Chapter 143: Desire insurance

Chapter 143: Danger
Fang Henshui talked about his triumph, and flashed a wild beast like that in his eyes. He slowly lowered his head to look at Mo Wanwu and asked seriously: "I wasn't stupid at all, but I found the purpose of wisdom at the last time."
Mo Wanwu will not answer naturally, because he actually died long ago. Fang Henshui may know, or he may not pay attention. All he needs is someone who can talk, someone who can speak recklessly. And such an object is, of course, a better person. When he saw that Mo Wan has no vitality, he stood up and looked at his tattered clothes slightly frowning.
Then a little under his feet, his body disappeared instantly.
This is Half Moon Mountain, which is dozens of miles away from Chang'an City. The mountains are dense and dense here, and no one will come at all. Had Fang hated Shui to trace all things in Moyue Shan, he would not have decided to do it. The strength demonstrated by Qin Liuqi on that day allowed Fang Henshui to understand that his cultivation was far from being careless. Hiding dragons and crouching tigers in Chang'an City, try to be more cautious.
Even the most powerful practitioners in this world will not feel the struggle of seven or eighty miles away. Although practitioners are extremely sensitive to changes in the strength of the heavens and the earth, if they have the ability to perceive that distance, they may no longer be considered alone.
Therefore, all things in Mo died on the half moon mountain. Many of the major practitioners in Changan City are not aware of it.
Yanwuyuan is south of Dongcheng, and it is fifty or sixty miles away from Beicheng. From Yanwuyuan to Banyueshan, there are at least eighty miles. Such a long distance, even Dean Zhou could not feel anything.
When people heard about Mo Mo's death, Fang Henshui killed him the next day. When the widowers went uphill to chop firewood, they found that only half of the body was left, as well as those two legs about six or seven meters away. The corpse was transported back to Chang'an, and Chang'an's experienced bureaucrat inferred the identity of the deceased based on the broken hospital uniform on Mo Wan.
Professor Qiu Yu and Yan Qing brought Mo Wuwu back to Yanwu Academy.
Fang Jie came together.
It's not just the solution, the students in their class are here. Under the leadership of two professors, nearly thirty students from Yanwu Academy walked into Chang'an Mansion, so that all the people in the past looked at it. When Fang Xie learned that Mo Wanwu was killed, he was discussing how to practice with Houshan of Yanwuyuan and Qiu Yu. He told Qiu Yu his thoughts. Even Qiu Yu could not be sure whether such a method would work.
The practitioner borrows the strength of the heavens and the earth, and uses the breath to absorb the energy to transform the energy into the outside and store it in the sea of ​​energy. During the battle, Nei Jin was injected into the air pockets through the air veins. According to the different cultivation methods of each body constitution, the transformed internal strength forms are also different. For example, Xie Fuyao, his inner strength is more suitable for practicing kendo. Even when the Four Elephant Fingers were cast, his fingers were full of sword power. For example, Mo washes the knife. The reason why his knife is so stunned is because the internal strength is turned into a knife.
The solution that Fang Xie came up with was to transfer the vitality of heaven and earth outside the body.
To put it simply, the normal way of practice is to transform the vitality of the heavens and the earth into your own body after tempering in the body. After the transformation of Qihai, it has become a cultivation force suitable for you. Even if the actual battle is ever-changing, but those are the inner strength of the spiritual practitioners' storage in the sea. Once the consumption is too large, they must be recovered through spiritual practice. The idea of ​​Fang Jie is simply to remote control, to turn vitality into internal strength without tempering, and directly call vitality to fight.
This idea can be said to be whimsical.
But Qiu Yu did not deny his thoughts. How can the practice of the world be the same? Especially Fangjie, this boy has created too many miracles. At that time, even Dean Zhou concluded that he could not perceive the vitality of the world, but now he can perceive it. Since it can be sensed, who dares to assert that he cannot call?
Just when the two were discussing, Yan Qing rushed to find it.
Although Mo Wanwu is not highly respected by his students in his class, after all, what happened on the half moon mountain made the students more isolated from him. But when they learned that the professor was likely to die, the students all followed. Dean Zhou did not stop, neither did Qiu Yu and Yan Qing.
In the morgue at the Yamen in Chang'an, Fang Xie saw Mo's body.
At that moment, no one could control their emotions. The only female student, Ma Lilian, screamed and slumped, followed by tears. Some people started vomiting, but no one felt it was disrespect for the dead. Such terrible bodies are rare even on the battlefield.
Where is one alone.
"Mr. Please go home."
Fang Xie whispered a word, and then his own uncle walked over and wrapped the body. He hugged the corpse and slowly turned towards the door.
When he reached the door, he stopped and stood on the side of the official post: "Excuse me, where was the body of Mr. found?"
Fang Jie nodded and said thank you, and his face was calm.
After leaving the gate of Chang'an Prefecture, someone ran to hire a carriage. Fang Xie held Mo's body up, and suddenly found that Mo's one hand seemed a bit strange. He lowered his head and looked closely, and then his heart moved.
