Ajie did not return to Chang'an immediately.

That day, he lay on the grass in the inner courtyard of Beitian Almshouse for a long time, singing the nursery rhyme "Osmanthus Blossom Girl" in his mouth for a long time.

Then he stayed in Beitian Alms Home for two more days, living with other disabled, old and young people in the alms home.

Ajie's wound was better and was bandaged by the monks who were in charge of him when he was found. They all thought that he was a poor person who came to the temple to seek shelter, just like other patients in Beitian Alms Home.

Ajie did not explain.

Like other disabled people in the hospital who were originally going to live on the streets, he had two meals a day, washed and dried his quilt as much as he could in the morning, cleaned the hospital, and basked in the sun in the afternoon.

The pace of life in the almshouse is very slow.

He even forgot that he was a swordsman.

On a sunny day, Ajie silently went down the mountain again, and at the outermost edge of the crowd on Luming Street, she witnessed the county-wide public trial held by the young county magistrate.

Ajie saw the generous words of the young county magistrate who once saved his life.

I also saw the scene where Liu Ziwen cunningly poisoned him and silenced him in court.

I also saw a crowd of common people rushing out of the felt hat man and almost stabbing Liu Ziwen to death.

Ajie saw all this.

In the next few days, he would clean the Beitian Nursing Home in the morning, knit a kite for his childhood sweethearts who were disabled and deaf-mute, and come back on time in the evening.

During the rest of the day, Ajie walked around the streets and alleys of this small town on Jiangnan Road.

He also silently witnessed the process of the Longcheng County government and the people working together to dismantle the Liu family's power and property bit by bit after the public trial was successful and the Liu family was sanctioned.

The entire county, streets and alleys, teahouses, restaurants, and people in the streets, are all filled with some kind of joy.

Ajie even heard no less than three nursery rhymes celebrating the Liu family's misfortune, sung among the children in the city's streets and disaster relief camps outside the city.

He later heard someone say that Liu Ziwen was still alive and had barely survived the assassination in the street.

Ajie was silent for two days, then gave the knitted butterfly kite to the disabled childhood sweethearts and left the Beitian Nursing Home without saying goodbye.

In fact, there were not many people who needed to say goodbye, because not many people knew him. There were many disabled people like him in Beitian Nursing Home.

Before leaving, Ajie quietly gave back two bottles of wine to the steward named Xiu Du - he had taken several bottles away to drink alone under the moonlight.

Ajie chose a moonlit night to leave Donglin Temple and go home.

After coming down from the mountain, he took a trip to the city, asked Liu Ziwen for something, and then gave him something back.

The evening wind howled outside.

It was pitch dark inside the house.

After a sudden burst of snow-white moonlight, there was no sound of breathing in the room.

It was quiet for a while.

Ajie lifted a dead head with two fingers, walked to the table, and placed it on the table.

He hesitated for a moment.

Silently he unhooked the sword from his waist.

Ajie went out and easily bypassed the guards guarding the yard.

He jumped onto a roof and ran towards the direction of the turbulent river in the distance.

The one-armed swordsman from Chang'an is missing a moon goddess from his waist and has a bright moon on his head.

…

When he learned of Liu Ziwen's death, Ouyang Rong was near a water monument in the upper reaches of Butterfly Creek, observing the pessimistic rising water trend in Yunmengze.

"What? Beheaded?"

Ouyang Rong was stunned, put down his rolled-up sleeves, and hurried back to the county town by boat with Xie Lingjiang.

Together with his junior sister, he stood in the room of the official residence that he had visited once yesterday.

Doors and windows are open.

Yan Liulang was leading the detectives to check for clues in the house.

"What is this? Why is there an extra sword?"

Ouyang Rong raised his sleeves, covered his mouth and nose, then stretched out his hand to point to a long sword lying quietly next to the rotting head on the table, and asked curiously.

"Reporting to the Ming Dynasty, when the clerk who delivered the meal in the morning came in and found the person dead, the scene was like this. No one moved." A policeman said with his hands in hand.

Ouyang Rong nodded and looked at the two objects on the table curiously.

