Deliveryman of the Heaven

Weiqing caressed his boiling hot face.    

Ever since Weiqing took Zuo Ci as his master, Zuo Ci had been a great treasure to him, so even his words were very gentle. But now, that old man had so angrily slapped him, it was definitely something that he had done very wrong. But Weiqing was completely confused, didn't he seem to have done anything too excessive?    

"Half Immortal Xian has been killed!" Zuo Ci was about to spurt fire from his eyes.    

This news was like a bolt from the blue, causing Weiqing to be stunned on the spot. What exactly happened?    

"Little friend." Do you really want me to die? "    

When they left the idling place, the words of Half Immortal Xian lingered in Weiqing's ears, along with a long sigh …    

At that time, Weiqing did not think too much into it, he only felt that the Half Immortal Xian was able to see through a person's secret, this kind of person was too terrifying! If she wanted him to die, it would just be a complaint in his heart. After all, he had no enmity with Half Immortal, so how could he curse him to die?    

But now that Half Immortal Xian was really dead, the more Weiqing thought about it, the more he felt that something was wrong!    

He felt that the death of Half Immortal Xian was related to the curse in his heart, if not, why would the Half Immortal Xian sigh weirdly, as if Weiqing had the final say in his life and death?    

Could it be that there was someone else in the house?    

This was impossible!    

Weiqing was not strong enough, if he could not detect the other people in the shadows, then it was impossible for Zuo Ci and Wugong Wenzhi to not be able to detect his cultivation!    

But why was Half Immortal Xian killed?    

Actually, whether Half Immortal Xian lived or died had nothing to do with Weiqing. After all, the two of them were not that familiar with each other. But the situation now was that Half Immortal Xian had invited Weiqing and the other two to an idle place, and then Weiqing was the last to leave, and Half Immortal Xian had died. In the eyes of others, they would not believe that Weiqing had nothing to do with it.    

"Let's go back and take a look!"    

Weiqing took a deep breath, the more he thought about it, the more he felt that something was amiss, so he immediately turned and left!    

When they returned to the residential quarters, there were no signs of disarray on the gate and the yard. It was still the same as before. However, when he stood in the yard, he could smell the scent of blood coming from the main house. The main house's door was open. As Weiqing walked, he asked: "That red-clothed little boy is also dead?"    

Zuo Ci said indifferently: "Missing!"    

Weiqing's eyelids jumped. Half Immortal Xian had been killed, but his personal child had actually gone missing. This was too strange!    

After all, the boy was only seven or eight years old, and he was dumb at that. If someone wanted to kill Half Immortal Xian, he wouldn't leave the boy in red behind. Was the boy the murderer?    

After entering the main building, the room was still neat and tidy, without any signs of a fight.    

"There are two cups here. The water in the cups has not been touched?" Weiqing's gaze landed on the two necks on the table. He touched the cup and found that it was already completely cold, then his gaze landed on Half Immortal Xian's seat. He said, "Could it be that the culprit is someone familiar to Half Immortal Xian, that the two of them once sat here drinking tea?"    

Zuo Ci gave an indifferent hint and said: "Not a single cup of tea has been touched!"    

Weiqing asked doubtfully: "What's the difference?"    

Zuo Ci rolled his eyes at him, and said indifferently: "Think back to the scene of when we met Half Immortal Xian."    

"Are you saying that Half Immortal Xian is someone who likes to drink tea?" Weiqing asked.    

Zuo Ci slowly nodded his head: "You brat, your judgement is still too bad. When the three of us first entered, the red-clothed little boy poured hot tea for us, and then, after the half immortal woman finished showing us the hot tea, he sat down. Then I came out of the room with him, and before I left I saw him throw the towel on the table and take another sip of tea before he went in? "    

"Mm, it's like this."    

A look of admiration appeared on Weiqing's face. This master's eyesight and judgement were far too meticulous!    

Therefore, Half Immortal Xian has a habit. He has probably maintained this habit for decades, and it has become a habit on his part." He was a fortune-teller. He liked to drink a cup of tea and probably didn't even notice the detail. This means that this guest did not come to find Half Immortal Xian to tell his fortune, so Half Immortal Xian did not touch his own tea cup. Furthermore, this person is a person that Half Immortal Xian fears, so his master is actually much more reserved in front of the guests, so neither of their tea cups were touched!    

Zuo Ci brought Weiqing into the fortune-telling room, smiled slightly and said: "When you entered, did you observe anything abnormal?"    

"None …" Weiqing shook his head first, but very quickly his gaze landed on the black Maitreya Buddha by the window. He frowned and said, "If there's really something strange, I think there's something wrong with this Maitreya Buddha. When I was at Nanhua Temple, I saw a lot of Buddha statues, either red or gold, black is the first time I saw one!"    

Zuo Ci shook his head and laughed: "This Buddha statue is indeed a little special, but there isn't much of a problem, it is only a buddhist tablet used to protect one's life!"    

"Then what is the real problem?" Sweeping a glance at the room, his gaze fell upon the incense burner that had already been burnt out in the corner. He probed, "Is there a problem with burning incense?"    

Zuo Ci shook his head: "The smell of this incense is indeed a bit special, but it's used to refresh the mind. Hehe, Half Immortal Xian is truly a capable person, he has played tricks on the Xianyang City for dozens of years, and he would never do such low-class tricks. The real secret lies in that longevity bamboo pot! "    

"Is there a problem with the Longevity Bamboo?" "I remember that there are quite a few of these bamboos in Young Master's courtyard, right?" Weiqing said.    

Zuo Ci shook his head, and said: "You asked three questions, is it related to you?"    

Weiqing nodded.    

Zuo Ci laughed: "Then you definitely know the answer to the question?"    

Weiqing replied matter-of-factly, "Of course I know the answer to the question. Otherwise, how would I know if Half Immortal Xian's words are correct!"    

Zuo Ci slowly nodded, and laughed: "This is the place where Half Immortal Xian is omnipotent! I asked three questions, one is related to Zhao Tomb, one is related to me, and the other is related to you. Half Immortal Xian answered two things right, and the only thing that he can't answer is your question! "    

Weiqing asked curiously: "What problem?!"    

Zuo Ci chuckled: "I'm asking him, what's the name of my Disciple's adoptive father?"    

"How is this possible? How could he not even know such a simple matter?"    

"If he doesn't even know such simple sub-questions, then how could Half Immortal Xian hit the mark on all three of our questions?"    

Weiqing felt that this was too unbelievable!    

Aside from the second question about his own brother, which was a little out of standard, the other two questions, concerning Weiqing's profession, and the reason why Weiqing came to Xianyang City, only Weiqing knew that. These two were the deepest secrets in Weiqing's heart, and even half a deity would be able to figure it out if he was free!    

With regards to the name of Weiqing's foster father, Half Immortal Xian, could actually not count it out?