Taiping Road, whose reputation is not bad in Luoyang, has a major case of rebellion overnight, and in the past few days, Luoyang City has also been a little panicked because of this big prison that is about to rise. And whether it is the Hongnong Yang family who has been the emperor, the Runan Yuan family of the fourth and third dukes, or the mansion of the big internal eunuchs, they are all thankful at this moment, and even their subordinates and families are much more cautious than in the past.

In the oppressive atmosphere of the wind, rain and night, the old shrine in a secluded place in the capital gate was still peaceful, and the smell of stability was as if nothing had happened in the world.

Relying on the background of a little Shizhong Temple and occupying the temporary residence of this shrine, the immortal warlock who has now been sent is to take care of the documents in the edict prison, but since the day after he responded, Zhou Bin, who was ordered to deal with the case, brought a group of doormen who raised him to take care of all the details of the case. Since Wei Ye has no paperwork to manage now, he is also happy to be idle, and every day he welcomes Luoxia to the edict prison to sit for half a night, and from time to time he also brings some wine and food to marry those jailers, which is much more comfortable than the officials who work hard to ask the case.

However, after being on duty, Wei Ye was more busy than when he was on an errand in the Imperial Prison, the errand was from the Han Imperial Court, and his own affairs were the most important and could not be relaxed.

Wei Ye's daily compulsory program for studying magic is now a special training in swordsmanship.

To be precise, it's a special swordsmanship training with the characteristics of a spellcaster.

"Draw your sword!"

"Out of the sword!"

"Collect your sword!"

"Sheath!"

The girl's password is very fast, but the movements of those who really practice swords may not be able to match the rhythm of the password. With a sound of "draw the sword", Wei Ye's wrist was raised obliquely, with seven points of force, the peach daughter on his shoulder was suddenly unsheathed, and with the elastic force of the machine spring, a scorching red line was drawn in mid-air, and the sword took the road of axe splitting, and slashed down!

This sword move did not take the tricky and flamboyant way, but emphasized the strength and strength of the situation, and indeed had the style of the Mohist school invoking the way of defending the city into the sword theory. But this sword road based on chopping and chopping, no matter how you look at it, it doesn't seem to come from the Eastern Zhou Dynasty Momen - the Eastern Zhou Dynasty used bronze swords, except for the swords cast by famous craftsmen, ordinary copper swords are absolutely scrapped after three days.

Wei Ye also did not study the history of martial arts, and this question passed in an instant. The sword trick in his left hand was slashed, and the peach gold sword body was hidden with a light rune, and the downward slash was inexhaustible, so it fell straight down, and the sword body entered the ground, almost without a handle......

"Ah......h My waist ......"

For the sword momentum, Wei Ye, who was unstable in the lower game, also followed the sword of the ground to the street, and directly pounced on a five-body throw.

Sima Ling, who was sitting under the eaves of the shrine, couldn't bear to look at it, covered her eyes and sighed, then picked up the charcoal pen on the side and drew the last stroke of the seventeenth orthography she wrote on the wall: "Uncle Uncle's eighty-fifth experiment of using Mozi swordsmanship and magic kendo to integrate fusion and casting failed. ”

And the main owner, who failed in the experiment, grinned, got up from the ground with his hands and feet, and slashed the sword trick towards the hilt of Tao Qianjin, and then grasped the hilt of the sword with both hands, and pulled it up like an old man pulling a turnip. Maybe it was because he had drawn his sword and fallen backwards too many times before, but now that he had experience, the moment Tao Qianjin was unearthed, his body spun at the same time, and he stabilized his steps, and he looked like a seasoned swordsman.

"The key is to practice more, the first five ways of this set of Mozi swordsmanship are very easy to use in actual combat routines, I don't pursue any kendo peak, thousands of fingers, ten thousand seals, as long as you practice to be proficient, the body instinct moves with the moves, even if it is successful. ”

Wei Ye was very clear about his positioning, but this kind of statement couldn't impress Sima Ling: "This kind of training is just like a dog under Professor Pavlov's conditioned reflex test, right? Uncle, even if you can't be Linghu Chong, don't look up to Lu Dayou's level of bento role, it's really too unpursued." ”

"In terms of swordsmanship alone, not to mention Lu Dayou, Lin Pingzhi, who has not learned the swordsmanship of warding off evil spirits, can beat me ten at a time. Wei Ye shook his head and took out a linen cloth to wipe the soil on the peach gold, "In the end, martial arts is still the same sentence, more skillful, faster and stronger." If there is a person who can throw an elephant and move like a wind, even if he doesn't know martial arts at all, except for those who play with poison and play with sword qi, he can also fight invincible opponents all over the world. ”

Although it sounded very reasonable, Wei Ye, a scribe who was only a rough swordsman and was not even a third-rate swordsman, made such a commanding statement, which was very convincing.

Sima Ling clapped his hands, took a five-baht coin from the wooden plate beside him and threw it into his mouth, and replied vaguely: "Come on, uncle." ”

Wei Ye nodded, held the peach gold in his right hand, thrust it into the bamboo sheath on his shoulder, and then turned around: "Draw the sword!"

The sword came out three inches, but there was a knock at the door, Wei Ye snorted unhappily, returned the sword to the sheath, and asked in a loud voice, "Which one is it?"

