Although they had known each other for a long time, they were not the same people. Since Qian Guliang was unwilling to open the coffin for autopsy, Li Yizhu did not force him. He comforted him a few words and promised to personally track down the whereabouts of the flower picker and would not allow him to escape easily. At this point, Qian Guliang could only place his hopes on the Huashan sect. He personally accompanied Li Yizhu to his daughter's embroidery room to search for clues, and then went to the mourning hall where the coffin was placed to see one by one. The coffin had been nailed down and the gaps were sealed with bone glue. Qian Guliang She has made up her mind and will not allow others to disturb her daughter anymore.
With old memories lingering in his chest, Li Yizhu was restless and worried about his daughter. He anxiously took a shortcut back to Luoyan Peak and settled his daughter and apprentice in Hechuan Valley. Zhou Ke's Qigong and Sword Techniques were taught by him as his acting master. Naturally, he knew how much fire there was. Zhou Ke had kept a low profile over the years, but in fact, his martial arts was only inferior to him. With him taking care of her, he would be able to protect his daughter.
Before reporting it to the head, he still wanted to open the coffin and conduct an autopsy to confirm that his speculation was correct. This was a serious matter and he had to investigate it clearly without making any mistakes. Since Qian Guliang refused, there was no choice but to dig graves. Li Yizhu specially called Guo Chuanlin, just to find a brave person to help. It was dark and windy, and not just anyone could do the job of digging graves and opening coffins. Although he had a grudge against this apprentice, he subconsciously believed that he was suitable for doing dirty work, and at least he was obedient and reliable.
Li Yizhu brought Guo Chuanlin to Huating Town, and happened to encounter the Qian family, who were all wearing linen and mourning. They were crying loudly, and scattered paper money along the way to carry the coffin to the funeral. According to local customs, the coffin is kept in the mourning hall for at least three days. After relatives and friends pay their respects, it is then taken to the ancestor's grave and buried. Qian Guliang was worried that the news would leak out due to long nights and dreams, and the government would order a forced autopsy on his wife, so he lied that his daughter died of an epidemic and buried it in advance to avoid spreading the disease. Once the coffin is buried in the earth, as long as he does not reveal his body, even if the government is suspicious, they cannot open the grave for an autopsy. My daughter was humiliated during her lifetime, so let her rest in peace after her death!
The funeral crowd wore sackcloth and mourned, eight strong men carried the coffin on their shoulders, paper money was flying all the way, and the cries were loud. Li Yizhu and Guo Chuanlin followed far behind, leaving Huating Town, bypassing the black pine forest, and confirmed the location of the Qian family's ancestral tomb. Due to the location, we borrowed the stove from a nearby farmhouse to eat and waited patiently for dark.
The farmers are honest and honest, and when guests come to visit, they spend all their money to cook a few home-cooked dishes. There is nothing fishy, they are all fresh vegetables from the field, and the taste is not bad at all. Li Yizhu followed the rules of health and only ate seven-cent full, but Guo Chuanlin filled three large bowls of rice, packed up the bowls and chopsticks, took them to the woodshed, and put a piece of broken silver on the stove. The farmers are grateful and even more attentive to their services.
Seeing the dusk getting darker, Li Yizhu asked him to borrow a hoe. Guo Chuanlin rushed forward and took it in his hand. The two went out of the house to identify the direction and walked towards the Qian family's ancestral grave.
Li Yizhu raised his eyes and asked, "Do you know what we are going to do?"
Guo Chuanlin weighed the hoe in his hand and guessed: "Could it be digging a grave?"
This is not difficult to guess, and Li Yizhu did not mince words. He told the origin of the matter in a concise and concise manner, and revealed a few details. Last night, a flower-picking thief sneaked into the Qian Mansion and brutally raped and killed Miss Qian's family. The thief's acupuncture technique was very similar to that of the old enemy of the Huashan Sect. In order to confirm the origin of his sect, the coffin must be opened and the body examined.
Guo Chuanlin nodded, the master has something to do, and the disciple has to do his job. Digging graves and opening coffins is physical work, and it is harmful to birds of prey. Although the master is both internal and external and has excellent martial arts, it is always inconvenient to do this kind of thing... He finally understood the master The meaning of the words "been a soldier, killed people, and seen the world" is what he was praised for. The old enemy of the Huashan Sect...the old enemy...could it be the Qingcheng Sect? Thinking of this, Guo Chuanlin's heart couldn't help but shudder. He glanced at Li Yizhu, but couldn't see any clues.
The sky was dark, the mountain wind was whining, Li Yizhu was an expert and brave, Guo Chuanlin's hands were stained with blood, and the ghosts were afraid to avoid them. The two walked through the black pine forest and saw the Qian family's ancestral graves in the distance, and the new graves in the distance. A lantern was lit, illuminating several suspicious figures tall and short.
"Is there a strong man who covets the jewelry buried with him and joins in the fun?" Li Yizhu looked closely. He saw a man wrapped in white cloth, sitting beside the grave and looking at the stone tablet infatuatedly. From time to time, he raised his hands to wipe his tears. Several young men in mourning clothes were looking down. He advised him to go back early. That was Qian Guliang, the owner of Mihang. He lost his wife in middle age and never remarried. He only had this precious daughter. He regarded it as his life and wanted to find a suitable husband for her so that she would have someone to rely on when she grew old. Who knew that his daughter would die soon? He turned into an innocent soul at night, and from then on the yin and yang were separated, how could he not be heartbroken.
