Chapter 1915: Raiders of the martial arts leader

At this time, the disciple who was searching came back, and the leader presented something, "Master, this is the soft sword found behind the rockery!"
"Soft Sword..." Xia Chao is the master of the Tibetan Army Mansion, which is known for having cast weapons. He also has a deep understanding of this rare weapon. "Soft Sword Known as the King of Hundred Blades, it is not suitable for cutting and stabbing, but it can be cut. It can easily cut blood vessels and ligaments at joints. It kills people by cutting the neck veins. It is very lethal, but it is more difficult to use. Wanting The wounds of the people can indeed be caused by such a weapon as thin as a cicada's wings."
Qi Changan looked at a young man in the audience, "Master Shen, please take a look."
This young man named Shen belongs to Jin Zhen Shen's family. No one can compare to the Xia Dynasty when it comes to understanding weapons, but no one can compare Jin Zhen Shen's when it comes to medicine.
"This sword... is indeed poisonous." After taking out a wooden box and letting out the bees in the box, and the bees landed on the sword again, the young man Shen came to a conclusion.
Wan Ting would be unconscious, not because of his sword wounds, but because of his poison.
Xia Chao asked the disciple again, "Where did you find this sword?"
"Just after the rockery on the way to the back garden, the disciple discovered this sword from there." Speaking of it, he will find that this sword is also a coincidence. The body of the sword is hidden in the grass, and there is still sunlight, reflecting it. The light is only noticeable by the searchers.
"Wait..." Wang Ci pointed his eyes, "Is there any words engraved on the hilt of this sword?"
"Huh?" When Xia Chao saw it, he really engraved the words. He picked up the soft sword, "This... is engraved with a Qi..."
Qi?
Of the people present, there was only one surnamed Qi.
Everyone's eyes focused on Qi Chang'an, with disbelief.
"It can't be him!" Feng Guang said immediately: "This won't be his sword. If he really was a murderer, how could he throw a murder weapon with his name engraved on the ground at will?"
The scenery is true.
But when Qi Changan didn't speak, Feng Guang looked at him anxiously, "What do you say quickly! This sword is not yours, right?"
"The scenery is right." Qi Changan's eyes softened, the corners of his lips raised, and he said slowly, "This sword is not mine."
His words were not explained to other people, but only to her.
Sun Yuanshan said: "Yes, no one would throw away the murder weapon with his name engraved on it. As far as I know, at that time, the lord Qi and the son of Wanting walked in the direction of the back garden, and they also went to the back garden. , And Master Wan Xuan."
Huayan stood up and said, "The head of Sun's head meant that Young Master Wan Xuan deliberately threw the sword there. Was he trying to blame League Master Qi?"
"Who knows?" Sun Yuanshan is a pure and lively person, and he doesn't care about Huayan's righteous indignation.
Wan Xuan was not in a hurry to defend himself.
"No." Wang Ci said, "Wan Xuan would not do such a stupid thing. He is the only person who often goes to the back garden on weekdays, and once we find such obvious evidence of a murder weapon with a name, we will take it for granted. He thought that the real murderer would not throw away the murder weapon written on him. According to this train of thought, the person whose name was engraved on the hilt...is it safe to escape suspicion?"