On the west bank of Butterfly Creek, Guyue Jianpu.
In the towering sword furnace rooms, the craftsmen who received the order were confused and went out and gathered towards the Dragon Slaying Platform.
It's almost noon now, and the sun is about to rise in the sky.
Among the crowd of craftsmen, there were occasionally some rickety old swordsmiths who suddenly turned their heads and stared blankly at the sword furnace halfway up the mountain under the clear sky, which had been out of service for many years.
Most of the other craftsmen did not notice it at all, but looked curiously at the figures of the Tsing Yi slaves and black men who suddenly appeared in the sword shop, patrolling and watching.
Just as the entire sword shop's craftsmen were being taken to the Dragon Slaying Platform by the river by Liu Zilin, Liu Fu and other stewards.
Liu Zian was squatting at the edge of the Dragon-Slaying Platform, lowering his head, and placed a memorial tablet, as well as an incense burner, a fruit plate and other memorial objects in an orderly manner.
"Brother, you died miserably. Today, my third brother and I are here to avenge you."
Liu Zi placed three sticks of incense and sighed.
The audience participating in the ceremony had not completely arrived, Liu Zian turned his head and whispered to the entourage who were looking at him on the high platform:
"You go down and guard first. The third brother is here. Let him come up and pay homage to the elder brother."
"yes."
The entourage retreated below the stage, leaving only Liu Zian and a tied up young county magistrate on the high platform.
"Ho ho ho..."
There was a strange deep laughter echoing at Liu Ziwen's open-air memorial tablet.
"Brother, why am I so happy when I saw you die?"
Liu Zian's back was facing the people below.
"My father is not satisfied even though I have given you all my family property. He ties me up with family filial piety all day long.
"You really want to be a big brother?"
He whispered in a voice no one could hear:
"You can't practice Qi, but you still want us to accompany you honestly. You are dissatisfied with my contact with the Jade Fairy, and you want to give up the tripod sword to the Wei family, just to exchange for those powerful positions?
"But once you embark on the path of becoming a Qi practitioner, you must be wary of alienation and not get too close to the top power easily or go in the opposite direction.
"In the final analysis, what is sacrificing for the interests of the family? Liu Ziwen, you are just selfish..."
I heard the footsteps of Liu Zilin and others returning from the other side of the stage.
Liu Zi Anle stood up slowly with a trembling smile, wiped his face first, then turned around, his face as normal, and walked to greet him.
When passing by someone, Liu Zian suddenly heard a statement:
"Liu Ziwen was killed."
Liu Zian glanced at the young county magistrate who suddenly spoke out, kept walking, smiled and shook his head:
"No, you killed him, Ouyang Lianghan. You are the murderer of my eldest brother."
At this time, Liu Zilin had already walked over and said expectantly:
"Second brother, we are ready, everyone has been summoned."
"Well done, third brother."
Liu Zian patted Liu Zilin's shoulder, raised his chin, and motioned for him to worship Liu Ziwen's tablet.
Everything is ready.
He turned his face, smiled and walked towards Ouyang Lianghan, slowly pulling out his sword.
Boom——
Boom——
But at this moment, a series of explosions came from a distance, like thunder from the blue, resounding throughout the sword shop inside and outside.
Liu Zi'an and Liu Zilin were both shocked. Looking around, they could vaguely see the strange green flames rising from outside Guyue Sword Shop in the distance, which looked quite familiar.
Immediately, there were waves of overwhelming roars and charging sounds, which seemed to overturn everyone's spiritual cap.
Liu Zian and Liu Zilin suddenly turned their heads to look at each other, their eyes filled with surprise and uncertainty: "Burning Sky Shark Oil?"
"Master, Third Young Master, something's wrong! He's from the county government!"
Liu Fu hurried over with his people:
"The county government didn't know where to find such brave people. They crossed the river in a batch of official boats and attacked our sword shop desperately, throwing strange oil everywhere and blowing up the sword furnace..."
Liu Zilin's face was gloomy: "How is that possible! Who gave these unscrupulous people the courage? It would be great if we didn't go to them to cause trouble, and they dare to attack our Liu family!"
Liu Zian frowned and suddenly asked:
"Who is organizing it? That guy named Diao who is greedy for life and afraid of death cannot have the courage. That guy named Yan, who is stupid, doesn't have the prestige and means to appeal to the people..."
"I don't know yet. But I did see people from the county government among them."
Liu Fu grimaced:
"This group of unscrupulous people seems to be well organized and disciplined. They must have someone commanding them from behind. However, our people were caught off guard. We are retreating step by step and trying to garrison. We haven't seen the leader yet."
On the high platform, Liu Zian and Liu Zilin looked at each other.
Liu Zilin looked ugly and gritted his teeth: "Is that bitch named Xie back?"
"Hahaha……"
Suddenly a laugh came from behind.
"Ouyang Lianghan, what are you laughing at!"
Liu Zian's eyes were sharp, he glanced at the panicked craftsmen watching in the audience, and rushed behind the young county magistrate.
