Author: Xi Yumu

A magical parchment scroll!

What is unexpected is that the ordinary-looking parchment actually presents different scenes in the eyes of different people.

When Xiaolan looked at it, she saw a lifelike sword dance inside, which made her fascinated. But when Ling Changfeng looked at it, there was nothing inside.

When Xiaolan woke up from her obsession, she saw Ling Changfeng staring at the parchment scroll in her hand with great curiosity, and asked: "Master, don't you see the woman in this scroll?" After that,

He handed the parchment scroll to Ling Changfeng.

Ling Changfeng held it in his hand, turned it left and right, and made a "tsk tsk" sound in his mouth. Apparently he couldn't figure out the reason for its material.

Shaking his head slightly, he handed the parchment to Xiaolan again and said: "Xiaolan, this parchment is so magical! I didn't see anything on it. It seems that Senior Qinglian really gave you a big gift. Why?

So, what did you gain after reading it?"

Xiaolan took the parchment, sighed, and said: "There are some profound and unpredictable sword moves in it. I couldn't understand them at the moment. I'm afraid I will have to read them in detail in the future."

While the two of them were still discussing the magical parchment in the carriage, they heard a voice coming from outside the carriage: "Master Ling, Wujiazhuang has arrived."

After Xiaolan put away the parchment, Ling Changfeng led Xiaolan out of the carriage.

The carriage stopped under an archway with the words "Wujiazhuang" written on it. Although it was an archway, it was only made of two wooden piles and one plank.

Ling Changfeng looked into the village. Some low thatched huts and earthen houses were sparsely located here. There was a tall jujube tree in the distance, which was very conspicuous. It must be where the peasant woman's house was.

After thanking the coachman, Ling Changfeng reached out and handed him some broken silver and asked him to wait here for his return journey.

After straightening her clothes, she took Xiaolan and walked toward the jujube tree.

The idle people in the village saw Ling Changfeng and his two men walking into the village. They saw that they were dressed in luxurious clothes. They were obviously not ordinary people. Some sharp-eyed people suddenly whispered: "Did you see that the clothes of those two people are of the best quality?"

The silk and satin must be from a wealthy family."

When Ling Changfeng saw the villagers looking at him, he felt something in his heart. He bowed his hands and asked loudly: "Dear fellow villagers, I am passing by here. I have something important to ask the village of Wujiazhuang. Who is the village chief?"

When the villagers saw that he was looking for the village chief, they looked at each other and didn't dare to talk to him for a while.

Seeing that no one responded, Ling Changfeng raised his hand and took out some broken silver and said: "Whoever takes me to find the village chief, these money will be considered as hard work!"

The originally silent crowd suddenly broke into commotion. Seeing Ling Changfeng's generosity, a group of people hurriedly stepped forward and shouted: "I know! I know!"

"Just you! Take me to the village chief." Ling Changfeng pointed at a middle-aged man who was rushing ahead.

When everyone saw this, they didn't fight over it. They just said: "Wu Laoqi, you are really lucky! Don't let everyone go to your house to drink some wine later."

The middle-aged man named Wu Laoqi nodded to everyone, took the money thrown by Ling Changfeng, bowed his hands and saluted, and said: "I have seen this young master, my name is Wu Qi, and he is the seventh in the family.

, Young Master, just call me Wu Laoqi."

Ling Changfeng nodded and said, "Where is the mayor of your village? Take me there."

Wu Laoqi nodded, half-hunched over, and led the two of them toward the center of the village, leaving behind a group of envious villagers.

"Wu Laoqi, has there been a recent incident in your village where a monk defiled a common girl?" Ling Changfeng asked softly.

"Back to the young master, you are talking about Wu Ming's mother-in-law. What happened was that ten days ago, that bald donkey was so bold that he dared to do this in broad daylight. Fortunately, we went there in time and let that

The bald donkey failed." Wu Laoqi looked angry.

"Oh? From what you said, were you also present at the time?" Ling Changfeng asked again.

"At that time, a monk came over and said that someone was doing evil things here, and then led us there. Unexpectedly, the person who was doing evil things was also a monk. When we arrived, he was about to put Wuming's mother-in-law into bed.

."

"Alas, this shitty world is getting more and more difficult. Master, tell me, this monk is too impatient." Wu Laoqi not only told the story of that day, but also sighed at the end.

Ling Changfeng nodded and said: "Hurry? Wu Laoqi, what do you mean by this?"

"Aren't you in a hurry? The door is not even closed, so you have to knock the person unconscious and carry him to bed. Bah!" Wu Laoqi shook his head and took a deep breath.

Hearing this, Ling Changfeng nodded and began to think in his mind. Seeing that Wu Laoqi didn't ask any questions, he stopped talking and just lowered his head to lead the way.

It didn't take more than a cup of tea to arrive at the residence of Wujiazhuang Village. The village chief's house was no different from that of ordinary villagers, except that a village chief's sign was erected on the wall outside the hut.

"Dong Dong", Wu Laoqi knocked on the village chief's wooden door and whispered outside the door: "Village Chief, there is a young man from outside who wants to see you."

"Bring it in." An old voice came from inside the house.

Ling Changfeng walked into the house and saw that the village chief looked quite old, with white hair and beard. He was taking a nap in the house with his eyes half closed.

"Ling Changfeng, I have met the village chief." Ling Changfeng saluted him.

The village chief opened his eyes, and a hint of disgust flashed through his cloudy old eyes. He nodded and said slowly: "Master Ling, I don't know why you came to Wujiazhuang? We are in ruins, so I'm afraid it's nothing.

That’s what makes the young master worry about you.”

Ling Changfeng heard the cold attitude in his tone, but he was not annoyed at all. He smiled and said, "I came here to find out the truth for others. I ask the old village chief for your forgiveness."

"Ahem," a cough sounded. After the village chief calmed down a little, he said, "What truth do you want to find out?"

"I want to investigate the matter of the monk of Baima Temple who defiled the women of the people!" Ling Changfeng said softly the purpose of this trip.

When the village chief heard this, his pupils shrank and he said again: "The White Horse Temple has explained the truth to me a few days ago. Sir, would you like to hear it?"

"No need. I want to go and ask the victim woman by myself. I also ask the village chief to make it convenient." Ling Changfeng said without refusal.

The village chief lowered his head. After thinking for a moment, he said: "Since the young master insists on this, let Wu Qi take you there. I am tired." His words were full of rejection.

When Wu Laoqi heard this, he cupped his hands and said, "Yes, village chief."
Chapter completed!