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Chapter 156 The Explosion Rate Is Really High
A Jie did not return to Chang'an immediately.

That day, he lay in the sun for a long time on the grass in the inner courtyard of Beitian Jiyangyuan, singing the nursery rhyme "Osmanthus fragrans" for a long time.

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

Ajie's wound healed a bit, and it was bandaged by the monks in charge who found him. They all thought that he was a poor man who had entered the monastery for shelter, just like the other patients in the Beitian Ji Nursing Home.

Ajie didn't 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 quilts, cleaned the hospital as much as he could in the morning, and basked in the sun in the afternoon.

The pace of life in the nursing home is very slow.

He even had to forget that he was a swordsman.

On a sunny day, Ajie went down the mountain silently 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.

A Jie saw that the young county magistrate who had saved his life spoke generously.

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

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

Ajie saw all of these.

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

At other times during the day, Ajie walked around the streets and alleys, wandering around this small town on the corner of Jiangnan Road.

He also silently witnessed the process of dismembering the Liu family's property bit by bit after the victory of the public trial and the sanction of the Liu family.

The entire county town, streets and alleys, teahouses, restaurants, and people in the market are filled with some kind of celebration.

Ajie even heard no less than three nursery rhymes celebrating the Liu family's bad luck, which were sung in the city's streets and among the children in the disaster relief camp outside the city.

He also heard later that Liu Ziwen was not dead, and 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 without saying goodbye.

In fact, few people needed to say goodbye, because few people knew him. In Beitian Ji Nursing Home, there were many disabled people like him.

Before leaving, Ajie quietly returned two jugs of wine to the manager named Xiudu—before he walked past a few jugs to drink alone under the moon.

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

After going down the mountain, he went to the city on the way, asked Liu Ziwen for something, and gave him something back.

The evening wind howled outside.

It was pitch black inside.

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

Quiet for a while.

A Jie raised a dead head with two fingers, walked to the table, and placed it on the table.

His figure hesitated.

Silently untied the sword from his waist.

A Jie went out, easily bypassing the guards guarding the yard.

He jumped onto a roof, and rushed towards the direction of the surging river in the distance.

A one-armed swordsman from Chang'an, without a moon maiden around his waist, and with a bright moon on his head.

……

When he heard the news of Liu Ziwen's death, Ouyang Rong was near a Shuize Monument in the upper reaches of Butterfly Creek, observing the unfavorable rising water trend of Yunmengze.

"What? Someone chopped off his head?"

Ouyang Rong was taken aback, put down his rolled up sleeves, and hurried back to the county seat with Xie Lingjiang.

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

Doors and windows are open.

Yan Liulang is leading the detectives to check the house for clues.

"What is this? Why are there more swords?"

Ouyang Rong raised his sleeves, covered his mouth and nose, then stretched out his hand to gesture to the long sword lying quietly beside the rotten head on the table, and asked curiously.

"Reporting to the Ming Dynasty, when the little official who delivered the meal in the morning came in and found the person dead, the scene looked like this. Everyone didn't move." One of the arresters cupped his hands.

Ouyang Rong nodded, looking curiously at the two items on the table.

Xie Lingjiang didn't cover his nose, and walked straight forward, slightly bent over and looked at the head. On the rather familiar Liu Ziwen's face, there was a fixed expression of astonishment, as if he had been frozen in death. the moment before.

Xie Lingjiang turned his head and looked at the headless corpse on the bed again, and said directly:
"Eldest brother, if the assailant is left-handed, if the murder weapon is this long sword, he can cleanly decapitate others in such a narrow space as a bed. This is not something ordinary martial arts practitioners can do. Reiki cultivation base, at least eighth grade."

She stretched out her hand to grab the long sword again, and with a "Zheng", the long sword came out of its sheath.

The room seemed to be three points brighter.

"what."

Xie Lingjiang couldn't help but sized his eyes twice, held the sword horizontally, placed it outside the door in the sunlight, and groaned softly:

"The color is like moonlight, the color is like dandelion... Liu Qixing is connected with stars, floating and blooming.
"Good sword."

She looked up and said:

"Let's say it's placed in the southern rivers and lakes, even in the northern and southern rivers and lakes, this is a good sword that top-rank sword cultivators covet, and its rank is extremely high."

Xie Lingjiang clicked his tongue in amazement, and turned to Ouyang Rong with confusion:

"I wouldn't be too surprised if it appeared in Yunmeng Jianze next door, but now it appears at the scene of the murder, and it's still placed with Liu Ziwen's head. What is the murderer trying to do? What's his intention?"