Liu Zian grabbed his hair, held the cold white blade in his hand, and sneered:
"Do you think they can save you in time? Do you think we are fools who talk too much and let people run away?"
Liu Zian turned around and quickly ordered:
"Liu Fu, let the brothers hold on for a while."
"Third brother, go and bring the elder brother's tablet so that he can see it with his own eyes. The enemy is the leader!"
Liu Zian grabbed the hair crown of Ouyang Lianghan, who was leaning back and forth in laughter, and dragged him to the edge of the high stage without any delay, exposing himself to many craftsmen in the audience.
Ready for beheading.
Against the background of a series of explosions that are getting closer and closer.
Liu Zian's eyes flashed, and he put his right hand into his sleeve and took out a bronze mask.
But his hand was only halfway extended.
But someone was faster than him—referring to the matter of taking out the mask.
Liu Zian's eyes widened suddenly, and in front of him was reflected... the silent scene of "Ouyang Lianghan" closing his eyes and looking up, smiling at the corner of his mouth, taking off a mask from his face.
"You...you...how come you have..."
Liu Zian's eyes were filled with wonder and disbelief.
Liu Ashan placed the bronze mask he took off at his feet.
He was shackled and knelt down. His dull face with the word "Yue" tattooed on it had never laughed so heartily. He smiled at the sword shop craftsmen and former colleagues under the high platform:
"The real county magistrate is here to save us. Please don't follow the Liu family into darkness.
"Everyone in the world says that unruly people come out of poor villages. We in Wuyue Dragon City are indeed ashamed to have the bully Liu family, but we are definitely not just cowardly people. I don't agree..."
Liu Ashan's words stopped abruptly.
Because Liu Zian had already rushed forward like crazy, punched and kicked Liu Ashan,
"Fuck you! Liu Ashan, you are so sick!
Liu Zian could not bear his anger and beat him as if to vent his anger:
"He, Ouyang Lianghan, is an outsider. He jumped into the water to save him, and became a lackey to serve him to death. Now he is asking his mother-in-law to behead him. Are you mentally ill? Ah? Could it be that he is the ancestor who jumped out of your ancestral grave?
Can’t do it?!”
Liu Ashan climbed up with difficulty, his nose was bruised and his face was swollen. He still raised his proud head and swollen face, and looked sideways at Liu Zi'an and Liu Zilin.
"Ancestor? Then I don't have you two unfilial and unvirtuous descendants of the Liu family, who will bring shame to our ancestors."
His red, swollen, and purple eyes could only open a small slit. However, in the eyes of everyone at this moment, his eyes looked particularly contemptuous, and he uttered the following words:
"What is private is temporary, what is public is eternal."
When Liu Zian and Liu Zilin heard this, their eyes became even redder.
"you wanna die!"
There was a snow-white sword light on the high platform.
Under a torrent of angry punches and kicks, and a sharp blade getting closer and closer to his neck.
Although the dull man was kneeling with his legs broken, he still straightened his back and turned a deaf ear to everything around him.
"Long...you are not the only one in Longcheng...there is a family named Liu.
"Master, I saw it, I really saw it..."
Liu Ashan's body was on the verge of collapse. He raised his bruised and swollen face and tried to see clearly the small Jiangnan town in front of him, which was nurtured by Butterfly Creek but suffered great disasters. He murmured hoarsely:
"Nai looked at the house, carried the joy of carrying... and ran."
Someone laughed and murmured.
Someone yelled with red eyes.
Some people watched numbly.
A certain moment.
There was a sudden silence on and off the high platform.
A stream of hot blood from the laryngeal artery splashed onto the hard ancient stone bricks of the Dragon-Slaying Platform.
Like the brilliant morning glow that splashes out from under the dark horizon of the eastern sky at dawn.
The crowd of craftsmen in the audience fell into a deadly silence.
Liu Zian tried twice with trembling hands before inserting the red blade into the scabbard and returning it to its place.
Under the watchful eyes of the audience, Liu Zian stepped forward with a gloomy face and an ashen face. He used a scabbard forged from dark iron to smash the familiar bronze mask on the ground that once belonged to the Jade Fairy.
Immediately, the head of the Liu family quickly glanced at the sky with his bloodshot eyes.
He took Liu Zilin and Liu Fu, who were silent, and left the Dragon Slaying Platform in a hurry.
Under the simple high platform, a group of craftsmen were silent.
On the stage in front, there was only the motionless back of a man who faced the crowd of craftsmen below, but his body faced the stream and the county town.
…
Ouyang Rong suddenly vomited a large mouthful of blood.
The blood mist he sprayed covered Yan Liulang's face, which looked back with concern.
Everything happened in a flash of lightning.
Yan Liulang was off guard and wiped his bloody face with his palm: "Mingfu, what's wrong with you!"
Ouyang Rong, who was leading a large force to attack Jianpu and pushed desperately towards Dragon-Slaying Platform, slowly stopped on the spot, holding a broken wall of the bombed-out building next to him. He lowered his head and covered his mouth, vomiting blood.
