This life of catching chickens [comprehensive martial arts]

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The monk's face was already swollen with bubbles, and with the beard growing on his face, his face was all lumpy now, and he couldn't see his face clearly at all. He could only tell from his gray beard that he was very old.He was also wearing an ordinary monk's robe, without any recognizable objects.

The person who fell into the water picked up a dead body. Many people on the boat were terrified, and some people with good deeds surrounded him, including the three people who talked about Qiao Feng earlier.

Lu Xiaofeng knelt down to examine the corpse, opened the monk's already stiff hands, and took out the wet blue cloth.Then he untied the monk's robe, and saw that the monk's entire chest had collapsed, a piece of dark red and bruise, other than that, there was no skin trauma.

Lu Xiaofeng stretched out two fingers and pressed it: "His ribs are all broken, and there is not a single intact organ inside."

Du Lingmeng moved over wrapped in a cloak, raised the corpse's hand to look at it for a moment, and then opened his eyelids to look in.

The two were talking in a low voice. On one side of the deck, four young monks broke through the crowd and hurried over. The leader tremblingly wiped off all the beards on the face of the corpse. After taking a long breath, the four of them knelt down on their knees. ground, weeping bitterly.

The mood finally stabilized, and the leader of the disciples came out. He said that he was Huiming from Shaolin Temple, and that the deceased was their master. .

Lu Xiaofeng stretched out his hand to support his shoulder, Huiming didn't feel any strength, but he had already stood up straight.

Du Lingmeng sighed: "My condolences to the masters, may I ask when was the last time I saw the master?"

Huizhen said: "To tell you the truth, we were sent by the abbot's uncle to go to the Hangzhou Beggars' Clan Conference to deliver a message to Qiao's Clan Leader. I and my party wanted to take the big boat this morning, so we stayed at a fisherman's house last night. This morning But he couldn't see Master, after asking the fisherman, he knew that Master left by himself in the middle of the night without leaving any words, so the little monk had to go forward according to the original plan, expecting to reunite with Master at the Beggar Clan General Assembly, but unexpectedly..." Speaking of this, Hui Really shed tears again.

The burly man in the trio couldn't help but said: "Master Xuan Bei is also a well-known master in the Jianghu, there are not many martial arts higher than him, and this murderer can actually hit him to death head-on, such a boxing technique, Terrible."

Huizhen and the others heard the word boxing, subconsciously looked at the teacher's chest, and all exclaimed.

"This, this is the Wei Tuo pestle." One of the young monks said.

Du Lingmeng turned his head to look at Lu Xiaofeng, he would explain to her in a low voice: "The Wei Tuo pestle is Shaolin's unique skill, originally it was a pestle technique, Master Xuan Bei has practiced it to the extreme, turned it into a boxing technique, even without a pestle, it can be punched It was originally ten percent powerful."

Huizhen wept and said: "This villain actually used my mentor's famous skills to harm him, really... hey." He was very angry, but he was a monk after all, so he couldn't say any bad words.

One side of the crowd said: "Using the opponent's famous skills to kill and humiliate, isn't this the Murong family's 'return to the other'!"

The trio all glared at him, and the skinny man who was the most impatient said, "No, Mr. Murong was also accused of killing the elders of the Beggar Clan this time. In order to prove his innocence, he had already arrived in Hangzhou City. He killed a Shaolin eminent monk with one punch."

Du Lingmeng didn't want to care about the quarrel over there, so he comforted Huizhen a few words and said: "When the masters arrive in Hangzhou City, they should report to the officials."

As soon as she finished speaking, the two people who had been arguing stopped, and all the people in the world seemed to be stunned, staring at her blankly, and suddenly burst into laughter, even Huizhen and the others looked strange.

The skinny man said: "No, no! The little girl is good at lightness kung fu, so she is not from the Jianghu. This master is an eminent Shaolin monk. Shaolin will stand in for him, so it's none of the government's business."

This person is Murong Fu's retainer Bao BuTong. He believes that Xuan Bei was definitely not killed by Murong Fu, but now his son is the most suspected person. Once he reports to the official, he will be noticed by the official as a small child, but they find out that they are Fuxing Dayan. risk.So he turned his spear and attacked Du Lingmeng.

Du Lingmeng had just heard a few words about him arguing with others, so he probably understood his catchphrase. It seemed that he took pleasure in contradicting others, and even argued against others unreasonably. What does the government have to do with it? As long as it is on this land, it is my people, as long as it is my people, why can't it be reported to the government, why should the government not take care of it?"

Everyone was stunned, but didn't know how to refute for a while.

Since ancient times, all sects have reported their grievances to each other. When they die, they hand over to their disciples and sons. Private fighting in the Jianghu has become acquiescence, and the government rarely intervenes. Now there are people who want them to report to the officials themselves?

A young man on one side strongly agreed: "This girl is so right. Tat for tat, private fights come and go, when will it stop, what is the law of the country?"

Bao BuTong sneered and said, "Young Master Duan agrees when he sees a pretty girl talking, and now that Miss Wang is not here, the other girls will naturally speak of Wang Fa."

Duan Yu heard him talking about Wang Yuyan for a while, but was suddenly misunderstood by him and couldn't argue with it. He blushed immediately and stopped talking.

Bao Budong continued to attack: "If the girl is not from the Jianghu, she can't tell the reason for this, so it's better not to ask En to meddle in her own business, and make it difficult for these little masters to do well."

Du Lingmeng smiled and said, "What if I could tell the reason?"

