This sand sculpture of heaven

Huamanlou Inn is the No. 1 inn in Beijing, with a history of 100 years, which is exquisitely laid out and atmospheric, and the reception is not rich or expensive customers.

However, there are exceptions to the reception of customers, and the inn makes it convenient for students to stay in it at an ordinary price. The purpose of the inn is to make it more convenient for students who have read poetry and books to participate in the "Literary Competition".

Limai and Lin Qingshan walked into the gate of Huamanlou one after the other, and the two looked up at the surrounding arrangements. Sure enough, the decoration of the first inn in the capital is quite atmospheric, with a total of three floors, like a courtyard. The first floor is the dining room, and the second and third floors are guest rooms.

"This is it. Lin Qingshan pointed to the inn road.

"Is it an inn?" said Limai in amazement.

"There are many students who have entered Beijing to take the exam, like the deceased Li Jin, who has lived in Huamanlou for more than three years. "

Good persistent person. Limai sighed inwardly.

"The shopkeeper wants two rooms. Limai walked to the counter and said crisply to the shopkeeper who lowered his head and planned to plate.

"Two rooms are far away. She added.

"What do you mean? You dislike me, and I dislike you. Lin Qingshan followed behind and listened to the words clearly.

Lin Qingshan, who is the incarnation of the Heavenly Emperor's crown jade, has a perverse and stubborn personality, and has the atmosphere of a small person in the market.

The shopkeeper raised his head, stopped dialing the black old abacus with his hand, and said with a smile on his face: "Okay, there is an east wing room and a west wing room on the third floor." "

Taking the key handed over by the shopkeeper, Lin Qingshan poked his elbow with his elbow, and his eyes signaled: "Look, that room is where Li Jin lived before his death." "

Limai followed his gaze, and it was an ordinary-looking room. With a tap on her tiptoes, she slowly rose to her feet and flew to the second floor.

Seeing this, Lin Qingshan below flew up to follow, and also arrived at the door of the room where Li Jin lived before his death.

"Isn't it cool that we flew up to the second floor with light power just now?" Lin Qingshan grinned.

"That's wrong, you use light skills, and I use immortal methods. "Leaving the pulse means the right path.

"Wow, you're a fairy!Excuse me, do the gods need to eat?Do the gods need to?".

Limai raised his jade white little hand and knocked a shudder on his forehead, "Where did you get so much nonsense?".

Strangely, the door of this guest room was not closed, and Limai and Lin Qingshan looked inside and found that there was a young man dressed as a Confucian inside.

The man was holding a brazier in his right hand and a white paper in his left hand, which made people understand in an instant that he was here to burn paper money for Li Jin.

Could it be that he was the murderer who killed Li Jin, and he came here to pay tribute to Li Jin because of guilt?

The two of them walked silently into the room, and the man dressed as a Confucian scholar lowered his head and thought about something, and from time to time threw a piece of white paper into the brazier to burn it.

Suddenly, Lin Qingshan's back leaned against the door and let out a "babbling" sound, which startled the Confucian man to turn around and look at each other with a dumbfounded look.

"Who are you—" the Confucian said.

Without waiting for him to finish speaking, Limai immediately cast the immortal method, and the eight-point immortal consciousness entered from the center of Confucianism's eyebrows, exploring the memories of Confucianism.

The floodgates of memory opened, and yesterday at noon, Confucianism, that is, He Boming, and Li Jin drank in Li Jin's residence.

"Congratulations to Brother Jin for winning the title of the literary world today. He Boming held the wine glass in both hands and said with a smile.

With that, he raised his head and drank the mellow wine.

Li Jin, who was at the table, nodded and toasted with him.

"But then again, that Yang Yan is really powerful. The younger brother thought that he was going to win, but thanks to Brother Jin's Wen Si Quanyong, he couldn't be defeated. He Boming continued to pat his ass.

However, Li Jin's state was really not good, as if his head was very heavy, and there were tens of thousands of bees buzzing inside. He held his head in his hands, his face bitter, and he could not say a word.

He Boming noticed his abnormality, walked forward, and patted his arm, "Brother Jin, Brother Jin." "

Suddenly, He Boming found an old blue-skinned book in front of him, which was crumpled and crumpled as if it had been read countless times.

""Lin'an Collection, why is this book in your hand?" He Boming's face was stunned, and his hand trembled and picked up "Lin'an Collection", as if "Lin'an Collection" was something terrible.

Just when he was stunned, Li Jin suddenly seemed to be stunned, picked up an inkstone and smashed it at the door of his head.

Li Jin didn't

dodge, he just blindly knocked his head, as if he didn't know the pain, he completely ignored He Boming's stop.

It wasn't until he knocked out the blood from his head, and Bobo's blood soaked the inkstone and the ground, and accompanied him to the ground, that this strange act of self-harm ended.

This is the end of the memory, and the eight-point immortal consciousness that has left the veins returns to its original body. It turned out that Li Jin looked like a suicide, but it wasn't actually a suicide.

The only thing that can be ruled out is He Boming's suspicion, because in that memory, He Boming prevented Li Jin from committing suicide.

Could it be Yang Yan? In his memory, He Boming mentioned that Yang Yan was Li Jin's opponent, and judging from the motive, Yang Yan was indeed suspicious.

What are the facts? If Yang Yan killed Li Jin, what was the specific process?

"Who are you? What the hell was going on just now?" After the detached immortal consciousness left He Boming's eyebrows, He Boming's mind became clear, and he asked this with a wary expression.

Limai smiled with a smile, and his apricot eyes smiled like a crescent moon, and he naturally said: "I am a female disciple of the Immortal Cultivation Sect Limai, today, I traveled here and found that I was resentful here. So, I'm here to find out. "

He Boming looked at Limai suspiciously and talked to himself, and his vigilance was slightly restrained.

"Now, I already know the reason, and I am willing to surpass the deceased Li Jin. Limai looked compassionate, and lied without blushing and heartbeat.

Over there, Lin Qingshan's long body leaned against the door, his hands clasped his arms, and the corners of his delicate mouth carried a smile like nothing.

He said in his heart: Limai, if this can make you happy, then I will continue to act.

"You don't believe me?" said Limai as he looked at He Boming, who was there.

After speaking, He Boming shook his head and answered the question of the deviant pulse with actions: I really don't believe you.

Limai was patient, raised his eyebrows, took a step closer to He Boming, stretched out his palm, and said, "Look at it." "

Suddenly, a

flame ignited in the white palm of the vein, and the fire was orange, burning in her palm, which was a little terrifying and weird.

"Look at it, this flame is Li Jin's resentment. You know, resentment. I'm going to dispel it now. "

After

a while, the flame was extinguished from her jade white hand.

She seems to be very powerful. He Boming said in his heart.

"What about this, the resentment has dissipated, and Li Jin can rest in peace. Limai said to He Boming.

Lin Qingshan watched her act from beginning to end, watching her use some mana to deceive the mortal He Boming. He watched her as a master of "exorcism" with relish, and did not say anything to expose it, because he thought her play was really interesting.

"Thank you, Master. He Boming said unconsciously, clasped his hands into fists, and gave a salute to Limai.

"I still have one more thing to ask for, that is, the champion you just mentioned, dare to ask who is the champion?" Limai pretended to ask shamelessly, and frowned slightly.

"It's the leader of the literary world. He Boming replied truthfully.

The literary world is full of flowers, and yesterday's champion was Li Jin, but he committed suicide that night. This flower-filled literary arena competition must be inseparable from Li Jin's death.