Du Heng hurriedly stretched out his hand, but he didn't even catch a shadow.

He pressed his head against the wooden fence of the cell door, trying to squeeze out, but he had barely stretched out his head when he heard a servant coming in from outside. He tried to retract again, only to find that he was stuck!

Several officials came to Du Heng's prison door. A servant laughed and said, "What? Itchy head and want to rub it? ”

Du Heng stepped back twice, and his skull slammed on the wooden fence with a "dangdang" sound.

The official laughed, and Du Heng wanted to die.

A servant squatted down and said, "Come, let the master help you." As he spoke, he stretched out his hand and grabbed between Du Heng's legs.

Du Heng broke out in a cold sweat and retreated backwards suddenly, only to fall on the urinal with his buttocks, and the stinky urine splashed all over.

The officials laughed even more happily, and Du Heng seemed to see a vegetable leaf on the front teeth of an officer.

"Let's go, let's go when you've had enough! Let the master wait for you, but it's not just a little urine. ”

One of the officials opened the door, and the other made a gesture of invitation.

Du Heng was taken to the court with a urine on his head, and the old man and Qu Nianqing were also escorted over.

A fat prefectural magistrate sat on a large chair, twisting his mustache in one hand and flicking the dust in his fingernails with the other. There is a mirror hanging high behind him, and there is also a picture of the sea rising sun.

"You guys, what's the matter?" The county magistrate asked at the throat of the male duck.

Du Heng was just about to speak, but the old man took the first step to kneel on the ground and wailed: "Lord Qingtian, you have to be the master of the little old man!" This man snatched my sword and my grandson, but I pity my little old man who is lonely and helpless, and can only endure in vain without defense. Sir! Save the little old man! ”

The county magistrate let out a "hmm" and moved his gaze to Du Heng.

Du Heng turned his back and said, "The sword is mine, and this child was entrusted to me by a friend of mine before he died." ”

The county commander glanced at the master next to him, and the master hurriedly presented Yaohua. The county commander took the sword and pulled it out vigorously for a long time, but he didn't pull it out. He coughed twice in embarrassment, and said to the court: "You all say that this sword is your own, but what evidence is there?" ”

Du Heng said: "The name of this sword is Yaohua, and it is my personal thing. The sword body is three feet and three inches long, the hilt is six inches and six minutes long, the scabbard has the painting of sweet jujube and Minglan, and the sword body has the cold of the deep stream of the empty valley. ”

The old man also said: "The name of this sword is Yaohua, and it is the ancestral treasure of the little old man. The sword body is three feet and three inches long, the hilt is six inches and six minutes long, the scabbard has the painting of sweet jujube and Minglan, and the sword body has the cold of the deep stream of the empty valley. ”

The county commander said: "You both say the same, and this sword can't be pulled out by the official, how does the official know how long it is?" ”

Du Heng said: "This sword recognizes the master, and it cannot be pulled out unless it is its master." ”

The county commander was overjoyed: "Okay, if you two can pull out this sword, doesn't it prove who is the owner of this sword?" ”

The master handed the sword to Du Heng, and Du Heng saw the old man's smiling face, and his heart was a little furious.

Could it be that I will not be able to draw my own sword?

Du Heng slowly stroked the sword body, and the cool cold air flowed in his fingertips. He grasped the hilt of his sword and pulled it hard, but Yaohua did not move, as if it was firmly glued.

"This ......"

Du Heng's face turned pale in an instant. He pulled it out a few more times, but the hilt of the sword seemed to be one with the scabbard, and no matter how much he pulled it, he had no intention of wavering.

The old man smiled, snatched Yaohua from Du Heng's hand and pulled it gently. only listened to the sound of "Zheng", and the cold light of the sword body suddenly appeared, reflecting the four walls of the entire public hall.

The county commander's eyes lit up, and he was surprised: "What a good sword, what a sword!" ”

Then he looked at Du Heng contemptuously and said: "You still say that this is your sword, I think you are greedy for other people's treasures and want to keep it for yourself!" ”

Du Heng clenched his fists and glared at the old man fiercely, his teeth clenched.

The county magistrate said: "This kid, I'm afraid it has nothing to do with you, right?" ”

Du Heng looked down at Qu Nianqing, although he felt angry, the fire of expectation was still not extinguished in his heart.

"He ......" Qu Nianqing looked at Du Heng and then at the old man, looking a little hesitant, "I don't know him!" ”

Du Heng felt a basin of cold water pour down from the top of his head.

"You, are you crazy? You say you don't know me?! ”

Qu Nianqing leaned closer to the old man, lowered his head and didn't look at Du Heng's eyes, bit his lip and said loudly: "I don't know him!" I really don't know him! ”

Du Heng was like five thunderbolts, standing motionless under the hall.

The county commander smiled: "Yo, it seems that everything is the truth, bold thief!" Stealing other people's treasures and robbing other people's children is really an unforgivable crime! Someone, call me! ”

"Wait!" Du Heng raised his palm, and then looked at Qu Nianqing, his voice trembled a little, "Are you just because of that deceitful word, you don't recognize me?" ”

The old man pulled Qu Nianqing to him, and pretended to be angry at Du Heng: "You thief, my grandson said he didn't know you, why are you still here?" This yamen is also the place where you go wild? ”

Du Heng ignored the old man, just looked at Qu Nianqing fixedly, and said word by word: "You, do you really not recognize me?" ”

Qu Nianqing's tears swirled in his eyes, he snorted, and cried: "Mom is in your eyes, is it so unimportant, is it better than a bird?" ”

"Not important? You say Muyu is not important to me? Du Heng couldn't hold back any longer, and roared angrily, "Do you know how much hardship I have to pay to be with her? Do you know how many lives I put on her to save her? But she's dead now! The soul is scattered before me! You say you miss your mother, don't I miss her?! ”

"You just don't want her! If you really miss her, you'll exchange Kunpeng for your mother! Qu Nianqing cried, "You just want Kunpeng, you don't care about your mother at all, and you don't care about me!" No wonder the people around you don't want you anymore, you are ruthless and unjust! ”

Du Heng was furious, and slapped Qu Nianqing's little face hard, and immediately half of Qu Nianqing's face was swollen.

