Jingxiang Tower seems to be so lively and noisy, shouting, serving food, and impatient muttering from the rich servant outside the door. What is not noticed is that there is a handsome servant in the hurrying footsteps in the corridor. After finally putting all the dishes on the six tables, Zhou Gan was squinting his eyes, but he was thinking about the first set of the three-tale sword technique that Master Zhou Enquired yesterday. The sword light of the sword is like snow falling flowers, the spring of the lake, the sword style can be said to be exhausted by the martial artists using swordsman. In Zhou Gan's opinion, This is not so much a set of sword moves, but rather a general outline of sword skills. Even the master said that this set of sword skills was made by him and Master Linghu Ye and his 18 sword masters working hard to collect sword art maps. Zhou Xun and Linghu Ye exhausted their energy to improve it. More than a thousand sword moves are not to learn the whole lesson, but to take the essence, or integrate, or choose the appropriate sword moves for you to form your own sword skills, and form Zhou Gan’s own sword skills, which are different from the teacher. This is what Zhou Xun often talks about recently.

"You are free!" A familiar voice came from beside him. It was a coincidence that it was the first time that he had entered the Jingxiang Tower to entertain the three of them. His name was Qi Huanzhi, and he was also an orphan who was wandering on the street. He was taken in by Master Yishen. He respected Master Yishen very much and hoped to become the master's true disciple.

"So tired!" Qi Huanzhi knocked his arms and legs, "Why is our Jingxianglou business so good? We can't stand it even if we are so busy every day!"

Zhou Gan smiled but refused to answer. He knew that Qi Huanzhi was criticized and praised him. He didn't want to hear him boasting. When Qi Huanzhi saw that Zhou Gan was disagreeable, he said, "I heard that recently there was a thief in our Luo who specialized in stealing the hearts of young children. Does Wu Laonong, who delivered vegetables in Jingxianglou, have a twelve or thirteen-year-old granddaughter? Oh, Shui Lingling's age, was discovered by a yamen runner a few days ago. That was miserable!" Qi Huanzhi sighed in a sad voice. Zhou Gan had also seen the little girl named Xiaoyue. She was cute and clever. When she helped deliver vegetables, she called Brother Zhou. Unexpectedly, the white-haired man gave the black-haired man. Zhou Gan felt a little heartbroken.

"Zhou Gan! Come and help! Be lazy again!" Zhang Fu's sharp shout came from the kitchen hall. Qi Huanzhi curled his lips and said bluntly: "Why have you offended this mean ghost? Always ordering you to do some hard work?"

Zhou Gan touched his nose and shook his head helplessly. He didn't know what happened. When Zhang Fuzi came to Jingxianglou on the first day, he looked particularly disliked and used him everywhere. He did not care about it, but how could he give people a feeling of being bullied?

"You! Wash those bowls!" Zhang Fu said arrogantly, as if his face was flushed after drinking, pointed to the small hills next to him, looked at Zhou Gan disdainfully, turned his head to continue bragging to the dog legs around him: "I will follow the butler of the county prince's mansion to pay homage to the Changshui Prince. The county prince wore a flat crown and a mysterious dragon robe. As soon as he entered the door, a powerful heavenly power suppressed me. I quietly looked up and saw a four-clawed dragon hovering on the county prince. I was shocked at that time..."

‘Jiaolong?’ Zhou Gan patted the water and fire Qilin jade pendant on his waist, ‘Why didn’t I see it on that fat old man?’ Zhou Gan thought in wonder.

Back at Hu'er's mansion, Zhou Gan finished his homework and hesitated to look at the study room with light radiance. He thought of Xiaoyue's innocent eyes, and his eyes were firmer.

"Master, are you busy?"

"Hmm? The god is here!" Zhou Xun put a volume of immortal pass on the table and smiled and said, "Why don't you rest at night?"

"Master, I want to ask you something!" Zhou Gan told me about the thief Caixin that he had heard in the morning and said, "Master, I want to ask you to catch the thief!"

"Please beg me? You and my master and apprentice have known each other for a year. I will teach you martial arts and teach you literary skills. This is the first time you are asking me to do things!" Zhou Xun said with interest.

