Chapter 354: Old Voices

". Dai Shangyu is just like that," Xu Shang raised a pair of red-rimmed eyes and said hoarsely. "Disciples who have lost their value are discarded like worn-out shoes; it has been like that since his master. If Little Feng could have had a few more people to look after and enlighten him..."

Pei Ye was silent.

The soul-snatching person who appeared in Kongdong seven years ago.

Just a few days ago, they were still thinking in Bowang City that the Joyful Death Pavilion would not dare to easily attack such a large sect, so they could only ambush some lone martial artists and direct descendants of small sects.

However, looking at it now, their attack on Kongdong disciples was not taking a risk at all, but was a familiar path.

Or perhaps it was only after the Kongdong disciples had been harmed that this poison flowed out.

And now new talents are growing up.

"After Ji Feng was defeated, didn't many people go to visit him?"

"That was the etiquette of the peaks," Xu Shang said. "Except for Meiqing, no one would go to touch Dai Shangyu's bad luck that day. But after the coldness of the second day, many fellow disciples went, and these people who came to visit on behalf of each peak also left calling cards."

"Is the murderer among these people?"

Xu Shang was stunned: "Those were the young people of the previous generation... At that time, it was the Iron Pine Sword Discussion, and the people sent by each peak were all face-saving disciples. If you say someone could heavily injure Little Feng with one palm, there were indeed quite a few among them."

Pei Ye lowered his head.

Third.

"I checked every name on every post."

"Found no abnormalities in any of them."

"Male, seven to eight feet tall, young, dark clothes, above the Sixth Life, uses a sword, at least five of the seven Kongdong sect member criteria!"

"However, among the disciples who came to visit that day, not a single one fit."

"Liao Hongxian, nineteen, top disciple of Candle Peak. But he was in white that day, and left after two short sentences, and sat on the Iron Pine Lotus Platform until the incident."

"Ji Zhuowu, direct descendant of Moon Stone Peak, stayed the longest on the peak that day. But he was only at the Fifth Life, and was only fourteen, and his height was not enough."

"Jiang Yitong, direct descendant of Yuanwu Peak, this person is cold and confident, quite fitting the deduction. But it was he who knocked Little Feng's sword off the cliff. To avoid stimulation, he didn't come at all that day, but was replaced by fourteen-year-old Xi Tianji."

"."

"I know about this day," the woman suddenly said on the side. "He came back very late. I asked him where he went, and he said he stayed on Xianqiaofeng for a day... I thought he was just mourning Little Feng."

But clearly, that was not the case; the man had lingered at the crime scene for ten hours that day without closing his eyes once, and one could only wonder what kind of methods and efforts he used to extract these descriptions from the mere traces left behind.

But this murderous shadow was clearly swaying before him, yet the man could not penetrate this last layer of fog.

"If I could have gone earlier that day, if I could have discovered all this earlier later on," the man finally wrote down powerlessly, "perhaps I wouldn't have given them the chance to erase the traces."

This line stopped here, and until the end, he failed to find these two hated murderers. All traces were completely buried in the Xianqiaofeng seven years ago.

The next line was the efforts the man made from other directions.

Fourth.

"I remember seeing someone injured by 【Sword Jian Jian Xin Zhao】."

"Within three days, muddled, spirit and soul dazed, exactly that kind of godless eyes."

"But what can happen if you get reflected? People will always recover, and nothing will be left in the Sword Jian Jian Xin Zhao."

". Wrong, of course. Because Sword Jian Jian Xin Zhao was designed from the beginning to try not to hurt the sword student using it."

"It is not the only use of Heart Amber."

Below is a sentence Xu Shang copied, which was originally printed in the book on the Dao of implements, and was heavily sketched out by Zhang Meiqing with extremely vivid handwriting.

