"One knife?" Lu Hua’s face expression has finally changed significantly. "Are you saying that something has happened to him recently?"
The old man in yellow clothes said, "The old man recently went out of the valley to buy some news from several wind media organizations, and one of them was a knife. In recent years, he has spent a total of 22 thousand silver to ask Zhang Jin, the first detective in the first Zhuang Tian, to explore the cause of death of his brother Guihai."
Lu Huanong was shocked. "Where did he get so much money for two thousand silver?"
It is absolutely impossible to save so much silver in just a few years by adding the No.1 spy of the Dragon Villa and the salary of the guards with knives in the command.
The old man in yellow clothes explained, "In those days, he defeated the bully and kept almost all his savings in the rude villa. He took away Zhang Jin’s wine. This person loves to enjoy it. It is expensive to ask him to investigate the case, but the more money he asks the trustee to spend, the more he cares when he checks the wine."
Lu Hua’s thick lips moved and looked for a while. Finally, he didn’t know whether he was relieved or how to say "he found out."
"no!"
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The old man in yellow put a teacup and stared at Lu Huanong’s way, "The Kirin sword startled the wind, and all three of them launched their forces to obstruct Zhang Jinjiu’s inquiry and delayed Zhang Jinjiu’s inquiry, but I still can’t determine the final answer, but I remember that the knife was still left behind in those years."
"That knife is made of the same material as the bloody treasure knife. It is made by Anshan black iron fine steel. If Zhang Jinjiu catches this clue one day and sees the bones once and for all, he will know the truth."
Lu Hua whispered, "There is nothing wrong with this."
"But I have asked my daughter to throw away that knife."
This way China thick micro ash looked up at the old man in yellow.
The old man in yellow clothes is easy to continue. "Things are urgent. Even if they disturb the bones of the brothers who returned to the sea, they have to wait for the old man to apologize to him a hundred years later."
After a long time, Huanong’s silence gradually revealed a sad color, and he unconsciously changed his name, "Brother Xiao, you must do this."
"Otherwise, let your son finally decided that his mother killed his father because of the knife? Have you ever thought about how much torture this will be for him? "
There was a sharp hint in the elegant instrument of the old man in yellow clothes. "I don’t understand why you haven’t told him the truth for so many years."
"How can I put it?" Lu Huanong smiled wryly. "Tell him that Bailian was killed by a sneak attack behind my knife?"
"No, you should tell him that his father was possessed and died unfortunately."
The old man in yellow clothes, with a gentle sigh, gradually gathered up his expression. When he spoke, he felt lonely and cold. Although he spoke well, it was more like a tough stance to change his cognition.
"Sister-in-law, you want your old friend Bai to go back to the sea. He died of computer virus. This is the fact and the only fact. It is a knife that should be able to know the truth."
Lu Huanong listened to this and tried to refute it. His eyes gradually recalled the situation in those days.
In those days, I was able to suppress the risk of losing control by my own will.
Because returning to the sea is not a murderer, he has a wife, a son, harmony and happiness, and he is happy enough in every way.
In the early stage, he was able to dissolve this happy feeling and kill his heart from time to time.
But he is also a martial artist.
He pursues the reputation of the first knife in heaven, knowing that dominating heaven may affect his character and is unwilling to give up this unique knife method.
So when he became more and more immersed in the art of using saber, one day he suddenly found that those strong feelings in his heart could not be suppressed and he wanted to kill.
His best four friends agreed to ward off evil spirits after knowing his abnormality, trying to suppress his demons and solve the risk of losing control.
Those four friends have known each other for many years. Three of them are Shaolin abbot, Kirin master, and Jian Jingfeng, who was known as the first swordsman at that time.
The fourth person is Wangsun Xiao, the Lord of the Imperial Valley, who has a few friends but has met each other for a long time.
There are four people gathered together, and even if they get out of control during the treatment, they will be forced to stop and continue the treatment.
It’s a pity that Wangsun Xiao arrived late that day.
Before he arrived there, he went crazy and hit three friends with a knife. When Lu Huanong was about to kill the three people, he shot him in the back and hit him in the back.
The skill of going back to Hai Bai Lian was not deeply injured even when he was in a state of insanity, but the knife just hurt his Du meridian acupoint and cut off his Du meridian qi movement.
Du meridian is the pivot of the operation of this knife method. When this vein is broken, the knife gas is out of control, and he dies on the spot after returning to the sea for a long time.
It’s not wrong to say that he died of computer-virus, but it can also be said that Lu Huanong really killed him.
"I told him about it when I was a child."
I don’t know how long it took Lu Huanong to say, "I tried to tell him that his father might have died of computer virus, but he didn’t believe it."
Lu Huanong closed his eyes with deep fatigue in his tone. "He firmly believes that someone must have killed his father. He was a child at that time. How can he be so sure?"
"He was a child at that time. Why would he keep this idea until now?"
The old woman opened her eyes and smiled. "So I understand that this is an act of god."
"It was God’s will that guided him and convinced him that his father was not possessed but was harmed by others."
Lu Huanong put a rosary in his hand and folded his hands slowly and devoutly, as if thanking Cang and saying with a smile, "And this murderer who killed his father is me."
In quiet time, fallen leaves in the bamboo forest were blown to the Shuiyue Temple, and the swaying sound of bamboo mixed with the rippling water in the mirror reflecting the lake.
Heaven and earth say that the wind is often cold and cold. Maybe this is the answer heaven and earth gave her.
Lu Huanong often thinks like this.
"So that’s what you think of me."
The old man in yellow got up. "Then I’ll make an agreement with you."
Lu Huanong can say that the other party gave up intervening in this matter, but he didn’t know the topic and turned to this place. "What agreement?"
"Since you think it’s God’s will that you’ve waited for so many years, and you won’t take the initiative to confess to him or try to solve your son’s problems, then you will continue to accept it."
The clothes of the old man in yellow are warm, and there is no harsh words in his expression, but the lonely chill is heavier
Like lonely plum Ling Xue’s lonely temperament, it is his natural character, but at this time, he is still returning
He said, "No matter what you think of hating him with a knife, you can’t take the initiative to say what you killed if he confirms who the enemy is."
Lu Hua Nong nai said, "What’s the point of this? That’s what I’ve been doing. "
"Well, then remember this agreement. I don’t think Bailian’s widow is always a promise breaker."
The old man in yellow handed over and said, "That’s the end of the day. Xiao Mou is leaving."
He said to leave.
Lu Huanong wait for a while looked at the tea on the table. The cup of hot tea is getting cold now.