In the early morning, a faint mist rose from the sound of ancient bells. The flag of the restaurant flutters in the wind, and the three thousand smoke willows are flying, covering Qingdi Township in a layer of green shadows, and in the gap between the willows, there are faint green tiles and white walls. The smoke of the flowing water house rises, and the world is safe.

Su Qinghe opened his eyes, recovered from his clear thoughts, and reached for the swordside of the bed. Falling in love, this is also the name given by Su Changdi, when he was young, his grandfather often said, big boys, you have to endure great love, before you can take on a big responsibility.

At that time, I was ignorant, and when I think about it carefully, every word my grandfather said was a golden and jade word. Although the young Su Qinghe only remembered seven, seven, eighty, eight, or eight, he benefited immensely for the rest of his life.

Su Changdi, the seven-foot man who was full of amazing talent and hid the ravines of heaven and earth in his chest, also hung his waist and showed his ambitions in the temple. Later, under the city of Youzhou, he was defeated overnight, and the remnant sun was like blood, and he was no longer in love.

He was only a moment away from his life's long-cherished wish.

Su Qinghe sighed, got up and left the bed, put on the dusty green clothes, took Luo Qing behind him seriously, bowed a handful of water to wash his face, and pushed open the door. The sun is just right in the hospital, and the spring breeze is slightly cool.

In the middle of the small courtyard, the white-clothed layman was sitting on the sword box with his chest crossed, without saying a word. Su Qinghe frowned. This is the backyard of the county government, a resting place specially provided for distinguished guests, and Zhao Wu'an fought a lot, Su Qinghe suffered a lot, and he retreated here to recuperate, so it stands to reason that he will not be found so easily.

Many movements have become habitual, and when Su Qinghe reacted, his hand was already pressed on the hilt of the sword.

Zhao Wu'an looked impatient: "Gotta get it, I'm not here to fight with you." You haven't had enough of the pain last time?"

Su Qinghe was silent for a moment and said, "I have Tsing Yi's killing move, and I was indeed caught by you." But after a hundred moves, I could have used Tsing Yi again to look back, see through your moves, and then I could make three more changes, but the reason why I stopped was because the sword intent in your box was too strong, and my internal force was damaged. Now that I have been in retreat for five days, my injuries have healed, and I have improved my internal strength by fighting. One more battle, the outcome is still unknown. ”

Zhao Wu'an snorted, no longer hidden, and said happily: "Don't be self-righteous anymore, I really can't get used to you being like this, and you have the same virtue as your grandfather." In addition to the magpie tread branch that should have been given to you, there are also six swords in my box, and each sword can be controlled by qi when it leaves your hand. Not to mention the realm of internal strength, you can barely reach the six-grade gate with a sword, and I am already a master of positioning the three-grade on the rivers and lakes. Don't say it once, even if you look at Tsing Yi ten times, I'm afraid of you?"

Su Qinghe was stunned.

On the rivers and lakes, there is a set of rules for the positioning of one to nine products, although there are countless martial artists, but according to this set of rules, within the nine products, it is often maintained at about 10,000 people, and all of them are not in the stream. Not much has changed over the years.

As for the rules themselves, they are complicated, the ninth grade is about a sword that can enter a foot of solid wood, or a punch to penetrate three cooked cowhides, the eighth grade is to break the iron with iron, or break the iron rod four minutes thick with the bare hand, and the upper seven grades have different judging standards. From nine products to one product, the number of people is getting smaller and smaller, and there are only a dozen first-grade masters on the rivers and lakes, and there are less than fifty of the second-grade masters. There are less than 200 people in the third grade, and the total number of the first four is about 500. Zhao Wu'an claims to be the third product, so he will be ranked at least about two hundred on the rivers and lakes, and there will not be much deviation.

Although shocked by Zhao Wu'an's strength, Su Qinghe was still indignant: "If you slander the ancestors again, you don't want this life, and you have to fight to the death, and it will not be considered to humiliate the love behind you." ”

"Your grandfather thought he had exhausted all the organs, but he couldn't get around the path of the powerful. turned his head all his life, and only ended up with the useless title of a famous man in the Ten Kingdoms. Zhao Wu'an understood very well, and reached out to take out a flying sword from the box, "This magpie stepping branch should have been given to you." But I'll show you, I'm not that generous. ”

The body is one foot three, slender and slender, with a delicate hilt, and there is a faint unicorn stepping on the clouds. The body of the sword is decorated with flowing clouds from the dragon pattern, and at a glance you know that it is a Confucian sword.

