sinovels Chapter 34 The sect has made a decision; you will investigate this case.
Chapter 34 The sect has made a decision; you will investigate this case.
"With your left hand?" Wu Cheng asked, puzzled.
Dugu Moli didn't speak, she just looked at him quietly.
Wu Chengxin said, "That's impressive."
He was indeed left-handed before he time-traveled, but he was corrected when he was a child, and since then he has used his right hand to hold chopsticks and pens.
But whether he's playing table tennis or badminton, or playing soccer or basketball, he still prefers to use his left hand, and his left hand is even better at generating power than his right.
After transmigrating, he lived in a daze for sixteen years, so naturally no one cared whether a fool was left-handed or not.
Over the past sixteen years, he had long since become accustomed to using his right hand as his dominant hand, so he naturally chose to hold the sword with his right hand as well.
After all, his first enlightenment came from Qingque and Meigensheng, who used their right hands, so naturally he used his right hand as well.
He never considered whether he could wield a sword with his left hand.
Wu Cheng drew the wooden sword and switched it to his left hand, but paused slightly.
Why does it feel a bit rough to hold?
The position of the thumb was also a bit off, and for a moment the thumb couldn't even find a suitable place to land.
He switched to his right hand, and this time it felt much better.
and many more!
Wu Cheng suddenly looked up and handed the wooden sword to Qingque, "Sister Qingque, try it out and see if it fits your hand."
After taking the sword, Qingque brandished it, then shook her head, "It doesn't fit."
Then she handed it to Dugu Moli, saying, "Master."
Dugu Moli took the wooden sword, examined it for a moment, and then returned it to Wu Cheng, saying, "Exclusive."
Wu Cheng's eyes widened. "Uncle-Master, do you mean this sword was made especially for me?"
Dugu Moli nodded, then raised her hand and beckoned. A long sword with a cold light stuck in the sword pool trembled slightly, and then flew into her hand in an instant.
"A flying sword?!"
Wu Cheng's eyes widened immediately. "Uncle-Master! Can you teach me this?!"
Flying swords! So cool! That's what he practiced swordsmanship for!
Dugu Moli nodded first, then shook her head, and then uttered two words, "Innate".
Following the guess, Wu Cheng asked, "Is this a technique that can only be mastered after reaching the Innate Realm?"
Dugu Moli nodded.
"Then it seems this disciple must continue to work hard." Wu Cheng chuckled and brushed off the topic, but inwardly he was secretly on guard.
Everything has been going smoothly since I left Longmen Ferry, so it seems I can relax a bit.
He had thought that this world was strong enough to condense sword energy, and that the innate level could only achieve the level of sword energy leaving the body. But now it seemed that the strength of this world needed to be reassessed.
Dugu Moli handed the sword to Wu Cheng, "Practice it."
Wu Cheng took it and then began to exert his true energy according to the method he had figured out the night before.
Turn sideways to gather strength, rotate your wrist inward, and let the sword move in a slanted arc.
The first time was a bit stiff, but when I did it a second time, the slicing, stabbing, and chopping were all as smooth as Dove chocolate.
Wu Cheng stopped what he was doing and looked at his hands.
It took me a whole night to achieve smooth and fluid movements and power, but my left hand mastered it in less than the time it takes to drink a cup of tea!
He looked up at Dugu Moli.
The hair of this martial aunt, who looked to be only a teenager, was still dripping wet. The front of her cloth robe was soaked with water droplets from her hair, and her smooth, white breasts were faintly visible underneath. But she was completely unaware of it, and the water continued to fall into his left hand.
Then she waved her hand and a sword sheath flew over, which she handed to Wu Cheng, saying, "Here, this is for you."
After receiving the scabbard, Wu Cheng sheathed the sword and then bowed solemnly, saying, "Thank you for your guidance, Uncle-Master."
Just as he was about to ask for more advice, Bai Suying rushed over.
"Senior sister?"
Bai Suying nodded slightly with a serious expression, then said, "Something has happened, Uncle-Master. Master wants to see you in the main hall."
Then she glanced at Wu Cheng and Qing Que, "You two come along too."
Wu Cheng asked curiously, "But what happened?"
Bai Suying shook her head slightly, "We'll talk about it when we get there."
