Jiu Zizai seemed to have other things to do. He stayed in Liangzhou for only a few days and left, then ran towards Jiangnan Road without stopping. After Jiu Zizai had been away for only two days, Wu Xin and Tielin, who had been detained for half a month, finally left the Ministry of Justice.

As the Double Ninth Festival passes, the temperature becomes colder day by day.

Wang Anfeng sat in a small stall outside the Ministry of Justice, looking at the side door tightly controlled by the Ministry of Justice from time to time.

He has noticed that the Ministry of Justice is empty today than before. All the military guards and arresters have made excuses - either going out to perform official duties or taking leave while sick, but they are not in the Ministry of Justice.

It is probably because I was ashamed of not helping the peak that day. Of course, the bigger reason is probably because Wuxin's remaining power some time ago is still there. It is said that during the past half month, the constable should be careful when delivering meals every day and dare not show up.

No one wants to meet these two people who are full of anger at this time.

The side door of the Ministry of Justice's yamen hidden under the green creaked, and was pushed open from inside. With the sound of footsteps, Wuxin and Tie Lin walked out one after another.

Wang Anfeng came back to his senses from his random thoughts and stood up to meet him.

It was said that it was detention, but in fact it was just a confinement. Zhu Guo Lu Hou did not really throw them into the prison cell, but was in a room in the Ministry of Justice's Office, and outsiders were not allowed to enter and exit. During this period, Wang Anfeng often came to see them.

After Tielin came out, he stretched his arms and stretched his muscles and bones. He raised his head and let out a whistle, which attracted the attention of others. However, he didn't care. His muscles and bones whistled, and then he said a lot of excitement.

It is obvious that he is used to being a captain and running around every day, and locking him in a small room is really frustrating.

Wuxin was very quiet, and his complexion was a little paler than before he entered.

Seeing Wang Anfeng waiting outside, Tie Lin laughed twice and greeted him. Wuxin just nodded. The three of them randomly found a tavern, just to wash away Tie Lin Wuxin and the other two. The store served a few dishes, and called the couple's lung tablets first.

Cut the pig's lungs into thin and large, mix them with spicy oil, onion, garlic, and sesame seeds and season them. The taste was strong and plump. Tielin, who was always a little cold and hard, actually ate several slices in one breath, and then took a long breath and took the tea to drink it leisurely.

Wang Anfeng couldn't help but smile and said, "Looking at the look, is it because the food in the Ministry of Justice is too bad? Are you deliberately oppressing the two of you?"

Tielin shook his head and said seriously:

"The Ministry of Justice's daily diet is not good, nor is it bad. It's just that it's stuck in that small place. Even if you eat delicacies and taste the same as chewing wax, it's better to come out and eat noodles, let alone delicious food and drink?"

"I've been holding it in for half a month, and now I feel relieved..."

Wang Anfeng couldn't help laughing, and at this moment, Wuxin, who had been silent, suddenly spoke:

"…Senior Jiu Zizai, are you still in Liangzhou City now?"

Wang Anfeng was a little surprised, shook his head, and replied with a smile:

"Senior Jiu Zizai came and went in a hurry. Two days ago, he left again and headed towards Jiangnan Road. I don't know what is important to do."

Wuxin was silent for a moment, nodded, and said:

"So that's it, I understand."

The voice paused, and then said to his colleague next to him with a good appetite: "Tielin, after this meal, I went to the Ministry of Justice to retrieve the file of this matter. After a copy was recorded, you and I will return to Tianjing and report the matter to the general arrest."

Tie Lin's expression was also shocked. He subconsciously put down the food utensils in his hand, responded in a deep voice, and Wuxin looked at Wang Anfeng again, saying concisely:

"I came here for the case of Qunxing Pavilion. I never thought there were many twists and turns. I had to return immediately and report all the things we knew to mobilize the guards of all parts of the Ministry of Justice."

“I can’t stay for a long time.”

Wang Anfeng nodded to show that he understood.

Wuxin's voice paused and said again:

"Since you have met Senior Jiu Zizai, it will be a success to come to Liangzhou City. What are the plans for the next one?"

Wang Anfeng was silent for a moment, looked outside, and smiled easily:

“…Western Regions.”

"Next, I'm going to explore the Western Regions."

…………………………

Seeing that once cold and ruthless young master, Ou Ye Guiyuan was taken away by the people of Zhujiangu family, and because he was in the form of a living dead, he had to take it away with a Mohist mechanical chair. Shi Huaidi felt that he finally felt relieved.

Yesterday, the husband finally agreed and took away the jade pendant that could travel between the two realms from her body. From then on, she could calm down a little, and not be worried at all times, as she used to be, for fear of a great disaster.

The woman in red looked at the candlelight and seemed to feel a bright, brilliant and warm light, and a smile appeared on her face unconsciously.

"very nice……"

Sword Forging Valley·Main Peak.

After many inspections, the two masters entered the interior and sent the Mohist school chair and Ou Ye Guiyuan above to the yard where he lived when he was a teenager.

Since Ou Ye Guiyuan was fifteen years old, he has never come back to this place. There is a servant who specializes in serving him in the yard. He welcomed the two masters of the Sword Forging Valley outside early, and then everyone stepped forward and sent Ou Ye Guiyuan back to his house.

