Who lost this loyal dog?

Zhang Ze's eyes turned around Tianyi, only to feel that there was a blur in front of his eyes, and the empty-handed person did not know where to conjure an arrow.

The two-foot-long wooden arrows were very well made, with a small nock at the end, grayish arrow feathers, a straight arrow body, and finally arrow clusters that shone coldly in the candlelight.

He stretched out his hand and lightly brushed the rhombus-shaped metal arrowhead, the sharp edge scraped against his fingertips, and it didn't take much force to cut a wound.

Zhang Ze looked at the arrow several times, but found nothing.

As the saying goes, he has seen pigs run before he has eaten pork. Compared with what he has seen before, such as murder arrows with barbs engraved with blood grooves, huge and powerful siege arrows, and full of concealment, The one in his hand is too ordinary, and it is really difficult for someone to deduce any clues based on it.

However, isn't there someone who is proficient in this way, Zhang Ze raised his eyes to Tianyi.

Tianyi pursed his lips, lowered his head slightly, glanced lightly at the long arrow, then retracted his gaze, and said in a low voice: "This arrow should be made by the government."

government?

Gu Qingfeng?

Zhang Ze was stunned for a moment, then asked subconsciously, "Are you sure?"

Tianyi nodded and pointed to the arrows to explain one by one.

Leaving aside the arrow, the body of this arrow is not made of wood, but made of bamboo.The bamboo that can be used to make arrow shafts requires a straight bamboo body, a hard material, and a smooth surface as much as possible. There are not many commonly used types. Based on the texture of the bamboo arrow, it can be inferred that it is made of Four Seasons bamboo.

Siji bamboo mostly grows in the south of the Yangtze River. It grows fast and is easy to plant. It is the best choice for large-scale production of arrow branches.

There are also arrow feathers. The best arrow feathers are made of golden eagle feathers, which are more stable and allow the arrow to fly farther and shoot more accurately. But this arrow, depending on the color and style of the arrow feathers, should be It is the white-fronted goose—the folks are prohibited from hunting, buying and selling white-fronted geese. In addition, considering the convenience and cheapness, most of the arrows from the people use the feathers of white gooses as arrow feathers.

The arrow body of Sijizhu and the arrow feathers of white-fronted goose are the standard materials for arrows used by the government.

Apart from these, Tian Yi pointed at the junction of the arrow feather and the arrow shaft.

A layer has been worn away there, and with the faint candlelight, it can only be barely seen that a series of numbers were engraved on it.

In order to facilitate management, each arrow of the government will be engraved with a number as a mark.

Zhang Ze frowned, staring silently at the wooden arrow on the table—could it be that Gu Qingfeng got a foot in it?

Arrows come from the government, but not necessarily the people who use them.

He originally thought that the little thief tonight was someone from You Ming who came to steal the treasure map, but now he is not sure.He can't tell now whether the little thief came here to steal the treasure map, or to give away the other half of the treasure map

Moreover, this familiar technique reminded him of the second-handled silver needle he picked up in a city near the beggar gang.

Unknown mysterious forces always seem to like to throw scapegoats everywhere. Last time it was the Beggar Gang. Could it be that they want to involve the government this time?

Not necessarily, maybe he was thinking too much, after all, the government's arrows are not rare, it's normal for an outsider to get one or two by chance... Zhang Ze let out a long breath, only feeling pain in his forehead.

He was originally an ordinary person with no big ambitions. It is really impossible to do this kind of intrigue and twists and turns to see the whole picture from a corner. If he were to be replaced by Gu Qingfeng, he might have found out all three generations of the ancestors who were behind the scenes. Clearly.

A pair of slender fingers with thin calluses landed on his temples at the right time, and massaged slowly with moderate force.

Zhang Ze felt much more comfortable immediately. He relaxed his tense body, leaned back on his strong torso naturally, closed his eyes and felt the familiar breath in his nose.

The room where no one spoke quickly fell silent, only the sound of the candles burning quietly.

After a while, as if he had made up his mind, Zhang Ze opened his eyes and asked, "What kind of person do you think Wen Hongyu is? Is he a good person or a bad person?"

Tianyi glanced at Sujuan who was held by the master again, and immediately understood.

The treasure map is like a delicious meaty bone, and all the vicious dogs who found it after smelling it are so greedy that they drool.The owner, who is weak and has no sect, is a three-year-old child who walks in the downtown area with red gold. Anyone who sees it wants to jump up and take a bite.

It is undoubtedly the best choice to throw this trouble far away.

"Good guy." Tian Yi replied.

Zhang Ze nodded: "I think so too."

There is no more suitable candidate than Senior Wen. His prestige is high enough and his martial arts are strong enough. The Xiaoyao faction behind him is one of the seven righteous gangs, and his status is detached in the Jianghu. In the end, Wen Hongyu and You Ming have a deep hatred like the sea , I would rather die than join forces with Nether.

And Gu Qingfeng, about this arrow, about the hero meeting, about the treasure of Lingxiao Mountain, he should remind Gu Qingfeng, lest the other party is not prepared enough, and when the time comes, the good and the evil will fight and affect innocent people.

In the early morning of the next day, Zhang Ze received an invitation to talk in court as expected.

