Halfway up the mountain, in front of the ruins of the A-shaped sword furnace house.

Liu Zilin and a dozen servants in green clothes surrounded A Qing and tortured him with fierce faces.

Ah Qing is speechless.

"Playing dumb?"

Liu Zilin sneered.

A sharp blade was placed on the girl's delicate neck.

"Give it to him." Ouyang Rong stood in the distance and suddenly said: "Ah Qing, if you brought it, give it to him."

"But sir, the old uncle asked us to keep it safe..." Ah Qing said weakly.

"Idiot, this is a source of disaster."

Ouyang Rong closed his eyes and murmured, then opened his eyes and looked at the messy ruins nearby, at the top of the mountain in the distance, and at the people who were beaten to death at the bottom of the mountain.

There are also tragic lines of smoke in the distance in the mountains in the direction of Dickong Gate.

He took a deep breath:

"To this day, we know that most of the disasters in our Dragon City were originally caused by this tripod sword. Now that the sword is ready, let's... don't let them fight. If they want to fight, let them fight, and the fight will be bloody.

, take it away from Longcheng, let’s go home, Ah Qing.”

Ah Qing stared blankly at the old man who looked tired, and nodded gently, "Okay, Master."

Ouyang Rong immediately turned his head and said to Liu Zilin:

"Liu Zilin, I can give you the things, but you must let her go. Anyway, she has no use value to you."

Liu Zilin looked sideways and said:

"Tell me the conditions? Ouyang Lianghan, are you mistaken? The person is in my hands now. If she doesn't give it to me, I can still find a way to get it."

Ouyang Rong smiled and said:

"No, no, no, you made a mistake, Liu Zilin, this is not a condition, this is a gift I give you, and I will give you a chance to escape unscathed with great mercy.

"If your guess is correct, you are carrying Mr. Wei back now, right? Are you carrying him to find the True Cauldron Sword left by the old gentleman?"

Liu Zilin's expression changed, and then quickly returned to normal, "What are you talking about? I don't understand."

Ouyang Rong glanced at Liu Zian's body in the distance, raised his chin, and gestured:

"You couldn't have belatedly discovered that there was really no sword in the sword box that the old man gave Wei Shaoxuan, so you turned back and wanted to retrieve the real 'pretend object' and present it to him, right?

"Oh, then why didn't you remind Wei Shaoxuan earlier and why are you sneaking back here alone?

"Besides, I was wondering just now. Why did Wei Shaoxuan ask you to execute someone? What did you do to delay the execution, overtly or covertly? Now it seems that you are afraid that A Qing will die and you will no longer be able to find any clues about the true tripod sword.

"Liu Zilin, Ninth Grade, Sword Technique, True Name, before I know it, I'm just short of the last step. You've been planning so hard."

Ouyang Rong sighed.

Liu Zilin stared at him, did not answer, and said coldly: "What exactly do you want to say?"

"Now there are two ways for you."

Ouyang Rong looked calm and raised two fingers:

"This is a dead end. I will immediately turn around and run down the mountain, calling for reinforcements from Junior Sister and Liu Lang. It will take about two-quarters of an hour to go back and forth. During this time, do whatever you want, run as far as you can.

"Whether you can evade a seventh-grade Qi practitioner, the siege of thousands of pursuing soldiers, and the anger of the Wei family who may find you being tricked at any time... it depends on your own life."

"There is one more way to survive that I have given you. You can get the things, let A Qing go, get out of here, and never come back to Dragon City. I can also be merciful and not tell Mrs. Wei that you cut off the Hu Ding Sword."

Liu Zilin suddenly grabbed A Qing's hair, and the skin of her neck was faintly cut with a bloody line by the sword edge. His expression was vicious:

"The hostages are in my hands, why should I choose? Ouyang Lianghan, are you crazy?"

"Then it means choosing a dead end? Okay."

Ouyang Rong turned around and left without looking.

Before he had taken a few steps, Liu Zilin's slightly anxious voice came from behind him:

"Ouyang Lianghan, her brother died for you! Don't you save her?"

Ouyang Rong didn't look back and waved his hands casually:

"Ah Shan made her own choice. Please keep the whole body so that I can piece it together and bury her together with her brother. I will shed more tears at the funeral, and I will still be a good official with love and righteousness in everyone's eyes."

"It's just a pity that Mr. Liu, your reputation is too bad. Weeping for you won't improve your reputation. Wait, it would be good to flog the corpse in public. Yes, that's a good idea."