Lu Xiaofeng moved closer to her.

She intentionally missed the opening and said: "Master Xuan Bei died around noon last night. The murderer knew him and asked him to go to the shore to have a talk. Unexpectedly, he struck out suddenly and used the master's fist to knock him into the water."

Bao differently shook his head: "I can make up several kinds of situations like this. He went out in the middle of the night, so he died in the middle of the night."

Du Lingmeng learned from him and said: "No, no, he went out in the middle of the night, he could have been killed this morning, and the murderer dumped his body here, so the time when he floated over is also accurate. "

She even imitated her expression very much, making everyone who was different laughed out loud.

After hearing this, Huizhen was also very surprised: "That's right, if Master was killed last night, how could he come here now?"

Lu Xiaofeng handed the piece of blue cloth to Huizhen, and said, "It's just because Master Xuanbei was not dead when he fell into the water."

He said: "Perhaps the murderer's Wei Tuo Chuan has not learned enough, so Master Xuan Bei still has a breath. He knows that his internal organs are shattered and he is powerless to recover. With the last bit of strength, he grabbed the underwater fisherman. The cloth strips used to bind the stakes are just to prevent the corpse from drifting away, and it is best to be discovered by the disciples who came out to look for him this morning, so as not to let the murderer go unpunished."

After hearing this, Huizhen was greatly shocked, clasped his hands together, and asked for advice.

Du Lingmeng sighed: "Master's body has only one injury before his death, which is the blow to the front of the chest. Other than that, there is no trace of a fight. Even if the murderer is not someone he trusts, he is also someone he is very familiar with. The marks on the legs were all caused by the impact in the water after death. When you trimmed his beard just now, did it feel slippery?"

Huizhen nodded.

Du Lingmeng said: "Only when a person is drowning, these foams will overflow from the mouth and nose after being rescued. After death, if the person enters the water and no longer breathes, there will be no more. Therefore, it is concluded that he was still breathing when he entered the water. His eyelids Bleeding spots, as well as the blue lines and sand between the nails can also testify."

The boatman who was watching the excitement said: "That's right, I have saved many drowned people, and after catching them, they would foam at the mouth after a while."

After what she said, Huizhen recalled that she had just arranged for Master's remains, so she believed them all.While surrounding the audience, everyone was also convinced.

Bao BuTong said again: "Then how did you know when he died?"

Huizhen saw that he was unreasonable, yelling and shouting in front of her benefactor's body, she had endured it for a long time, now she asked again and again, and sneered, "If you protect each other so much, isn't this benefactor from the Murong family?"

Gong Yeqian, who was dressed as a Confucian scholar, hurriedly came out and apologized to Huizhen: "My brothers are indeed subordinates of the Murong family. My third brother was misunderstood by our young master, so he kept talking nonsense for a while, and hoped that my little master Haihan. What's more, we I have never met Master Xuan Bei before, this girl's words have ruled out our young master's suspicion, the third brother is just curious, and has no intention of being abrupt."

Deng Baichuan couldn't help asking: "I hope the girl can help."

Du Lingmeng said: "Even though it's spring now, the south of the Yangtze River has not completely warmed up, and it takes at least four hours for the corpse spots to appear in this state, not to mention that the master was thrown into the water and his body was washed and rolled by the current. The corpse spot will not be very obvious, it can have the current appearance, and it will never pass away after Zishi. This case is complicated. I know Shaolin's status in the Jianghu, but after all, it is good at martial arts. The follow-up investigation needs to be handed over to a specialist The department responsible for this matter will do it, so I suggest that several masters report to the officials."

Huizhen hesitated: "Then how should I report to the official?"

When Du Lingmeng heard this, his head ached.After all, Shaolin is a big sect in Jianghu, and it is like a society, so he explained it in detail and continued: "Master Xuanbei is an eminent monk, I don't know the Buddhist rules, why don't we put his body in a temple in Hangzhou, and it's me again. What I found, I should accompany you to explain the situation clearly, and don't ask Wu Zuo to disturb his old man."

Huizhen and the others were naturally very grateful, and they clapped their hands together to express their thanks.

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After everything was done, even Lu Xiaofeng's cloak was wet, Du Lingmeng had to go back to the cabin to change clothes.

Lu Xiaofeng stood outside the door waiting for her, the two of them were chatting one after another.

He suddenly said: "Now I have some regrets."

Du Lingmeng asked him suspiciously in the room: "Why?"

Lu Xiaofeng sighed: "I shouldn't have dragged you into the rivers and lakes..."

The other party fell into silence for a while, and the room was quiet.

Lu Xiaofeng tilted his head, suddenly heard her exclaim, his expression changed, he didn't care much, just opened the door, the next moment he was in front of her.

The doctor was still standing there intact, with his hair loose and wet, and his clothes had already been changed.

She looked at him in surprise.

After Lu Xiaofeng looked around again, he breathed a sigh of relief, and then his heart fell to the ground, and even the recovery of beating was full of long-lost strangeness.

He couldn't laugh or cry: "What's the matter? Shouting."

Du Lingmeng became frustrated, and lifted the limp flannel bag in his hand.

"I forgot to give you the tobacco leaves just now, and now it's all useless. My 300 taels of silver..."

Lu Xiaofeng: "..."

The author has something to say: Considering copyright reasons, I changed a new cover and drew it myself. Although I am a black hole in aesthetics, I still feel the mystery hhhh I hope it doesn't irritate your eyes.

Thanks to Jiuyan and Qingqing for celebrating mine w