Time flies, and now it is the hottest time of summer. After this period of sweltering heat has passed, autumn will begin, and by then, Yuntong will be full of harvests again.

The matter of retting and fertilizing has been laid out. Some people in Zhuangzi will go to other counties and naturally teach the locals, landlords, squires and tenant farmers knowledge. Of course, the core still remains in the hands of their own people.

Of course, Yang Qian didn't expect to keep it a secret for long. Anyway, sooner or later it would be made public. This was not to prevent local people, nor was it to prevent squires, landlords and feudal lords.

But in order to prevent it from being stolen by other countries, the grain output keeps changing every year, with fertile fields turning into ordinary fields, and ordinary fields turning into inferior fields. In this situation, the two countries are still fighting to the death.

But at this time, Yang Qian seemed to have forgotten who made the two vassal states fight.

In the houses near the inn, headed by Long Daoyuan, there were several men in green shirts accompanying them, and some soldiers kept chasing away the people watching the excitement.

"Master, what's the matter?" the leading general asked, holding up his hands.

Long Daoyuan kept exploring the B&B route where Yang Qian fled.

"This person is very thoughtful. Even when he was fleeing, he did not drop any valuable clues. After so many days, he must have left Fuyan." Long Daoyuan squinted his eyes.

Even if he were to put himself into Yang Qian's feelings, he still couldn't figure out the purpose of his escape at all.

At this time, a woman and two children were brought over and knelt on the ground.

"Tell me everything you know, saw, and heard that day." The general scolded.

The woman was so frightened that she didn't dare to speak out, and said tremblingly, "Sir, my lord, a masked man suddenly broke in that day. He originally planned to kill me, but after I tried my best to beg for mercy, he didn't kill us."

Long Daoyuan came to the woman, without even looking at her, and said coldly, "What else has he done besides these?"

"He even asked me for water."

"It's not such a trivial matter. Does the body have any characteristics? Did something fall off?" Long Daoyuan couldn't help but feel heavier.

For their class, although women are civilians, they are no different from ants. They only need one reason to kill, or not even one reason at all.

Not everyone, like Yang Qian and Zhang Yumeng, came from a human rights society. To put it simply, this was the transition point between slaves and feudal society.

After being frightened, the woman recalled it carefully.

"Well, when that man came, he bled a lot. When he walked from the back, he even touched the wooden door of the back door, and it seemed that a piece of his clothes fell off."

Long Daoyuan raised his eyebrows and tightened his stern face, "Where are the clothes?"

"Here, in the house."

"Um."

A man in green shirt escorted the woman and took the corner of her clothes from the house, which was half a palm-sized piece of fabric.

At this time, a middle-aged man came out from among the soldiers, took the corner of his clothes, smelled it, and twisted it again.

This person is specifically responsible for arrests and has some experience. He is a local tourist agent.

"How?" Long Daoyuan was slightly excited.

You Jiao said, "Master, this person is seriously injured. Without the help of others, it would be difficult to survive, let alone leaving the city. The fabric is good, and I can't tell where it is for now, but based on the stitching habits, it should be Liao Guo's." Made.”

Long Daoyuan's face was flushed and he couldn't help but clenched his fist, "Han Jingtong, you, you~~~ I will kill you."

He instantly felt that his guess should be correct.

You Jiao went on to say, "This person has a high status. There is still the smell of spices on the cloth. From what I know, he probably hasn't left the city yet and is lurking nearby."

Long Daoyuan pointed at the woman and asked, "Is there anything else you haven't explained?"

"No, no, this man's hands are very fragrant. Oh, I remembered, his hands are very small, not like an ordinary adult man, but more like a child in the age of dancing elephants."

A very vivid picture appeared in Long Daoyuan's mind.

He is about 15 years old, a handsome young man with a good smell and a high status.

"Let's go~~!"

The group of people walked towards the woman's house, passed the back door, looked at the blood stains marked on the ground, and followed them to the street.

Long Daoyuan secretly resented that it was difficult to trace him on the street. It was connected in all directions and he could escape almost anywhere he found.

"Where do you think this person will run?" Long Daoyuan asked You Jie.

You Jiao shook his head and said, "I don't know that, because there is a big gap between this person and me. Although I have some martial arts skills, there is a big gap between him and the person described by the Taifu. It is right to think according to the Taifu's ideas."

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Long Daoyuan nodded, this person is right, there is a huge gap between people with high martial arts skills and those with low martial arts skills, not only in terms of form, but also in courage and wisdom.

As the saying goes, people with high skills are bold. People with little ability and people with great ability will often adopt different approaches when choosing the same problem.

After looking around, a three-story inn appeared in front of him.

Long Daoyuan walked towards the inn, the actions of the man in black and the injuries he suffered that day all came to mind one by one.

"If this person comes here at night, the safest way is to find a private residence, but because there are people investigating, if it is me, I will go to an inn."

