Fu Canglu

Chapter 351
Wei Wudao sighed lightly.

The wine glasses in the main hall were poured all over the floor, and the wine flowed across the floor. It was a mess, and everyone was scattered.

The old man was wrapped in a very thick padded robe, and his clothes were extremely simple.

He squatted down, picked up a wine glass that had rolled to his feet with great difficulty, put it in front of his eyes and looked at it carefully.

He finally understood why the young man was dressed in white.

Like onyx.

It's more like paying homage to someone.

He raised his head, looked at Yi Xiao, and said sincerely, "You shouldn't have done this."

The little highness looked calm.

The cunning fox poured the wine for himself, lowered his eyebrows and said, "The old account from 16 years ago, do you think you found a clue to bring out the truth of the whole thing?"

Yi Xiao smiled and said, "But at least I found you."

Wei Wudao said with a calm voice: "You should come to me when there is no one around, an avenger, you shouldn't raise your sword with such a fair reason."

His Highness was silent.

Wei Wudao continued with a smile: "Now you have caused panic in Lanling City. You just want to find out all the people you should be looking for tonight, and liquidate them one by one like the big red moon in Luoyang. It's a pity that you are not Liu Bai. Zen, this is not Luoyang either."

Yi Xiao said calmly: "I don't have to kill people, I just want to know the truth."

Wei Wudao's actions paused.

He seemed to be thinking about something, and after thinking for a long time, he asked quietly: "You want to know the truth, why don't you just ask His Majesty?"

Yi Xiao said softly: "He can give me answers to most things, but this is the only thing he can't do. If I could ask, he would have taken the initiative to tell me."

"En." Wei Wudao seemed to agree with Yi Xiao's answer, and nodded thoughtfully.

The cunning fox calmly drank the wine in the glass.

He said softly: "Your Highness, you actually did one thing wrong."

Yi Xiao narrowed his eyes.

Wei Wudao said softly: "The truth you are looking for has long been burned by the fire 16 years ago, and the traces left behind are just some living people. They didn't die, they saw that scene with their own eyes, or Been through that, but whatever they are, they're just part of the truth and never the truth."

He paused, and smiled weakly: "The most direct way to kill a person is with a sword, but some people cannot be killed with a sword or a sword, even thousands of troops."

Yi Xiao was a little perplexed.

The cunning fox shook its head, and its tone became gentle and slow: "16 years ago, I ordered to stop those people from saving her. If you came today to seek my crime, if you said this is a crime, then I pleaded guilty."

Wei Wudao closed his eyes, murmured in recollection: "I am sitting in this seat now, some words cannot be said, I live no more freedom than others. I know who you want to hear from me names, but sometimes the truth really isn't what you think it is."

The old fox sitting on the thirteenth floor of the fairy tower tapped the table one after another.

He suddenly asked: "Your Highness, according to the laws of Lanling City, is it a crime to kill a commoner?"

Yi Xiao narrowed her eyes, holding back her patience, the golden color in her eyes was suppressed abruptly.

Wei Wudao knew that Yi Xiao would not answer, so he said with a dull smile: "Actually, you are guilty, but as long as you are considered a celebrity, like those people who were sitting at the banquet just now, killing a commoner in Lanling City , the law will not pursue them."

"Then what about killing a member of Xianlou?"

The cunning fox smiled and said: "Of course you are guilty, but if you stand at a higher level than the fairy tower, then you are not guilty. To get rid of the crime, you only need to stand at a higher level, then Then no one can heal your sin."

"Your Highness came to find my crime today, I can only admit it." The old man wrapped his thick robe tightly around his body, lowering his eyes, "Probably this is the reason."

Yi Xiao pondered what he just said.

The old man closed his eyes and said softly: "Your Highness, Wei Wudao will teach you something today."

His Highness looked at the old man.

He is very old.

16 years ago maybe not as old as it is today.

Such an old man closed his eyes and smiled with a little kindness, but it seemed that he had nothing to do with the word "cunning fox".

He slowly opened his eyes, and said softly: "Your Highness, just take a look, how far is the truth with you today from the real truth?"

The old man stood up with a smile, and said very lightly, "Lin Yi is dead."

His Highness's pupils shrank slightly.

He looked at the old man in disbelief.

Wei Wudao sat back again.

The old man laughed at himself and said: "This name is strange and familiar, isn't it? Most of the people 16 years ago forgot about him, but I can't forget him. I made his death certificate myself. The new name of the Governor of Lanling City I also opened the household registration myself. Lin Yi of Tianque died 16 years ago, and only a humble and cowardly painter survived."

