Taiping Road, which is still not bad in Luoyang's capital, has a major case of rebellion overnight. In the past few days, Luoyang City has been a little nervous because of this prison that is about to rise. Whether it is the Yang family of Hongnong who has been in the imperial rank, the Yuan family of Runan who has four generations and three dukes, or the mansions of the big internal prisoners, they are all the guests at this moment, and even their family members are much more cautious than before when they go out and run.

In this depressing atmosphere where the wind is about to rise and rain is about to fall, it is still peaceful in a secluded old temple in the capital city. The smell of stability is as if nothing has happened in the world.

The magician who occupied the temple temporarily lived in the temple with a little background was now sent to the prison to handle the documents. However, since the second day after he responded to the Mao, the Hudun, who was ordered to handle the case, brought a group of his own servants to take over all the details of the case. Now Wei Ye has no documents to manage, and he is happy to have a leisurely life. Every day Shen Shi meets Luo Xia and sit in the prison for half a night, and occasionally brings some wine and food to get the prison guards, which is much more comfortable than the officials who have worked hard to ask about the case.

However, after the duty was paid, Wei Ye was busier than when he was in the imperial prison. His responsibilities were from the Han court, and his own affairs were the most important and he could not be relaxed.

Among the daily compulsory projects in which Wei Ye studied magic, there is now another special training for swordsmanship.

To be precise, it is a special swordsmanship with the characteristics of a spellcaster.

"Draw the sword!"

"Get out the sword!"

"Colle the sword!"

"Inshell!"

The girl's coding speed is very fast, but the real sword-practice may not be able to match the rhythm of the coding. With the sound of "drawing the sword", Wei Ye raised his wrist obliquely, and used seven points of force. Tao Qianjin on his shoulder was unsheathed. With the elastic force of the machine spring, he drew a bright red line in the air. The sword took the path of axe and slashed it down!

This sword move does not take the trick of becoming a clever way, but emphasizes the use of force and force to take advantage of the situation. It does have the style of the Mohist school citing the way of defending the city of machinery into the sword theory. However, this sword path that takes slashing as the top slash does not seem to be the bronze sword used in the Eastern Zhou Dynasty. Except for the sword cast by famous craftsmen and masters, ordinary bronze swords will definitely be scrapped after three days.

Wei Ye was not a study of martial arts and martial arts history, and this question passed in a flash. His left hand sword technique was vague, and the Tao Qianjin sword body was hidden with a light talisman, and the downward slash was constantly slashing. It fell straight downward, and the sword body entered the ground, almost without a handle...

"Oh...my waist..."

Wei Ye, who was in a position to deviate from the sword, also followed the sword of Guandi and rushed forward and threw himself into the ground.

Sima Ling, who was sitting under the eaves of the temple, looked unbearable and sighed with her eyes. Then she picked up the charcoal pen beside her and drew the last stroke of the seventeenth regular word she wrote on the wall: "Uncle's 85th experiment of using Mozi's sword technique and sword technique to form a fusion casting, but failed."

The main person who failed the experiment grinned, climbed up from the ground with his hands and feet, and stroked the sword technique toward Tao Qianjin's sword hilt. Then he grabbed the hilt with both hands, pulling it up like an old man pulling a radish. Perhaps it was because he had drawn the sword too many times before, but now he had experience. At the moment when Tao Qianjin was unearthed, he swung his body and stabilized his steps, looking like an experienced swordsman.

"The key is to practice more. The first five ways of Mozi's sword technique are all practical routines that are easy to use. I don't pursue the peak of swordsmanship. Thousands of people are fingers and tens of people are sealed. As long as I practice it to the point of being proficient, my body instinct will be successful."

Wei Ye knew his positioning clearly, but such words could not impress Sima Ling: "What I trained in this way is just like a dog under the conditioned reflex test of Professor Pavlov's family, right? Uncle, even if you can't be Linghu Chong, don't follow the role of Lu Dayou's level. It's really too unpursuing."

"Just talking about swordsmanship alone, let alone Lu Dayou, Lin Pingzhi, who has not learned the swordsmanship of evil, can beat me ten at one." Wei Ye shook his head, took out a piece of linen and wiped off the soil stained on Tao Qianjin. "After all, martial arts is just one sentence, which is faster and stronger. If there is a person who can throw an elephant and move like a storm, even if he doesn't understand martial arts at all, he can fight invincible hands in the world except those who play poison and those who play sword energy and palm power."

Although it sounds very reasonable, Wei Ye, a scholar who is just a rough swordsman who is not even a third-rate swordsman, makes such a high-level speech, which is very persuasive.

Sima Ling clapped his hands, picked up a Wuzhu coin washed with hot water from the wooden plate beside him and threw it into his mouth. He made a vague reply: "Come on Uncle."

Wei Ye nodded, held Tao Qianjin in his right hand, and inserted it into the bamboo sheath on his shoulder, then turned around and said, "Draw the sword!"

The sword came out three inches, but a knock sounded at the door. Wei Ye stuttered unhappily, put his sword back on the sheath, and asked loudly: "Who is it?"

