After the heavy rain, it was a rare sunny day, and the weather was a bit hotter than before. Cicadas kept chirping on the trees, which all indicated that the weather had entered midsummer.

Huafang Building, back alley.

At this time, people from the government were already on alert here, checking the surrounding shops and pedestrians.

Seven people died in a row, and one of them was a doctor from the Ministry of War. This case was a major case in Chang'an City in recent years. In addition, the Ming Emperor ordered the Jingzhao Mansion, Qintian Prison, the Ministry of Punishment and the Four Halls of Dali Temple to jointly try this case.

No one in the government or the public knew about it for a while, and more people were watching the excitement to see how the situation would develop. Such a major event is still rare to see.

As the young minister of Dali Temple, Chen Tongzhi inevitably participated in this case. Squatting on the ground, Chen Tongzhi touched the body on the ground with his hands, carefully exploring the wounds of the deceased and the degree of decay of the body.

"I have long heard that Mr. Chen's ability to handle cases is the best in Dali Temple. Today, when I saw it, it turned out to be extraordinary. He is interested in corpses." A feminine man in red official robes held a handkerchief in his hand and covered his mouth.

He smiled teasingly at Chen Tongzhi.

Chen Tongzhi took off the gloves on his hands and threw them aside. He turned around and looked at the sinister and feminine man. He was not angry and said with a smile: "Mu Xiao, I can't see that a bitch like you can come here.

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"You," Mu Xiao stretched out a finger and pointed at Chen Tongzhi. He was obviously very angry that he dared to slander himself like this. Mu Xiao said "hum" and retracted his finger. Nothing else, he couldn't beat him.

This Chang'an Tiger.

Compared with those who once stood at the entrance of major academies and shouted "come out with some people who can fight", there is a huge difference between Mu Xiao and Chen Tongzhi, but they only rely on their current status as minister of the Ministry of Justice.

Just a few words of teasing in front of him.

Chen Tongzhi ignored Mu Xiao. Instead, he walked up to a Taoist boy standing at the entrance of a back alley, saluted the Taoist boy, and then asked, "What did the supervisor see?"

After hearing what Chen Tongzhi said, the Taoist boy named Xiao Jianzheng turned his head, put the index finger of his right hand in front of his mouth, made a hissing sound, and said softly: "Lord Chen, please keep your voice down, otherwise you will disturb the ghosts of the deceased."

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Chen Tongzhi quickly said yes. The little Taoist boy in front of him was the only person sent by Qintianjian, but no one could underestimate him. He was the closed disciple of Yuan Jianzheng, who followed him in Qintianjian.

While the brothers are practicing, he also has this level of identity, that is, he is a chess friend who wins five games in seven games with His Majesty the Ming Emperor.

He is the most valuable person among those present, but this is not the reason why Chen Tongzhi admires him. Back then, Chen Tongzhi was deceived and accidentally came to Qintian Prison to compete in martial arts. He saw the little Taoist boy standing in the yard for punishment.

He mistakenly thought that this academy looked down on him, so he wanted to take the opportunity to cause a scene. As a result, he was slapped by the little Taoist boy in front of him and fell to the ground unconscious. From then on, Chen Tongzhi restrained himself a lot and joined the

Dali Temple.

Chen Tongzhi nodded and stopped disturbing the little Taoist boy, and instead went to talk to the person from Jingzhao Mansion who was questioning pedestrians and shops.

"Master Yan, what have you gained?"

Yan Zheng also smiled bitterly, and said to Chen Tongzhi: "It's been a whole morning, and I haven't gained much. It rained heavily yesterday, and there were lightning and thunder. Most of the shops around were mortals, and they couldn't hear anything. Where are you?"

Chen Tongzhi shook his head and said: "Same, the murderer is a veteran. All seven of them were killed with one stab. There are no extra wounds, so it's hard to tell anything."

"Who said there were only seven people? It was obviously eight people."

The little Taoist boy's voice came from behind them. The two people turned around, looked at the angry little Taoist boy and asked, "Why did the supervisor say there were eight people? There are only seven bones here."

The little prison officer took the candy man from the guard's hand and took a big bite. After he was satisfied, he said: "A person from our Qintian Prison has been killed. The only people who can kill us are practitioners. You

Think mortals can know anything."

Both of them were shocked. If the cultivator showed off his violence, the few people present would not be able to see it. They would have to ask Qin Tian Jian to intervene vigorously.

Yan Zheng bent down and said respectfully to the little Taoist boy: "Please give me a clear explanation from Mr. Zheng, the young eunuch."

"Simple, those seven people did die by swords, and there was no power of cultivation involved. You can find out."

"But the death of my Qin Tian supervisor is beyond your control. Before I came, my senior brother had already gone to do divination."

After that, the little Taoist boy continued to eat the candy man, and then ran out of the alley like flying. It was a rare time to come out. I didn't want to waste a day here, so I went to play for a while and then go back. Anyway, my senior brother didn't have time to care about me.

