Chang An couldn't care about anything else at the moment and quickly carried Wan Chaoyang into the courtyard.
After Wan Chaoyang was settled and he came out to dispose of Zhou Ziheng's body, he realized something was wrong at the gate.
At that time, he only had Zhou Ziheng and Wan Chaoyang in his eyes, and didn't notice them at all.
Dots of black scorch spots were scattered all over the front of the courtyard, but the one-foot-long circular area in the middle did not have any scorch marks invading it, which looked extremely abrupt.
Chang An only took one look, then knelt down and wrapped Zhou Ziheng's body in white cloth.
But as soon as he squatted down, he smelled a faint pungent smell from Zhou Ziheng's palm.
Chang An came forward, sniffed hard, moved his eyes slightly downward, and then forcefully opened Zhou Ziheng's stiff right palm.
I saw a bag in my palm. I opened the bag and found some white powder in the bag.
"Phosphorus powder?"
Chang An gently picked up a little powder, sniffed it, and said to himself.
Afterwards, his eyes moved to those black scorch marks.
"Did Brother Zhou discover something and then wanted to use phosphorus powder to investigate?"
Chang An stood up and slowly walked into the ring.
Looking at the ring-shaped open space under his feet, Chang An fell into deep thought.
"The phosphorus powder was thrown into the air and burned. Then, there must be something here that stopped the phosphorus powder from falling, so this seemingly regular ring shape appeared."
"And such a ring-shaped thing was taken away or destroyed afterwards. If the murderer deliberately destroyed such a thing, why did he leave such obvious traces?"
From the time Tian An left the backyard yesterday to the time he came back today, at least more than ten hours had passed.
According to Zhou Ziheng's body stiffness, he should have died yesterday.
The murderer killed Zhou Ziheng with one sword in front of Wan Chaoyang. With Wan Chaoyang's skill, he couldn't even protect Brother Zhou, which shows that this man's skill is unfathomable.
Chang An shook his head. There were so many holes in this speculation that he always felt that something was missing somewhere.
etc……
He suddenly looked at Zhou Ziheng who was lying on the ground, and saw Zhou Ziheng's face was frightened, his eyes were staring straight at the other side.
Zhou Ziheng fell down with his back to the gate, and he stood up again.
Following Zhou Ziheng's gaze, he found that Zhou Ziheng was looking at the ground three feet away.
The stone floor was covered with scratches from various weapons. As his eyes continued to move upward, the walls on both sides of the road were already pitted and covered with scars.
It seems that there was a big battle there.
Chang An placed Zhou Ziheng on the ground again, walked forward, and gently touched the ground with his fingers, feeling the traces.
"This mark is thin and three-thirds deep. It should be carved by sword energy. This mark is more than twice as wide as the sword mark, but it is extremely narrow inside. It seems to be caused by a spear."
Chang An looked at another stone brick. From the center point to all directions, cracks were all over the entire stone brick, as if it had been hit by a very strong blow, which cracked the entire brick.
"Is this like a heavy punch or a blunt object?"
What surprised Chang An even more was the several small holes that penetrated the wall. The holes were in irregular shapes, some were large and some were small.
"Is there such a high level of attainment in concealed weapons?"
Chang An was surprised and said that the wall was at least two feet thick. These small holes did not look like they were caused by flying knives, but more like random stones. That's why these holes were large and small.
Chang An's eyes suddenly shifted and looked at the circular open space in front of the door.
"Why are they fighting here?"
The two seemed to deliberately avoid the area in front of the compound.
"In other words, neither of them wanted to destroy the things that originally existed there, so even when they were fighting, they tried to avoid it."
Chang An said to himself.
"child!"
His eyes lit up.
The only thing Wan Chaoyang could worry about under the circumstances at that time was children.
According to Wan Chaoyang, the murderer's goal was those children, and naturally he was not killing the children. Otherwise, there would be more than just Zhou Ziheng's corpse here, so the murderer was also concerned about the children.
So where should the child be under the circumstances?
Chang An suddenly raised his head and stared straight into the distance three feet away!
The finger pointed directly at the ring-shaped area.
"The child is in the circle!"
He walked quickly into the ring-shaped open space, looked around, took a long breath, closed his eyes, and slowly uttered two words.
"Enchantment."
Someone set up a barrier outside the compound.
Thinking of this, he glanced at Zhou Ziheng from the corner of his eye.
