I'm the best catcher in martial arts

Chapter 307 Shen Lian, you don’t want Fahai to know either…

"Pindao is very sure of one thing now!"

"What's up?"

"Although the appearance is not very similar, your appearance is an outlier in the Shen family, but you must be a real Shen family, more similar to Shen Yumen."

"Senior, you are so old. Why are you still playing with ethics when you are such an older senior?"

Shen Lian subconsciously complained.

He said in his heart that although my appearance is not similar to Shen Zaikuan, Shen Yumen, or Shen Lang, I am definitely not some prince, devil, or Buddhist left among the people.

Jiang Laodao snorted coldly: "Shen Lian, you should know better than anyone why I came to you, right?"

"The younger generation treats the elders like gods and has always treated them with courtesy. They never dare to be disrespectful at all. The elders should not listen to slander and wrongfully accuse a good person."

The more Shen Lian talked, the more aggrieved he became, as if he had been really wronged. At least 80% of the prisoners in the six-door prison were not as good at acting as Shen Lian.

"Senior, if you are an expert, you will definitely not believe the slander. It is all the fault of the person who made up the slander. When you are full, go to him and beat him as you like. If you break him, I will pay for it!"

"Hmph! Don't tempt me. You are a smart guy who has been confused all your life. Haven't you heard that monks don't lie? Monks are not allowed to lie."

Jiang Laodao gave a reminder.

Shen Lian was suddenly shocked. If the old monk abided by the Buddhist precepts, it meant that he had never lied.

When the old monk introduced himself, he joked about his dharma name. His dharma name seemed to be

--Fahai!

Shen Lian: (;Дi|!)

Shen Lian's face was covered with cold sweat.

its not right!

Fahai should be a talent from the Tang Dynasty!

When Shen Lian was making up the story, he had read information about Jinshan Temple and Fahai. Fahai was from the Tang Dynasty and was born into the Pei family, the same family as the "Evil King" Shi Zhixuan. His father had been the prime minister.

It is said that a certain prince suffered from a serious disease and the imperial doctor did not know how to treat it, so Fahai became a monk on his behalf.

This is called "substitute monk".

Fahai was quite reluctant at the beginning. When he was fetching water and wood, he muttered, "A monk eats water, and it's hard to digest even if he eats it." Later, he received enlightenment from an eminent monk, and since then he sincerely cultivated Buddhism, and eventually became a generation of eminent monks.

How could Fahai survive until now?

Can this dharma title be inherited?

Shen Lian looked at Jiang Laodao in shock.

Looking at Shen Lian's expression, Jiang Laodao knew that Shen Lian understood the meaning of his words. He smiled with a kind smile on his face and patted Shen Lian on the shoulder.

"I heard that you like pen and ink records?"

"A good memory is not as good as a bad pen. Write down what you hear and see in time. When you encounter relevant problems in the future, you can find reference materials in time!"

"That's good. If you like writing so much, you must have written a lot of articles, right? What have you written?"

Shen Lian smiled and talked nonsense: "Senior, you are telling a joke. This junior loves to dance with guns and sticks. I can use the gun barrel very smoothly, but I can't use the pen barrel."

Jiang Laodao nodded in agreement: "So the handwriting of this manuscript looks like a dog crawling. If it was written by someone with a gun barrel, it can be explained clearly."

What Jiang Laodao took out was none other than the first draft of the Legend of White Snake that Shen Lian had originally submitted to Tianji Pavilion.

"Shen Captou is really good at writing. Who would have thought that the famous Legend of White Snake was written by a murderer who likes to dance with guns and sticks. This is really interesting!"

Although Jiang Laodao didn't say anything, you could tell what he meant by looking at his sullen eyes.

——Shen Lian, you don’t want Fahai to know that you are the author of The Legend of White Snake, right?

Shen Lian: ＿|￣|○

You old man are so boring!

How can you even find out these things?

"Are you curious, how did I discover this secret? You took the initiative to tell me."

"Senior, please clarify my doubts."

"You were playing with the two girls, and you were so proud of the spring breeze that you couldn't help but sing a few lyrics. These lyrics are not in the opera, but are only in the first draft."

Shen Lian: Taking a peek and saying love words will make the eyes of needles grow!

Shen Lian did reveal his true identity inadvertently.

As we all know, if you take two beauties to play on the Broken Bridge in the West Lake, you will have to hum a few lines, and even have the man and woman sing in duet and perform "Love in the Rain".

There are so many songs about The Legend of White Snake, some of which can be performed on stage, and some of which cannot.

The few lines that Shen Lian hummed happened to be the ones that impressed him the most. They were written in the manuscript but never performed on the stage, and they happened to be heard by Jiang Laodao.

A man like Jiang Laodao, who was always extremely bored with nothing to do, subconsciously investigated several times.

Then Shen Lian knelt down!

"May I ask what your senior's orders are?"

“Hmph hum hum hum~~~~”

Jiang Laodao snorted in a strange way, looking like a corrupt official who levied exorbitant taxes. Shen Lian felt a chill down his spine and almost threw the plate away.

