Fan Xiaodao said, "I didn't expect that you could see more clearly than me."

Fan Huowu said, "I'm just guessing."

After nightfall, Fan Xiaodao tossed and turned and couldn't sleep.

On the first day after arriving in Jinling, so many things happened, some of which seemed like coincidences, and some of which were taken advantage of. I thought that coming to Jiangnan to investigate cases would be an easy trip, but I didn’t expect that this Jinling city,

It was like a giant net, trapping Fan Xiaodao who had just arrived here.

The imprisonment, the sugar-coated bullets at the Jiangnan Spring Festival Banquet, and the accidental killing of Captain Jiang gave Fan Xiaodao a very bad impression of Jinling.

He picked up his long sword, said hello to the guard, and left the yamen.

Although Jinling City also has a curfew, it is not strictly enforced.

On Zhuque Street, people were coming and going.

Many teahouses and restaurants are still open for business. On the Qinhuai River, there are cruise boats and boats, feasting and feasting. From time to time, women in scantily clad clothes come forward to solicit customers. In front of the Confucius Temple, there are many small vendors, and the sound of hawking can be heard everywhere. It is very lively.

On one side, there are many shops and shops, bustling with people, on the other side, there are tiled houses with hooks and tiles, and there are birds and birds.

A few sword-wielding young men, dressed as knights, rented a awning boat and took a night cruise on the Qinhuai River. They stood in the middle of the river, pointed out the mountains and rivers, and scolded Fang Qiu. They did not hide the pride in their hearts, and hearty laughter could be heard from time to time.

.

But Fan Xiaodao had a frown on his face.

If you were just a knight-errant, your mood might be a little different when you come to this thousand-year-old ancient city, the imperial capital of the Six Dynasties. Now, as a member of the public family, you have no time to pay attention to the Qinhuai night in front of you.

Fan Xiaodao felt a little envious of them.

Fan Xiaodao wandered around the city aimlessly. At the end of Zhuque Street, an abandoned mansion caught his attention. The door was covered with spider silk, and the vermilion lacquer door had been in disrepair for many years and was chapped.

I don’t know who removed the plaque.

Fan Xiaodao felt strange, how could there be such an abandoned ancient house in a land like Jinling City where every inch of land was precious? He asked an old man passing by carrying a noodle bag, "Where is this?"

Hearing this, the old man glanced at the deserted house and said, "Don't ask, I won't know if I ask, and I won't tell you if I know."

"Why?"

The old man said: "It's bad luck, it's haunted!" After saying that, he left without looking back.

Haunted?

This aroused Fan Xiaodao's curiosity. He put aside all the worries of the day and climbed over the wall when he saw no one around.

This mansion is huge, covering an area of ​​dozens of acres, but it has been abandoned for a long time. The courtyard is overgrown with weeds, and there are spider webs everywhere. It is obvious that no one has been here for a long time.

It should be the residence of some wealthy families in the past.

The stone steps in the courtyard were covered with black moss and were a bit slippery. Although the night was bright, there was still an atmosphere of fear in this atmosphere.

Fan Xiaodao seemed to be tripped by something. He looked closely and was startled. He didn't notice it just now, but it turned out to be a skeleton. After years of wind and rain, it had already lost its shape.

He looked around and couldn't help but stand on his head. In this courtyard, bones like this could be seen everywhere!

And those black moss, if you guessed correctly, should be blood-stained stones. Over the years, the moss has changed color. What exactly happened here back then?

Naturally, he didn't believe in the theory that strange powers could confuse the gods. Relying on the boldness of an expert, he held the Jinghong Sword in his hand and walked slowly inside. When he came to an ancestral temple, the door was tightly closed. With a little force, the door of the ancestral hall opened.

It fell down suddenly and shattered into powder. It can be seen that no one has been here for a long time, and even the door has been weathered.

The ancestral hall is dilapidated and dilapidated. It seems that it has encountered a fire. The walls are mottled and burned black. After years of wind and rain, the ground is full of broken tiles and ruins. The walls of the main hall have long since collapsed.

However, the most eye-catching thing is the sixteen stone tablets standing on both sides of the courtyard.

Fan Xiaodao bravely came to the stone tablet. It seemed that the stone tablet had been touched by countless people, and the words on it were incomplete, which is also a common thing.

Those who rub inscriptions often knock out a few fragments of the original inscriptions after making further rubbings. In this way, their own rubbings are unique and can be sold at a good price in the market.

There are sixteen stone tablets in the courtyard, fifteen of them are engraved with inscriptions, but only one is empty.

With the help of the moonlight, Fan Xiaodao could identify the words on the stone tablets. It was not a matter of reading, but when he saw it, Fan Xiaodao took a breath of air. The fifteen sets of sword skills recorded on these fifteen stone tablets were actually fifteen!

A gust of wind blew by.

A plaque fell to the ground.

Fan Xiaodao walked over, looked down, and saw four big characters written on the plaque: "Jiangnan Arsenal!"

Fan Xiaodao immediately understood the owner of this mansion.

It was the Jinling Li family, the most powerful family in the world at that time. And these stone tablets are the Li family sword forest, which is known as the Jiangnan arsenal.

Two hundred years ago, the Li family in Jinling was the best martial arts family in the world. In order to attract talents, the Li family carved the sword manuals of the family's fifteen sets of sword techniques into stone tablets for the world's warriors to watch, so they had the Jiangnan arsenal in the world.

title.

Anyone who practices swordsmanship is not considered a master if he does not come to the Li family.

At its peak, there was even a saying that the best swordsmanship in the world came from Jinling.

Later, the Li family abandoned martial arts and went into business, and the Li family sword forest was no longer open to the outside world. After that, the true energy of heaven and earth was thin. Although these sword skills were brilliant, most people could not practice them. In addition, the older generation of martial arts masters died, and the Li family sword forest was no longer open to the outside world.

Its reputation gradually declined.

In some bookstores in the south of the Yangtze River, if you visit frequently, you can occasionally see the inscriptions on the Li Family Sword Forest, but they are appreciated as calligraphy works of art, not as unique skills. There are also some collectors who have saved many editions of swords.

Lin Tuowen.

However, after the Li family was confiscated twenty years ago, everyone shunned it and wished to disassociate themselves from the Li family. Most of these inscriptions were burned to the ground.

Jinghong Sword seemed to be sensing this place and let out a dragon roar.

Fan Xiaodao lowered his head and saw that at some point, the sword spring of Jinghong Sword had been knocked down, and the blade of the sword popped out for more than half a foot. Fan Xiaodao pulled out the long sword. Under the moonlight, a faint light appeared on the sword, and the texture of the sword appeared.

There seems to be real energy flowing in it.

This sword was gifted to Li Zhixing.

The third young master of the Li family back then.

Now that it has fallen into my own hands, I can actually feel something when I return to my former home.
Chapter completed!