Chapter 147: Asking for Calligraphy

"... Hmm," Seeing Pei Ye promised, his mind moved, and his hand turned back a few pages unconsciously.

Then he condensed his gaze and stopped here.

Sect murder case, the sect has the power to investigate on its own, but it cannot be arbitrary. The imperial court also has the power and responsibility to investigate. Therefore, Seeing Pei Ye flipped to the end. Here the handwriting was slightly new, writing the subsequent progress of the case.

But there were only a few rough lines. Seeing Pei Ye looked down.

"February 6th, verify the scene, count the remains."

"February 7th, verify the Weiyuan Dart Bureau, determine the identity of the deceased, verify the dart record, and send a letter to Jiao County to verify the dart."

"February 8th, Jiao County replied, the dart matches the record."

"February 10th, inquire about the friends and enemies of the dart sender."

"February 12th, the Immortal Platform sent a letter to inquire, replied 'This case belongs to a normal sect grudge, no need to transfer, still investigated by the judgment division.' —Judicial Canjun Zhao Fu added the seal."

"February 13th, the Cuiyu Jianmen sent the corpse verification record, recorded according to the facts."

"February 15th, search for traces as usual, investigate the murderer."

The record ends here.

Seeing Pei Ye was stunned for a moment: "Nothing after that? It's been half a year, right?"

Li Piaoqing nodded: "There is no progress—what do you think? I am relatively stupid anyway, I still have to take it back and study it slowly."

Seeing Pei Ye frowned: "Didn't see anything, just feel... this case shouldn't be investigated like this."

"What do you mean?"

"The tendency of this case to be a grudge is very obvious, and they also recorded it in the case file. Next, they should investigate the grudge relationship of your senior brother, instead of putting energy into Zhao the dart head and spending so much time checking the side line of the dart... You just said your senior brother had no private enemies, then it should be—" Seeing Pei Ye suddenly stopped, knowing the reason.

That public grudge is naturally...

"Yes, so they just found a line to prevaricate. I don't expect to find any key things from this case file, just hope for some clues," Li Piaoqing smiled. "However, what is different from the government is that as long as we find the enemy, we don't need to talk about too much evidence."

"... But, Miss Li," Seeing Pei Ye frowned, "What if, it really wasn't done by the Seven Serpents Cave?"

"It doesn't matter, it doesn't affect it." Li Piaoqing was silent for a while, smiled and changed the topic, "Senior brother loved to make friends, he knew people from all walks of life, it's just that he happened to have a good relationship with Zhao the dart head during those two months, so the Dart Bureau is indeed a line ranked behind. So Zhao the dart head's autograph book probably won't be of much use—but let's practice for a while and then look at it."

"Wait a minute." Seeing Pei Ye took out the Ascension Pill and swallowed it with water.

Li Piaoqing looked at him in surprise: "What did you drink?"

"Ascension Pill, bought from Zhang Junxue." Seeing Pei Ye drank two more sips of water to suppress the bitterness in his mouth.

"..." An Ascension Pill of three qian should be taken in three doses."

"Ah?" Seeing Pei Ye was stunned for a moment. "The instructor said to take it within three days last time."

"..." Ascension Pills won't go bad even if left for three years, how could they be in such a hurry for you to take them. The 'three days' the instructor said should be taken in three days," Li Piaoqing smiled. "But it doesn't matter, this is to take care of people with weak root bones. I feel your body is still quite strong—but you must ask clearly when taking pills in the future."

Li Piaoqing lifted her foot and

Li Piaoqing lifted her foot and flicked the sword into her hand: "Come on."

After practicing for half an hour like this, when they stopped again, night had fallen, and the martial field was already sparsely populated.

"Not practicing anymore? It's not too late yet today."

"It's not too late today, I'm going back to the inn to sleep. I'll look at Head Escort Zhao's notebook tomorrow."

"Hmm? No need, you can continue staying in the west courtyard."

"I've already paid for the room, and there's still some business at the inn." Seeing Pei Ye squatted down to organize his luggage.

"Alright then."

At this moment, a thin, slender figure walked over, stopping at a distance of ten feet, rubbing his hands together in front of his abdomen, and said very cautiously, "Miss Li?"

Li Piaoqing looked up and laughed: "It's you, what's the matter?"

"Miss Li, you—" The young man smiled, opened his mouth, and as his gaze shifted, he saw the young man who had raised his head under the tree shadow. His neck seemed to be gripped, and his face turned visibly pale.

Seeing Pei Ye looked at the person who had come; it was Zheng Dong.

He frowned, looking at the young man's mouth that couldn't utter anything elegant.

Zheng Dong forced his gaze back; his current standing posture was very awkward, as he was forcing a body accustomed to arrogance and swagger to straighten up.

Even his speech seemed to have borrowed someone else's tongue; not only was his tone stiffly polite, but his choice of words was an effort to move vocabulary that was very unfamiliar to him into sentences, and then force out the indecent content he usually added to the beginning and end of his sentences.

He said: "Miss Li, this, this feather you gave me... could you, please, write a name for me?"

A person's angry voice and provocative voice are really very different. Seeing Pei Ye only then realized that the "I will always support the Cuiyu Sword Sect" from yesterday morning had actually been shouted from his mouth.

"Sure." Li Piaoqing freed up a hand and extended her palm.

Zheng Dong hurriedly took out the green feather from a brocade pouch. Li Piaoqing took it and used the sword on her finger to finely carve onto the feather shaft: 【Gifted by Li Piaoqing of the Cuiyu Sword Sect—】

"Sorry, what was your name again?"

"Zheng Dong!"

【—Zheng Dong】

"It's carved." Li Piaoqing handed it back and smiled, "What is your cultivation level now?"

"I, Third Life," Zheng Dong said with a grin, his pale face recovering a bit of ruddiness.

"Hmm, your progress is fast." Li Piaoqing nodded, suddenly staring at the top of his head, unable to hold back a laugh, "How did you get your hair cut into this state?"

Seeing Pei Ye had also finished packing his things and stood up. Upon hearing this, he took a look and indeed found it quite funny—Zheng Dong's hair was very neat, looking as if it had just been trimmed and washed, but a thick layer had been "snapped" off the top of his head, not knowing if it was because the old master's hand had shaken.

Although it didn't expose his scalp, it showed a clear depression, which was quite comical.

It could be seen that Zheng Dong was trying his best to comb the hair from the side over to cover it, but it seemed that after walking these few steps and bouncing around, it had already failed.

Zheng Dong's face instantly flushed red, and he blurted out, "Fuck his mother, a dog-day—"

Then, this time, it wasn't Seeing Pei Ye's gaze that gripped him, but his own hand that really slammed onto his own throat.

"—a, a friend named Gou Ri, he... he, he didn't cut it well for me."

"Hmm." Li Piaoqing nodded with a smile, "Then goodbye, good luck with the martial competition!"

"Tha, thanks..." Zheng Dong raised his hand in a crooked salute and left with his head lowered, somewhat fleeing in a panic.

(End of chapter)