Martial Arts Master Travelled to Ancient Time and Farms

At the foot of Xianyun Peak, a group of people walked up the steps.

Cheng Ling stood on the edge of the crowd, followed the crowd, and greeted Mr. Wu first: "I've met Mr. Wu!"

Then someone stood up. It was Wang Yun who had been with Luo You all year round. With a smile on his face, this person shouted: "Brother Lu, Brother Yu, Brother Wangping... You guys are late today, are you coming?" Punishment? Haha!"

Wang Yun has a kind face. He is the most versatile person around Luo You and can joke with everyone.

As usual, Mr. Lu and others who arrived late must have wanted to give Wang Yun face, but this time it was different.

Mr. Lu was seen with a sullen face, as were Yu Qiao and others behind him. Mr. Wu walked beside Mr. Lu, his face even more ashen as water.

Wang Yun's smile froze, and he was about to say something else. At this moment, he saw Mr. Lu stepping on the last stone step down the slope. The group came to the top of the peak. Mr. Lu looked at Luo You and said in a deep voice: "Brother Luo, Zhang Yun is dead."

What?

The bustling summit felt as if something strange had pressed the pause button, and everyone looked shocked.

After a while, before Luo You could speak, Wang Yun hurriedly asked: "Brother Lu, this, I...did we hear it correctly? What you just said was, Zhang Yun, the Zhang Yun from our academy, is he dead?"

Mr. Lu's face was heavy, his voice was cold, and he said: "Yes, Zhang Yun returned home yesterday, and we originally made an appointment to meet at the foot of the academy mountain at sunrise this morning. He has always been punctual, and before the time came this time, I sent my subordinates Go to his house and ask."

The result of the inquiry can be imagined: "Zhang Yun's family went to the door of his room to call for help, but no one answered, so they pushed the door open and went in. In the end, they found that Zhang Yun died in front of the desk in his room!"

"This..." Wang Yun was still in shock and could not recover. At that time, he swallowed several times and said with difficulty, "Died in front of the desk. This is so normal. How could he die? How did he die? Died of illness. still……"

"He killed him!" Mr. Lu said, "Zhang Yun was killed at home by someone sneaking in!"

As soon as the word "kill" came out, there was another moment of silence.

The state of Wei has been relatively stable in recent years, and the public security in Yongzhou is also pretty good. Although it is not as bad as leaving the house open at night and not picking up things on the road, serious and vicious murders like this are still rare.

Those who died were not ordinary people, but students from Kirigakure Academy!

In particular, Zhang Yuncai had just become famous at the Poetry Festival in Zhaixinglou, and his grades had always been among the best in Wuyin Academy.

He has received the joint recommendation from the academy teachers and will be able to go to Beijing at the end of this year to take part in the imperial examination next spring!

Zhang Yun's death cannot be equated with the death of a small person on the roadside, and must be investigated in depth.

Wang Yun's mind was a little confused. He looked at the heavy-faced Mr. Lu and his party. Even though he was usually very lively, he didn't know what to say at this moment. He only blurted out one sentence: "Zhang Yun is dead, so what are you doing?" What are you doing here?"

The most fearful thing is that the air will be quiet again.

But what Wang Yun said actually made sense: Yes, Zhang Yun died. Such a big thing happened. As a classmate and a good friend, it was natural and reasonable that everyone would be embarrassed to continue the poetry meeting. Already?

Mr. Lu and his entourage came here in a hurry, just to report a message?

If we want to report the news, wouldn't it be enough for just one or two people to come?

…

Well, the atmosphere is awkward again.

So, the people who came first from Luo You's side, together with Mr. Lu and other people who came later, stood on the top of Xianyun Peak, looking at each other in bewilderment.

After a while, Mr. Lu coughed and said: "After Zhang Yun was found dead, the Zhang family reported it to the police immediately. Mr. Wu, myself, and all my classmates also rushed to the scene immediately."

He spoke in a slow and authentic tone: "The state thief Cao Yu sent Capt. Zhou and three other first-class detectives to investigate the case. After investigation, it was discovered that the doors and windows were closed when Zhang Yun died. He was He was locked in the house and beaten to death with a slap."

"There was a purple-red palm print on Zhang Yun's chest. The palm print sunk half an inch from his sternum. His heart was squeezed and broken by this palm! Zhang Yun's heart bled and he died with his eyes open."

This description of the death was a bit too detailed. Behind Mr. Lu, many scholars turned away with unbearable expressions.

As for Luo You, everyone couldn't help but be attracted by his words, and at the same time they also showed expressions of regret.

Mr. Lu looked at Luo You and said forcefully:

"Brother Luo, Zhang Yun's death state has distinct characteristics. There is a unique skill in the Luo clan, called the Bone-Breaking Heart Palm. This is the unique skill of the Luo clan and cannot be learned by non-direct descendants! And Zhang Yun was clearly transformed into a bone. Killed by the Heart-Destroying Palm!"

This sentence means something, and every word is shocking.

Luo You's eyes suddenly turned cold. He also looked at Young Master Lu and said with suppressed anger in his voice: "Why, Brother Lu suspects that I killed Zhang Yun?"

Mr. Lu roared and said: "I am just discussing the matter and telling the facts. As for who killed Zhang Yun, I am not able to make a conclusion. In the end, it will naturally depend on the result of Cao Cao's investigation!"

Luo You also snorted and laughed. For a moment, the two looked at each other, but it was as if they were fighting back and forth with swords and swords.

Wang Yun quickly interrupted and said with a smile: "Haha, Luo Jinglun killed someone? H-how is this possible? Isn't this just a joke? Mr. Lu is right. Whatever the facts are, the case needs to be finalized by Cao Cao."

With that said, he quickly called everyone to get ready. Today's poetry meeting cannot be held, but the dogwood planting activity can continue.

Wang Yun's words are also very nice: "Brother Zhang Yun unfortunately passed away. We may not be able to do anything else, but we can still insert Brother Zhang Yun's root with the dogwood when inserting it. .”

As soon as this statement came out, it immediately aroused a lot of resonance, and everyone praised Wang Yun for his thoughtfulness, affection and righteousness.

In this way, the topic was taken astray, and the guilt-like atmosphere that Mr. Lu had created before naturally dissipated.

Mr. Lu was not in a hurry. He followed the others and planted the dogwood they brought.

After inserting his own one, he took out a spare dogwood and inserted it in place of Zhang Yun.

When he stood up, Mr. Lu looked at Li Ling, who was standing in the corner, and suddenly said: "Brother Cheng, are you familiar with Zhang Yun?"

Cheng Ling was stunned for a moment. Was this... the fire burning him?

"Zhang Yun and I have only met a few times." Cheng Ling immediately denied, "Why does Brother Lu ask this?"

Mr. Lu said: "According to Zhang Yun's family, Zhang Yun originally had a fiancée who was the young lady of Dai Ji Dyeing House. Later, Dai Ji Dyeing House was acquired by Brother Cheng, and Lady Dai stayed in the new dyeing house to work. Brother Cheng, Zhang Yun The family suspects that you killed Zhang Yun."

Is this a person sitting at home while a pot comes from the sky?