Eastern Region, Academy, inside the main hall.
"Grand Offering Wine, even so, I shouldn't go to the dungeon."
"Indeed it should be." This time it was Mo Jijiu who answered.
"Mo Jijiu?" Chun Da Jijiu glanced at Mo Jijiu with some dissatisfaction.
"Why is this flying knife on you?" Ignoring Chun Dajiu's dissatisfaction, Mo Jiujiu inspired Mo's thousand thoughts, and a flying knife tore Mr. Peng's clothes and flew out of his arms, " I didn’t even feel it when we were hunting that night.”
"I, I picked it up in the forest, picked it up!" Mr. Peng defended nervously. "I just saw some light in the haystack, so I took it out. I found that this thing was quite delicate, so I hid it in private. I got up. I really didn’t know that it was the flying knife used by Mo Jijiu to catch the murderer."
"That night, I distributed the flying knives. All the gentlemen had throwing knives in their hands at that time. The flying knives would resonate with each other," Mo Jijiu explained. "That night, I remember Mr. Youji who was patrolling in the west. , I wonder if Mr. Ji can testify here that the flying knife was indeed not found that night?"
"Ji can testify that the flying knife used by Mo Jijiu to attack the enemy was not found that night." Mr. Ji, who was standing behind Chun Da Jijiu, replied.
"Okay, Mr. Peng!" Chun Da Jijiu looked at Mr. Peng with some disappointment, "All kinds of coincidences are happening to you. So..."
"Great wine sacrifice! Peng still has one thing to prove his innocence!" Mr. Peng didn't know what he thought of, and interrupted Chun Dajiu's words.
"speak!"
"Peng's injury was not from that night, but was stabbed on the way back yesterday."
"Is there still this matter? Then, would Mr. Peng have any objections to asking a doctor to examine the injury?" Chun Dajiu gave Mr. Peng another chance.
"There is no objection, Peng has no objection!" Mr. Peng cried with joy.
…
Eastern Region, Xingtan.
"Aren't you going out for a walk?" asked the old man Qingniu.
"No, where is the teacher going?"
"Northern Territory."
"The disciple would like to wish the teacher a safe journey." The old man Xingtan cupped his hands and said that he would not send it off.
"Drive me away?"
"...The teacher has wronged the disciple, how dare the disciple?".
"Why don't you go out for a walk?" The old man Qingniu was very confused. He sat here looking at the apricot trees all day. Isn't this much more boring than watching the sea of clouds at the mission platform in Nanshan?
"Let's talk about it later." The old man Xingtan smiled bitterly and pointed at himself.
"Okay." Old man Xingtan really didn't want to leave, and old man Qingniu didn't force himself.
The latter bent down to pick up a dead branch of an apricot tree and shook it at the former: "I'll take this with me."
"Teacher is free."
After watching the teacher summon the green ox, he turned over and stepped on it to sit firmly, then the old man Xingtan said, "Teacher, why don't you stay for a few more days?"
"If I really stay..." Old Man Qingniu pressed the bamboo hat on his head, "Are you willing?"
"Teacher, walk slowly!"
"Ah!"
…
Eastern region, academy, small courtyard.
Kuang Jijiu observed his surroundings, and then used Confucian etiquette to create a barrier.
Whatever happens next in the barrier, Kuang Jijiu can detect it in time as long as he explores the barrier forcefully or intentionally.
The most basic requirements of Confucian etiquette: do not look at anything inappropriate, do not hear anything inappropriate...
"The doctor has examined the injury and Mr. Peng is indeed fine." After confirming that the surrounding environment was safe, Kuang Jijiu said to Mo Jijiu.
"He was fine." Mo Jijiu put down his glass.
"Then why do you still look so depressed? I thought you were having random thoughts again."
"I do think so, but I don't want to think too much."
"Oh?" Kuang Jijiu's eyes became more interested, "What did you think of?"
"I was thinking, Mr. Ji's clothes are so neat."
"Mr. Xuegong, you still need to wear clothes..." Kuang Jijiu thought it was nothing, but he immediately came back to his senses, "When did it happen?"
"When Chun Dajiu came out to break up the fight."
"I didn't even notice."
"You are the person in charge of Confucian etiquette. Isn't it the scope of etiquette to wear good clothes or not?" Mo Jijiu felt strange.
"...But he had put on his clothes, so I didn't notice." Kuang Jijiu also felt aggrieved.
"Too."
"However, it's been a while since he went in, and he still hasn't taken off his clothes? It's really strange." Kuang Jijiu also discovered the problem.
"This is the strange thing." Mo Jijiu nodded.
"Moreover, that night, the shadowy man ran to the west, and Mr. Ji also went to the west to check. He didn't arrive until noon when we were drawing Mao. Do you think it could be him?" Kuang Jijiu guessed.
"No! It was definitely not him that night, and it was impossible for him to hide it and pretend he didn't find out."
"How can you be so sure?" Kuang Jijiu asked.
"Mr. Xuegong leads a team to patrol and catch thieves! He can't investigate alone, he takes the students with him. If something happens to him, the wound ruptures, and he can't hold on anymore, the students will jump to the next level and report for help. Isn't that true? Are you exposed?"
"Or did he find the flying knife and deliberately didn't tell it?" Kuang Jijiu broke the casserole and asked.
"The flying knives must always be on display. If he hides the knife I gave him, the student will definitely remind him. The flying knives will resonate when they are close to each other, and the students will definitely be able to find it. Besides, there is no airtight in the world. The wall. If the students discover something unusual, it will definitely spread privately, and we can’t hide it."
"What if he intends to control your Thousand Ink Minds so that the flying knives cannot resonate?" Kuang Jijiu continued to investigate.
"Mo's Qianjiyiyi is very rough compared to your Confucian etiquette. If he forced a confrontation, there would be a lot of noise. Then wouldn't he reveal his secrets?"
"That's true." Kuang Jijiu thought of the large number of flying knives that flew out of the Qian Ji Zhu that night, "Isn't there any intention that can completely restrain your Qian Ji Yi?"
"There are still some, such as the senior riding the green bull... the direction you are paying attention to is wrong!"
"What can we do? We can't let the mastermind behind it continue like this."
"Hmph!" Mo Jijiu drank all the wine in the glass and put down the glass, "There is someone you can keep an eye on openly."
"who?"
Mo Jijiu didn't speak, but pointed in the direction of the main hall.
"You know something, but you never told us."
