Martial arts start from the visualization of tortoise breathing

Chapter 82;

At the first moment of Maoshi, the sky breaks dawn and the sun rises.

Someone found Wu Qingyuan lying in the house with his body already cold.

Wu Qingxuan, the magistrate of Shanyang County, who found out about this in a short while, was shocked and went to the scene of the murder with bare feet. He saw him lying in a pool of blood, his eyes wide open, and his face still had a little bit of expression. Lime powder corpse, the old and bereaved county magistrate uttered a heart-piercing cry of beating his chest and feet.

"My son..."

"Who! Who did it!"

Wu Qingxuan quickly called the government officials who were on guard and patrolling last night, and tortured them one by one. After failing to get any useful clues, he called Liu Butou, who had a lot of experience in investigating cases in the government office.

Liu Butou, who was nearly fifty years old, carefully inspected the scene, and then learned about Wu Qingyuan's recent activities, who he had met, and who he had friction with.

When he raised his head, he already had someone to suspect, but he didn't say it clearly. He sighed and said, "My lord, the county magistrate, I'm sorry. This person dared to break into the government office at night and commit murder. It can be seen that he is a very vicious person."

"I assure Lord Xiancheng that this person will definitely be found out, so that Young Master Quan will know and be at peace."

"Okay. I will leave this matter to Liu Butou to investigate. Everyone in the government office is waiting for your orders." Wu Qingxuan, who was crying, hugged his son's cold body.

noon.

The sun was high and the weather was cool. Fang Ping chopped up golden beef, sorghum rice, and several kinds of vegetables, stirred them, and fed them to the alien BMW in a big bucket. Wu growled and glared at the alien BMW.

Immediately, Fang Ping cooked the meat soup he needed. It was made from two top meats, "fire turtle meat" and "horned python meat", which melted in the mouth. bitter.

After eating the meat soup, Fang Ping's body gradually became hot, his blood accelerated, his heart beat faster, and his body became scorching hot in an instant. The astonishing potency of the medicine, like spring rain moistening the earth, nourished every inch of Fang Ping's flesh and blood.

Fang Ping was not idle either. He performed the two health-preserving exercises of "Turtle's Breath Breathing Art" and "Strengthening the Body", and quickly refined the medicinal power in his body. promote.

"Second brother, look how I'm doing."

Childish chirping came.

Fang Ping cast his eyes, Fang Ying held the sword in her left hand and pointed to the sky, her right hand was placed in front of her body like a sword, one foot was off the ground, and the other foot was independent. This is one of the starting moves in the "Ben Lei Sword Art" .

This swordsmanship is fierce and domineering, as fast as thunder, and when it is cultivated to perfection, it can break through waterfalls and rivers with a single sword. Fang Ying practiced hard every day, and today she is able to use several starting moves of the "Running Swordsmanship" freely .

"Fashion, vulnerable!"

Fang Ping stood on the spot, and blasted out with a straight punch. The terrifying strength of the punch pushed the air, and the resulting impact sent Fang Ying flying across a distance of several meters.

Xiao Nizi was like a flat boat in a stormy sea, rolling a long distance on the ground, and when she stood up, her body was covered in dust.

"This punch has two and a half years of skill! Can you stop it?"

Fang Ping shouted like thunder, and his tall figure was like a young god coming down to earth.

Fang Ying:? ? ?
"You..."

"I'm going to tell my mother!"

Fang Ying, who knew there was too much disparity in strength, ran into the room with red eyes.

"Are you able to walk?" Fang Ping held Xiao Nizi's collar by the back of her neck, leaving her feet dangling in the air, so she had nowhere to exert her strength. Believe it, the only one who can believe it is yourself. If you have [-] kung fu, you can only reveal [-]% in front of others, and the remaining [-]% must be revealed as a last resort.”

Fang Ying was stunned for a moment, muttering, still angry at Fang Ping for knocking her into the air, "Got it. Then can you teach me your "two and a half years of skill" boxing technique?"

Fang Ping smiled wryly, how could such a not-so-intelligent appearance make him, an older brother, feel at ease, "That's just a metaphor. Go practice swords."

After lunch, Fang Ping entered the visualization space to practice for a while.

In the afternoon, there was a knock on the door outside the yard.

Fang Ping had expected it and opened the courtyard door.

More than a dozen arresters followed behind the man who was nearly fifty years old. The man's ninth-rank purple official robe outside his body showed that he was a ninth-rank black-clothed head arrester.

"Hello little brother, I am arresting Liu Dayou, you can also call me Liu Butou. I am here today to ask you about some cases."

Liu Dayou cupped his fists, his tone was very polite, and there was an approachable smile on his face.

As the saying goes, if you don't reach out to hit a smiling face, Fang Ping pressed, "Catcher Liu, I'll tell you everything."

"Last night, the son of the county magistrate was killed. After investigation by the arrest and autopsy, we can roughly draw the following conclusions. Last night, around the time of Chou, someone sneaked into the county government office, tricked the son into opening the door, and threw lime powder to block the son's sight. , and then cut off the young master's neck, and then walked away."

Liu Butou narrated his conclusions in eloquent words. During the period, a pair of eyes observed the changes in the boy indistinctly, but he was disappointed. Fang Ping remained calm, and his pupils showed no sign of constriction or dilation.

"The traces at the scene are well preserved, and some gold and silver are not lost, which shows that the man was not a murderer, and the gangster who murdered him did not have the courage to sneak into the yamen and kill him. It was the son of the county magistrate who killed him. So I assert that the murderer must have had friction with the young master and has a deep hatred."

The penetrating analysis made Fang Ping nod again and again: "Liu Catcher's thoughtful thinking, deliberation is like a god, Fang admires it. But what does this have to do with me, I am just an ordinary citizen."

Liu Butou hehe: "Brother Fang is too modest. You are not an ordinary citizen. It is clearly written in the file of the yamen. You are a young and promising eighth-rank warrior."

"Let's get down to business, young master, he has no enemies in Shanyang County, and several people who had conflicts with young master also have alibi, and I also know that brother Fang had serious friction with young master yesterday."

Liu Butou didn't say any more, the yamen file stated that Fang Ping was an eighth-rank martial artist, but according to the information he got, Fang Ping was a martial arts eighth-rank, at least a seventh-rank, not just an ordinary seventh-rank!

If it weren't for such strength, would Wu Qingyuan have failed yesterday?
Based on this, it can be deduced that Fang Ping had the motive to sneak into the Yamen to commit murder, and he also had the strength. With these two points, if he were an ordinary citizen, he could have been convicted long ago.

"But you have no evidence." Fang Ping slandered, and said: "I don't understand what you are talking about, do you suspect that I sneaked into the government office to kill people? You don't want to slander Fang, Fang is definitely not that kind of person."

Liu Catcher frowned, looked down, and pointed at the dozen or so bulging cloth bags around Fang Ping's waist: "Can I ask Ben to see what's inside?"

Fang Ping: "No."

How can a baby underestimate people!Can your baby show anyone casually?

(End of this chapter)