"I...I'm fine...you can lead the brothers and move on."
Ouyang Rong raised his head in confusion, looked at the sky and murmured:
"The mask is gone... Ah Shan's mask... is gone..."
He coughed up blood, gasped for breath, and took deep breaths over and over again, but blood still flowed from the corner of his mouth.
Ouyang Rong had just accumulated a little spiritual energy in his Dantian not long ago, and it was going wild and chaotic, like a glass of water that temporarily turned turbid.
This strange injury is very similar to the sudden vomiting of blood after the Jade Lady Fairy first woke up.
Yan Liulang frowned and was embarrassed, but stopped talking.
At this time, Ah Qing, who had been following the large army step by step, ran forward and took out a handkerchief to wipe Ouyang Rong's mouth.
But was avoided by the latter.
Ouyang Rong trembled slightly, turned his head, and wiped his bleeding mouth with the back of his veined hand, half of his face covered in blood, but he did not dare to turn his head and look at Ah Qing.
Don't even dare to take a glance.
"Brother Yan, are you okay?" Ah Qing was at a loss and panicked.
Yan Liulang swallowed.
Ever since they met, the blue-robed catcher had never seen such a frightened and painful young magistrate.
Ouyang Rong suddenly stood up, with short black hair, his head lowered, his hands on the wall, and he tried to move forward.
Just listen to his trembling command:
"Rokuro, allocate one hundred men to me immediately. You can lead the rest of the army to continue the attack on Dragon Slaying Platform."
Yan Liulang was stunned: "Where... is the Ming Mansion going?"
"Go and do what I should do. You...continue to rush to Dragon Slaying Platform. As soon as possible, you must...must find Ah Shan." Ouyang Rong said in a daze: "He has been waiting for us for too long."
"As commanded."
"Wait a minute, you have to choose among these hundred people. If you are under twenty or have only one child in the family, you are not allowed to choose."
Yan Liulang and A Qing were both awe-inspiring.
Ouyang Rong wiped his bloody mouth with his sleeve and whispered:
"Also, whatever amount of Burning Sky Shark Oil is left, give it to me."
Under the unquestionable tone of the young county magistrate, Yan Liulang reluctantly accepted the order and went to select people and arrange shark oil.
Ouyang Rong held the moonlight sword horizontally with both hands, facing the direction of Dragon Slaying Platform alone, staring blankly at the lonely sword furnace on Xiaogushan that had been out of service for many years, but at this moment, its sword energy reached the sky.
His expression was surprisingly calm:
"Ah Shan, I'm here to accompany you."
…
If you look at it from Xiaogushan at this moment.
The river on the west bank is full of official ships.
Below, the vast Guyue Sword Shop was billowing with black smoke and bursts of strange green flames from time to time, accompanied by the sound of the sword furnace building collapsing.
At the foot of the mountain, the sounds of fighting between the brave policemen and the private soldiers were endless.
Liu Zian silently withdrew his gaze.
On the mountain road leading to the mountainside, he looked gloomy and led Liu Zilin, Liu Fu and his direct family slaves to the A-shaped sword furnace in a hurry.
The scene of the sword shop run by the Liu family for many years at the foot of the mountain being engulfed in flames made Liu Zilin grind his molar teeth into pieces. His face was full of grief and anger, and his body ached. On the way up the mountain, he had already paid hundreds of greetings to Ouyang Rong's eighteenth generation ancestor.
all over.
Liu Zian, who was walking at the front, was immersed in walking and turned a deaf ear.
He only occasionally glanced at the sun above his head and continued to rush towards the A-shaped sword furnace.
Fortunately, it was not yet the quarter to noon for the old man to send a message to the Wei family.
The plan is still under the control of him and the old gentleman.
Liu Zian let out a long breath, and there was a hint of joy in his eyes.
He heard the angry voice of the impulsive and impatient third brother behind him.
Liu Zian calmly reached into his arms and touched a translated sword manual, as well as a brand new bronze mask that was shining with a faint light.
Although an annoying accident occurred in the original plan and he was not promoted to the ninth rank, it is not that there is no backup plan.
For example... quietly take away the Mohist sword box containing the tripod sword in advance, and look for sacrifices later. Get the things first, and then leave wearing a mask.
The group finally arrived at the A-shaped sword furnace halfway up the mountain.
The door to the sword furnace room is now closed.
When he reached the lawn in front of the sword furnace room, Liu Zian suddenly stopped slowly.
He stared at the silent old wooden door in front of him and frowned slightly.
Liu Zian turned around and looked around, suddenly raised his hand, and the followers behind him immediately stopped.
He turned his face slightly and gestured:
"Third brother...and Liu Fu, you two go in first to visit the old gentleman and let me know that I'm here."
"Yes!" Liu Zilin and Liu Fuqi were stunned, nodded without hesitation, pushed the door open first, and walked into the A-shaped sword furnace room...