Xie Lingjiang walked forward without covering his nose. He bent slightly and took a look at the head. The rather familiar face of Liu Ziwen had a look of shock, as if he was frozen in death.

the moment before.

Xie Lingjiang turned around and looked at the headless body on the bed, and said directly:

"Senior Brother, the perpetrator is left-handed. If the murder weapon is this long sword, it can cleanly cut off other people's heads in such a narrow space as the bed. This is not something that ordinary martial arts practitioners can do. Visual inspection has spiritual energy.

Cultivation level, at least eighth level."

She reached out and grabbed the long sword again, and with a "clang" sound, the sword was unsheathed.

The room seemed to be a third brighter.

"Huh."

Xie Lingjiang couldn't help but look at it twice. He held the sword horizontally and placed it outside the door in the sunlight to look at it. He whispered:

"The color is like the moonlight, the color is like the dew...the stars are flowing, and the beauty is all over the place."

"Good sword."

She raised her head and said:

"Not to mention the Jianghu in Tiannan, even in the ten rivers and lakes in the north and south, this is a good sword that even top-grade sword cultivators covet. It is of extremely high quality."

Xie Lingjiang was amazed, and turned back to Ouyang Rong with a puzzled look on his face:

"I wouldn't be too surprised if it appeared in Yunmeng Jianze next door, but now it appears at the murder scene, still next to Liu Ziwen's head. What did the perpetrator want to do? What is his purpose?"

Ouyang Rong raised his eyebrows when he heard this.

At present, the Liu family is being tried in public and has become notorious. In the past few days, he and the Longcheng County government have jointly dismembered her.

As the saying goes, when a wall falls and everyone pushes against it, enemies from all walks of life come to seek revenge. Ouyang Rong was not surprised, but he just felt a little helpless.

After all, although he only planned to pass through this world in a hurry without going too deep, the extraordinary power of the Qi Practitioner still left him speechless.

Xia used force to disrupt the ban, right? But why did the chaos reach the small county town of Longcheng County?

Moreover, what the hell is this situation like exploding gold coins and exploding top-notch equipment?

Ouyang Rong suddenly stretched out his hand and asked Jiang to sheath the sword obediently and hand it to his senior brother.

Ouyang Rong did not draw his sword, but looked at the scabbard and hilt, and suddenly seemed to see a certain engraving somewhere on the scabbard.

It vaguely seems to be the character "Wu".

"uh-huh."

He snorted softly, turned around and waved, summoning his men on the side.

Nowadays, almost all swords produced by well-known sword shops or sword furnaces have special engravings, which can be regarded as a kind of craftsman inheritance or a mark of anti-counterfeiting.

Ouyang Rong asked the county government to invite experienced and discerning old craftsmen to inspect this strange sword with exposed equipment.

The old craftsman raised his hands and said respectfully:

"Sir, look at the engravings on the scabbard. This sword should have come from the ancient Yue sword shop. However, this kind of engraving is very old and has long been eliminated by the sword furnace craftsmen on the west coast of Butterfly.

"Since the Liu family rebuilt the sword shop in Longcheng, the newly cast swords have been newly chiselled. However, this sword looks brand new and is in good condition. And look at the sword tassel, it is a sword from the ancient Yue sword shop.

Sui Gongfang...

"This is a new sword. I don't know which furnace it came from in the ancient Yue sword shop."

After the old craftsman reported the matter, he was taken down.

Ouyang Rong lowered his eyes to observe the sword, then turned to look at Xie Lingjiang.

It’s Guyue Sword Shop again.

Ouyang Rong looked out the window in silence, toward the west bank of Butterfly Creek.

This time, taking advantage of the public trial, the Liu family was dismembered. From the perspective of the people of Longcheng County, the Liu family was no different from the broken family.

The Longcheng Liu family's properties and fertile land in the county, except for Guyue Sword Shop, were all handed over, and they will no longer cause any blood-sucking effects on Longcheng County.

But the Guyue Sword Shop that was left alone was still in the hands of the two brothers Liu Zian and Liu Zilin.

Previously, Ouyang Rong only said that he was not in a hurry and felt that there was not much threat.

But now it seems...

Ouyang Rong suddenly turned his head and said:
To be continued...