"Yes, the master, Miss Xiaoyue in Jingxiang Tower was killed by the thief Caixin and her body was thrown into the moat. Since I encountered this, I can't ignore it. The master told me that this is the chivalrous way of the people in the martial arts world!"

"Haha, go! Go!" Zhou Xun laughed, "I already know this."

The next day, as soon as Zhou Gan went out, two arrested officers and a gloomy middle-aged man were waiting outside the door. The older one bowed: "Young Master Zhou, I was ordered to bring the most experienced coroner in the entire fifteen provinces of Jiangnan overnight to help the adults solve the case!"

"Song Ci, I have met Young Master Zhou!" the gloomy middle-aged man said in a deep voice.

"But Song Ci, who wrote "Xiwenjue Record"?"

“That’s right!”

Zhou Gan was solemnly respectful. This is a real hero. He has solved the case for thirty years and has been solved. As soon as the "Record of the Injustice" was released, his Majesty was praised by His Majesty that there are no unjust, false and wrong cases in the world within 20 years. He did not expect why the master hired such a character.

"Senior Sword Immortal saved my life back then, and those who dig out their hearts and kill corpses were crazy. We are unavoidable!" Song Ci seemed to see Zhou Gan's doubts and explained.

The four of them came to the entrance of Yaer Lane on the Fourth Street of Wenlifang. They saw the originally energetic and optimistic and cheerful old man Wu sitting in front of the dilapidated door with a dull face, opening and closing his mouth, looking up at the visiting four people in a daze, as if they saw Zhou Gan familiar with each other, and said, "You are, you are..."

"Uncle Wu, you have seen me. I am Zhou Gan. In Jingxiang Building, I have bought candied haws for Xiaoyue!"

Old Man Wu looked painful and screamed, "Xiaoyue, Xiaoyue, what a cute child, my son and daughter are dead, and there is only such hope left. I still want to raise enough money to let her get married in a grand manner before death. God, you are unfair! Unfair!"

"It is not that the heaven and earth are unkind, but that the heaven and earth are in harmony. Moreover, this matter is not a natural disaster, but also a man-made disaster. We should investigate the murderer and punish him with legal principles!" Song Cizheng said.

The two captains also persuaded him. It was not until Song Ci's identity showed that Old Man Wu gritted his teeth and agreed to go over the tomb and verify the murderer.

Scattered open the grave soil and lifted the lid of the coffin. A foul smell came to the nose, and then the rotten unindividual corpse. There was a big hole in the heart. Song Ci wore black deer leather gloves and covered her with a mask. She looked solemnly and carefully investigated it. She even cut the internal organs with a knife, touched and pinched the black liver.

After a while, he whispered: "Isn't this right?"

"Mr. Song has any problem?" Zhou Gan asked.

"Zhou Shaoxia is a martial arts world. Have you ever heard of a claw technique that can take away a heart without hurting his life?"

Zhou Gan was horrified: "How is this possible? Even my master can't do this!"

"That's strange. According to my observation, the girl's fatal injury was not the heart, but the slap wound on the skull of the head. However, the murderer's technique was extremely mysterious. He did not crack his skull but shocked his brain. It was quite like the evil secret technique in the world, but it was even more powerful. But why did anyone live for an incense stick of time without intention?"

"I have seen the corpse soldiers of the Red Lotus Sect. Unless they cut off their heads, they will not hurt their lives no matter what trauma! Are these two related?"

Song Ci shook his head, "I have heard of this. The so-called Red Lotus Holy Soldier of the Red Lotus Sect evolved from the Xiangxi corpse-driven technique. He tempered his body with various poisons and became unhuman, but this Xiaoyue girl is an ordinary person."

The few people frowned and began to memorize, but Zhou Gan said, "Why don't we go to the place where Xiaoyue was killed to find clues!"

Everyone asked Old Man Wu for directions, and Zhou Gan comforted Old Man Wu a few more words, leaving some money, so he had to go on the road again to find out the clues.
Chapter completed!