His eyes changed, he shook his head slightly, and his brows were squeezed together.
"It's not harmonious, no matter how you look at it, it's not harmonious."
Suddenly I remembered what my uncles who were in the antique business at home often liked to say.
"When selling antiques, you have to mix the real thing with the fake. You can't deceive people if it's all fake, and you can't make money if it's all real, so you have to have three truths and seven fakes."
"oh!"
Chang An suddenly realized.
"But to do this, he needs a supporter. Under the circumstances at that time, he couldn't accomplish this alone."
Chang An muttered to himself, walked to Zhou Ziheng's side, and slowly closed Zhou Ziheng's eyes.
"Brother Zhou, rest in peace. I will find your sister myself."
Then he picked up Zhou Ziheng and walked slowly back to the courtyard.
After a while, a whistle came from the courtyard.
"Gu Gu."
A white dove flew from the sky and fell into the backyard. Chang An was sitting in the backyard with a piece of paper in his hand.
The note read:
The person behind the scenes has been identified, but the person’s true purpose is not yet known, so please do not act rashly.
He stuffed the note into the mailbox at the white pigeon's feet and released the white pigeon.
July 27th, Jiangnan, Daomen.
Mo Xiao has been sitting cross-legged on the school grounds for ten days.
"What is Sword Master doing?"
A female doll wearing a red robe stood on the edge of the school field. Her crystal eyes seemed to be holding a pool of water. She raised her head and looked at the uncle on the side, revealing her swan-like snow neck, and two balls pierced on the top of her head. It's really cute when it's tilted up to the back of the head.
The uncle next to him was also very young, only seventeen or eighteen years old. He gently stroked the girl's forehead.
"Practice."
"Then Nuan also needs to practice."
The girl's big eyes were dazzling, and she looked at Mo Xiao with eyes filled with admiration.
"Nuan Nuan will be as powerful as Dao Zun from now on."
The uncle smiled and rubbed the girl's head.
"Okay, Nuan Nuan will definitely become as powerful as Dao Zun in the future."
At this moment, a gust of wind suddenly rose, with Mo Xiao as the center, and the true energy surged in all directions.
Mo Xiao slowly opened his eyes and glanced around. The Dao Sect disciples who were watching all around felt a slight sense of oppression when they were swept across.
"Senior brother, he..."
The young uncle was hesitant to speak, and Nuan Nuan tugged at the corner of his clothes.
"Uncle Master, what's wrong with Dao Zun?"
"Senior brother has mastered the Hunyuan Sword Technique. It seems that he is not far from the Grand Master Realm."
The young uncle's eyes narrowed slightly.
As he spoke, Mo Xiao suddenly jumped up into the air.
"Where is the knife!"
There was a loud shout in the air, and then, outside the school grounds, a long knife with a ring head was thrown into the sky.
Mo Xiao took the knife, and the straight blade emitted a compelling light.
"Wow!"
While holding the sword, he used a strike in the air to sweep away thousands of troops, and heard countless sounds of breaking through the air all around Mo Xiao.
"Pah, pah, pah..."
"what is that!"
Wen Nuan pointed in the air, and everyone looked and were horrified to find that a faint knife mark appeared all over Mo Xiao's body!
It wasn't until Mo Xiao landed on the ground after three breaths that the knife mark slowly disappeared.
Mo Xiao weighed the long sword in his hand with satisfaction.
"This knife is good."
"Sword Master, this is specially made by the old craftsmen in the sect. It is said to be very suitable for the Hunyuan Sword Technique created by Master Li. Unfortunately, Master Li is accustomed to using his simple sword and is unwilling to change it."
A middle-aged man said.
Mo Xiao put the knife back into its sheath
"Okay, then I will use this knife from now on."
Then, his eyes suddenly looked towards Nuan Nuan.
"Hey, isn't this my good junior brother?"
The young uncle trembled all over and took a step back unconsciously.
Wen Nuan looked at his uncle with confusion.
"Uncle, why are you shaking?"
The young uncle was shocked and shook his head like a rattle.
"Nonsense, where did I tremble?"
Nuan Nuan pointed at Uncle Master's legs and said innocently
"It's obviously just shaking."
In just a moment, the young uncle felt his shoulders sink, and a pair of strong hands rested on his shoulders.
"Junior brother, long time no see, you are so strong."
The young uncle felt chills all over when he thought of the miserable life of the past three years.