"Senior, you are a highly qualified person. You cannot make such a gesture. It is too out of touch and not solemn enough."

"Your idea is so tacky!

Who says seniors must be calm and dignified?

Who says heroes must be handsome and handsome?

Can't the senior masters escape and have fun?

Can't a martial arts hero be bald and have freckles?

Those are all boring fantasies of ordinary people. In fact, some heroes are bald, some are fat, some have plasters on their faces, and some are full of wrinkles.

In the same way, seniors are not necessarily stable. Some have returned to their roots, with a childlike innocence, doing whatever they want, just like a naughty boy who can use the purest eyes to see through the cause and effect of the mortal world and see the impermanence of worldly affairs. "

Shen Lian gave a thumbs up: "Senior, what you said is very correct. Did you win the chess game last night?"

Jiang Laodao: Beep beep beep beep beep beep...

"I'll take you to the West Lake to have some fun."

"playing what?"

"Play a fishing game."

"Do you want to wear a helmet?"

"No, you don't need a helmet when fishing for bait."

Jiang Laodao grabbed Shen Lian and flew to the West Lake. Tantai Jingming asked: "Zuo Shi, should we do something? For example, send away all the tourists around so that my husband will not be embarrassed."

Zuo Shi's face was slightly blushing: "I made bread from this lake yesterday. I originally thought of going to the lake today, but I didn't expect that only the second master would go to the lake!"

"You think so far."

"Whatever the second master likes, I will do."

"My husband likes to dance with guns and sticks the most."

"This slave is also good at dancing with a spear and a stick!"

Tantai Jingming: ⊙﹏⊙∥

Zuo Shi: ()

Jiang Laodao left at noon.

Shen Lian originally wanted to invite him to lunch and taste the most authentic "West Lake Fish in Vinegar" in Hangzhou.

Jiang Laodao received the invitation.

Jiang Laodao ran away in a hurry.

It is said that that day, he made a breakthrough in his Qinggong!

…

Hangzhou government office.

Feng Shaoqing invited Shen Lian to visit the government office.

As the prefect of Hangzhou, and having entered the official career through the imperial examination, Feng Shaoqing was an extraordinary person, with several big bosses standing behind him, and he was very keen on information.

The Hu Weiyong case was over, and Feng Shaoqing did not need to obtain information from Shen Lian, so he became much colder.

However, the people behind the scenes have recently received news that Shen Lian has made another breakthrough in martial arts and has reached Yang Wuji. His body refining has reached Yang Wuji, enough to be rewarded with the title of Viscount.

According to what Zhu Yuanzhang deliberately revealed, Shen Lian's fiefdom was in Hangzhou, most likely Qiantang.

Detective Shen Lian can act cold.

Shen Lian, the son of Qiantang County, can no longer be indifferent.

After twenty years of ups and downs in the officialdom, Feng Shaoqing can be said to be a fox among foxes. His face is as thick as a city wall. He seems to have lost his previous indifference and regards Shen Lian as his nephew.

How?

The daughter of Cheng Yantang, the prefect of Suzhou, was Shen Lian's junior sister, and Cheng Yantang was Shen Lian's half-uncle.

Feng Shaoqing and Cheng Yantang are classmates and good friends. They are as close as brothers and can be regarded as half uncles of Shen Lian.

This relationship is actually not bullshit.

Studying at the same school, taking the imperial examination at the same time, and passing the examination at the same time, the relationship is closer than that of sworn brothers. If there is a boy and a girl in the family, they will already have a baby marriage.

"My good nephew has been very stable recently. I heard those in the world say that if Mr. Shen is settled, the world will be stable and they can take a breath."

"Uncle Feng has misunderstood. My nephew has always convinced others with virtue. He has never done anything for personal gain or perverted the law. He will not use force to oppress good people. Anyone who is afraid of me is not a good person and should be arrested. "

"Has your nephew been involved in any recent cases?"

"I came back from the Western Regions. I am physically and mentally exhausted. I just want to rest in Suzhou and Hangzhou for a few months. There doesn't seem to be any big cases in the world that are worthy of my attention, right?"

"I have something I would like to ask my nephew to help me with."

"Uncle Feng, please speak."

"Does my nephew know about the Hell Escort Agency?"

"I know, the ace killer of the Hell Escort Agency, a rich and poor double killer, was killed by my friend in the Western Region."

Feng Shaoqing put his heart in his stomach when he heard this.

"This makes me feel relieved. A few days ago, the Ma family, a wealthy family in Qiantang County, received a notice from the Hell Escort Bureau, stating that they would kill all the Ma family in seven days. Originally, they wanted to ask the eminent monks of Jinshan Temple to help, but my nephew is here Now, I’ll leave this matter to my nephew, what does my nephew think?”

Shen Lian smiled and said: "The family will be wiped out in seven days? This is true, but it is not the Ma family that will wipe out the family!"

…

Majia Mansion is located in Feidiao Town, Qiantang County.

