A girl with an oil-paper umbrella tied with a waist was riding a small white horse and slowly walking through the forest path.

The girl seems to be in her 29th year, with black hair like a waterfall, sweet appearance, the pupils in her beautiful eyes are like light glass, and there seems to be a soft moon hidden between her eyebrows, and her smile is like a flower. But the only thing that is a little beauty is that on her fair and sweet face, there are a few small freckles that are not very conspicuous.

The horse's hooves stomped off, shaking off the morning rain and dew, and a towering city with dragon energy and wind flowing together was already far away.

Liudu, Jinling.

"I finally arrived in Jinling." Gongsun Shilian pulled the reins, let out a "whip", and found a piece of brocade paper from her waist, with a map of Jinling painted on it.

But before she could take a few glances, she felt dizzy.

For a road idiot, maps are like books of heaven. In her opinion, the names of buildings marked by those interlaced streets are much more terrifying than the six books, four tricks, three pillars, and five constants that my mother taught her when she was a child.

Gongsun Shilian knocked on her forehead helplessly and looked at the fork in front of her.

Suddenly, she heard the ticking sound.

The ticking sound was very delicate, soft and continuous, with frequent rains, but no rush of sudden rain. Gongsun Shilian raised her head, but saw Li Kong as if she was washing, without a trace of rain, and she couldn't help but feel confused. She quickly turned her head and looked around, but found a dense bamboo forest to the west.

The morning breeze blows gently, swaying bamboo leaves and falling from the morning dew, and it sprinkles softly on the ground, and the ticking sounds like rain falling.

She saw a small building through the cracks of the bamboo.

"If someone lives here, it's better to ask for directions." Gongsun Shilian said, then gently shook the reins and headed towards the small building.

When Gongsun Shilian walked to the front of Xiaozhu, she found several people surrounding the courtyard gate of Xiaozhu.

"I heard that Lao Jian's sword was destroyed yesterday."

"What did you say? But then again, isn't the things hidden in his small building all scrap copper and iron? The one who destroyed his sword was crazy, and he didn't even let the broken sword go."

"Oh. Brother, you don't know. It's true that the old sword hides mostly scrap iron swords that no one wants, but you don't know that he recently spent a lot of money to buy a good sword from someone else, and the one that was destroyed this time was exactly that good sword..."

"Then... I can only say one pity. It's just that Lao Jian loves Jian as his life. For this reason, he even changed his name to "Lao Jian". I don't know if he can recover after this blow..."

Gongsun Shilan heard the discussions of those people and forgot to ask for directions for a while. She hurriedly carried an umbrella and rolled over and dismounted, and squeezed into the crowd.

The folk customs of the ancient capital are simple. If you meet an ordinary woman, you will deliberately keep a distance. When you meet someone who looks sweet like Gongsun Shilan, you will consciously give in. She quickly squeezed out of the crowd and came to Lao Jian.

I saw Lao Jian sitting on the steps, crying loudly with two pieces of broken swords in his arms, and there were several people around him comforting him.

Gongsun Shilan nodded gently to the people who were comforting Lao Jian and looked at Lao Jian. Lao Jian seemed to have not been asleep all night, his eyes were covered with blood. After seeing the two broken swords that Lao Jian was holding, his hand holding the umbrella couldn't help but slip and almost fell to the ground.

"Please beg me. I will help you find the real murderer." Gongsun Shilian sighed with a smile, "I wonder if uncle still remembers the characteristics of that person?"

"That man lied that he was from Mingjiange, and then destroyed my sword..." Lao Jian took out a token and handed it to Gongsun Shilian.

"Famous Sword Order?" Gongsun Shilan took the token and recognized it at a glance. She couldn't help but hug the oil-paper umbrella in her arms.

"The man had a wine gourd hanging from his waist, and a cloth bag on his back..." Lao Jian was still talking endlessly, as if he was treating Gongsun Shilan as a savior.

"Wait! Wine gourd!" A loud voice interrupted the old sword.

The person who spoke was a middle-aged man with a dazed look and water stains remained on his pants. It seemed as if he had been frightened before. As long as a gust of wind blew up, the man would be worried about being afraid for a while.

Seeing that his eyes were all focused on himself, he calmed down a little, "When I talked about wine gourds, when I went to the Snow Moon Tower in Jinling City last night, I saw a boy. He sat in the corner, neither watching women nor listening to music, and was drinking with the gourds there. I was very curious at the time, so I talked to him a few words, and he...and he..."