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Yan Zheng and Chen Tongzhi looked at the disappeared little Taoist boy's back, looked at each other, and were thinking about whether they should go to Qintian Prison to inform them, when the little Taoist boy's voice came.

"Don't sue me, I'm very vindictive."

After the two heard this, they had to give up this idea. Then they saw a young Taoist at the end of the back alley smiling at them. Then he disappeared in a flash, and the two of them saluted quickly.

After confirming that the young Taoist left, the two of them touched the cold sweat on their heads and smiled bitterly. It was really brothers who were fighting, and others suffered.

Chen Tongzhi picked up the results of their investigation and looked at it carefully. In the last column of the Huafang Tower, it was marked as inaccessible.

Chen Tongzhi pointed to this column and asked Yan Zheng: "Master Yan, this is it."

Yan Zheng looked helpless: "I just sent someone to negotiate, but they directly told us that the shopkeeper is not at home and cannot enter." After Yan Zheng said this, he stretched out his hands to indicate that he had nothing to do.

Chen Tongzhi looked at the gate of Huafang Building in the back alley, then looked at the investigation results in his hands, and stepped on the bluestone angrily.

All in vain.

Wang Yi didn't know this. He was sitting in the courtyard of Ziwu Lane, looking at the full moon that was about to return to its full glory.

At this time in previous years, there were always all kinds of people around me. There were parents, uncle Qi Wang, and then there was the master, the old man, and several senior brothers.

This year I am the only one.

Today is the fifth day of May, the Dragon Boat Festival. A day for family reunion.

Now Wang Yi is alone, and the people around him are walking away and scattered. Some of them will be seen again, and some have already seen each other for the last time.

No one knows why Wang Yi didn't start practicing since he was a child, and no one said that Wang Yi couldn't practice. When he entered Chang'an City, he just hadn't practiced.

Back then, the old man gave him a lot of advice, but he didn't have the subject of cultivation. Wang Yi thought about it later, but didn't ask.

On the contrary, the old man said to Wang Yi one day: "You are not suitable for practicing Kung Fu in the human world, it will make you feel uncomfortable."

Wang Yi didn't understand the exercises that were not suitable for the human world at the time, and he doesn't understand them now, but now if he

If you don't practice "Spring Breeze Crossing", then everything about you will disappear, and you can only go back in despair and accompany the old man to fish every day with nothing to do.

Now that he didn't feel any discomfort, he even doubted whether the old man had lied to him.

But no one can doubt the old man, just because everything he said did not develop in the direction he told. When he and Wang Yi and the others left the valley, the old man did not come to say goodbye, but Wang Yi knew that the old man could not leave without leaving the valley.

Everyone will know the general trend of the world.

Just like when I sent someone to rescue me.

I don’t know how the old man is doing. Will the monkeys in the back mountain still go to the spring to hang out and play? The plums in the yard should be ripe soon.

Some people tend not to think of their home, but only think of the benefits of home when they are sad or tired.

What about Wang Yi?

Home has long been gone, dissipated in the winter of Tianbao's fifth year. With the departure of Uncle King Qi, it has ended up nowhere. As for the home earlier, the memory has tended to fade.

People often say that if we know each other, we will cherish each other, and the bright moon will shine brightly.

If you don’t have a destination in your heart, you will be wandering wherever you go.

Wang Yi has been wandering for ten years. Master, the old man should be fine with the care of his senior brothers. Li Shuyue, the little girl back then has now become a direct disciple of Jiange.

Then I am at my destination, looking back, looking, looking.

A picture appeared in Wang Yi's mind.

A burly man, wearing special armor, on his head, there is a little boy grabbing his helmet, shouting: "Dad, fly, fly."

The big man who was a high-ranking general in the army didn't care about his son's movements. Hearing his son's shouts, he ran more and more vigorously.

At this time, a gentle woman glanced at the two husbands playing, smiled faintly, then silently lowered her head and put the needle and thread in her hand through the damaged clothes, and carefully mended them.

Wang Yi no longer raised his head, silently crossed his knees, put his chin on his knees, and muttered: "Dad, Mom, I'm fine, don't worry."

Wang Yi recalled the last day he saw his father. It was a cold afternoon. With the help of his mother, his father was putting on his own armor. After seeing little Wang Yi running towards him, the man looked at little Wang Yi.

Yi made a face. Not to be outdone, Xiao Wang Yi retorted, making the man laugh. After putting on the armor, he picked up Xiao Wang Yi. Xiao Wang Yi kept shivering due to the coldness of the armor.

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"Son, this time daddy will find you a big sword from the Northern Qi Dynasty." The man said quite proudly, which made his mother-in-law look disgusted. She even said, "Why do you want that? Don't listen to your daddy."

But little Wang Yi said: "Dad, I want the biggest one." The man kissed Wang Yi hard, then laughed loudly and said that this is my son.

Then, he walked outside, and when he approached the door, he extended his thumb to Wang Yi.

Wang Yi stretched out his tender little hand and raised a small, yet similar thumbs up. Then the man walked into the wind and snow.

From then on, there was one more child without parents in the world.
Chapter completed!