It turns out that Wu Ci is Wu Quanyi's nephew...
The world is really small.
But if you think about it carefully, you can understand that Chang'an City seems to have a large population, but the number of people standing on the upper level of the pyramid is actually very limited.
These people have an unusual status among ordinary people and occupy most of the resources, so they will naturally have more connections with each other.
Of course, at the same time, the risks they face are much higher than ordinary people.
As a bad person, Wu Ci should know that he will also face death one day.
But he still chose this path resolutely. From this point alone, he is worthy of admiration.
"Master, what clues did you find?"
Wu Quanyi did not answer Zhao Xun immediately, but remained silent for a long time.
"This matter is not what you think. At first, my teacher thought that Ci'er was killed by Wang Zhongyi. After all, it was the time when he returned to Beijing to report on his work, and the time was very sensitive. If Ci'er had some evidence about him, he would It is not impossible to send someone to kill people and silence them. But..."
Wu Quanyi paused, and his eyes shone with light: "Since everyone can think that the murderer is Wang Zhongyi, then what else can he do if he is not stupid?"
Wu Quanyi's words made Zhao Xun fall into deep contemplation.
Yes, if all the evidence points to Wang Zhongyi, then Wang Zhongyi still has to bear huge pressure to kill Wu Ci. Isn't it because he is afraid that others will not know that he has a guilty conscience, so he almost has the word murderer written on his face?
After all, Wang Zhongyi was also a military governor, so it was impossible for him not to understand this simple and easy-to-understand principle.
According to detective theory, the most superficial things are often not the facts.
"But Master, if the murderer is not Wang Zhongyi, who could it be."
"You have to take your time to check. There's no point in being impatient."
Wu Quanyi sighed and said, "You don't have to worry about this matter. The teacher will investigate it with you. In any case, the teacher will give Ci'er an explanation."
After pausing for a moment, Wu Quanyi seemed to feel something. He stared at Zhao Xun for a moment and then said: "Ming Yun, have you improved your cultivation?"
Zhao Xun hurriedly said: "Master, to be honest, after entering the bad guys' yamen, Brother Jia helped me wash my marrow. After washing my marrow, I became a ninth-grade martial soldier."
Wu Quanyi nodded slightly and said, "No wonder, let me come and take a look."
After saying that, Wu Quanyi took half a step forward and placed his palm on Zhao Xun's Tianling Cap.
Zhao Xun felt offended, but he couldn't say anything more.
After all, in this era, once you are a teacher, you will always be a father.
After all, Wu Quanyi was considered his master, so he still had some power.
Holding his breath and concentrating, Wu Quanyi entered Zhao Xun's sea of consciousness, just like the first time.
Although they are not as good at observing minds as those in Qintian Prison, practitioners at Wu Quanyi's level can easily swim in the sea of consciousness of others.
After a long time, Wu Quanyi suddenly opened his eyes, filled with doubts and surprise.
"Ming Yun, the Qi in your body is very strange. It seems to have two strands. These two strands of Qi are competing with each other, and no one is convinced by the other. In my opinion, it is most likely caused by the influence of dual cultivation."
Well, dual cultivation...
Of course, this dual cultivation is not the other dual cultivation.
Zhao Xun nodded slightly and said: "What the master said is true. In addition to washing my marrow and stepping into the threshold of martial arts, my disciple is also working hard to study the book "The First Enlightenment of Wen Zong" you gave me. I didn't have time to tell you at that time, student I saw Chang'an City and Haoran Academy in the sea of consciousness."
Wu Quanyi squinted his eyes slightly, looking thoughtful.
"Go on."
Zhao Xun didn't dare to hide anything, so he told everything he saw.
"Chang'an City and Haoran Academy seemed to be in the desert. Just when the disciple wanted to get closer, a strong wind suddenly blew up, and it was impossible to see anything clearly among the flying sand and rocks. However, the disciple could feel a voice deep in the sea of consciousness. Reciting poetry."
"Reciting poetry..."
Wu Quanyi fell into deep thought.
After a long time, he sighed with emotion: "It's wonderful, it's really wonderful. Mingyun, did you feel that your blood was rising and your whole body was hot? But after holding your breath and concentrating, you felt quiet again?"
"I do feel this way, Master, how do you know?"
"That's it. The practice of Wuzong is about improving through passionate practice, while the practice of Wenzong is about condensing thoughts to improve strength. You are indeed dual-cultivation now, but the two systems of practice are not completely compatible, so you sometimes feel a little stuck. It’s awkward. But it seems that your own physique is very special, and you can combine it skillfully..."
After Wu Quanyi said this, Zhao Xun suddenly realized.
No wonder he sometimes felt like there were two forces competing within his body. It turned out to be the Qi of literary and martial arts cultivators.
"Master, what should my disciple do now?"
Zhao Xun was afraid that he would become obsessed because of his dual cultivation of civil and military skills. He was still very young and had not yet married more than a dozen beautiful wives and concubines. How could he become obsessed?
"Forget it, since you and I are masters and disciples, I can't just sit back and watch. Although the civil and military cultivation systems have their own paths, in the end they lead to the same goal. It's not difficult to seek common ground while reserving differences. I will teach you the aura of Taoism. Use the Guiding Technique to adjust the breaths in your body so that they can get along peacefully."
Zhao Xun was overjoyed when he heard this.
Among the cultivation systems in this world, Taoism can be said to be unique.
Among them, the most critical one is the Taoist breath guidance technique.
This thing is more like a way for practitioners to maintain their health, allowing people to practice calmly. To put it bluntly, it regulates all kinds of true energy in the body, so that practitioners will not lose their original intention of practice due to excessive dry fire.
This is still necessary.
After all, with Zhao Xun's mentality, he would probably collapse if he allowed the true energy in his body to fight.
"Thank you, Master. I dare to ask another question. What is your current level of cultivation?"
Zhao Xun looked at Wu Quanyi pitifully, just like the author who was eagerly asking the editor for his follow-up reading.
"As for martial arts cultivation, you are still in the ninth-grade martial arts realm, very solid."
Zhao Xun was stunned for a moment, this is very solid and heart-breaking.
"As for the realm of literary cultivation, you have already reached the first level, and you are between the ninth and eighth levels."
Wu Quanyi said very seriously: "According to common sense, the cultivation system should not have the concept of grades, but your situation is a bit special. If your literary cultivation level is ninth grade, but your realm is obviously higher than ninth grade , but if you are said to be at the eighth level, it seems that you are missing another layer of window paper."
Wu Quanyi pondered for a moment and said: "So I can only determine that your current literary cultivation level is between the ninth and eighth grades, closer to the eighth grade."
Zhao Xun was ecstatic in his heart. He thought he was a loser in cultivation, but he never thought he had such a talent for cultivation.
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