It is also the name of an ordinary deaf-mute woman who lives with him.

They were all crippled beggars on the streets of Chang'an.

So...when did his heart start to become cold?

Ajie was silent, hugging the sword tightly in her arms, and had no answer.

Ajie only knows that since she lost the "Gui Niang" and fell from the sixth grade to the seventh grade.

He could no longer let go of the new sword in his arms.

I can't let go anymore.

At this time, the sound of children playing was heard.

A little boy with missing arms and a deaf-mute girl with a runny nose were playing happily and trotting past the one-armed Ajie.

Two disabled children used a bamboo pole as a horse to ride together, seeming to be playing the bamboo horse game popular among country children.

The laughter reached the ears of Ajie, who was holding the sword.

Ajie's eyes didn't look at them, but silently fell on someone in front of them.

"Lord County Magistrate, please..." "Okay..."

The young magistrate had penetrated ten feet around him, and even Ajie could clearly hear the young magistrate's voice through the lively noise around him.

This voice... was unmistakable. It was the young man who had handed him coins in the dark alley and showed concern and advice.

Ajie sat on the stone bench, silently holding the sword, and he confirmed again.

At this moment, Ajie saw that the young magistrate named "Ouyang Rong" seemed to have noticed him after he approached. The young magistrate's eyes showed some surprise and joy, and he turned towards him who was about to unsheath his sword.

He walked over quickly and waved hello calmly:

"Hey, you...you are here as expected. By the way, do you still remember me? We met once."

We only met once, but this young county magistrate who was busy with everything still remembered him... Ajie pursed her lips.

His body became more and more tense as he sat on the stone bench, and he hugged the sword tightly in his arms.

The swordsman's eyes seemed to be swaying for a moment as his body trembled.

But the next second.

Ajie's body suddenly relaxed, and her eyelids drooped like a sick tiger.

Before a top qi practitioner charges up his strength to draw his sword or strikes, he will never tense up and stiffen his muscles like a boxer in the market.

Rather, the whole body is in a state of relaxation that seems to be tight but not tight, and seems to be loose but not loose.

One blow is a full-strength kill.

He is a good official, Ajie decided...

No beheading,

Leave the whole body intact.

With an end to hesitation in her heart and a complete decision, Ajie relaxed her whole body, and the cloth-wrapped sword in her arms became looser.

He nodded slightly towards Ouyang Rong, who was walking towards him, as if waiting for a greeting and response, waiting for Ouyang Rong to come to his door.

finally,

Ouyang Rong came within three steps, which was the best distance for drawing a sword.

But what was a little strange was that Ajie noticed that Ouyang Rong's footsteps turned slightly to the left and bypassed the stone table. It seemed that she... recognized that the sword in his arms was a sword, so she realized the danger and ran away?

Unfortunately, it's too late.

Ah Jie, whose muscles were all relaxed, looked extremely calm. He easily raised his hand and pulled out...

In an instant, a look of fear and astonishment burst out from the eyes of the one-armed swordsman, just like thunder rising from a flat lake, setting off waves of waves.

His muscles, which were originally relaxed, suddenly became tense.

Just like a bow with a fully loaded arrow and full of tension, the arrow shaft will leave the string and run away in the next second.

That's right, it's a run away, a run away regardless of one's own safety!

But even though Ajie was as frightened as a tsunami in her heart, her body in reality did not dare to move at all.

With his Qi locked by someone else's close approach, he sat on the stone bench obediently. His face and body were like a newly carved marble statue, fresh and stiff.

Ajie watched helplessly as Ouyang Rong walked around him and walked towards another stone table very close to his side and behind.

Under the warm sunshine near noon, Ouyang Rong stopped in front of the table, smiled and asked loudly:

"Long time no see, you should still remember me, right?"

In front of this stone table, there was a slender girl wearing a blue and white plain skirt sitting alone at the table.

She had a pair of eyes that were like autumn water in a stream. At this moment, her long eyelashes fluttered and she tilted her head slightly, as if in a daze, without replying.

Also... speechless.

The slender girl's right hand, which was placed on the stone table, was missing a little finger.

After Ouyang Rong arrived, her slightly bent fingers that were holding the table shrank into her plain white sleeves, as if she wanted to hide them.

It turned out that when Ouyang Rong entered the courtyard, he did not recognize at first sight the young man with a broken arm, Ajie, whom he had only met once in a dark alley.

Instead, he recognized another old acquaintance from the Beitian Almshouse—a mute girl with a severed finger whom she had spent time with in the Pure Land Palace.

"By the way, you...do you have a name?"

In front of the stone table, Ouyang Rong bent slightly to ask, and then paused in his words, as if he found that asking a mute her name was a bit too much.

He smiled apologetically, straightened up involuntarily, looked around, and murmured curiously:

"Well, that old Taoist priest wearing a crane cloak should be here too..."

Facing Ouyang Rong's close approach to talk to him, the slender mute girl lowered her head. For a moment, her hands had nowhere to rest. She took them back from the table, and her hands were lowered by the sides of her slender body.

Seems a little introverted and reserved.

At this moment, behind the gentle and kind Ouyang Rong, a certain swordsman from Chang'an was stiff and did not dare to move at all.

And this slender mute woman never looked at the latter from the beginning to the end.

Facing Ouyang Rong's curious eyes.

The mute girl lowered her head deeply, not daring to look at Tan Lang.

Next to another stone table.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Ajie finally dared to move a little.

He slowly turned his head and looked at the slender mute woman beside the stone table behind him with a stiff face.

I don't know when this woman appeared and sat not far behind him.

He hadn't even noticed it before.

As a swordsman who has vaguely touched the threshold of high-grade swordsmanship, within ten steps of his body is the absolute territory that can make the enemy's head roll.

But at this moment, someone came in uninvited.

In other words, he is now in her absolute realm.

When you come to visit, you are mainly a guest.

Ajie broke into a cold sweat.

From the corner of my eye, I could see clearly.

The slender mute woman has no sword and nothing on her body.

But the one-armed swordsman who fell to the seventh level but was almost invincible at the same level had his hands hovering in mid-air trembling.

He didn't dare to touch the copper-colored hilt of the sword in his arms.

Ouyang Rong may not be able to see anything.

I even feel that the profile of the slender mute woman in front of me in the sun is very delicate, clean and comfortable. She belongs to the kind of weak and attractive type that is not too stunning at first glance, but makes men want to see her more and more.

It also evokes a strong desire for protection, without the slightest hint of threat or murder.

But in the eyes of swordsman Ajie.

Just sitting there quietly, she was the sharpest sword in the world.

There is no scabbard in the world that can hold it.
Chapter completed!