Seeing that Su Qinghe was puzzled, Zhao Wu'an explained: "The name of this sword is to give it to your grandfather. It's a pity that the sword master had an accident later, and it came to me. ”

Su Qinghe was stunned: "The other swords in that box ......"

"Don't make any fools. Zhao Wu'an seemed to be really afraid that he would come to snatch love, so he quickly drove the magpie back to the box and carried it on his back, so he said without hurrying: "I came to you to ask for something." You should have an arrest warrant on you. ”

The arrest warrant of the Huaixi Road Jinglu Division is undoubtedly much heavier than that of this small county. Su Qinghe was stunned and puzzled: "What do you want an arrest warrant for?"

"I see that you fought and fainted for the honor of your grandfather. Today is the day to close the case!" Zhao Wu'an didn't have the consciousness of a layman, he treated Su Qinghe like a junior, and scolded him, "If you don't use your identity as a puppet to issue an arrest warrant, the county government will directly convict the green ghost! How can a person who can't even speak defend himself?"

"You mean, the green ghost is not a murderer?"

"No," Zhao Wu'an shook his head, "I already know who the murderer is, but now there is no evidence, and I need your help." ”

Su Qinghe inhaled deeply.

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Today is a very special day for the people of Qingdi Township.

The 15-day deadline is approaching, and the county lord has already issued a notice, and the closing ceremony of the mass grave case will be held early this morning, and the murderer will be dragged to the court. Now, the nine-foot-tall green ghost was firmly tied up and transported to the middle of the Dharma field by four officials, facing countless villagers who came to see the excitement, his eyes were not used to the daylight, and he was full of confusion.

There were still nearly two hours before noon, and the villagers had already surrounded the Dharma field. The relatives of several dead teenagers have already arrived, sitting on the inside of the venue, with a pergola above their heads to shade them. Duan Bangcai was still shaking the pear blossom folding fan, his clothes were fluttering, and the lady on the side supported her forehead with her hand, drowsy. Zhang Chen sat on Duan Bangcai's side, but he was reserved for a long distance, and Duan Bangcai laughed with her, but he also ignored it as much as possible. Going over, it was the Kong family and his wife, looking at the blue-skinned big man on the Dharma field.

This man is the murderer of their son?

The sundial turned slowly, finally pointing to noon.

The county lord, who only arrived with a stick of incense in advance, cleared his throat, and then took a big shot to stop the noise around him. The noise stopped, but the green ghost looked back at this side in confusion, and the county lord was so terrified that he shrank into the chair.

Several officials who were guarding the green ghost were familiar with his posture, and walked forward to knock and knock, and then pulled the green ghost back, with his back to the county master. Only then did the county lord have the courage to speak: "A few days ago, there was a tragic case in this county, Zhang Jinzhou, Kong Xiuji, and Duan Kexu, three promising young people, died tragically in a mass grave for no reason, and the cause of death was strange, and everyone in the township was in danger for a while. Fortunately, the county commander was not afraid of danger, calmly dispatched, and successfully discovered the ancient tomb hidden under the mass grave. However, since the suspect has been caught under the divine power of Su and Antihath, then the matter will naturally come to light, and everyone please look at the one in front of you——"

I couldn't think of any words for a while, and I was shocked again, slightly embarrassed in the empty court, and the county order continued: "-Suspect. ”

"It's true that the suspect is true, but it's not necessarily the real murderer. ”

A voice sounded from behind the crowd, and when everyone heard the sound, they turned around and saw the white-clothed monk with the box on his back, walking leisurely towards here.

The crowd consciously moved out of the way - this was certainly impossible. Behind Zhao Wu'an's lofty demeanor, or in front of him, it was An Qing who greeted everyone in Zhang Qingdi Township with a familiar face, and let the other side squeeze around, giving Zhao Wuan a road to the front of the county order.

When the green ghost saw Zhao Wu'an coming, he was very excited, and he twisted desperately to break free from the chains on his body. Zhao Wu'an smiled faintly at this powerful ghost, like a spring breeze.

He and the green ghost were five steps apart, but they stood together on the Dharma field. The county lord and nobleman are forgetful, obviously they don't remember this young man who has only had one side, and he squinted and found that An Guangmao's face was a little turbulent, so he didn't dare to drive away directly, and asked patiently: "What do you think of this descendant?"

Zhao Wu'an pointed at the green ghost: "He's not the real murderer." ”

Then he pointed to the parents over there, and said in a shocking voice: "Only one of the people sitting over there is the real murderer." ”