The Great Detective of the Song Dynasty

  Fang Baiyu sneered coldly after Hualang finished speaking: "Anyone can talk big, don't sprain your tongue!"

  Seeing Fang Baiyu like this, Hua Lang smiled slightly: "Since Big Brother Fang thinks I'm bragging, then let me and Big Brother Fang have a contest to see who's better?"

  Hua Lang's tone was calm, as if he had already won, and Fang Baiyu saw Hua Lang like this, his heart suddenly became uneasy. He was a member of the three major families of the martial arts world, and if he really lost to Hua Lang today, how could he make a name for himself in the future?

  "Hmph, you want me to fight you? You're not even worthy. Anyone here can defeat you."

  Hualang is so clever, of course he knows that Fang Baiyu is afraid, but he doesn't want to find trouble with Fang Baiyu either. After all, Wen Yidao's matter still needs Fang Baiyu's help, if he makes Fang Baiyu lose face, will he still be willing to stay and help?

  Hualang smiled and said: "Since Brother Fang doesn't deign to compete with me, then please find someone else!"

  Everyone looked at each other, not wanting to come out and compete with Hua Lang. However, since they had already agreed to the competition, someone had to come out eventually. After some hesitation, one of the young heroes finally appeared. He was around twenty years old, with a sturdy build and dark skin. His arms were muscular, with bulging veins visible beneath his skin, indicating that he was an expert in external martial arts. Standing next to Hua Lang, he was half a head taller and more robust than him.

  Hualang saw that person and smiled faintly, saying: "Since this young hero is willing to compete with me, please sit on the chair."

  That man saw Hua Lang so confident, and for a moment he also hesitated. But if he were to flee in disarray, his own reputation would probably be ruined. He steeled himself, pulled over a chair and sat down.

  After that person sat down, the flower gentleman smiled and came forward, then used his own index finger to point at the forehead of that person, and laughed: "Please get up, young hero!"

  That man saw Hua Lang only use one finger to place on his own forehead, and he was suddenly overjoyed in his heart. He could hold up a tripod with his strength, how could he not stand up because of just one small finger?

  Thinking so, the young man suddenly exerted himself to stand up, but just as he was about to get up, he suddenly felt that his whole body's strength couldn't be gathered, and it was even hard for him to lift his butt off the chair.

  That young hero was somewhat disbelieving, so he tried several times, but couldn't get up from the chair. Finally, his face turned bright red, sweat dripping down, and he kept jumping up, but no matter how hard he struggled, he still couldn't get up from the chair. Meanwhile, Hua Lang still used one finger to press on his forehead, with an expression as calm as a cloudless sky, making people feel both astonished and terrified.

  After a long time, the young hero still couldn't get up, so he could only cup his hands and say: "I admit defeat!"

  A person who has already lost but refuses to admit defeat will only be laughed at even more.

  Hualang withdrew his index finger and cupped his hands to ask the crowd: "Now, are you willing to concede defeat? If not, we can have another round!"

  No one dared to compare anymore, they didn't want to lose face in front of this person, although they didn't know how Hua Lang did it, but they believed it was true, that young hero wouldn't collude with Hua Lang.

  All of this was seen by Wen Yidao, who also couldn't believe it. A scholar had only used one finger to make a Jianghu knight unable to get up from his chair - what kind of strength was this?

  Ke Hualang is a bookworm, where does he have such great strength? Is Ke Hualang a hidden mastermind?

  After such deliberation, I'm afraid this is probably the only reason that can make sense of it.

  No one spoke again. After a moment of silence, Wen Meng smiled and said: "Father, you won't object to me being with Hua Lang now, will you?"

  At this time, Wen Yidao had no reason to object anymore. He just felt a sense of discontent in his heart and thought it was necessary to test Hualang again. So he smiled faintly and said: "Father will naturally not oppose you being with Hualang anymore. Since Hualang has such abilities and our Wen Manor is currently suffering from disaster, why don't we let him stay in the manor to protect you?"

  Wen Meng listened to his father's words and quickly understood what he meant. If Hua Lang stayed in the mansion, it was only a matter of time before he would be exposed. But why did his father make the situation sound so dire? Wouldn't letting Hua Lang leave only lead to him being exposed even faster?

  Wen Meng glanced at Hua Lang, meaning to look at Hua Lang. If Hua Lang was willing to leave, then she would find a way to make him leave. Hua Lang naturally also understood Wen Meng's meaning, but if he left himself, wouldn't all the effort he had put in so far be wasted?

  Hualang smiled faintly and looked at Wen Yidao: "If Uncle Wen is in trouble, I will naturally stay. I want to share the ups and downs with the Wen family."

  At this time, those young heroes from Jiangnan also saw this and had nothing to say, so they stayed here to help Wen Yidao solve the problem.

  After everyone dispersed, Wen Meng and Hua Lang entered Wen Meng's room. The room was filled with a faint, delicate fragrance that made people feel very comfortable. After asking Hua Lang to sit down, Wen Meng smiled and said: "Thank you so much today! I really didn't expect it - as a scholar, you're actually so formidable, especially your skill of using just one finger to make someone unable to leave their seat."

  Wen Meng was so excited, and Hua Lang was also very excited. He smiled and said: "That's just a little trick, it doesn't count as real skill. My true skill is solving cases, I'll let you see it later."

  The two of them talked like this, and it seemed that the more they talked, the more they hit it off. In this conversation, Hualang also understood the general idea of the trouble he encountered at the Wen Mansion.

  Although I roughly understood, there was no clue at all, just a bit strange. Luo Tong was dropped off the cliff by Wen Yi Dao, since he didn't die, why did he have to wait for more than 20 years before coming to seek revenge?

  Now, Wen Yidao is no longer the young man who first entered the Jianghu. It's even harder to kill him now. Luo Tongshe easily gives up on difficult things, it's really hard for people to understand.

  After Hua Lang finished expressing his own analysis, Wen Meng still couldn't understand and could only let it go.

  When the evening came, the servants in the mansion prepared a room for Hualang next to Wen Meng's. As they were not yet married, it was not proper for them to live together. Since Wen Meng and Hualang were just pretending to be lovers, they really couldn't live together either.

  Wen Yidao wanted Flower Lad to leave his daughter alone, so he would even less let them live together.

  After such a toss, Hualang lay down next to Wen Meng's room, but after lying down, he couldn't sleep. This was not because he recognized the bed, but because he felt that something was strange about the Wen family situation, as if there was some kind of conspiracy.

  Hualang had been investigating cases for many years and was already all too familiar with conspiracies, but it was precisely this that gave him an almost sixth sense of foresight about them.

  What is the conspiracy of Kewanfu and what is its purpose?