"But there was already a curfew at that time. If we were to go to the inn...climb up?!"

Long Daoyuan's eyes widened, and he quickly came to the bottom of the inn. After walking around the inn a few times, he suddenly found that there were several bloody claw marks on the gap between the first and second floors. Maybe some time had passed, and the bloody claws

The print is lighter, but still vaguely visible.

"You Jiao, come here and take a look~~~!"

After You Jiao came over quickly, he found a ladder and climbed up to observe. After a while, he came down with a regretful expression and reported.

"Taifu, this is such a pity. If this person's bloody handprints are complete, he can still catch the enemy through his fingerprints. It may be that this person was too seriously injured at the time and his palmprints were dragged. Now it is not accurate, but based on these

Judging from the location of the palm print, the destination should be on the third floor."

"Come here, surround the inn for me, only allowed in but not allowed out~~~!" Long Daoyuan ordered.

"No~~~!"

The soldiers who followed surrounded the entire inn.

"Jun, Junye, what are you doing?" The innkeeper was frightened when he saw it.

"There may be important fugitives in your inn. From now on, you are only allowed in but not out. Gather all the people below and we will interrogate them one by one." You Jiao said.

The store owner had no choice but to sigh, but if the fugitive was really here, it would be better to catch him as soon as possible. Who knows whether such a fugitive would kill people randomly.

In the guest room, Yang Qian was eating pears and complained, "Master, go take a look. What's wrong? It's so noisy down there."

"Pa~~~!"

In an instant, Yang Gan turned into a lobster that kept pulling himself.

"It hurts me so much."

"You deserve it~~!"

After Cao Wushuang stood up, she walked towards the door. Not long after, she hurried back.

"Someone has surrounded the inn." Cao Wushuang said solemnly.

Yang Gan rubbed his cheeks, put down his cell phone, hid the Sutie Dao well under the bed, and lay lazily on the bed.

"there is always a solution to a problem."

"By the way, master, where are your obscene clothes?"

Cao Wushuang couldn't help but have a tic-tac-toe appear on his head, and said depressedly, "What on earth do you want to do? I understand. You have been coveting me for a long time, and now you are about to be caught. You want to have a good time before you die. No, we two." It’s a master-disciple relationship..."

Yang Gan showed a horrified expression: "Master, do I look like this in your eyes?"

"How can a normal man ask a woman for obscene clothing?"

"You tell me whether to give it to you or not."

"Which one wants to add fragrance or not."

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"Damn it, I don't care if you smell good or not."

"Is that expensive or cheap?"

Yang Qian scratched his head and almost collapsed, "Just tell me whether I will give it to you or not."

"Oh, what a sin, what kind of disciple did I take?" Cao Wushuang had no choice but to take out an older style of obscene clothing from the closet.

When he handed it to Yang Qian and his hand touched Xieyi, Cao Wushuang's entire cheek immediately turned red.

In her surprised eyes, Yang Qian tore the dirty clothes in half, shaped them into two balls, and quickly stuffed them inside the clothes.

She stuffed her chest until it was bulging, and then arched it with both hands. She suddenly changed from a washboard figure to an S-shaped figure.

Cao Wushuang looked at all this in surprise and wondered, "Why do you want to dress up with my obscene clothes?"

Yang Gan asked curiously, "Is it possible to use your clothes? Isn't that too wasteful? What else is there? Is it possible to use my night clothes? Isn't it burned by you?"

Sure enough, men and women think differently. Men think about achieving their goals at the simplest cost, while women think about, why should I use my clothes? Why not use clothes?

Half an hour later, only a set of footsteps was heard.

There was a "bang" sound.

The door was kicked open.

"I asked you to wait downstairs, why don't you go downstairs?" You Jiao asked in a deep voice.

Cao Wushuang knelt down on the mat, holding a tea bowl, and drank tea with a happy face. He didn't even look at You Jiao, but stared closely at the leader, the middle-aged Yin Jiu.

"It is said that the Sword Master's swordsmanship has reached the realm of transformation. No wonder he ran rampant in Fuyan City and even entered the women's room without asking for permission. Is this the etiquette of Shangguo?" Cao Wushuang said with a cold face and a cold voice.

Long Daoyuan looked at Cao Wushuang fiercely. After a while, he found that his momentum could not damage the other party in the slightest. He waved his hands to indicate that everyone should not say more.

Long Daoyuan came to Cao Wushuang, slightly cupped his hands and said, "Long Daoyuan, I met Mr. Cao."

Cao Wushuang also stood up and bowed, "I didn't know that the sword master came in person, Wushuang was being rude."

"I'm also a little tired. I wonder what the Sword Master is here for?

Cao Wushuang's words were quite kind, but who was Long Daoyuan, so he could naturally hear the faint meaning of seeing off guests.
Chapter completed!