However, he waved his hand at Sima Ling the next moment: "I don't know if Taiping Dao came to deliver the courier, or the northern lieutenant came to read the water meter, you go first and stay in the Dan room." ”

Compared with Wei Ye's vigilance, the person who knocked on the door outside reported the door directly, neither to deliver a courier nor to read a water meter, but to an acquaintance who had dealt with this place:

"Mr. Wei, Xiao Lao'er is the Li Zheng Ma Hao in this place, and today I took the liberty of bothering, please open the door and let Xiao Lao'er go in and talk, okay?"

Wei Ye and Sima Ling glanced at each other, and they both felt a little strange, here Zheng Ma Hao lived under the old locust tree a hundred steps away from the shrine, and Zhang Luo, his old wife with bad eyes, opened a large miscellaneous courtyard, collecting the rent of those working coolies. This old man is tall, his legs and feet are good, and when people go out of the funeral, they must have a coffin-leading bar-head Zhang Luo to command the funeral procession, this old man is also a famous hand in the bar-head line, and the elegy is especially sung well, and many rich families go out of the funeral, and they also have to borrow his good voice. Wei Ye and Sima Ling have settled in Luoyang for a few days, but they have also invited this old man and several surrounding households to drink the settlement wine. However, after that, Wei Ye spent most of his days wandering around the counties of Gyeonggi, looking for troubles with those little elves who had just become a climate, and he didn't walk around with these ordinary people much anymore.

Pressing the doubts in his heart, Wei Ye put the peach gold back into the sheath, put it on the wall, half-pushed the door open, and glanced out sideways.

The old man standing at the door had gray hair, I don't know if it was the cloudiness of the lens peculiar to the elderly, or the damage to his eyes, and his pupils were a godless brownish-gray. Seeing Wei Ye, the old pockmark nodded busily, and said hello with a smile: "Mr. Wei is really at home today, but he is blessed by the old woman at home." Mr. Wei, the old man went to the gold market yesterday to help people, and in the evening, he got a bottle of rice wine and two taels of sacrificial meat, if Mr. doesn't dislike it, he will go to the old man's house tonight, and how about having a couple of cups with the old man?"

The old man said affectionately, but Wei Ye didn't look at him, only looked over the old man's shoulder, and happened to see a donkey cart parked not far away. There was an unpainted cedar coffin on the cart, and a tall man led the donkey pulling the cart, and he couldn't help but look at the old shrine. Behind the cangtou stood a man and a woman, two teenage ghosts, both dressed in sackcloth and dressed as filial piety, and they were all unlucky just looking at it.

This kind of appearance, Wei Ye walked all over the place is also common, these years, the wind of mergers has become more and more prosperous, there are often cases of people with constant property becoming tenants without permanent property, and the tragedy of family destruction and death is not news. But the style of the three masters and servants is different, the faces of the two little ghosts are still white, but they still look a little thin and insufficient, but they are the gray heads, even if they are tall, the vigorous posture in the body is difficult to hide at all. Although this old man also has longevity wrinkles on his face, his limbs are slender and powerful, just like a seventeen or eighteen-year-old stick boy, it can't be that this old man is a martial arts master who has cultivated both inside and outside, and has almost gone to the realm of old and young, right?

With a fixed opinion in his heart, Wei Ye smiled lightly and hugged his fist towards the old man: "What does the old man say, our uncle and nephew have settled here, thanks to your old man's care." What do you always command, as long as Xiaosheng can do it, there is no other word!"

Although the bearded scribe played the ticket so affectionately, the old pockmarked head still hesitated, and glanced back unconsciously, then he made up his mind, gritted his teeth and said: "The old man is cheeky and open-mouthed, Mr. Wei, you know, this courtyard was originally the Dongyue Zhangren Temple, but then the incense was not prosperous, so it was abandoned." To say that I am not afraid of offending Mr., those who helped the soul return to their hometown in the past could not find a place in Yizhuang outside the city, so they temporarily parked the coffin here. Hi...... The old man also has no choice, the Qian family left two young ones and an old one, and now the city is searching for thieves, and they are not allowed to go out of the city, they really don't have a place to stop, I ......"

"Okay, okay," Wei Ye smiled slightly, stopping the old man's next words, "Isn't it just borrowing my yard to help them stop their spirits?" The place in front of my hall is spacious, let them first take straw mats and bamboo poles to build a filial piety shed, and it will not be in the way for two days." ”

As soon as he said this, the old pockmarked immediately had a touched look, and in a panic, he led the two children who wore filial piety over to kowtow to Wei Ye. Wei Ye was also lazy to make any more gestures, so he accepted a salute, and in front of the old Matou, he exempted the Qian family's thank-you money, and only then did he listen to the praise of the old Matou all the way "Mr. Wei is a benevolent gentleman", and let the old and young family into the hospital.

Entering the courtyard gate, Wei Ye pointed to the Dan room towards Sima Ling, and the half-demon girl had already understood, and took the hands of the two little ghosts and led them into the Dan room to drink sweet syrup. Wei Ye watched as the cangtou carried the cedar coffin on the donkey cart into the courtyard gate, and unloaded the donkey and led it into the courtyard.

"Hiss" sounded softly, and the peach daughter came out of the sheath in an instant, and slashed viciously towards the back of the pale head!