In this process, there must be physical contact. Although Ou Ye Guiyuan, who looked gentle but had always been arrogant, seemed like an exquisite puppet, without any reaction, let alone scolding and scolding, it made these servants wonder. If it weren't for his body still warm and there were still signs of pulse, anyone would think he was already a dead person.

When Ou Ye Guiyuan was settled, the two masters casually ordered a few second-class maids to say a few words, and then turned around and left. As for the wine, tea, snacks and side dishes that had been prepared early, they didn't even look at it. As soon as they went out, they used their body skills, and they seemed to be unwilling to stay here at all.

The only first-class servant who noticed the hurry of the two of them, seemed to care a little about it, immediately thought of the incident that had been circulating in the valley for more than half a month.

There was a little desire in my eyes at first, but then a lot of self-deprecation arose.

A beautiful and charming maid next to her looked at Ou Ye Guiyuan who was lying quietly on the bed. She couldn't help but reach out and touched her, and said with a smile:

"Young Master Ou Ye is so beautiful, why did you encounter such a thing?"

The first time the servant took back his gaze, frowned, raised his hand and slapped the maid hard in the face, frightened all the servants around him, and were silent. The servant was quite stern, and looked around and scolded:

"Can people with your identity guess this kind of thing be guessed?"

"Remember, even if Mr. Ou Ye has become like this now, he is still from the Ou Ye lineage. You must take good care of it and not neglect it. Otherwise, no matter you or me, you will be in trouble."

Everyone felt a stern, and they put away their previous relaxed feeling, and they saluted and did not dare to say anything.

The first-class maid with the highest status snorted coldly and glanced at Ou Ye Guiyuan, but she couldn't help feeling sad:

"It's rare to make a comeback if you actually have such a useless person..."

At this time, the two masters who led Ou Ye Guiyuan here had already used their body skills and rushed far to the most magnificent part of the center.

The sword-making valley is covered by extremely brilliant formations. The center is the highest point of the terrain, connecting hundreds of meridians, thinking that the twelve high shelves, each floor represents a magic weapon in the sword-making valley.

This place was originally the forbidden area of ​​the sword-making valley, and there were no people there in the past, but during this period, many people were surrounded by the attic every day. Not only were the elite elites in the sect, but the other soldiers were often on the side.

Before the two of them got closer, they could hear the increasingly shrill sound of swords, as if the sharp sword energy was sweeping on their bodies.

Immediately, I saw a handsome man squirting blood on his mouth and flew backwards from the seventh floor pavilion and being caught by an old man.

The old man was old and after he caught the young man, he couldn't help but turn pale and retreated repeatedly before he could remove his strength. It was obvious that the strength was so strong that it was really a bit terrifying.

There was a commotion in the crowd.

The young man struggled to get up, and before the blood in his mouth had dried, he bowed to one of the women, knocked his forehead on the ground, and said hoarsely:

"Master, disciple, disciple..."

“I’ve failed to see everyone.”

The woman frowned and said, "Get up."

"yes……"

The young man was still holding his salute and then got up. A scholar next to him, who looked only in his forties or fifties, laughed and said with some meaning:

"I didn't expect that Nephew Mei had no choice..."

The woman said lightly:

"I have supported at least thirty breaths. Your disciple has not even been able to hold on for ten breaths?"

The scribe's face was slightly stiff, and he immediately laughed:

"There is no way. My disciple does not have the bloodline of An's family. Under the divine weapon, I will naturally not last much time."

The woman looked cold and said, "After An Zhaofeng died, it has been more than half a month since she was dead. The An family's bloodline has been tried. No one has mastered the magic weapon [I Take the Sword]... It is enough to prove that whether [I Take the Sword] recognizes the master or not has nothing to do with the An family's bloodline."

The scribe was about to retort when a big man dressed in a barefoot with bare arms next to him suddenly spoke:

"An Zhaofeng died too bizarrely, without any warning, and he didn't have time to leave his successor. In the past half month, including me, my disciples in the Sword Forging Valley have basically tried it once. I'm afraid that this generation of [I Take the Sword] has to be sealed."

When talking about this, the two of them had a slightly changed expression before, and they had no desire to fight for a while.

The sword-making valley is supported by the twelve divine weapons and the corresponding commander commander. Now, one person and one soldier are missing, which has been greatly weakened invisibly. As the commander commander commander, their own interests have also been damaged.

At this moment, a heavy and indifferent voice came from the deepest part of the sword-making valley, saying: "All the qualified disciples in the valley have failed. In order to prevent the spirit of [I Take the Sword] from being dispersed, the soldiers and soldiers formed a formation and sealed it."

The eleven people present looked slightly calmer, and they all bowed their heads and said that they were yes.

……………………

In the small courtyard of the sword-making valley.

The maid who made a mistake before was left to take care of Ou Ye Guiyuan, who was basically the same as the living dead. What else can I take care of?

Such a waste...

She glanced at the young man lying on the bed and couldn't help but mutter, but for some reason, a sense of sleepiness kept surging like a tide. In just a moment, she couldn't help but leaned on the chair and fell asleep.

The young man "Ou Ye Guiyuan" on the bed opened his eyes.

Or maybe he kept his eyes open, but everyone ignored this. He got up and walked to the window, looked at the scenery outside the window, and his right hand was casually carrying it behind him, and the three overlapping cuffs slid slightly.

Almost instantly, the temperament brought by Ou Ye Guiyuan's appearance was replaced by another stronger trait.

Indifferent and alienated, empty and lofty.
To be continued...