Death was like a lamp going out, and Li Yizhu felt a little sad. He suddenly felt that what he had done was adding a pinch of salt to Qian Guliang's wounds.
Qian Guliang sat in the lonely grave for a long time and shed all his tears. Then he staggered away under the persuasion of the boy. The lantern flickering on and off was like the eyes of a beast. He stared at Li Yizhu and Guo Chuanlin for a long time and hid. place. The grave fell into darkness again. Guo Chuanlin coughed and asked cautiously: "Master, are you still digging?"
"Dig!" Li Yizhu replied without hesitation.
Guo Chuanlin strode to the new tomb, put on a torch, loosened the loose soil, pulled down the stone tablet, and dug the grave head with a hoe. He dug deeper and deeper, revealing the heavy nanmu coffin. Li Yizhu jumped down from the pit and used his internal strength to knock out the nails one by one. He and Guo Chuanlin worked together to lift the coffin lid and gently set it aside.
Miss Qian was lying on her back in the coffin, her face was pale and her body was stiff.
Li Yizhu did not let his apprentice avoid him. He untied Miss Qian's dress and carefully inspected the body from head to toe, first from the front, then from the back. He did not miss the most private parts of the woman, and even sniffed the right fingertips under his nose. Sniff. Guo Chuanlin's eyes were bright and eye-opening. He had never thought that there was so much detail in examining a corpse. It was obviously not the first time for the master to do this job. He seemed to have guessed the result a long time ago. The autopsy was just to confirm that he had not guessed wrong. .
Although the body had been cleaned carefully, some traces could never be washed away. Li Yizhu felt extremely heavy, and the last trace of luck was in vain. He stood frozen for a moment, then bent down to adjust Miss Qian's dress.
He said in a deep voice: "Qin Rong's father Qin Shouye has one sister, the eldest sister Qin Shouzhen, and the younger sister Qin Shoudi. Qin Shouzhen and Qin Shouye are the legitimate children and are older. Qin Shoudi is the concubine. There is a difference of more than ten years between them and they were adopted by their in-laws when they were young. , Yi's surname was 'Feng', and he was named Feng Di. In Qin Shouye's generation of the Qin family in Guliang, there were two good swordsmen, one was Qin Shouzhen and the other was Feng Di, who successively joined the Huashan sect. Who could have imagined that their fate would be so miserable."
Guo Chuanlin's heart trembled, knowing that the master's words were meant for him.
"Back then, the head of the Huashan Sect, the Master, had a total of seven disciples, known as the 'Seven Swords of Huashan', and they were in the limelight for a while. However, the young disciples were old in the world, and a new generation replaced the old ones. In the end, they were all scattered, dead and disabled. Now, the only ones left in Huashan are the head master and Uncle Qiu from Songhuifeng. The youngest Master Qin among the Seven Swordsmen is Qin Shouye's eldest sister Qin Shouzhen. She was the latest to join the family, but the earliest to die. .”
"That happened many years ago. One time, Uncle Qin went home to visit relatives. Not far from Mount Huashan, he was attacked by a masked master. He was defeated and finally fell into the enemy's hands. His vital points were targeted. People are slaughtered. Fighting in the rivers and lakes, the weak and the strong, life and death are determined by fate. Originally, there was nothing to complain about, but the masked man was unethical and actually raped Master Qin. "
Guo Chuanlin suddenly felt like a mirror. Li Yizhu suspected that the murderer who raped and killed Miss Qian was related to the masked man who insulted Qin Shouzhen many years ago.
"Uncle Qin has a strong temper. He did not hesitate to dissipate his internal strength, forcefully break into the acupuncture point, rush back to Huashan overnight, report the swordsmanship and martial arts of the masked man to his master, and then he drew his sword and killed himself." Li Yizhu raised the coffin lid with both arms and covered it. On top of the coffin, the seams were tightly sealed, and the iron nails were pressed into the wooden boards one by one, with a sigh in his tone.
"The swordsmanship of the masked man is the Qingcheng Sect's Songfeng Swordsmanship, and the internal strength of the acupuncture points is the Qingcheng Sect's Double Collision Strength. Master Qin is very talented, and his swordsmanship is outstanding. There are few opponents in the world. Qing Among the Cheng Faction, the only one who could beat her was the leader Han Tianyuan. In this way, the Huashan Faction and the Qingcheng Faction formed an sworn hatred. In order to avenge Uncle Qin, Master Weng sent all his troops to A master, travel thousands of miles to attack the Qingcheng Sect, fight at the top of Laoxiao in Qingcheng Mountain, and kill all the other disciples."
"Han Tianyuan is amazingly talented and in his prime. He is at the peak of his swordsmanship and qigong. Even his master suffered a secret loss under his heart-breaking palm. The others were no match for him. In the end, he saved one of his disciples. , broke through the siege, fled in a hurry, and have not been heard from since."
"The disciple who was rescued by Han Tianyuan is his nephew. His surname is Han, he is a famous soldier, and his courtesy name is Dalue."