【The use of mature Heart Amber: one is the mirror of Sword Academy reflecting the heart, and the sword mirror reflecting the heart is only in 'transparency.' If there is concealment in front, it only hinders the progress of the mind and spirit, wasting precious materials and making the mirror useless; if there is concealment behind, it forbids the mind and spirit from coming out, then the person loses their spirit and is close to half-dead. Be extremely careful, be extremely careful!】

Pei Ye immediately thought of the words Sui Zaihua said to him at the Bowang Prefecture Office.

"Not bad, Sword Jian Jian Xin Zhao only has one mirror hoop, transparent on both sides, and the mind and spirit come and go freely in the Heart Amber; while this bead is half-transparent and half-solid. I think half is 'reflection,' and half is 'retention.' Retaining and strangling the mind and spirit is the dangerous effect."

"Keeping the mind and spirit in the Heart Amber... what can it do?" The man continued to write, "That is not a complete consciousness, just a remnant of dead memory."

But there was no record of the answer below this question. The greater possibility was that the man also failed to find it. After walking the path of Heart Amber to the end, he grasped a clue once again.

Fifth.

"Hugged sword and fell off cliff."

"Before they threw the corpse, why did they put the sword in Little Feng's arms? Just to make it look like suicide?"

Pei Ye didn't need to rely on the man's records for this line. He clearly remembered that when he just flipped through the case file, it clearly recorded everything about this sword.

【Kongdong disciple sword, unsheathed, no traces of new fighting. Evidence of the case, stored in the Law Enforcement Hall, can be retrieved after ten years.】

Zhang Meiqing must have already seen this line of text, but there was no record in the case file of him re-examining this sword. Because this time he was doing it secretly.

"If this sword hadn't been thrown off the cliff, what would happen?"

"Two places, perhaps it would be returned to Dai Shangyu, but it would more likely be taken by me."

"Do they not want it to fall into the hands of two masters?"

"But it is just an ordinary sword."

Below is the echo of the man's research on the Dao of implements for ten years.

A crystal-clear small piece, thin as a cicada's wing, the size of a thumb, was something newly tested by a great implement master of the Shaolong Nourishing Intent Building. Every time the man went to the prefecture city, he would visit and talk, and this time he got such a piece.

【Sound-Writing Paper】

Stick it on any entity, as long as the sound can make it vibrate, no matter how subtle, it will be faithfully recorded on it.

It was originally double-layered, stuck on another slightly thicker thin piece. On top was engraved the array that sends the ripples back, which can allow the owner of the implement to hear the sound received by the sound-writing paper at the same time.

But after hesitation, Zhang Meiqing still peeled off this layer.

"Can carve and refine Heart Amber, the enemy's Dao of implements should be high. In this way, only recording and not sending, without the disturbance of Mystic Qi, should be enough to be hidden."

The matter about the sword was a layer Pei Ye hadn't thought of, because unlike the man who was trapped in the fog back then, he clearly knew that the thing was called the "Soul-Snatching Bead," and the Joyful Death Pavilion's purpose in killing was to steal sword arts, and it had nothing to do with the sword itself.

Sure enough, the next page of the notebook didn't mention the matter of this magic tool again. These old traces had already reached the end.

But just when Pei Ye thought the man had gained nothing again, the woman suddenly pointed out a short, incomprehensible sentence to him.

"Desolate smoke and thin dusk, tired birds return to the nest"

"This is his habit," the woman also entered a state of rather fast speaking, immediately leaving her seat and turning around. "When drafting, if he felt the need to record things clearly halfway through his thoughts, he would take a clean long note, write it down carefully, store it in the drawer, and then leave a mark indicating the position on this page."

Pei Ye had already seen similar indexes in the Scripture Iron Book Building, and now this secret-like thing clearly only served Zhang Meiqing personally. Pei Ye held his breath and watched the woman search carefully. After a long time, she produced a note with dense ink characters.

Pei Ye stood up abruptly.

The Joyful Death Pavilion had really taken the sword out of the Law Enforcement Hall, and this sound-writing paper had really recorded everything it had experienced.

From seven years ago to now, this should be the deepest they had entered into the heart of the Joyful Death Pavilion.

(End of chapter) ===== CHAPTER 355 =====