On July 16, 498, the sky was bright and the rain was floating in the time and space, washing the gray bricks and red tiles and bluestone slabs of Qinglin Town. The first rain of the year was in this haze, and it was miserable and daunting in the cold silence.

At this moment, a woman's terrible shout resounded through the river front street in the courtyard of Liufu, and a few pedestrians holding oil-paper umbrellas on the front street immediately stopped to watch, looking at the still rich and magnificent gate of Liufu near or far, and a burst of panic rose in their hearts.

"Is this a dead man?

Dead or not dead don't know, after the time of tea, when a team of Wuhou broke through the rain and surrounded the gate of Liufu, the street in front of the river was already empty and nowhere to be seen, and a few food shops that had originally opened their doors were also re-closed and locked, completely eliminating the idea of still being able to get some business on this rainy day.

The chickens don't crow, the dogs don't bark, and the Wuhou who surrounds Liufu in the rain is a playful character who shouts and drinks on weekdays, and now everyone is holding their breath even if his body is gradually soaked. The dead silence outside the Liu Mansion made the hoarse cries in the mansion seem more and more noisy.

When Ouyang Jing took Qingyi and Qingliu into the gate of Liufu, the rain in the sky became denser and denser, and the people of Liufu gathered in a bunch in the east and a bunch in the west under the verandah outside the second gate, all of them looked in the direction of the back house, and their faces were at a loss for panic. Steward Fuquan was spinning in circles like a grinding donkey, and after seeing Ouyang Jing from a distance, he knelt on the ground with a "poof", and all the subordinates outside the second gate followed him in a mess.

Ouyang Jing was wearing a bright red skirt, and when the dense rain in the sky was about to fall on her, she was isolated by an invisible barrier, the bright red skirt was dry and gorgeous, but her face was cloudy as if covered with a layer of water vapor.

Shi Shiran walked in front of Fuquan, turned his head to look at the people kneeling under the verandah, Ouyang Jing turned his head to look at the wet gray hair on Fuquan's head, and the two thin eyebrows stood up.

"There are so many subordinates in Manchu, plus you old thing, so people have silently calculated your master. ”

"Tut-tut。。。。。 Ouyang Jing smacked her lips and shook her head gently, "It seems that the good days have been too long." ”

Ouyang Jing's tone was unhurried, and after the crisp two sentences were finished, the momentum of his body changed suddenly, and the rain above his head turned into a mist and condensed.

It was as if there were countless steel knives approaching in front of him, and Fuquan felt the coldness of his whole body, and the rain that fell on his hands and face was actually tingling. Holding back the fear that flooded his heart, Fuquan trembled all over, and slammed his forehead to the bluestone ground.

"Bang, bang, bang" After three dull sounds, Fuquan pressed his forehead tightly against the bluestone ground, and a wisp of dark red blood was diluted by the rain, and slowly fainted into a large pink circle.

Looking at the man in front of him who was begging hard, Ouyang Jing stretched his eyebrows and withdrew the qi that was released. There is really no need to waste much effort for a "mole ant", he beckoned, looked at Qingliu who was standing respectfully by his side, pointed to the people kneeling down in the verandah, and commanded lightly, "All of them will be sent to the mines." After speaking, he looked at the trembling Fuquan, and watched the big pink circle on the ground continue to blur and gradually approach his feet, raised his eyebrows in disgust, raised his feet to bypass Fuquan, and walked in the direction of the back house.

Knowing that he had saved an old life, Fuquan still clinged to the wet bluestone ground and did not dare to make a trace of movement, listening to the always arrogant Qingliu shouting at Wuhou outside the door to rush into the compound, after a messy sound, the entire front yard was only the sound of fine rain hitting the ground, only then did he breathe a sigh of relief, slightly raised his stinging forehead, and suddenly found that the backyard was also silent and there was no sound at all.

The inside of the secret room is still bright and dry, the only bad thing is that there is a strong smell of blood, Liu Shancai's concubines in the nine rooms were bombarded into the outer study, and sat on the ground with a heap, disheveled, unkempt and unkempt without the glamorous appearance of the past, one by one suppressed their breathing, and glanced at Liu San lying on the ground not far away in horror from time to time, and looked at the direction of the secret room uneasily.

Qingyi carefully looked at the wound on Liu Shancai's chest, raised his head and took a deep breath, in the strong smell of blood, after his nose moved slightly, he glanced at Liu Shancai's body, there was a small and small gray mark on the blue brick floor that was not noticed.

