Qiankun Fantasy Sword Record

Volume 4: Fantasy Sword Roaring the Universe Chapter 096: True and False

Hearing Master Benzhen's question, Wen Zijun couldn't help but smile bitterly. (The most stable,,.) In the eyes of Master Benzhen, he has become a person who will do whatever it takes to get the treasure of the universe.

Indeed, during the three months that Long Liu was imprisoned, many people said that they were Long Liu's disciples or relatives, and that they wanted to take Long Liu back and punish him personally. But they were all discovered by Master Authentic.

No wonder Master Benzhen expressed doubts about Wen Zijun’s words.

"Master Abbot, please listen to me." Wen Zijun said with a wry smile, "If you think about Long Liu's name, you should know that there must be people from Long Yi and Long Er. And these people are exactly my former subordinates. I once

I have trained a dragon and phoenix team, with eight men and women each, the men are named Long One to Long Ba, and the women are Feng One to Feng Ba. Long Liu is one of them."

It is said that eminent monks should avoid "greed, anger, and anger," but after listening to Wen Zijun's words, Master Benzhen's eyes flashed with anger. He said in a deep voice: "This donor should stop being so eloquent. That's it.

How dare you tell such a clumsy lie in front of Lao Na."

"Everything I tell you is true, and there is no lie at all, but what is the point of lying?" Wen Zijun was also a little unhappy.

"Donor still wants to quibble?" Master Benzhen seemed to be even more sullen, "The age difference between the benefactor and Long Liu is at most ten years, or even closer. With such a similar age, how can the benefactor train Long Liu?

You know, Long Liu’s martial arts skills are probably no less than those of you, the donor.”

Wen Zijun's martial arts has reached the innate state, and he has returned to basics, which gives people the illusion that he is not a master. Even martial arts masters like Master Benzhen did not notice it.

Suddenly, Wen Zijun smiled and said: "It turns out that Master Abbot is doubting my strength. In this case, Master will try the next finger." After saying that, without waiting for Master Benzhen's reaction, he hit the mountain

The finger sword shot out quickly and shot towards the true master.

When Master Benzhen saw this, he didn't say anything. He casually rolled out his sleeves and used an "Iron Sleeve Kung Fu" to meet Wen Zijun's Mountain Finger Sword. He thought that Wen Zijun's move was just a fingering technique, although it was full of strangeness.

It was an khaki color, but he didn't care. He just felt that with a flick of his iron sleeve, the strange khaki color disappeared quietly.

"The donor's fingering technique is pretty good, but," Master Benzhen said, "it's nothing more than that."

But Wen Zijun still smiled and said: "Master, don't rush to conclusions, you might as well take a look at your sleeves first. (.Win the phone bill,)"

Master Benzhen looked down and was shocked. It turned out that there was a round hole the size of a finger in the right sleeve he just brushed out! You know, "Iron Sleeve Kung Fu" is one of Master Benzhen's unique skills.

With a flick of his long sleeve, it becomes as hard as a piece of iron. Not to mention a single finger move, even an ordinary sword cannot damage it.

All this time, Master Benzhen's iron sleeves have never been damaged. But this young Qiankun Sect elder pierced his iron sleeves with just one finger, which shows his solid skills.

"To be honest, Master, I only used 70% of my skill on this finger. If I had used my full skill, I'm afraid Master would have broken more than just his sleeve." Wen Zijun said with a smile. In fact, he didn't just use it.

If 70% of the skill is not used, it will only be 40% to 50% at best.

Seeing that Master Benzhen was still in shock, Wen Zijun said again: "Master Abbot, I wonder if I have the ability to train someone like Long Liu?"

Master Benzhen sighed softly and said: "The donor's finger strength is unparalleled in the martial arts world. I am ashamed of myself. It's just that I can't figure out why the donor still covets the treasure of the universe when his martial arts are so powerful."

"

Wen Zijun burst into laughter after hearing this. After a long time, it turned out that Master Benzhen still didn't believe that Long Liu was trained by him, and thought he did this for the treasure of the universe.

"Master Abbot, what should I do before you believe what I say?" Wen Zijun asked.

Master Benzhen sat on the wooden couch and said nothing.

"That means that no matter what I do," Wen Zijun said again, "Master still doesn't believe me?"

"Donor, you know it in your heart, but why do you still come to ask Lao Na?" Master Benzhen said.

At this time, one of the young monks outside the door came in with tea. He placed the tea bowl next to Wen Zijun very carefully, and then quickly stepped out.

Wen Zijun picked up the tea bowl, took a sip of the hot tea, put down the tea bowl, and then said: "Okay. I won't fight for Long Liu anymore. I would like to discuss the murder case of Zhongzhou Hero's family with the abbot, how about that?" Helpless,

I had to change the topic.

Master Benzhen couldn't help but say after hearing this: "Long Liu's brutal murder of Zhongzhou Daxia's family has become a final decision, what else is there to talk about?"