After Qingque led Dugu Moli back to the thatched hut to change into formal clothes, the four of them headed to the main hall of Yuhuang Peak.
At this moment, only Gong Yuqing and Elder Su Xiu, who had been passing on his skills, were in the main hall.
Meanwhile, Gong Yuqing, dressed in purple, was sitting slouching in a grand chair, raising her hand to press her furrowed brows.
Seeing the group enter, she waved her hand, dismissing the formalities.
After everyone was seated, she said, "Senior Sister Su, tell them what happened."
Su Xiu then said, "Outer sect disciple Yuan Congwen was found dead in the outer sect west courtyard disciple's room at Chenshi (7-9 AM) today."
Seeing the puzzled looks on their faces, she continued to explain, "The murder weapon is right here; it's a hundred-refined black iron sword."
Wu Cheng cupped his hands in greeting, "Uncle-Master, does this mean we've identified the culprit?"
Su Xiu nodded. "The person sharing a room with Yuan Congwen is Xue Jianren, a disciple of the Sword Pavilion. The Hundred-Refined Black Iron Sword was also bestowed upon his father, Xue Baichuan, by the emperor. When Xue Baichuan sent Xue Jianren to the Wentian Sect to study under a master, he also gave him this sword and brought it with him to the Wentian Sect. Now Xue Jianren has been captured and is being held in the back room of the Discipline Hall."
Gong Yuqing continued, "Xue Baichuan is the garrison commander of Hulao Pass, commanding 20,000 border troops to defend against the northern barbarians. If this matter is not handled properly, it will cause a series of troubles."
Wu Cheng seemed to be deep in thought. "Master, could it be that Yuan Congwen also comes from an extraordinary family?"
"That's how it is." Gong Yuqing clicked her tongue. "Yuan Congwen's father is Yuan Hao, the magistrate of Luoyang. He and Xue Baichuan, one a civil official and the other a military commander, checked each other. But now Xue Baichuan's son has killed Yuan Congwen's son... This is really troublesome."
Bai Suyi lowered her voice to explain to Wu Cheng, "Strictly speaking, the outer disciples are not members of the Wentian Sect. They are recruited from illegitimate sons of powerful and wealthy families and scions of local aristocratic families. They are given a title and pay a large sum of money to the sect every year. Uncle Su is responsible for teaching them some basic Wentian Sect techniques for strengthening the body."
"It's common for outer disciples to scheme against each other, but it rarely results in death because none of them can afford to take the blame. So our sect usually turns a blind eye to it, but we never expected that someone would die this time."
Wu Cheng nodded and continued, "But in my opinion, Xue Jianren is probably not the murderer."
"Oh?" Gong Yuqing's beautiful eyes were half-open. "You saw him today?"
"Yes, I saw him once when I went to Jiange this morning. Judging from the time, it was almost Chenshi (7-9 AM)."
Wu Cheng briefly recounted the incident of Xue Jianren blocking the road and challenging him to a sword duel that morning. "The sword he was holding should have been the standard longsword of the Sword Pavilion. It was also cut in half by a disciple. My senior sister saw it too."
Bai Suying nodded in agreement, "That's right, it's true."
"Hmph...it would be better if he were the murderer." Gong Yuqing snorted inwardly.
This makes things even more complicated.
Bai Suying suddenly said, "Master, my two senior uncles, I have a suggestion. How about we entrust this matter to my junior brother to investigate?"
She tried to recall, but she didn't have much of an impression of it.
In her previous life, she focused solely on swordsmanship and paid little attention to anything unrelated to Wu Cheng.
If she doesn't remember it, it means it's not a big deal. So why not let Wu Cheng practice his skills and build up his prestige?
This will be helpful in the future, whether it's letting my junior brother take over the Wentian Sect or returning to Lin'an to vie for the throne.
Su Xiu glanced at Wu Cheng without saying a word.
Dugu Moli remains a nobody.
Gong Yuqing rested her chin on her hand as she looked at Wu Cheng. "Xiao Cheng, did you work in Lin'an or the capital city before?"
Wu Cheng shook his head. "No."
A smile appeared in Gong Yuqing's eyes. "How about we do it once?"
Wu Cheng cupped his hands in a respectful gesture, "It should be fine."