Chapter 851 — Rustic Rabble Harbor Treasonous Designs
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The blind old man raised his head and laughed. "Brother, you just said you found a sword mark on the walls of the Daoist sect, one that differs from their sword technique — isn't that tipping people off? I don't know what you're investigating, but by telling others what you mean to look into, if Shen'er is the killer, he'll surely change his sword technique. " Qu He's gaze settled on him, and he said unhurriedly, "How do you know I didn't say it on purpose for him to hear?
" The blind old man was briefly taken aback.
With his hands clasped behind his back, Qu He smiled.
"If he has any connection to this case, then when he employs his sword technique he'll deliberately conceal his true style. Whether he conceals it or not, I'll know at a glance. And even if he does conceal it, in the fine grain that composes the technique, in the tiny runes formed by his vital essence, he'll leave traces. " A chill ran through Shen Mu's heart.
Qu He continued, "If he's involved in this case, the moment he unleashes a sword move, it cannot escape my eyes.
If he's not involved, then he has nothing to hide. In the Heavenly Court's Divine Constabulary, I am renowned as the Holy Pupil — petty tricks are no use against me. " The blind old man said with a smile, "What a coincidence — I'm a Holy Pupil too.
Those who know me call me the Blind Old Man, though I'm no constable. I once knew a great monk who was a constable before.
" "A Holy Pupil of the lower realm, called the Blind Old Man?
" Qu He could not help laughing, and chuckled, "The people of the lower realm are truly amusing. If the fastest runner among you were called the Crippled Old Man, wouldn't that be something?
" The blind old man clapped his hands in admiration and laughed heartily. "When you said earlier that you were a divine constable of the Heavenly Court, I didn't believe it — but you do have some powers after all! That's right, the fastest runner in Jingping is indeed the Crippled Old Man. Not only that, in a backwater like ours, the one with the best butcher's knife-work is called Heaven Blade, and the prettiest is called Old Dame Si. The best blacksmith is the Silent Craftsman, who is also the loudest curser. The best painter is the Deaf Old Man; the most handsome man is the Faceless Alchemist; but the best swordsman of all is our village head, who originally had no limbs, having been whittled down to a stick. " Qu He laughed heartily.
"Truly a pack of eccentrics. The people of the lower realm are quite amusing — you gods of the lower realm don't seem like lofty deities at all, but more like jesters putting on a show.
" The blind old man sighed. "Indeed. We bumpkins of the lower realm cannot compare to the lords of the Heavenly Court, so we can only pass the days with tricks, selling our skills for a bit of coin.
To be honest, I often read fortunes for people, parading through the streets with a banner on my shoulder — they all say my readings are accurate. " Qu He admired him sincerely. "Remarkable people often harbor remarkable ambitions. With all your abilities, you are content to be ordinary — were it me, I would have no such forbearance.
With my powers, I would certainly rebel; I would certainly set myself up as king of some mountain; I would certainly burn, kill, and plunder; I would certainly make myself a local emperor. " The blind old man beamed. "We wouldn't dare! We are all law-abiding subjects; we would never dare rebel. We folk only occasionally kill a few of the blind fools who come down from the Heavenly Court — say, we take a swipe at the High Heavens, at the ones in Youdu called Lu Li and Xuan Ming, at the Yin Son of Heaven, and the like.
Lord Divine Constable, rebellion we would never dare; only robbing you lords can we scrape a living.
" Qu He's face was wreathed in smiles as he clapped his hands in praise. "Excellent! Truly excellent!
" The blind old man beamed.
"Always excellent.