At the end, Feng Qianqian said: "We must keep this secret plan, and we must not let the seventh person know about it." Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 info so, I think, will be able to lead to the real culprit behind it. ”

Wuxi said excitedly: "Master Feng, you can rest assured, this matter is related to the lives of my Jingxin Nunnery's head Shi Tai and Uncle Wu, Xiao Ni will definitely fully cooperate with you to let the real murderer appear on the surface." ”

He also said without complaint: "Lord Liu, what are your orders now, what should Xiao Ni do next?"

Liu Xufei thought for a while, and said softly: "In this way, no complaints, you are the eldest disciple of Master Jingxin, and this matter is up to you, and Wuxi will cooperate on the side." The four of us are outsiders, and after all, talking is not enough to make people believe, so we hide in the dark and observe. In this way, there will be a harvest. So, Liu Xufei and the six of them discussed the details again, and the arrangements were completed, so they dispersed and left.

In the evening, Wuxian and Wuxi came to the nunnery and reported to the thief the results of the examination just now. The group of Ni gathered, and they were also looking forward to it. At this time, I heard the thief Tai Rin and said: "No complaints, do you mean that when the senior sister of the head of the family was dying, she wrote the murderer's name on the couch?"

"Yes, Uncle Shi. He replied without complaint or regret: "Meditation meditation in the outhouse, next to the couch where the master was lying, a word was written in blood on it, and the disciple was thinking that it should be the name of the murderer, so the disciple boldly guessed that the murderer must be someone from the meditation nunnery." ”

The thief couldn't help but ask nervously, "No complaints, what is the word on the couch?"

He said without complaint: "Now that the sky is dark and the lights are unknown, besides, the master may be writing that word crookedly, some grass, but the strokes are clear, like the master's handwriting." The stakes are so high that the disciples dare not jump to conclusions. So, lock the Zen door again, don't dare to stay in the outhouse for a long time, and wait until tomorrow when the morning dawns, and the disciples wait for a group of people to go in together, so that it is fair to everyone. ”

The thief nodded, but his expression was a little dazed. Master Liguang on the side said: "It's okay now, as long as you can see clearly what the senior sister of the head of the family wrote when she was dying, you can know who the murderer is." In public, no one can deny it. ”

At night, the sky is dark and silent, and it is also dark in the meditation house. When Zhang Qiurong was here, there was still some popularity here, but now that she is gone, it is also quiet, and the death of Jingxin Shitai here is even more eerie.

As soon as he saw a black figure sweeping like a ghost, he quietly jumped through the window into the outhouse. She had a black scarf on her face, was under forty years old, had sharp eyes, a lean figure, a cautious expression, and a long sword in her hand. Who was she? It was the middle-aged woman in black who assassinated the meditation master that night.

The woman in black came to the couch, lifted the quilt, and saw a ball of blood on the couch striking, which came into view. The woman said in a secret voice: "I didn't expect this cunning meditation to really leave a word on this couch, and there was a quilt to cover it, so I didn't see it." So, the woman in black took out a fire fold, lit it, leaned over, and leaned close to the couch to see the words more clearly.

Suddenly, a sword light shone under the couch, and a chilling sword aura came. Because the person under the bed shot too fast, the middle-aged woman in black couldn't dodge, and her left arm was stabbed by the blade. As soon as she exclaimed, she saw a slender figure tumbling out from under the couch, which was actually Feng Qianqian, who was holding the Yixue sword.

"How could it be you, is it ......" The middle-aged woman in black looked horrified, and immediately realized that this was a trap, and she was about to jump away on her toes. Suddenly, a white shadow flashed behind him, and it came out of a dark corner in the house, it was Liu Xufei. At the same time, Liu Xufei's right sleeve was raised, and a white powder smoke spilled out, hitting the face of the woman in black. The woman covered her mouth with a black scarf, she was busy holding her breath, her head shook, obviously, powder smoke entered from her eyes and ears, this is the Baicao Drunken Fairy.

Feng Qianqian shouted: "I want to see where you are sacred!" With that, a Yixue sword, with a body like a flying swallow, pounced on the woman in black with a strong wind, and the sword blade swept straight at the woman's face. Obviously, he wanted to take off the black scarf of the man in black.

The woman in black was shocked, and her eyes showed fear. He shook his head, stomped his foot, and jumped out of the window with all his might. But who knows, a big net is opening outside the window, and the three of Wu Resentment, Wu Xi, and Bai Xirou are dragging a corner of the big net.

The woman in black jumped up suddenly, the long sword was horizontal, the sword light flashed, and with a "hiss!", it pierced the sky, and the big net was cut a slit. The three of them rebounded because of their strength, and the three fell to the ground, and the woman in black took the opportunity to fly towards the nunnery.

At this time, Feng Qianqian broke out of the window and stood by the big net, without complaining that the three of them had no martial arts, and they couldn't stop the long sword of the woman in black at all. At this time, I saw Liu Xufei stepping from outside, and her breath was a little unstable. Obviously, the child in her belly was getting older, and she didn't have the strength to jump out of the window at all, so she had to run quickly from the Zen gate.

Bai Xirou got up and suddenly shouted, "Quick, Miss Feng, the woman in black has gone to the nunnery." It seems to be the direction in which the teachers of enlightenment, theft, and light live. ”

"Okay!" Feng Qianqian replied casually, and swept away with a light skill. Liu Xufei and Wu Yan and others ran non-stop to chase after them.

The black-clothed woman in front of her was a little unstable, obviously flying with a breath, but she was still far ahead of Feng Qianqian. In the moonlight, I saw the woman in black stop in front of Mrs. Guang's room, push the door and enter. I don't know if she was familiar with this room, or if she was lucky, the door was not locked from the inside in the big night. After the woman in black entered, she slammed the door behind again.

When Feng Qianqian turned over and landed on the ground, she pushed open the door of Mrs. Guang's room, and saw her lying on the edge of the couch, and her left arm was bleeding. The long sword also fell to the ground, and the night clothes on his body were also stained with blood, becoming wet, and the black towel on his face was still intact on his face. The windows were unlocked, just lightly hidden.

Feng Qianqian's breath was short, and she just stood in place, not knowing what to do. The woman in black chased after her, right in front of her, but fainted. Feng Qianqian didn't know whether to say that she was lucky, or whether to say that Liu Xufei's Baicao Drunken Immortal had a miraculous effect, and the woman in black fainted like this.

In the moment when Feng Qianqian was stunned, Liu Xufei and the four of them had also arrived and entered the door of Mrs. Guang's room one after another. Looking at the black-clothed woman lying crookedly on the edge of the couch, Wuxi exclaimed, "Could it be that the person who killed the master is Uncle Guang?"

Without complaint, his face turned white, and he cautiously walked towards the light. After making sure that she was really unconscious, she reached out and lifted the black scarf that covered her face. A familiar face caught everyone's eyes, and the woman in black was actually Mrs. Guang. Her left arm was still dripping with blood, drop by drop, and fell crisply to the ground.

Wu Zhi said in shock: "Just now she jumped into the meditation meditation residence to see the blood words on the couch, the wound on her arm was stabbed by the Feng Shi Master, the person who killed the master was Uncle Guang? How could it be her?" Wu Complaint's eyes widened, full of shock, she couldn't have imagined that all this was done by Master Guangtai. But in front of her, the bleeding wound on her left arm, the inky black night clothes on her body, and the black scarf on her face all told a few people in the room so really that just now, the one who broke into the meditation at night was the light. (To be continued.) )