Chapter 16 I understand that we are all friends, and we are also good brothers. ...
In the mountains and forests on the banks of the Jiangbei River, martial artists from all walks of life gathered together.
Lou Wanqiao followed Wen Xuechi and found a good place with a wide view, which allowed him to see the arena clearly.
"Well, Yan Gui...what kind of martial arts technique is that?" Lou Wanqiao stared at it, quite curious.
The man on the stage had a muscular body. His chest swelled with every breath, veins on his forehead were exposed, and he looked ferocious, which made people stunned.
Wen Xuechi took a look and said, "That's a powerful skill."
"Oh—I've only heard of it in storybooks, but I didn't expect it to be real. So who's he fighting against... wait? Qinse...?"
Standing in front of him was a girl in a red silk dress. She was thin, but had a straight back, clear eyes and brows, and was holding a guqin in her arms.
This looks...
"Yan Gui, what kind of martial arts does Miss Qinse practice?" Lou Wanqiao asked again.
She naturally understood that the level of Kung Fu had nothing to do with body size. A tall person could fall with a single push, and a thin person could also harbor enormous potential.
Wen Xuechi blinked and said softly, "She repaired the zither."
Lou Wanqiao found it very fresh.
Can musical instruments... also be used to cultivate martial arts?
While investigating a case, she had heard rumors of a eunuch in the palace who was a skilled and ruthless martial artist, known for his flute skills. If this person truly existed, he would likely be among the royal family.
She watched quietly.
The tall man took the lead in the attack. He moved very quickly, but her eyes could follow him.
Qinse slowly placed the zither in place, raised her arms, her wide sleeves fluttered in the wind, her hair wrapped in red silk, and her bare hands brushed across the strings of the zither in an instant.
In an instant, a heart-stirring piano sound spread out.
Lou Wanqiao's heart trembled.
What a powerful internal force!
She had never imagined that her inner feelings could be infused into the sound of the piano! No wonder Qinse said that she was a "great" piano player; she was indeed not being modest.
It seems that there are still many talented people in the world.
Lou Wanqiao touched his chin, then moved closer to Wen Xuechi and asked quietly, "Yan Gui, are you participating?"
Wen Xuechi smiled and nodded. "I'm a wandering knight, so I can't let go of an opportunity like this. If Zizhao is interested, you can give it a try. Just treat it as fun."
"Haha, I'd better just watch first..."
While the activity was fun, she had no interest in participating. Firstly, her martial arts weren't suited for competition; countless souls had perished under her sword over the years; drawing her sword meant taking lives. Secondly, she had something important to investigate. Wen Xuechi could go and have some fun, but her mission was urgent, so she had to make time to find the suspicious individual.
The martial arts conference is on a grand scale. According to the intelligence we received previously, some people will try to sneak in and confuse the audience.
She glanced around and saw that everyone was watching the competition on the stage intently.
It's only the first day, so there's so little information available...
Let's wait a few days and investigate more carefully.
Lou Wanqiao withdrew his thoughts and looked towards the arena.
Blood gushed out of the man's seven orifices, as if he was injured by internal force, but he did not fall down and still stood firmly in the same place.
He suddenly shouted loudly, and then threw himself at Qinse with all his might.
The distance between them was getting closer and closer, until he appeared before Qinse's eyes, less than ten feet away from her.
Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, Qinse picked up her zither without hesitation and took a step back.
Clang!!
The strings made a murmur.
The guqin hit the man on the head, and he fell to the ground and passed out.
Qinse waved her hand and walked off the stage.
The people around gasped in disbelief, and some even touched their heads.
Although each has their own abilities,...
This girl is really capable!
Lou Wanqiao was also stunned: "Qinse... is quite impressive..."
"Qinse is really amazing. If Zizhao needs any help in the future, you can ask her for help."
"Oh?" Lou Wanqiao raised his eyebrows. "From your tone... Brother Wen, you are very familiar with Miss Qinse?"
Wen Xuechi was stunned: "No, why is it Brother Wen... She was fine before... Well, we are good friends and help each other on weekdays. She is a righteous person and can exchange some things."
Lou Wanqiao nodded: "I understand, we are also good friends."
Wen Xuechi:?
"No, Zizhao, what are you talking about..." Wen Xuechi's eyes were full of innocence, "What did I say wrong?"
"Nothing, I just suddenly thought of our brotherhood and was feeling sentimental." Lou Wanqiao patted his shoulder and continued to look at the ring. Wen Xuechi asked a few more questions, but when she didn't answer, she looked a little depressed.
It was already dusk when today's competition ended. Lou Wanqiao and Wen Xuechi walked back side by side. She felt a little tired, so she returned to the inn and carefully read the pages of the book translated by Qinse.
She covered the scroll and the translation and lowered her head to think.
It mainly described the ritual, the scale and cruelty of which she had not expected. In addition to sacrificing corpses, living people, and young boys and girls, various other regular brainwashing rituals were also required.
In this way... the secret of resurrection is achieved.