"Hit someone! Beat people in court! The old man shouted for heaven and earth.

Du Heng looked at Qu Nianqing's appearance, and regretted it a little, blaming himself for being too impulsive. He took a deep breath, tried to control his emotions, and said, "Let's go, I'll take you to my two friends, whether your mother is still alive or not, you can find out as soon as you ask them." As he spoke, he stepped forward to take Qu Nianqing's hand.

Qu Nianqing opened Du Heng's arm, took two steps back, and said, "I'm not going with you, I'm going to find my mother." ”

The anger in Du Heng's heart ignited again.

"You're really not going with me?"

"Don't go!" Qu Nianqing covered his face, his big eyes full of hatred.

"Good, good! Hehe......" Du Heng laughed miserably, his face was frighteningly white, "You surnamed Qu, get out!" Roll as far as you want! I don't want to see you again! Kunpeng, I'll find a way to get it back myself! ”

The old man suddenly showed a sinister smile and said, "Deal!" ”

He grabbed Qu Nianqing's hand and snapped his fingers, and the two of them suddenly disappeared.

With a "bang", Yaohua's sword fell on the position where the old man was originally standing.

There was silence in the hall.

After a while, the county magistrate pointed to Yaohua on the ground and said, "Quick! Put your sword away! This is a gift from the gods! ”

"Huh, fairy? What kind of immortal is he? Du Heng sneered, "He's just a cat demon, and he dares to call himself a god?" ”

The county order was shocked: "Bold!" You're still talking nonsense here, you really don't know what to do! Come, take him into a cell, and wait for him to be heard. ”

Several officials carried knives and stepped forward to put Du Heng in the middle. Du Heng struggled for a while, and found that although the old man was gone, his mana was still sealed, and he couldn't help a few big men.

So, Du Heng was thrown into the previous cell again, and the urinal was still on the ground.

The moon is bright and the stars are thin, and the owl's cooing is desolate and mournful. The cell was filled with a foul smell, and rats were scurrying around in the straw.

Du Heng smelled himself, and it was no different from the smell in the cell. He simply sat down against the wall, buried his face in his lap, and sighed deeply.

It is estimated that the old man has already calculated it, and he is waiting for me to exchange the little grasshopper as a bargaining chip for him in a fit of anger, but since the little grasshopper has been taken away by him, where is Kunpeng now? Did he let him swallow it like this? Moreover, how can he, a little cat demon, make Yaohua listen to his orders and seal my mana? Could it be that there is any technique of grafting?

Du Heng rubbed his eyes on his sleeve tiredly.

The little grasshopper just loves his mother, he is still a child, I shouldn't be too harsh on him, and I don't know if the dead cat demon will bully him.

A mouse squatted in the corner, and when he saw that Du Heng had not moved for a long time, he boldly slipped to Du Heng's feet and squeaked. Du Heng was so noisy by the rats that his ears itched, he flew up and kicked the rat to the side, and the rat actually "boomed" through the wall of the cell and flew outside.

Du Heng's heart was slightly wider.

This mana is finally back.

The county commander carefully looked at Yaohua under the lamp, and although he couldn't draw the sword out, he still smiled, rubbing the scabbard with his greasy fat hand.

"What a baby......," the county magistrate exclaimed.

The flickering candle flame was reflected on the face of the prefectural order, and the greedy flames in his eyes jumped and burned.

Suddenly, a cold wind blew and extinguished the oil lamp in front of the prefectural table.

Prefectural Order: "Huh? With a sigh, he got up and closed the windows and doors. He returned to the table and lit the oil lamp again, and sat down with Yaohua again.

A cold wind blew out the oil lamp again.

The county magistrate got up and carefully probed the room, and found that the doors and windows were closed well, and there was not even a gap.

"Hey! It's really an evil door, this door and window are closed, where is the wind? ”

He went back to the table, picked up the match, and lit the fire. As soon as the fire flickered, a slender hand shone brightly.

The county magistrate was so frightened that he threw away the match, and the trumpet shouted: "Wow! There are ghosts! ”

The match fell straight down, but when it fell to the ground, it suddenly floated up again, and lit the oil lamp in a leisurely turn.

"You're afraid that you've done too much bad work, so you're always afraid that ghosts will knock on the door, right?" Du Heng held a match stalk in his hand and gently blew out the flames on it.

"You?" The county commander broke out in a cold sweat, "How did you get out of prison?" Someone's coming! Someone's coming! ”

Du Heng picked his ears, then looked at his fingertips, and said, "They can't hear it, I think you should save some effort." ”

The county magistrate fell on the table, he grabbed Yaohua and hugged it in his arms, ran to the door to open the door, but he dragged it for a long time, and the door was like sticking to the door frame, and he couldn't pull it at all.

"You, what kind of magic did you use? Hurry up and let the official out! Otherwise, it is ......" the county magistrate leaned his back against the door, his feet kicking desperately.

Du Heng walked slowly to the county order, bent down, faced the fat face of the county order, and said, "Otherwise, what?" ”

The county commander was in a hurry, and he pulled out Yaohua's sword hilt vigorously.

Du Heng smiled: "It seems that the eldest master has a bad memory, didn't I tell you that only the master can pull out this sword?" ”