Some people suspect that this person is Peng Ou."
"Even the real name was found out." Yun Ming was so surprised that he mistakenly heard it as "Peng Ou".
"No, Peng Cao's Peng, Seagull's Ou, Peng Ou is just a nickname, no one knows his real name. He is a famous killer in the world. He is famous for his almost unmissable mission experience. It is said that his weapon is a knife."
"Hmm..." Yun Ming rubbed his chin again out of habit: "I hope it's best for this Peng Ou. It feels so unpleasant to be stared at."
At the same time, Peng Ou, or Chu Zongyang, was facing trouble at the moment.
In an idle house in the west of the city, he was confronting Ruan Dandan.
"Are you Peng Ou? A well-known killer in the world, I recognize your sword skills." Ruan Dandan was seriously injured in an ambush the night before yesterday. As soon as he recovered, he asked his savior: "Why did you save me? "
Ruan Dandan's words sounded quite unkind, but in fact... there was nothing wrong with it.
The two people had never met each other before, and one was a righteous man in the world, and the other was a killer who took money to do things in the black world. There was no sympathy between colleagues, but if Chu Zongyang hadn't appeared in time that night, Ruan Dandan would have really died. Fucked. Thinking about it this way, Chu Zongyang's move was particularly suspicious, and even Ruan Dandan was considering the possibility of a serial plot.
"Ms. Sushou, of course my help is not free." Chu Zongyang wore a black mask on his face, and his expression could not be seen. He only raised an index finger: "You have to kill someone for me in exchange. "
