Lychee woke up the next day on the stairs on the shore, the pain in her shoulder that made her grin when she had just regained consciousness.

The clothes were torn, dark red blood stained a large patch, the wound was bandaged, and there was a medicine jar at his feet.

Squinting her eyes, Lychee staggered to her feet, she met Lu Ze last night, and was stabbed in the shoulder by the attacker, and then she fell unconscious.

I think it should be a wound that Lu Ze helped him deal with, but just throwing himself in this place is in line with his character.

Putting away the medicine jar, tearing the hem of the blouse, and tying the blood stains on the shoulders, such a distinct red color is easily reminiscent of something bad.

After eating a bowl of porridge and two steamed buns, Lychee Cassia went to the dock to take a look, one arm can still move, maybe there will be a little easier work.

"Uh......"

Lu Ze sat in the alley with his head propped up, and vaguely saw a dagger as thin as a fish intestine on the ground.

"Last Night......

There was pain in the scalp, this is the sequelae of drinking too much wine and eating too much Wushisan, in addition to physical discomfort, what happened last night is also a blank.

Lu Ze knew in his heart, this is the case with eating too many stones, don't say forget about yesterday, it is already light to be able to get up and walk today.

It's just this dagger......

Lu Ze's heart suddenly froze, and his eyes instantly cleared, didn't he meet the murderer in the city?

But why is he okay? Instead, the dagger remained, and the blood stains ......

In the alley, the scholar who had just woken up fell into deep thought.

In the Assassin's Mansion, early in the morning, the envoy of Wanzhou Jiedu received news that the murderer had been caught, so he hurried over.

As soon as I entered the door, I saw Thorn Shi pacing in the courtyard, and there were two unclothed corpses in the open space.

"Got it?" "Got it?"

Thorn Shi glanced at him and sighed: "Catch it, the city defense department who patrolled the night last night found it, it seems that it should be Dean Luo's hand." ”

"Hey, the Grand Master is worthy of being the Grand Master, but ......" the Jiedu envoy pointed to the corpse, "You like to strip the prisoners naked?"

Thorn Shi was stunned, and blew his beard angrily: "When the person was found, he was already dead, and after searching for a long time, there was nothing to prove his identity except for a few weapons." ”

"I have done a test and committed suicide by taking poison, I should have known that I couldn't escape from Dean Luo's palm, so I simply cut off the clue. ”

"Hmm...... Sure enough, it's a Jianghu person with his head tied to his waist, and it doesn't matter if he can't find his identity, at least brother, your position as a thorn in history has been kept. ”

Thorn Shi shook his head and sat in the gazebo beside him, the fish in the pond thinking they were going to feed, and gathered and roamed.

"Jiangnan has had many accidents in the past few years, and there has been no one to stop, so how can I go back to Beijing this year to report on my work?"

Like the history of the assassination, the festival makes this kind of feudal official, the chief official of a state, if there is no major event, he must return to Beijing every three years to report on his work.

In the same way, the feudal kings of various places also have to return to Beijing every three years to reunite with His Majesty's brothers.

Generally, it is at the end of autumn, after the end of the autumn examination in various places, and then rush out of Beijing in the New Year, and only those who are lucky and have good merits are eligible to spend the New Year in Chang'an City and participate in the holy banquet.

"Forget it, let's do it first, issue a notice that the murderer is caught, and then curfew for a few days. ”

Jiangnan County soon ushered in early summer, and the murderer had been arrested for some time, and the government said that the city defense department and Dean Luo cooperated to catch the murderer.

This is also confusing and confused, and the discerning person knows at a glance that the history of the assassin is the mountain that the great master invited out of the mountain.

Lychee is still moving goods at the dock, she has met Lu Ze a few times, but unfortunately the two of them are circled at the same time, Lu Ze said that it may be the two rescued by the great grandmaster Luo Xinghe.

The days have to go on, and Jiangnan has returned to the way it should be in a gentle township.

There is a girl who still disguises herself as a man to move goods at the dock, trying to save money to find her sweetheart.

There was a scholar who continued to do nothing, walking the streets and alleys, waiting for next year's Gongshi Spring Examination.

It's just that the one in Chang'an City was angry, Li Qinghe escaped, and although the people of Wudian succeeded in Jiangnan, they also fell into Luo Xinghe's hands.

He, the emperor of the Duan Dynasty, thought he was proud of a few good moves, all of which failed after encountering the rivers and lakes, how could he not make him angry.

The rivers and lakes can't stay!

Looking at the note in his hand, the emperor gritted his teeth and said, "Pay more attention!"