The man was gradually panicking, Gongsun Shilian quickly raised his right hand and activated a gentle internal force to calm the man's emotions, "And what's wrong with him?"

The man whispered, "And he said, he was here to kill someone... By the way! When he said this, his eyes turned red!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the man went crazy and ran outside the Xiaozhuyuan while calling him to his parents.

The whole house was in an uproar.

"Red Eyes...Broken Sword..." Gongsun Shilan suddenly felt uneasy in her heart.

"Female hero, you must make the decision for us!" Lao Jian kowtowed, "The resurgence of the Burial Sword Villa is related to the safety of Jiuzhou!"

Gongsun Shilian said, "However, you must be the one who buried Jian Villa? It was wiped out nineteen years ago."

"But..." Lao Jian hesitated.

Gongsun Shilian smiled and comforted, "Okay, okay, I already have clues now. I will definitely help you catch the real murderer who destroyed your sword. Please relax."

Gongsun Shilian said, leaving with an umbrella. Everyone watched her turn over and leave.

Until Gongsun Shilan's back was lost, a person beside Lao Jian said in surprise: "You just called her a female hero?"

Lao Jian put away his sad face just now, "Is there anything wrong with it?"

"No matter how you look at this little girl, she looks like an ordinary passerby who loves to brag. How could she catch the real murderer? She has done too much of a hero dream."

"No," Lao Jian said firmly, "She has a sword."

"I...did I forgot to ask for directions?"

At this time, Gongsun Shilian had already galloped for a while and came to a fork again. She looked at the fork, scratched her head, and looked back at the way she had walked, but found that she had forgotten even the way back to Xiaozhu.

"Oh, I can only walk forward with my teeth." Gongsun Shilian gently shook the reins and walked towards one of the small paths of sheep intestines.

The path is covered with weeds, deserted and rarely visited, and there are no traces of birds and beasts.

Gongsun Shilian was driving forward slowly. Suddenly, a boy appeared in her sight. A table was placed in front of the boy, and a flag was standing next to the table.

The flag reads: "A Fei guides the way, and the old man is free, and he is once a piece of paper."

"Dare to ask where the road is? The road is just below!" The young man also saw her, "Girl, do you seem so confused, are you lost? Come and ask me to point you a way!"

"So amazing. There is actually a job in Jinling area that specializes in guiding people." Gongsun Shilan turned over and got off the horse with an umbrella, and came to the boy with curiosity.

The boy was only seventeen or eighteen years old, and seemed to be the same age as her. When Gongsun Shilan saw that the boy was very beautiful, she felt a little good-looking for no reason. She threw a few copper coins into the bowl on the table and asked with a smile: "Brother, how can you get to the Muhuai Palace in Jinling?"

The boy seemed to be touched, but he still coughed a few times and said in a casual manner: "Muhuai Prince's Mansion? Do you want to meet the Muhuai King?"

Seeing the boy's unfathomable appearance, Gongsun Shilan said excitedly: "Yes, how can you leave?"

The boy hurriedly stuffed the copper coins from the bowl into his waist bag, straightened his back and said, "It's a coincidence, I don't know either."

"Ah?" Gongsun Shilan thought to herself that this person was shameless.

"But I know the way of the sword in your hand." The corner of the boy's mouth suddenly rose.

"What!?" Gongsun Shilan saw the young man's eyes flowing.

"Your sword is only dead!"

The next moment, the boy's right hand suddenly rose up and attacked the umbrella in Gongsun Shilan's arms!

Gongsun Shilian was shocked and rushed backwards. But the boy's hand was tightly wrapped around the oil-paper umbrella like a snake, and he could not break free no matter what.

Seeing that things were not good, Gongsun Shilian quickly turned the handle of the umbrella, and a sword floated out, rising like smoke from cooking stoves.

The sword body is extremely beautiful, slender and white, as if this sword is a woman. At the moment the sword comes out, the coldness of the morning dissipates, and replaced by the gentleness as spring light blows on the face.

"It's you?" Gongsun Shilian stood with a sword and threw a token at the young man.

Luo Feiyu took the token, which was the famous sword order he gave to Lao Jian yesterday.

"It seems you already know." Luo Feiyu smiled and put away the token, and threw back the oil-paper umbrella that had taken off his handle. "When you go far, your mother is so confident that you can entrust Jiang Mo Jian, the third-ranked famous sword list, to you?"
Chapter completed!