Ouyang Rong raised his eyebrows upon hearing this.

Right now, the Liu family has been judged by a public trial and is notorious. In the past few days, he and the Longcheng County Government have also worked together to dismember him.

As the saying goes, everyone pushes down the wall, and enemies from all walks of life come to seek revenge. Ouyang Rong is not surprised, but he feels a little helpless.

After all, even though he was only planning to pass through this world in a hurry and didn't go too deep, the extraordinary power of the Qi trainer still left him speechless.

Heroes are prohibited by martial arts, right, but how did the chaos come to the small county town of Longcheng County?

Moreover, what is the current situation like exploding gold coins and exploding top-grade equipment?

Ouyang Rong suddenly stretched out his hand, Xie Lingjiang obediently put the sword back into its sheath, and handed it to the elder brother.

Ouyang Rong didn't draw his sword, but looked at the scabbard and hilt, and suddenly seemed to see a chisel somewhere on the scabbard.

It faintly seems to be a word "Wu".

"uh-huh."

He snorted softly, turned his head and waved, calling for his subordinates.

Right now, as long as the swords come from well-known sword shops or sword furnaces, almost all of them have special chisel engravings, which can be regarded as a kind of craftsman's inheritance, or a mark of anti-counterfeiting.

Ouyang Rong asked the county government to invite an old craftsman with experience and eyesight to inspect the strangely exposed sword.

The old craftsman bowed his hands respectfully and said:

"My lord, look at the engravings on the scabbard, this sword should come from the Gu Yue Sword Shop, but this engraving is very old, and has long been eliminated by the sword furnace craftsmen on the west bank of Butterfly.

"Since the Liu family in Longcheng rebuilt the sword shop, new chisels have been used for the newly cast swords, but this sword looks brand new not long after its opening, and look at this sword tassel, the sword from the ancient Yue sword shop Spike Workshop...

"This is a new sword, I don't know which furnace it came from Gu Yue Sword Shop."

After the old craftsman complained, he was taken down.

Ouyang Rong looked down at the sword, then turned his head to meet Xie Lingjiang's.

It's the Ancient Yue Sword Shop again.

Ouyang Rong silently looked out the window, towards the west bank of Butterfly Creek.

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

Except for the Guyue Sword Shop, the Longcheng Liu family's property and fertile land in the county were all handed over, and they no longer caused a blood suck to Longcheng County.

But the Gu Yue sword shop left alone is 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 it was not too threatening.

But right now it seems...

Ouyang Rong suddenly turned his head and said:

"There is no place in Longcheng County that is outside the law."

Xie Ling Jiang Duo glanced at Senior Brother.

……

Liu Ziwen's head and body were sent back to the Liu family.

If Liu Ziwen was still alive, or if Quanxia knew it, he would definitely remember what he said in Yuanmingliu, the dead are the greatest.

As the Ghost Festival approached, the Liu family had already prepared some burial objects for ancestor worship, but they never expected that they would be used by Liu Ziwen.

However, the case against Liu Ziwen did not end so easily.

The county government has still not closed the case of transporting demon fried gates and ribbon-cutting gifts to impersonate the county magistrate to assassinate the supervisory envoy.

In the end, these two major cases were committed by the Liu family and the craftsmen of the sword shop under the erroneous errands of the jade goddess.

It was Liu Ziwen and other Liu family who conspired, and the fairy Yucheng just obeyed orders.

The two are worlds apart.

If it is the latter, even if Liu Ziwen is still decapitated by an unknown qi trainer, the Liu family will still be implicated. .

It's just that right now the fairy Yucheng is in a coma.

Lack of key incriminating evidence,

She should be the one who knows the crimes of the Liu family the most.

In fact, this interrupted case is quite troublesome to investigate. Ouyang Rong has already prepared for the worst.

Although at the moment, the dismembered Liu family is no longer a big threat to Longcheng County Zhao.

When the rainy season is completely over this time, and the Digong Gate and the Zheyi Canal have resisted the flood, then there is no need to worry about the water control in Longcheng County for the past two years.

In this way, what Ouyang Rong had to do when he came down to Dragon City was almost completed, so he could turn his attention to the Pure Land Palace and think about going home...

However, in the past two days, Ouyang Rong discovered that he didn't know whether the Yucheng female fairy and the Liu family had offended the little junior sister severely.
The younger junior sister is very stubborn and serious about this case, and runs to the official house all day long, looking for a way for the fairy Yucheng to wake up, and wants to pry her mouth open, and end the assassination case of Digong gate explosion and ribbon-cutting ceremony .