The cunning fox sighed, and said softly: "Your Highness, you are still too young. Such a person is enough to reveal the truth of the year, why don't you just kill him? It's not for you to find him ?”

"So you found me."

Wei Wudao suddenly coughed once or twice, and became much older.

"Lin Yi's role has been exhausted, so he is dead now."

The old man lowered his eyebrows and said: "Even if he becomes a fool, he can't be allowed to live. It's just that I never thought that when you entered the Holy Island, Your Highness, you had a kind of compassion in your bones and spared his life."

There are some blue veins bulging on His Highness's forehead.

He said gloomyly, "Did you kill Lin Yi?"

Wei Wudao smiled and waved his hands.

"No, no, of course I didn't kill it."

The old fox coughed violently and coughed up tears, more like tears from laughter.

"This morning, the governor's yamen of Lanling City received a report. Among them was a trivial case of disappearance. A middle-aged painter disappeared in the residential area of ​​Lanling City. The person who reported the case was his wife."

"There are not many suspicious points in the case. What disappeared with the man was a red lantern with his family portrait on it."

"The case just now should have been solved. This man is already dead. He was cut a thousand times with a sword. The sword's energy pierced his bones, and he was tortured to death."

Wei Wudao folded his thick robe, shrunk his body and said with a smile: "So the murderer is a swordsman, who has the habit of killing others with a sword."

"The governor's yamen handles the case only for evidence. Because the murderer will always leave some traces, such as the traces of walking when he went to the courtyard, the slight footprints left when he climbed the courtyard wall, or the evidence of being seen."

Wei Wudao said with a smile: "There is no evidence pointing to me, and no one knows that I can use a sword, so I must not be the murderer, and I will not admit that I am the murderer."

The little highness's complexion was extremely ugly.

"Of course the murderer will not be your Highness."

The old fox smiled softly: "Because you are the one who really experienced this, you have experienced the truth, and it doesn't make much sense to frame you as a murderer."

"I am not the murderer, and neither are you, Your Highness. So who is it?"

Wei Wudao wrapped his thick robe tightly, and the chills coming from his body made his lips tremble and turn blue, but he couldn't restrain his smile.

A woman holding a sword slowly walked in outside the palace gate.

Yi Xiaoan walked into the hall with a calm expression.

The dazzled cold light of the lotus he was carrying made Wei Wudao's eyes astringent.

With tears in the corners of the old man's eyes, he said softly, "It's her."

"The guards of the Jingtao Hall took notes, and saw this Buddhist lady Ke Qing go out of the Jingtao Hall on the fourth watch, but no one can explain why she went out at that time." The old man said with a smile: "This is a witness."

"The painter was carrying a lantern with him when he died. The governor's yamen found a similar lantern to fool the painter's wife. In fact, the real lantern was never found, because no one dared to search Your Highness's Jingtao Palace." The old man said. He smiled again and said, "And if you search, you will find physical evidence."

"Many times people in the world only believe what they see in front of them."

"And those who have experienced the truth have not seen the truth."

Wei Wudao said sincerely to the young man in white: "Your Highness, you are really powerful. You found the only loophole 16 years ago. But why didn't you think about it? Finding Lin Yi is not the beginning of finding the truth. Could it be the source of the truth that was completely extinguished?"

Yi Xiao's complexion was a little pale.

He felt a little absurd.

And the absurdity is not limited to the scene in front of him.

Instead, the old man slowly stood up again.

This time, he lifted off his thick robe, and in front of Yi Xiao, he took off his close-fitting clothing layer by layer.

Fresh sword wounds rolled over his body one after another, and the opened scars were still brand new with flesh and blood.

absurd.

Think carefully.

"Everyone has seen that Your Highness, you have come to my Wei Wudao's reception today."

"You have to thoroughly investigate that incident back then."

"Now everyone in Lanling City is waiting for the ending."

"She is coming."

Wei Wudao pointed to Yi Xiaoan who entered the palace with a sword, the wounds on his body were steaming and painful, this old man was actually wrapped in a thick robe and endured for so long, and now he can still smile.

"And then I died."

The sound stopped in summer.

The old man endured the pain with a smile on his face and a slight frown.

He said softly: "Then what kind of truth will His Majesty see?"

Wei Wudao said regretfully: "If you didn't come to this reception today, I would also die at the hands of such a tyrannical swordsman who is good at using swords. The death of a middle-aged illustrator is different. This matter will be uploaded one by one and passed to His Majesty's eyes, so the ending is the same."

The old man spread his hands and said innocently: "Your Highness, you see, sometimes it's that simple to forge the truth."

(End of this chapter)