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Washing the sword pool, as the name suggests, in addition to their best of the sword master, the sword casting is also a good hand, I don't know how many people who use the sword dream of being able to get a sword washing pool Qingfeng.

It's a pity that in addition to the death of the owner and the lost sword-casting in the rivers and lakes, the sword-casting swords that are given out by the sword washing pool every year are counted on one hand, and sometimes even a few years can't come out, especially after Gu Juchen, the god of the snow sword, became famous, it is even more difficult to find a sword.

There are actually a lot of swords in the Sword Washing Pool, and the disciples each have one, but in addition to the famous swords that are famous in the rivers and lakes, they will follow the heads and elders from generation to generation.

The remaining ninety percent of the disciples cast swords, which will be broken after the death of the disciples, and the tip of the sword will be returned to the furnace to continue to be used, and half of the hilt will be buried in the sword mound.

I don't know how many broken swords there are in the sword mound now, and even the most knowledgeable elders of the sect don't know it.

Those who can enter look up, and can only see the endless reflection, and the sharp sword intent flowing beside them.

It is rumored that Gu Juchen had been in the sword mound for thirty-three days, during which the sword roared non-stop, the sword qi soared to the sky, and after leaving the mound, he entered the palace realm.

Now that summer has just arrived, the sword washing pool has released a word, saying that there will be seven new swords baked, and they will not lose the world's famous swords.

I don't know if it's just a lively, and if I know a little, I understand that this is a Jiazi planned by the sword washing pool, and it has gone through the hard work of three generations of sword casters.

Different from the Qingcheng Conference the year before, the Sword Washing Pool adopted the method of invitation this time, inviting all major sects and sword sects to watch the ceremony.

Although the news spread all over the rivers and lakes, the fluctuations caused by it were far less lively than the Qingcheng Conference.

Of course, in addition to the Jianghu sect, the people in the court who are hiding in the shadows must not be lonely, after all, His Majesty said that they should pay more attention.

Outside the mountain gate of the sword washing pool, a group of sixteen horsemen held the reins and looked up at the mountain.

Except for the leader, the rest of the disciples all have a little bit of competition in their eyes, they are all big factions with swords, and young people have their own young backbone.

This group of people is the East China Sea Sword Pavilion who received the invitation.

The leader was also Zhang San, who witnessed Li Qinghe's palm breaking the tide.

"Uncle Shi, I don't know if the Snow Sword God is not on the mountain this time. ”

Zhang San glared: "What should you do on the mountain?"

The disciple who thought that he was quick to speak was stunned, but he didn't expect that the master was not at all stepped.

"The person who uses the sword is the most jealous and impetuous, so ambitious, and returns to the back wall of the Sword Pavilion for half a month. ”

"Yes, uncle, I know it's wrong. ”

"Dismount and climb the mountain!"

Zhang San snorted lightly, and all the sixteen people walked up the mountain, and the accompanying Songguo'er secretly glanced at the senior brother who had just spoken, and shook his head.

The person who received everyone in the Sword Pavilion was an elder, and if Li Qinghe or Li Changan were here, they would recognize that it was the one who had attended the Qingcheng Conference at the beginning.

The two of them can be regarded as old acquaintances, and after a few words of greeting each other with thorns and thorns, everyone in the Sword Pavilion stayed.

After going around for half a month, all the guests invited by the sword washing pool arrived, and the sword viewing was also scheduled to start in three days.

At night, after dinner, the pine cones strolled alone on the mountain road.

Since Liu Yuchuan and the woman in white passed away one after another, and he left the foot of Qingcheng Mountain in the heavy rain that day, he has never smiled much.

With a withdrawn personality, he was not good at socializing when he entered the Sword Pavilion, and he didn't have any friends.

Although he didn't know why Senior Li didn't accept him as an apprentice, he felt that this was very good, at least he had misunderstood the Sword Pavilion before.

After I really came in, I realized that the rules of the Sword Pavilion were not ordinarily strict, if I had to have a comparison, that is, among the big factions with swords, the Sword Pavilion was like Qingcheng Mountain outside the square, with many rules and strict door rules.

And the Washing Sword Pool is more like Taihe Mountain, and the disciples I have seen are even more chic and casual, but it seems to be quite influenced by the Snow Drinking Sword God, and I don't know how many disciples regard it as a role model target.

Shaking his head, Song Guo'er walked towards his room, the others didn't want to think about it, his only goal now was to learn the sword, take the sword left by Liu Yuchuan, and learn the sword well.