Not only that, the book even records specific cases of resurrection!
Lou Wanqiao took a deep breath, poured himself another glass of water and drank it to calm himself down.
The dead cannot be resurrected.
The dead cannot be resurrected...
Death...death of soul...
"Zizhao?"
Wen Xuechi's voice suddenly brought her back to reality. Lou Wanqiao was startled and suddenly realized that a thin layer of cold sweat had appeared on her back.
"Zizhao, what's wrong?" Wen Xuechi looked at her suspiciously, "You've been acting strangely since a while ago."
Lou Wanqiao didn't intend to hide it from him and pushed the book in front of him.
Wen Xuechi opened it and flipped through it, then put it back into his bag and put it at the bottom.
"Zizhao, we're here to investigate this matter. Many people have already lost their lives due to the brainwashing of this scam. Under the slogan of resurrection, who knows how many innocent people have been killed..."
She was stunned for a moment, and her thoughts slowly came back to her senses.
yes……
Many innocent people have died because of this. She is the Shaoqing of Dali Temple and is here to investigate the case.
The dead cannot be resurrected...
Lou Wanqiao stood up and washed his face with cold tea.
"I understand. Let's take a rest today..."
Her tone became calm, she lay down on the bed, closed her eyes and stopped talking.
Wen Xuechi stood by the window, looking down at her in the faint moonlight.
There was no movement for a long time.
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There were so many people participating in the martial arts tournament that the first round was spread over several days. On the second day, it was Wen Xuechi's turn to compete.
He jumped up from the stands, a long sword unsheathed, his clothes fluttering in the wind.
Opposite him stood a man holding a big knife.
The result was unsurprising: Wen Xuechi won. The two of them stopped talking and politely saluted.
The martial arts tournament uses a one-on-one competition format. After one round, the winner and loser will then compete against each other separately. The winner of the second round can continue the competition, giving each person two chances. This way, everyone doesn't have to challenge one person, and the purpose of "exchanging ideas" can still be achieved.
Lou Wanqiao left early, and no one knew what he was going to do.
When he stepped down from the stage, he only saw Qinse. She was holding a pipa in her arms, with her head lowered, not knowing what she was thinking about.
Wen Xuechi asked, "Where's Zizhao?"
Qinse looked up at him and shrugged, "I didn't see him. I guess he left long ago."
"Gone?" Wen Xuechi raised his eyebrows. "Just left?"
"What else?" Qinse's tone was full of disappointment. "Achi, this is the first time I've seen you... No, what's going on with you now? I remember you didn't like traveling with others before."
Wen Xuechi said, "I owe you a favor this time."
Qinse didn't comment and didn't mind his irrelevant answer.
Before Wen Xuechi turned and left, she asked, "Are you really going back? After all this time... have you found the answers you were looking for?"
Wen Xuechi paused, did not answer, and walked away quickly.
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He found Lou Wanqiao on the street.
She was passing a bridge, her brow furrowed, as if she was in trouble.
Wen Xuechi followed quietly.
The person in front was walking very fast. After turning a few corners, there were fewer and fewer people. Wen Xuechi was confused and kept a long distance from him. But the next second, he felt a chill on the back of his neck.
He drew his sword and blocked it.
Several hidden darts fell to the ground, shining with a cold light.
Wen Xuechi's eyes darkened.
Someone emerged from the shadows, wearing a black robe with mysterious patterns printed on the cuffs.
He flew towards Wen Xuechi.
Wen Xuechi met the attack with his sword and defeated the opponent in just two moves, and then he heard a muffled sound behind him.
A man was holding a dagger, his arm raised high, and blood was oozing from his heart.
Lou Wanqiao was standing not far away, still throwing a hidden weapon.
"Are you okay, Brother Wen?" She approached, lowered her head to look at the man lying on the ground, and squatted to check. "Hey, if you want to stay alive..."
He stopped talking mid-sentence.
"What's wrong?"
Lou Wanqiao raised his head, his expression grim: "He's dead."
He had clearly avoided the vital points on purpose, so how could he die? Could it be that he didn't want to fall into the hands of others, so he committed suicide first?
As she was making all sorts of guesses, Wen Xuechi whispered, "I... couldn't sense his presence from the beginning."
The two looked at each other and saw solemnity in each other's eyes.
There is no breath, only the dead.
But the other party was clearly moving just now, and even attacked Wen Xuechi. It was obvious that he had self-awareness and a clear goal.
Lou Wanqiao checked the man on the ground from head to toe.
But unfortunately I didn't find anything useful.
Why? !
Could it be that... there really is a soul-changing technique in the world?
She shook her head, getting rid of those unrealistic thoughts.
"This matter requires further consideration." Lou Wanqiao tore off the pattern on the man's sleeve. "We can't stay here for long. Let's go."
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"So... you're saying you saw a living dead?" Qinse asked in surprise. "How could that be possible... It's just something written in books. The dead can't... Wait, did you two see it with your own eyes?!"
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