Sincere Heart in Jianghu

The next day, Yang Ming came to see Wu Xin, "Brother, take a rest, let us exchange a few words!"

Wu Xin nodded, "I also have something to tell you, this matter is a little strange, Senior Zhao's body is slightly poisoned, and it is an extremely weak poison, it is impossible to discover it in a short period of time, and his stomach has already started to fester, this is the result of a long term, it should take at least a year or so."

Yang Ming nodded his head, "These people's goal is to consume his internal energy and martial arts, and only made a move, they must be afraid of his martial arts, and that's why they have such intentions!"

"It's just that the origin of this poison and the cause of it's stomachache still needs further analysis. In two days, I will definitely give you a complete answer!" Wu Xin lifted her head.

"Alright, I also found some broken pieces of clothing over there. Maybe there was a fight there, maybe that's where the real first scene was!"

"Alright, since we have made progress, we will continue to work hard. After we have investigated this matter thoroughly, there will be hope for the great vengeance against Aunt Ling'er. Big brother Yang, you have to work hard too!"

Yang Ming stepped forward and hugged Wu Xin tightly, "Good brother, to be able to recognize you, is truly a blessing for me, Yang Ming, in life!"

Wu Xin laughed heartily and said, "Brother and I don't say such polite words. Just accompany me to have a good drink when things are settled!"

Yang Ming bade farewell to Wu Xin, and waited for the disciples to come back to report. He then walked around the rattan garden, and when he reached the place yesterday, he once again bent down and observed carefully.

He looked at the ground and his heart filled with joy. It was practically impossible for the ground to be uneven, and Zhao Zhouwu would usually walk around rattan garden with his wife to prevent her from slipping and falling.

Could it be that someone was competing with their inner strength here, causing their body to sink down, causing the ground to sink down?

If this really was the first scene, then the fabric would become the most crucial clue. If that fabric was an ordinary object, then no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't find the bottom line of that person.

He could only hope that the tiny bit of information would give him a clear direction.

Wu Xin examined the corpses many times, and he was almost certain that the servants and wives were all injured by someone using inner force, and died in one hit. On the other hand, Zhao Zhouwu had used up all his inner force and died, without any traces of injury on his body.

Even though the poison in his body was abnormal, he was still familiar with it. The festering of his stomach was most likely caused by the poison in his body.

Wu Xin suddenly thought of something and looked carefully at his stomach. This rot was the most recent event and the rest of the corpses did not have this phenomenon. If this was the recent event, then what was the reason for it?

These questions troubled him, so he breathed out towards the sky. The more challenging something was, the more interested Wu Xin would be.

Now the most important question is why his stomach is slowly rotting inside his body while the others are not abnormal. What is the reason for this? And what was the poison in Zhao Zhouwu's body?

He sat down next to the corpses with a focused expression. After a while, he went up to look at one and then the other, closing his eyes and thinking deeply for a moment. From time to time, he would move his hand again.

On the third day, Yang Ming received some news, it turned out that the cloth was a high grade item, only the officials in charge of the capital could wear it, it was a tribute! The annual tribute is limited, so very few people can wear it.

Yang Ming could not help but nod his head, this matter was indeed related to the imperial government.

The disciple wrote down the details of the cloth onto a piece of paper and passed both hands to Yang Ming.

"Very well, you guys are getting more and more assured. I, Qingcheng, am truly fortunate to have you capable disciples. Once this matter is settled, I will report this matter to my eldest senior brother when we return to Qingcheng. I will remember this achievement for all of you!"

"Sixth Senior Brother is too kind, this is a big matter of our Qingcheng city, your hatred is the hatred of our Qingcheng city, if we do not avenge this, the disciples of our Qingcheng city will not be able to lift up their heads. As long as we find this person, I believe that the Sect Leader will not let him off even if he were to give his all!"

What the disciple said actually comforted Yang Ming. So it turned out that everyone in Qingcheng loved and protected him so much.

"You can leave first. I won't speak of brotherly feelings anymore!" He stepped forward and gave the disciple a hug.

Yang Ming looked at the piece of paper that the disciple handed to him. Every word on it caused him to slowly ponder, hoping to find out the disciple's true identity from these words.

He quietly sat down and held the piece of paper. He could almost memorize every single word on it. He closed his eyes and started to ponder as various ideas kept appearing in his mind.

When the results from Wu Xin's side came out, he would definitely synthesize them. He had to investigate every possibility and would not let any of them go.

On this day, Yang Ming furrowed his brows and thought.

Wu Xin did the same thing, sitting and thinking for a while. She would stand up again, sometimes hugging her head as she thought, and sometimes walking around. She would even mutter some incantations, completely blending into her thoughts.

It was late in the night, and the two were still thinking about their own matters. The moonlight from outside the window shone down onto their expressions, making their solemn faces seem even more grim.

The wind blew harder, but they were still not sleepy. From time to time, they would take out a pen and write something down. Wu Xin, on the other hand, would take out a few books from her bag from time to time.

Yang Ming felt that he was getting closer to the truth of the matter. It turned out that there was still a survivor in rattan garden that day, and because he had matters to attend to with his family, he requested for Zhao Zhouwu to leave for his hometown. This trip would be for a few months, and on the day he returned, he would be discovered by the few Cyan City disciples, who brought him here.

This person might be able to provide some reliable clues, or he might be able to help him open up some ideas.

Yang Ming got someone to bring him here, they were afraid that he was lying, and wanted to probe a bit, "Are you really from the rattan garden, and did you just return today?"

"I am a distant relative of Steward Zhao, and was lucky enough to survive after he took me in. A while ago, my ancestor's tomb had to move, so I went back, only because I was on a long journey and was met with a flood when I arrived there did I manage to resolve the matter and return immediately. I didn't expect that such a huge change would take place here."

Yang Ming nodded, "Do you know who I am?"