Wen Zijun then told Dongfang Bai and the others about their investigations and speculations in the inn. Finally, he said: "We have reason to suspect that the Golden Wing Sect put the blame on Long Liu and used Long Liu's relationship with the Qiankun Treasure to attract Jianghu.

People gather in Shaolin so that the Golden Wing Sect can kill them all in one fell swoop and dominate the martial arts world."

After hearing this, Master Benzhen was a little disapproving and said: "With just a piece of tribute paper, how can we be sure that it was the work of the Golden Wing Sect? Moreover, the bodies of the Zhongzhou heroes and their family had been collected and buried long ago, so how can the corpse be re-examined, and he has

What evidence is there to prove that Zhongzhou Daxia and his family were poisoned? But there are countless stab marks on their bodies from Long Liu’s sword.”

"The master doesn't know. Some poisons cannot be detected when they first occur. Only after a period of time, these poisons will disperse into the bones of the human body. Just take out the human bones and steam them in boiling water.

, the bones of the poisoned person must be black, while the bones of the unpoisoned person are white." Wen Zijun explained.

"Even so, it doesn't prove that it was the Golden Wing Sect just based on a piece of tribute paper wrapped with medicine? I wonder what evidence the donor has?" Master Benzhen said again.

Wen Zijun said seriously: "There is another person who can prove that he is the person who notified Taoist Iron Sword and Master Yuan Yuan to arrest Long Liu. As long as Master Fangzhang calls Master Yuan Yuan or Taoist Iron Sword and asks them, he will know who informed them at that time

Who is this person? I believe that this person must be from the Golden Wing Sect."

After listening to Wen Zijun's words, Master Benzhen suddenly showed a strange expression. The corners of his mouth were slightly raised, as if he was sneering or mocking. After a while, he said: "Lao Na almost believed the donor's words.

.It’s just that the donor shouldn’t have asked Yuan Yuan and Tie Jian to come over for questioning.”

After hearing this, Wen Zijun knew something was wrong, but he still couldn't help asking: "Why?"

Master Benzhen said: "This afternoon, Yuan Yuan and Tie Jian received a letter at the same time, and then hurried down the mountain! But at this time, the donor called them by name and asked them to come for questioning. Isn't it a coincidence?"

Wen Zijun smiled bitterly again and said, "Yes, that's such a coincidence!"

The sudden departure of Master Origin and Taoist Iron Sword was indeed unexpected by Wen Zijun. Tomorrow is the day of the grand trial of Long Liu. At this time, as heroes who personally subdued the murderer, how could they be absent?

"Donor, everything is like a bubble in a dream, like dew or lightning... emptiness is not different from color, and color is not different from emptiness." Master Benzhen suddenly recited a Buddhist sutra, and then said, "Whether it is the Wuyou Gate or the Qiankun Gate, no matter where it is,

It's a borderland, but as long as you have justice in your heart, it's not the same everywhere. Donor, please come back, don't chase illusory things anymore, and be a down-to-earth human being."

But Wen Zijun sat there thinking about something, and did not bring the tea bowl in his hand to his mouth. Suddenly, he had an idea, jumped up, and spilled the tea in the tea bowl. He asked: "I don't know, Master

Can you tell me who wrote the letter to Master Origin and Taoist Iron Sword?"

"I don't know," Master Benzhen replied.

"have no idea?"

"Junior brother Yuan Yuan only said that a friend wanted to ask him something, and then he left."

"What about the letter?" Wen Zijun asked.

"When he left, he put it in his arms and took it away with him."

"Master Abbot," Wen Zijun's face suddenly became serious, "I'm afraid that something unexpected will happen to Master Origin and Taoist Iron Sword Master."

"What?" Master Benzhen's expression changed after hearing this, "This should be impossible. He was in high spirits when he left, saying that a friend was looking for him... How could something unexpected happen to him?"

Wen Zijun replied: "I have reason to believe that this letter writer is the one who tipped off the news. He invited Master Origin and Taoist Iron Sword out today in order to kill people and silence them."

Master Benzhen couldn't help laughing after hearing this. He smiled and said: "The donor is worrying too much. If there is nothing, donor, you can go back and forth wherever you go. Forgive me for not seeing you off. Please be clear-minded and see your guest off!"

The young novice monk who had just brought in tea came in again.

"Master Abbot, everything I say is true, please think twice." Wen Zijun knew that he would not be able to change Master Benzhen's mind if he stayed any longer. After saying this, he followed the little novice monk Ming Xin out of the temple.

It was already late at night when Wen Zijun returned to the inn, but Chi Jinlin, Dongfang Bai and the others were not asleep. When Wen Zijun came back, they all asked, "How was it?"

Wen Zijun shook his head and sighed: "Master Benzhen doesn't believe what I said. Moreover, Master Benyuan and Taoist Iron Sword were suddenly invited away."

"What should we do?" Dongfang Bai asked.