In the past three years, he was forced by Mo Xiao to practice kung fu every day, throwing him under the waterfall, which was called training his internal strength.
He would ask him to climb a mountain every now and then, and then kick him off the cliff, euphemistically calling it Qinggong.
Being hung upside down to sleep every day is called the practice of concentration...
All kinds of cruel cultivation methods make life worse than death when Master was alive.
Mo Xiao didn't seem to feel his junior brother's emotions, and looked at the warmth on the side. The cute warmth immediately caught Mo Xiao's attention.
"Is this girl your new apprentice? She looks very smart."
"Qi Zun Dao Zun, my name is Nuan Nuan, I got started last month."
The warm and shining eyes moved slightly, and the aura was compelling.
Mo Xiao couldn't help but pinch the warm and bulging cheeks.
"So cute."
The junior brother on the side said
"This is Brother Seventh's new disciple."
Mo Xiao immediately raised his head
"Oh? Speaking of which, where is Lao Qi? Where did he go?"
"Going out for a wander."
The junior brother rolled his eyes and cursed, "Don't you know what you have done to your senior brothers?"
Mo Xiao's expression became serious. How could he not understand the thoughts of his junior brothers? But of course he also had his own difficulties.
"Now that the three sects are in decline, my sword sect is still a little better, but not much better."
"Three years ago, in a battle, Master and Senior Brother died in that battle, and all the elites in the sect were killed and injured. Senior Brother left a few of us brothers in the sect just to let us revive the Sword Sect. .”
"It's not that I am harsh as a senior brother, but if we don't work hard, how will we be able to meet our master and senior brother when we enter the underworld in the future."
When the junior brother heard this, his expression darkened. He thought about the time when Daomen dominated the northern martial arts world and formed a tripartite confrontation with Jiange Jiajiazhuang. How majestic it was.
Mo Xiao patted his junior brother on the shoulder and said sincerely
"Now that Penglai has appeared in the world, there may be great changes in the world. If Daomen wants to survive in the turbulent situation, it must work together."
"That's what senior brother taught me."
"Knife Master!"
Urgent shouts came from down the mountain.
Mo Xiao's face moved slightly. Junior brother and Wen Nuan felt a strong wind blowing past, and Mo Xiao's figure had already swept far away from the school grounds.
"The Sword Master is so powerful!"
There was only admiration on the warm and fleshy face.
Mo Xiao's figure was rising and falling on the mountain path. Far below, on the mountain path, a Sword Sect disciple was lying on the ground, not knowing whether he was alive or dead.
Mo Xiao quickly rushed to the disciple's side and injected his inner energy into the disciple's body.
"call!"
The disciple suddenly raised his head and took a long breath.
"Sword Lord..."
He seemed to be severely injured. Even though internal energy was being injected into him, Mo Xiao still felt that the vitality in his body was disappearing at an extremely fast speed.
"Master Dao, an army suddenly came from the bottom of the mountain and sealed Taixuan Mountain!"
The disciple held Dao Zun's hand and seemed to exert his last strength to finish all the words in one breath.
Then he suddenly seemed to be discouraged, his hands lost strength, and his whole body collapsed on the ground, his eyes gradually became blurred.
Mo Xiao slowly closed his eyes, and then rushed down the mountain as quickly as possible.
The foot of Taixuan Mountain.
An army that is difficult to count with sight is densely packed around Taixuan Mountain, and actually surrounds the entire Taixuan Mountain!
In front of the mountain gate, a middle-aged man in a purple robe, with a purple gold crown on his head, and a bloody horse under his crotch, fell in front of the Ten Thousand Army Formation, showing his dignity without anger.
Suddenly, a figure swooped down from the heights of the mountain road in an extremely domineering manner.
"boom!"
In front of the mountain gate, the figure hit the ground like a cannonball, filling the air with violent smoke.
The middle-aged man's crotch was so frightened that the horse neighed with sweat and blood, and its front hooves suddenly rose up, almost throwing the middle-aged man off the horse's back!
The army behind him was vast, but suddenly there was silence!
The middle-aged man straightened his clothes, and the panic in his eyes gradually disappeared. He looked at the young man with flying red robes under the mountain gate in the distance and said calmly.
"The person coming is the Lord of the Sword Sect, Mo Xiao?"
Mo Xiao held the ring-shou sword in his hand, looked down at the army, and said calmly
"My ancestors have taught me that anyone who attacks me with a sword will be killed by me until he dares not hold the sword again!"