"You hypocrite! Despicable villain!"

"Thanks for the compliment."

"You...you stop!"

Ouyang Rong reluctantly stopped. After taking the initiative, he did not smile and asked seriously:

"Young Master Liu, have you thought clearly?"

The moonlight sword in Liu Zilin's hand was still pressed firmly against Ah Qing's neck, but the expression on his face was uncertain, and he suddenly said:

"You really don't care about this girl? I don't believe it."

Ouyang Rong nodded calmly:

"I care, but it's best if I can save him. If I can't save him, he still has to take my life. It's not worth it.

"Hurry up and decide, Liu Zilin, don't worry about my mother-in-law. If you think you can break my defense by killing her, you can give it a try. How about you perform a skinning for me in public? Remember to start from the top of the head."

Liu Zilin lowered his head and said to Ah Qing, who had a haggard face: "Did you hear what he said? Don't you have anything to say?"

"I heard it." Ah Qing lowered his head and said, "The slave family has a low life, so of course the exchange is not worth it."

The corners of Liu Zilin's eyes twitched, and his eyeballs rolled, with a dubious expression.

For a moment, I was a little unsure whether the two guys, the older one and the younger one, were playing him, or in other words, how much of what they were playing was real and how much of it was fake.

But he still has a way to go, so there is no need to gamble for the time being.

"The second way is not impossible, but why should I believe you?" Liu Zilin suddenly stared into Ouyang Rong's eyes, questioningly.

Unexpectedly, what Ouyang Rong blurted out immediately caused him and his subordinates behind him to choke on the spot.

"My, Ouyang Lianghan's credit is not better than that of your Liu family?"

Ouyang Rong had a strange look in his eyes. He looked Liu Zilin up and down, seemed to be amused, and directly suggested:

"Why don't you choose the first way? When you go down, ask your eldest and second brother how my credit is, Ouyang Lianghan. When did I not follow the procedures to deal with them openly and openly? Then ask about the conspiracy and tricks. It's all the same.

Who’s playing?”

Liu Zilin was speechless.

When Liu Ziwen was assassinated in the street, Liu Zilin's first reaction was to doubt his second brother and others, and subconsciously eliminated Ouyang Lianghan.

Sometimes, even sworn enemies have to admit that the other party does uphold worldly justice.

You can laugh at the other party as a hypocrite, but...you can't deny the other party's actions all along.

"I believe you for now." Liu Zilin lowered his eyes and snorted coldly.

The two of them temporarily reached a consensus and swore an oath to heaven. Although it was not binding, it was necessary to go through a formality.

After swearing, Ouyang Rong and Liu Zilin looked at Ah Qing together.

"give him."

Ah Qing glanced at the master with a calm face, not knowing that Ouyang Rong's palms were covered with sweat under his calm expression, and he was always paying attention to Liu Zilin's subtle expressions out of the corner of his eye.

The girl lowered her head and rummaged through her sleeves with her little hands. Finally, under Liu Zilin's hot gaze, she silently took out a paper-folded blue butterfly flower.

It was exactly the one that the old swordsmith sent to Meilu Garden.

Ah Qing has been keeping it close to his heart.

"Is this what the old gentleman gave you? A real 'pretentious thing'?"

Liu Zilin grabbed it with his hands and stared at the blue butterfly paper flower with burning eyes.

"Yes." Ah Qing whispered: "The old uncle also asked someone to say that this thing is called 'craftsman'."

"I know this!"

Liu Zilin's face turned red, and he tried hard to suppress his tone, seeming to say to himself:

"It is precisely because this gift is exactly the same as Dingjian's real name that I suddenly remembered this 'little thing' reported by my subordinates when I was supervising Meiluyuan! I didn't have any doubts at first, but now it seems...

"Old sir, old sir, who would have thought that the tripod sword was not forged today at all. You hid the tripod sword long ago and secretly sent it away to Chen Cang!

"You gave the tripod sword to this little girl. In addition to her being a powerful person, you also wanted to repay Yunmeng Jianze's favor, right? Not only did you give back a tripod sword, but you also sent a Yue Yue with unlimited potential.

Girl, you really kill two birds with one stone.

"Old sir, you are really hiding your thoughts. Both Liu Zian and Wei Shaoxuan were deceived by you. You chose the first sword master of this tripod sword long ago..."

Liu Zilin murmured to himself, reaching into his arms to take out a Buddhist scripture, lowering his head and letting out a hoarse laugh:
To be continued...