Cangzhou border.

Sword Slave City.

After the chaos of a month ago, the reconstruction of Sword Slave City is gradually on track.

Crumbling walls, burned buildings, and destroyed workshops all require a lot of financial and material resources to rebuild.

This expenditure alone will cost a million taels of silver.

And this is only part of the loss of the sword slave.

A large number of workshops were destroyed, the sword slaves fled, and the workshops controlled by the trading houses in the sword slave city were unable to deliver orders to buyers on time because of this change, and the losses had to be borne by Tianhang Mountain.

All of this added up, the losses brought by the rebellion of Sword Slave City to Tianhang Mountain were as huge as three or four million taels.

Not to mention the death of a Shenfeng town guard in battle.

The high-level of Tianhang Mountain was angry, and it was said that after hearing about this, the master of the sect summoned the old peak master of Ganquan Peak, who was already preparing to retreat into the background, into the mansion overnight, and pointed at the old peak master who was already over the age and scolded for a while.

Three hours.

The angry scolding in the sect's mansion stopped.

According to the disciples who were on duty outside the gate at the time, when the old peak master of Ganquan Peak came out of the Sect Leader's Mansion, his face was so blue that he could barely find any blood.

……

Zhou Qishen thought of those rumors, and his heart was secretly bitter.

He was just an ordinary disciple in Ganquan Peak, he didn't have much talent and ability, and he barely entered the inner door by relying on his family's relationship with the Zhou family who was in charge of Ganquan Peak.

Fortunately, he was clever and down-to-earth, and finally got Zhou Baohu's appreciation and was admitted to the inner door by the other party.

For a disciple of his calibre, it was a great blessing to be valued by a town guard.

So in the days to come, Zhou Qishen became more and more conscientious, thinking that no matter what, he would hug Zhou Baohu's thigh.

But who would have thought that he had encountered such a change, the Sword Slave City was broken, Zhou Baohu was also killed in battle, his only reliance was hopeless, and now there is still the crime of negligence in the Sword Slave City waiting for him.

If he is not careful, he will never recover.

"It's all here?" Just when Zhou Qishen secretly sighed that his luck was bad and his fate was uncertain, such an inquiry suddenly came from beside him.

Zhou Qishen was stunned for a moment, and after coming back to his senses, he hurriedly looked up at the man standing beside him.

The man is in his early thirties, born with sword eyebrows and starry eyes, and his instrument is magnificent.

He was wearing a black power suit, carrying two long swords on his back, the sword body was simple, although it was not unsheathed, Zhou Qishen could feel the sword intent overflowing from the scabbard.

Long Xiao and Chi Lian.

Those were two king swords from the Yaoguang Sword Pool.

For the disciples of Tianhang Mountain, it is not easy to get the favor of the spirit sword, but the man in front of him can be recognized by the two king swords, and his talent and heart are undoubtedly the assets of Tianjiao.

His name is Xiang An.

The leader of the younger generation of Ganquanfeng.

Zhou Sheng, one of the three major guards of Ganquan Peak, was a disciple of his own family.

It is said that this Senior Brother Xiang is still the same villager as the little uncle of Qingque Peak, and Zhou Zhenshou's precious granddaughter seems to be still in love with him.

Such an identity is definitely not something that Zhou Qishen can offend.

What's more, now Xiang An still has the letter of the peak master, and he was ordered to come here to investigate the rebellion in Sword Slave City.

It is no exaggeration to say that how Zhou Qishen lived in the second half of his life is all in the hands of the other party at the moment.

Zhou Qishen naturally didn't dare to slack off, and after being slightly stunned, he piled up a smile on his face, pointed to the group of people kneeling in front of him, and said, "Senior Brother Xiang, all the sword slaves who participated in the rebellion that day are here......

After saying this, Zhou Qishen glanced at the man cautiously, and saw that there was no sadness or joy on the other party's face, he was inexplicably a little flustered, and added: "We have interrogated many times, but most of them are just people who absconded with the rebellion, and they don't know who the mastermind is that day, and it is difficult to find valuable clues from them alone." ”

Hearing this, Xiang An glanced at Zhou Qishen sideways, and was noncommittal to his words, but turned his head and put the two Wang Jian behind his back that Zhou Qishen coveted on the desk, and then sat down on the seat that had been arranged.

He was not in a hurry to interrogate, but opened a piece of rice paper on the desk in front of him, Zhou Qishen hurriedly glanced at the disciple serving on the side, and the other party hurriedly studied ink.

When everything was ready, Xiang An picked up the pen, looked at the sword slaves in the audience, and said.

"Tell me, what do you know?"

"As long as it's useful, no matter how big or small, I can let you live."

……

Xiang An didn't distrust Zhou Qishen, in fact, the sword slave had such a big disaster, Zhou Qishen wanted to make meritorious contributions, the only way was to find out the whole story, before he arrived, he could think that in order to pry open the mouths of these sword slaves, Zhou Qishen must have exhausted all methods.