Just by hearing the name, you can tell that this town is engaged in the mink fur business. The mink fur goods transported from the north must pass through Feidiao Town, where they will be sewn by the town's skilled craftsmen and sold to various places in the south of the Yangtze River.

The embroidery in Suzhou and Hangzhou is famous all over the world. The people who are best at silk embroidery are the Xue family of Shenzhen. The craftsmen who are best at making mink fur are probably in Feidiao Town.

In recent days, Feidiao Town has been filled with a chilling atmosphere.

The reason is very simple. Ma Xiangxing, the head of the Ma family, did not know who to offend. That hero did not hesitate to spend a lot of money to hire the Hell Escort Bureau to kill all the Ma family's young and old.

It is said that the commission is 150,000 taels of gold.

It is said that the head of the Hell Escort Bureau, a killer who has been famous in the world for decades, personally participated in this killing.

One hundred and fifty thousand taels of gold is enough for all the killers in the Hell Escort Bureau to live comfortably for the rest of their lives. After completing this order, everyone can wash their hands of each other.

Ma Xiangxing only felt that the dog was beeping.

Although their family is a wealthy family, their total property is worth at most 20,000 taels of gold. His family is not alone in the business in Feidiao Town.

Being able to afford 150,000 taels of gold means that he has at least one million taels of gold. Such a rich man can easily crush the Ma family to death, so why would he need to hire a killer?

Although the land of Suzhou and Hangzhou was prosperous, the only families that could afford so much money were the Shen family and the Lu family.

Even if Ma Xiangxing had his brain trampled by an elephant, he didn't think the two families would hire a killer to kill him.

Who on earth is it?

The Hell Escort Bureau is fierce and powerful, saying that if a person is killed, the whole family will be destroyed. After receiving the murder notice from the Hell Escort Bureau, the Ma family is full of young and old, 78 people. It can be said that they are almost certain to die, and a coffin should be prepared.

The Ma family did not prepare a coffin.

Not only did he not prepare a coffin, he didn't even have the slightest fear. Ma Xiangxing was even looking forward to it. When the Hell Escort Bureau arrived, he would know who was going to kill him.

Shen Lian is here.

Shen Lian stayed in the main hall of the Ma family.

Ma Xiangxing had great confidence in Shen Lian. Even if the killers from the Hell Escort Bureau swarmed up, Shen Lian would kill them all, including the head of the Hell Escort Bureau.

Although I have great confidence in Shen Lian, I still have to perform the play that I should perform, otherwise what will happen if people don't come?

If the Hell Escort Bureau knew that Shen Lian was here, they probably wouldn't come to kill him. If they didn't come, they would just ruin the sign, but if they came, they would lose their lives. How could money be important?

In order to ensure the success of the battle, Shen Lian asked Ma Xiangxing to relocate his family. The Ma family had a safe house outside the town called "Jiuzhongxiao". It was not that they were arrogant, but the safe house was located on the mountainside.

That mountain is called Jiuchongxiao.

The Ma family wants to flee to Jiuchongxiao.

The Hell Escort Agency wants to pursue Jiuzhongxiao.

Shen Lian stayed behind in the Ma family's big house.

Um!

After the break!

It is indeed the end of the line!

Shen Lian looked at the tasks left by Jiang Laodao, frowning and thinking about how to break up.

Before Jiang Laodao left, he asked Shen Lian to investigate a special secret. There was no benefit. There were no gold, silver, jewels, martial arts secrets, panacea, elixirs, magic weapons, and there would be many battles involving many secrets.

That is what Shen Lian is looking forward to most now.

When martial arts reaches the realm of the Grand Master, one begins to understand the martial arts that is unique to oneself, and breaks through the Grand Master. When one reaches the level of Infinity and Indestructibility, ordinary secret books are almost of no help, and one needs to understand the martial arts.

Or type it out.

Or realize it.

Where should I start this case?

What the hell does this have to do with the Ji family and the Demon Sect?

What do the sages of the Ji family and masters of the Demon Cult hide in the secrets that have been lost in the torrent of history?

The more Shen Lian thought about it, the more anticipation he felt. Even the depression after staying for a long time was completely eliminated by the excitement.

…

Rooster stack.

This is the weirdest inn in Feidiao Town.

It not only sells rice, noodles, wine and food, but also large and small coffins. The inn that sells coffins can be said to be the weirdest among the weird, so the owner is called Weibo.

That night, the cold fog filled the air, and the weather was so cold that it made people feel chilly all over. There was no business in the Rooster Inn. The strange uncle was about to board the board when several carriages came outside.

A carriage stopped outside the Cock Inn door.

Nine carriages lined up neatly in the square.

The square was used for coffins and was very, very spacious, otherwise it could not accommodate nine carriages.

A young man whose whole body was as black as ink, as black as burnt charcoal, jumped out of the carriage with a smile. Looking from a distance, he could only see a row of small white teeth and two eyes. He was even weirder than a weirdo. .

"Shopkeeper, don't be in a hurry to close. Today is your day to make a fortune. I need some coffins."

"How many?"

"A hundred mouths!"