"Let's go." He touched Su Jin's sleeve and took a deep breath.

It was still the same conference hall, the same people, the same position, and the same open and dark struggle. Zhang Ze secretly suppressed the urge to yawn, hoping that this farce would pass quickly.

Wen Hongyu was busy presiding over the overall situation, suppressing the group of people so as not to quarrel too much, and only Tian Yi behind him had a chat with him.

After finally waiting for them to finish their quarrel, Zhang Ze shook his head to dispel the drowsiness in his mind, and flew up to Wen Hongyu to follow.

Wen Hongyu asked with some puzzlement: "Little friend?"

The movements of the rest of the people in the hall remained unchanged, and their attentions coincidentally and covertly fell on Zhang Ze, as if they had just discovered that there was actually such a person in the hall.

Facing those staring eyes, Zhang Ze saluted neither humble nor overbearing: "Senior Wen, I still have some doubts about the swordsmanship of the past few days, I would like to ask Senior Wen for some pointers."

Wen Hongyu's eyes were calm, and he nodded gently: "It happens that I have time now, let's talk while walking?"

Feeling that more than half of the attention was gone in an instant, Zhang Ze just didn't know, and saluted again: "Thank you, Senior Wen."

After speaking, he generously followed Wen Hongyu and left.

"Senior Wen is really kind to the little brother." Kang Sun watched Zhang Ze leave, and said with emotion.

Ye Ningtian snorted coldly, and led his disciples straight away.

Kang Sun hit a soft nail and made fun of himself, suddenly felt a little embarrassed, laughed a few times, and left.

With the departure of the two factions that were mainly at odds, especially the beggar gang, the scene became a lot more harmonious. They said goodbye amicably and went back to their respective homes.

Wen Hongyu did not go back to the hut in the back mountain because he came out of the mountain again, but brought Zhang Ze and Tian Yi to his study in the front mountain.

Without going around in circles, Zhang Ze directly took out Sujuan with the topographical map: "Senior Wen, when chasing the intruder last night, Tianyi was attacked by that person's accomplice, and got this from that accomplice during the fight." Something. According to the younger generation's guess, this should be the other half's treasure map."

Wen Hongyu took out half of the map held by the Xiaoyao faction from his arms and put it on the table, and then took the half in Zhang Ze's hand to stitch it together. The parts where the black lines were broken fit together perfectly, and it was a whole topographic map of Lingxiao Mountain. The place on the lower left side is marked with red dots, and it should be where the treasure house is.

Even if he was prepared in his heart, seeing the two merged into one with his own eyes, and the mystery of Lingwang's treasure house that has been passed down for hundreds of years is about to be solved in his own hands, Zhang Ze couldn't help showing joy: "This is really great! Senior Wen , with this map, we will definitely be able to severely injure Nether and thwart its plot when we call together all the heroes of the martial arts world in the future!"

Unexpectedly, not only was there no joy on Wen Hongyu's face, but he was full of worry: "I'm afraid, there is no time."

Zhang Ze was taken aback: "What?"

"Ugh……"

Wen Hongyu pushed away the treasure map, looked up at the lush green forest outside, and slowly said to the disciples of Xiaoyao who passed by from time to time: "Last night, although the treasure map was not stolen, someone came to bypass me. Xiaoyao deployed layers of defenses, only came to the study room, and knew the secret room where I kept the treasure map like the back of the palm of my hand. If I hadn't arrived in time when I heard the news, I'm afraid I might have been captured by that person."

Zhang Ze's eyes widened, and he exclaimed, "There's still such a thing!"

But he was thinking in his heart that there were indeed traitors in the Seven Sects, and what Wen Hongyu said now only proved his conjecture to be correct.

I don't know if it's an illusion, Zhang Ze always felt that Wen Hongyu seemed to cast a sidelong glance at him, his expression became inexplicable for a moment, and in the blink of an eye, the other party had returned to his original state.

"Twenty years ago, because... my seven factions fought against Nether, with heavy casualties. Jiang Zhong, Gu Cheng, Ding Shaofan, Su Xiaolian... They were all gone, and I was the only one left alive. In a blink of an eye, unexpectedly It's been 20 years."

Perhaps recalling the past, Wen Hongyu's voice carried a little nostalgia and sentimentality that was not easy to detect.

Zhang Ze had never heard of any of those people's names. He turned his head and glanced at Tian Yi instinctively, guessing that they should be people of the same generation as Wen Hongyu, friends, confidants, or rivals. ...

Tianyi lowered his eyes, and transmitted the voice into secret: "Those people are the heads of the seven sects of the previous generation."

really.

Zhang Ze was speechless for a moment.

Talented people come out from generation to generation, each leading the way for hundreds of years. 20 years may not be long, but it is enough for a new generation to replace the old.

"So many people have died, I thought that their descendants would at least inherit their legacy..." Wen Hongyu shook his head slowly, "I forgot. ..."

Zhang Ze didn't know how to answer the conversation, so he simply remained silent.

Wen Hongyu suddenly gave a wry smile: "Look at me, what are you talking about..."

He changed his expression and asked kindly: "Little friend, who do you think leaked the news?"

"Kangsun."

Zhang Ze blurted out without thinking. After speaking, his brain came to his senses, his heart skipped a beat, and his body froze.