Bowing down and standing beside Ouyang Jing, who was speechless, he glanced at Ouyang Jing's cold face with frost, and Qing Yi pointed to the dark red on Liu Shancai's chest,

"The head of the family, Steward Liu and Liu San outside died at the hands of the same monk, looking at the shape of the wound, the murder weapon should be a short sword. ”

"Gladius?"

Ouyang Jing frowned as she listened to Qing Yi's judgment. There are no sword cultivation families and sects in Dongsheng Prefecture at all, and as for saying that the sword cultivators in Xifeng Prefecture will travel thousands of miles to kill a housekeeper in the middle stage of qi refining, Ouyang Jing will never believe that there is such a possibility.

Since it is not the sword cultivation of Xifengzhou, is it a few families in Dongshengzhou?

Ouyang Jing lowered her head and thought about it, then shook her head and felt that it was impossible at all.

The Tang family and the family have always had dealings, as for the Lin family, the head of the family is from the Tiancang Sect, and if he wants to embarrass a "watchdog" of the Ouyang family, he just comes to the door in a dignified manner, and there is no need to do black hands at night.

It seems that the one who killed Liu Shancai should be a certain money-hungry wild cultivator.

Ouyang Jing waved his hand to dispel some of the bloody smell that rushed straight to his nose, took two steps forward and approached Liu Shancai's body, ignoring Liu Shancai's frightened and anxious face after death, looked at his waist, and did not find the storage bag that this faithful housekeeper "old dog" never left his body, turned around in annoyance, and left the secret room without saying a word.

Qing Yi was stunned, subconsciously touched the storage bag on his waist, and without saying a word, he immediately respectfully followed Ouyang Jing out of the secret room, without telling Ouyang Jing from beginning to end, he faintly smelled a very subtle smell of wild honey in the secret room.

Only a person like him, who is good at private things, can tell that it is the smell of Shen Youmu after it burns.

Liu Shancai is dead, and there is no chance of finding the murderer, as for who used Shen Youmu in the secret room, Qingyi felt that it didn't matter at all.

Following Ouyang Jing out of the study, he turned around and glanced at the nine beautiful women huddled together, Qing Yi smiled coldly, turned back to Ouyang Jing respectfully and asked, "Family master, what about Steward Liu's concubine?"

Ouyang Jing turned his head to look at the respectful expression on Qing Yi's face, looked at the trace of coldness pursed out of his thin lips, and waved his hand a little annoyed. She knew Qingyi's selfish preferences, but she didn't care about the life or death of these women.

What she cares about is that an "old dog" with a handy hand has been slaughtered so inexplicably, and the important thing is that there are no two "grass return pills".

For a cultivator family that has only been standing for a hundred years, such a loss is not big to say, but in fact it is not small.

The more Ouyang Jing thought about it, the more annoyed she became, and she couldn't think of any way to deal with the wild cultivator who was floating in no fixed place, so she beckoned Qing Yi to come to her side, and commanded in a low voice, "Find someone to keep an eye on Fang Market and see if there is a monk who has made a move to "return the grass to the pill" recently."

Hearing the name of "Grass Returning Dan", the greedy look in Qing's eyes flashed, and he instantly returned to calm, and after nodding silently, he retreated behind Ouyang Jing carelessly.

Talking about better than nothing, he made arrangements, just hoping that Ye Xiu, who had killed the "old dog", would be able to make a move to "return the grass to the pill", Ouyang Jing didn't have any hope for this, looked up at the rain in the sky that had been sparse for some time, and his face returned with a cold calm.

Ouyang Jing's arrangement is indeed better than nothing, on Heqian Street, a hundred and ten steps away, the door of the smallest charcoal shop near the west side is closed, and Ye Xiu, who got two "grass return pills", did not know that the two vermilion pills in a small jade box were the elixir of prolonging life, he didn't even have the strength to find the small jade box now, all his strength had been completely consumed when he climbed into the small courtyard. Now Ye Bufan's body is leaning softly against the two wooden doors, his sternum is broken, there is a small depression on his forehead formed after the heavy blow, and the hole in the dantian of his abdomen has not shed a drop of blood until now, but only he knows that the kind of cold piercing pain seems to tear his waist and abdomen apart every moment.

Ye Bufan opened his blood-red eyes, and watched in a trance at the familiar scenery in the small courtyard covered with a faint layer of blood in the breeze and drizzle, and his last thought before passing out was extremely clear and confused.

How did I survive?