Although the real answer was faintly clear in everyone's mind.

In this regard, Ouyang Rong, who puts his efforts back to water control, of course, will not stop him, he is quite encouraging...

this day.

Night falls.

Liu family mansion.

In a mourning hall with fluttering white silk and flickering white candles, there was a lot of crying.

Xu and other members of the Liu family wore mourning clothes and wept in the mourning hall.

It's just that right now, the Liu family is on the cusp of the storm, and everyone in the county is screaming for beatings, and everyone is jumping out to bite a piece of meat.

The mourning hall was open from dusk to late at night, and few people came to offer incense and mourn.

Even the brothers of the Liu clan who were dividing the family from the other houses were nowhere to be seen.

In the mourning hall, Liu Zian, Liu Zilin, Mrs. Xu, old servant Liu Fu and others were guarding the coffin.

The cries of women and children made the mourning hall seem more and more empty.

"Sister-in-law, my condolences."

With a sad face, Liu Zian persuaded softly.

"Sister-in-law, listen to the second brother, go back and rest first."

The haggard-looking Liu Zilin also knelt and moved forward, offering some persuasion.

Xu's eyes turned red from crying, and he shook his head sadly.

The crowd fell to the ground and wept for a while.

Liu Zian got up on his knees, his face became firmer, he took the initiative to comfort everyone, and led Liu Zilin and others to accompany Xu to watch the spirit.

In the middle of the night, everyone prepared to retreat temporarily.

"Second brother, you should go back and have a rest. Don't be too sad and wear yourself down. Come back in the middle of the night."

Liu Zilin looked ahead and couldn't help saying:

"Now that elder brother is gone, you are the pillar of the family. You must not lose anything, otherwise, who will avenge elder brother..."

Liu Zian stubbornly shook his head, turned his back to Liu Zilin, and stared at Liu Ziwen's coffin in front of him.

"You guys go to rest first, I will spend more time with elder brother."

He took a deep breath.

Seeing that the persuasion was fruitless, Liu Zilin and other servants withdrew one after another after a while.

That night, only Liu Zian, Xu Shi and others were left to watch the night with all their strength. When it was dawn, Xu Shi was really tired, so he was taken to the back hall by the servants to rest, and Liu Zian was the only one left.

Outside the mourning hall, after a night of rest, Liu Zilin and others who came in the morning saw Liu Zian's tall and silent figure in front of the coffin in the mourning hall, and they all looked at each other.

The suspicion in many people's eyes disappeared, and they all showed a little admiration and emotion.

For the past few days, the people of the Liu family, who had been in a state of panic because of Liu Ziwen's words before his death, unconsciously felt a little more at ease.

Even though someone took over in the mourning hall in the morning, Liu Zi'an remained silent, not eating a single grain of rice every night, and continued to watch the spirit with the Xu family, Liu Zilin and others who came back one after another.

The figure knelt in front of the coffin, the wind and rain remained the same.

As the evening approached, the vigil in the mourning hall ended, Liu Zian got up silently, and sent off the sporadic mourning guests with a tired face.

He rubbed his cheeks, and sent his third younger brother Liu Zilin and eldest sister-in-law Xu away with a little vain footsteps. When he said goodbye, he choked with tears and tried to persuade him.

If it weren't for the precarious figure, Liu Zilin and Xu Shi dissuaded them, and they would have continued to send them back to the yard with due diligence.

The mourning hall disperses, everyone returns to the hospital

Liu Zian sighed softly, rubbed his tired face, turned his head and dismissed the servants.

He turned around and returned to his yard along the familiar winding corridor.

The yard is plain and even looks a bit empty.

Because the owner of the yard has lived a simple life for many years.

Liu Zian silently pushed open the door.

The bed in the back room was folded squarely.

The objects on the table and cabinet are neatly arranged.

All show the owner's self-discipline and cleanliness.

After Liu Zian entered the house, he closed the door and did not turn on the lights.

He went straight and sat down silently at a round table.

Outside the window, the evening sun seeping in slowly slanted and even disappeared.

Darkness began to occupy the empty and silent room.

Wearing pure white filial piety, Liu Zian sat quietly for a while, stretched out his hand, and reached for the teapot.

He paused half way through his hand, his face was full of ferocity:

"Liu Ziwen, you are finally dead! Well done, well done!"

　Something happened today, I feel a little depressed, this chapter is a bit rushed, sorry brothers
　　
　
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