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It had been a long time since the crimson horse who was running happily hissed, his nose purring with white gas. Fang Xie rode on the red horse and galloped northward. The sound of the horse's four hoofs was full of rhythm. Behind him, Professor Qiu Yu and Yan Qing followed closely. Unless Fang Jie deliberately controlled the speed of the crimson horse, Qiu Yu and Yan Qing's war horses, although good, would have been far behind.
The cold ride in the northern Liaoning area is even more brilliant than the Mongolian horse. The Crimson Red Horse is the best in cold riding. It's just that the Sui people didn't know much about the North Liao people, and even some places didn't know anything at all. Because the Beiliao people live in the 100,000 mountain with the harshest environment, few people approach it to explore the life of Beiliao people. Because of this, His Majesty the Emperor has been hesitant to decide whether to accept the northern Liao people.
Accepting the North Liao people may bring a very powerful cavalry. But there is no doubt that the people of Beiliao will definitely move into Da Sui as a whole. After two generations, they will become Sui completely. How important is the North Liao people without Hanqi to Da Sui?
The condition for the surrender of the North Liao people was to leave the 100,000 Mountains, but the emperor needed them to stay there.
The three men and three ride all the way north. It was almost noon when they were out of the North City Gate. The coward who found the body of Mo Wan was notified by the official of Chang'an Prefecture and asked him to wait at the gate of the city. Fang Xie asked who he was and then put the man up behind him. The crimson horse carrying the two men didn't feel any difficulty at all.
There was a pointer from a coward, and they found out where they found Mo's body.
Fang Jie let the coward guard the war horse not far away. He and Qiu Yuyanqing went over to check. There is no doubt that this is a very fierce fight. The traces are still very clear, broken trees, ground pits, and the same dry grass that was turned over by iron ploughs within ten meters.
Fang Jiezai searched carefully and finally determined where Mo Mou stayed last.
You can still see gray blood on the grass, and you can find some minced meat and clothes that have not been buried in dust. Fang Xie crouched down and looked closely at a piece of gray-black withered grass. This is where Mo Wan finally lay, the blood on the ground was left behind by the wounds behind him.
Fang Xie fancied Mo Mowu's lying posture at that time, and then looked at the side of the bloodstain. When Fang Xie inspected Mo's body, he saw that his abandoned arm had something strange. The hand was covered with blood, but there was no blood on the belly of the index finger, which was obviously pinched off, and there was some powder in the fingers.
So Fang Jie and Qiu Yu set out immediately.
"it's here"
Fang Xie beckoned, and Qiu Yu and Yan Qing immediately rushed over.
Fang Xie pointed at the big tree around him: "The murderer should have stayed under this tree for a long time and was sitting. Mr. Mo was here, lying with his face up ... his air pocket in his left arm burst Driving and even losing strength, but at the last moment, Mr. Mo, who wanted to come to death, was waving his movable arm while covering up the tiny movement of his other hand.
"How can you be so sure?"
Yan Qing asked subconsciously.
Fang Xie gave him a faint answer after he glanced at him: "Sir forgotten that I was a scout, especially the scouts of the frontier. In searching for details, it is better than Fu Xun's experienced arrest."
Fang Xie cut the grass away, exposing a stone. The stone was buried deep underground, exposing only the size of a plate to the outside.
It is just such a small place, there are shallow four characters.
It was carved with the last bit of strength before Mo everything was dying, very shallow, but very clear. It's hard to imagine, with what kind of perseverance, he insisted on writing down these four words before he died, and hid the murderer's eyes.
Fang Zhizhi mouth
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"What do these four words mean?"
In the shop of Dongsanjie ~ EbookFREE.me ~ Shen Qingfan frowned slightly and asked for the solution.
Fang Jie whispered softly: "Fang, naturally speaking is not Fang Jie Fang, but Fang hates the water. That guy finally couldn't bear it and started to kill again, and he dared to attack the professor at Yanwuyuan. The traces don't seem to have hurt Mo Fang hating water. How could this person become so powerful? "
"Smart death ... Mr. Mo wrote these two words, he definitely wanted to tell us that the cultivation of Fang hating water is related to wisdom and wisdom is dead. In the last word, we thought about it for a long time and didn't think of the answer."
Shen Qingfan pondered for a while without thinking about it, hesitated for a while and asked, "If something like this happens, can you do what you designed before?"
"do!"
Fang Xie nodded: "It was so hard for Zhuang Die to take my things out, and I guess those people have begun to sit still. There are the inner guards and love affairs to catch Fang hating the water, and I ca n’t help now What are you doing? And no one has ever seen him. It ’s hard to catch him if he does n’t get a portrait before he returns. But I can help with Wu Yi.

He paused: "Those people will definitely move tomorrow. At that time, you and I will add the black kid and the three of them, and the Kirin dog will cope with it secretly. There should be no problem."
"It's too risky."
Shen Qingfan shook his head.
"Often it seems dangerous, and people think that a solution that can never be successful may be easier. Because people don't even think about it, the initiative is with me."
Fang Xie smiled: "Just relying on the news obtained by this method, I'm afraid the emperor will blow his beard and stare when he knows it."
Shen Qingfan gave a whisper, and said quietly: "Tomorrow is February 11th, the day after tomorrow the army will be on the march."