However, the next moment he waved his hand to Sima Ling: "I don't know if it's Taiping Road coming to deliver the express delivery or the Northern Wei lieutenant came to pick up the water meter, so you can go into the alchemy room first."

Compared to Wei Ye's caution, the people who knocked outside directly reported the door, neither delivering express delivery nor picking up water meters. Instead, they had some acquaintances in this place:

"Mr. Wei, the little old man is in this place. Today, I took the liberty to bother you and asked me to open the door and let the little old man come in and talk?"

Wei Ye and Sima Ling looked at each other and felt a little strange. Ma Yu lived under the old locust tree a hundred steps away from the temple. He and his wife were in a slum and collected rent for the worker's worker. The old man was tall and had good legs. When the funeral of the capital, he had to have a coffin guide the funeral team. This old man was also a famous player in the rank of the rank, especially the ceremonies. Many wealthy families had to rely on his good voice for funerals. Wei Ye and Sima Ling settled in Luoyang for these days, and had also been invited by the old man to drink the settlement wine with several surrounding residents. However, Wei Ye spent most of his day wandering around the counties and counties in the capital, looking for trouble for those little monsters who had just become a climate, and did not walk with these ordinary families anymore.

Restraining his doubts, Wei Ye took Tao Qianjin back into the sheath, put it on the wall, half-pushed the door open, and looked out sideways.

The old man standing at the door had gray hair. I don’t know if it was the turbid crystal unique to the elderly or the cataracts. His pupils were pale brown-gray. When he saw Wei Ye, Lao Matou nodded and smiled and said hello: “Mr. Wei is indeed at home today, but he has entrusted the blessing of the old woman at home. Mr. Wei, the old man went to Jinshi to help people in the evening to disperse his blessings. He got a bottle of rice wine and two taels of meat. If the gentleman didn’t dislike him, he would go to the old man’s house tonight. What if he had a fight with the old man?”

The old man said intimately, but Wei Ye didn't look at him. He just looked over the old man's shoulder and saw a donkey cart parked not far away. There was an unpainted fir coffin on the cart, and a tall Cangtou led the donkey pulling the cart, and he couldn't stop looking at the old temple. Behind Cangtou stood a man and a woman, two young ghosts in their teens, all dressed in filial clothes, and it looked like a bad mood just by looking at it.

In this way, it is common for Wei Ye to walk around the world. In the past, the trend of annexation has become more and more prosperous. Families with permanent property have become tenants without permanent property. The tragic incident of family destruction is not news. However, the style of the master and servant three is different. The two little ghosts are fair in their faces, but they still look a little thin and inadequate. On the contrary, it is not enough that they are tall and tall, but the agile posture in their figure is hard to hide. Although the old man also has wrinkles on his face and hands, his limbs are long and powerful, just like a 17 or 18-year-old man. It is not that this old man is a martial arts master who is almost at the age of old and young, right?

Having a firm view in his heart, Wei Ye smiled lightly and clasped his fists at Lao Matou: "What are the words of the old man? Our uncle and nephew are here, thanks to your care. What are your instructions? As long as the young student can do it, there is no other word!"

Although the bearded clerk made a promise so affectionately, Lao Matou still hesitated and glanced backwards unconsciously. Then he made up his mind and said, "The old man said with shameless face. Mr. Wei, you know. This yard was originally a temple in Dongyue's father-in-law's temple, but the incense was no longer strong, so it was abandoned. To be honest, those who had returned home from the countryside to support their spirits could not find a place in the charity village outside the city, so they temporarily stopped the coffin here. Hi... The old man had no choice. The Qian family left two young and old ones. Now the city was searching for thieves and were not allowed to leave the city. They really had no place to stop their spirits. I... "

"Okay, OK," Wei Ye smiled slightly and stopped Lao Matou's next words, "Aren't you just lending my yard to help them stop their spirits? The place in front of my hall is spacious, so they can build a filial pilgrimage and bamboo poles first, and it won't be a problem for two days."

As soon as he said this, Lao Matou immediately looked moved, and he was in a panic to attract the two mourning children to kowtow to Wei Ye. Wei Ye was lazy and posed for some more. He just received a gift and waived the Qian family's thank-you money in front of Lao Matou. He then listened to Lao Matou's praise of "Mr. Wei is a kind gentleman" and let the second young family go into the yard.

After entering the courtyard, Wei Ye pointed at Sima Ling and the half-demon girl understood and pulled the hands of the two little ghosts and took them into the hall to drink sweet juice. Wei Ye looked at the Cangtou with his hands and carried the fir coffin from the donkey cart into the courtyard gate, and then unloaded the donkey and led it into the courtyard. Wei Ye waited for him to clean up everything, quietly picked up the Tao Qianjin leaning against the wall of the courtyard, and slowly stood behind Cangtou.

With a light "hiss" sound, Tao Qianjin was out of the sheath in an instant and slashed fiercely at the back of the Cangtou!
Chapter completed!