Interrogating these sword slaves again was just out of Xiang An's habit.

He likes to listen to the dictation himself and then write things down on paper himself, a process that gives him peace of mind and captures the details that he might have missed.

There were more than 30 sword slaves who were captured, and after asking them one by one, the time was almost evening.

As Zhou Qishen said, there is not much information that can be obtained.

All the key points are focused on the group of sword armor remnants who are imprisoned in the sword slaves.

Zhou Yue, the son of Zhou Baohu, had been to the gathering place of the group of sword and armor remnants on the day of the incident, and then reappeared, and it was already a corpse.

The rebellion was clearly related to the remnants of the sword armor.

But this group of people have been locked up in Sword Slave City for so many years, and they have not set off any waves, and they can't do such a big thing on their own.

According to those sword slaves, before Zhou Yue arrived, there was still a group of people who had come to the place where the sword armor remnants were located, and this group of talents was the key to everything.

The surviving records of entering the city were consulted, but there were no suspicious people.

Obviously, the group of uninvited guests deliberately used a false identity, and it is probably impossible to investigate from this line.

The remnants of Kengaku Castle......

Xiang An wrote these words on rice paper, his pen was slightly paused, and his brows furrowed.

Kengaku Castle.

It wasn't an unfamiliar name to him, but he didn't want to remember it too much.

He sighed and rubbed his brow.

Seeing this, Zhou Qishen, who was serving on the side, also knew that this senior brother had encountered the same problem as him, so he didn't dare to say anything, just lowered his head and waited carefully.

"It's been really eventful lately...... Xiang An suddenly sighed

。

Calculated carefully, he hadn't returned to Tianhang Mountain for two months.

Tianhang Mountain has a close relationship with the imperial court, and the divine peaks under it also have a lot of cooperation with various departments of the imperial court.

Ganquan Peak, where Xiang An is located, has had frequent contacts with the Prison Heaven Division recently, and several changes related to the gods in southern Xinjiang have been handed over to Ganquan Peak, and after several changes of hands, this errand finally fell into the hands of Xiang An.

The revival of Lu'er Mountain and the arrival of the gods outside Wancheng, Xiang An took people on a trip, but there was almost no gain to speak of.

It was not easy to return to the sect, but he received the news of the rebellion in Sword Slave City, and was asked by the peak master to come to investigate the matter thoroughly, and a lot of things made Xiang An a little exhausted.

He still didn't have a clue about it, so he wrote the matter of Luer Mountain and Wancheng on rice paper.

The revival of the desolation of Lu'er Mountain made a lot of noise, and the residual divine aura was very majestic, but the desolation was nowhere to be found, and he found the breath of other gods at the scene, and the number varied, far more than thinking that the gods had descended on that place, but the source of it seemed to be related to the ancestral spirit of Long Xiangwei.

The matter of Wancheng is even more evil.

A disciple of Tianhang Mountain was expelled from the division, so he was bewitched by the evil god outside the territory, slaughtered hundreds of people in the entire family, and two Jinwei of the Heavenly Prison Division died there, but the evil god outside the territory was nowhere to be found.

This matter involved several disciples of Tianhang Mountain, Xiang An was going to investigate it well, but he didn't want a big mess in Sword Slave City, so he could only hand over the matter to a few senior brothers and disciples in his companionship, and he hurried to Sword Slave City.

In addition to these sect tasks, Xiang An also had a private matter that made him distressed......

Pu Zijin, the magistrate of Shuiyang City in Duzhou, died.

One is the leader of the younger generation of Tianhang Mountain, and the other is the magistrate of the small town of Duzhou.

The identities of the two seem to be incompatible.

But Xiang An knew that Pu Zijin's true identity, he and himself were the same as the little uncle of Qingque Peak, they were all old people in Wuling City.

His death made Xiang An a little uneasy.

He looked at the several things densely recorded on the rice paper, each of which had no clue, and each one made his head big.

Thinking of this, Xiang An sighed again.

In the midst of distress, there was a sudden noise outside the door.

"Girl! This is the Castle Lord's Mansion! Don't mess around! ”

"Where is this girl going, can you still stop it? I don't care about you! ”

The noise brought Xiang An back to his senses, and he raised his head to look at the place, his brows furrowed, and his expression seemed to be displeased.

Zhou Qishen, who had been serving carefully on the side, was stunned when he saw this, so as not to annoy Xiang An, he hurriedly walked towards the direction of the mansion, wanting to stop the inappropriate noise.

But as soon as he took a step, the door of the mansion was pushed open, accompanied by the figure of the disciple guarding the gate flying upside down.

Zhou Qishen was shocked, and hurriedly stretched out his hand to catch the figure of the disciple who flew out, and then he looked at the girl who was walking into the mansion with an angry face, and scolded angrily: "You are ......"

But as soon as the words came out, the girl didn't pay attention to herself at all, but looked at Xiang An sitting on the door of the mansion with a look of surprise.

"Brother Xiang An! Sure enough, you're here! ”