If you don't go to the house, you are not a gentleman

Under the cold moonlight in late autumn, the county magistrate's face was so cold that ice could form on his face.

The sword on An Le's neck didn't move at all, it was firmly pressed against his neck.

They stared at each other, one with cold eyes and one full of mockery.

The county magistrate spoke first: "An Le, my sword can kill you at any time—"

"Oh, so what?" An Leman said indifferently.

The county magistrate frowned slightly, "Answer me, is the sword ghost planning to assassinate the emperor?"

An Le slowly closed his eyes, the cold wind on the roof made his eyes sore, when he opened them again, the ridicule and sarcasm in his eyes completely dissipated, and he said calmly: "Sir, I'm afraid you misunderstood this question. "

The county magistrate raised his eyebrows noncommittally.

The corners of An Le's mouth sunken slightly, and raised an arc. He brushed away the hair that was blown on his cheeks by the wind.

"My lord, compared to that time, Shi Gui has already told you, right? My relationship with the four ghosts is already dead. Without them, how can I know such a secret mind of the sword ghost?"

The magistrate was silent again.

After walking for a while, An Le felt the blade on his neck move, and An Le secretly tightened his thighs, ready to run away at any time.

The magistrate's hand holding the sword hilt moved again, as if it was a little further away from Anle's neck, but Anle was not sure how much he believed it.

Then the county magistrate spoke, "An Le, this is the last chance I will give you. If you are telling the truth, I will not treat you badly. If you are telling the truth—"

An Le continued with a helpless sigh: "If I have half a sentence that is false, I will kill you to death."

After An Le finished speaking, the county magistrate looked at An Le's beautiful side face without moving.

An Le was a little uneasy, he said, "My lord?"

"In case I can't catch you later, how can I cut you into pieces?"

"..."

There was only one sentence in An Le's mind: What a careless heart!

An Le gritted his teeth and said, "My lord, if you really want to catch me, why are you afraid that you won't be able to catch me? Your eyeliner is everywhere in the mountains and rivers, and you are afraid that I, a nameless pawn who has no strength to restrain a chicken, will run away?"

The county magistrate sneered, "Really, what a nobody."

An Le smiled and said: "Because I am a nobody, I will never lie to the adults."

Faced with such vows, the magistrate meditated silently.

It wasn't until the county magistrate quickly put the sword back into the scabbard that the atmosphere was no longer so tense, and An Le was completely relieved.

The county magistrate gave him a sideways look, and Anle smiled.

"Go back soon."

An Le blinked, and said slowly, "My lord, the wind in the middle of the night made me freeze."

The county magistrate snorted coldly, and flew to the ground on his own.

An Le was left alone and continued to blow the cold wind on the eaves.

"Then you can enjoy the beauty of late autumn." The county magistrate sneered.

An Le: "..."

The county magistrate waved his hand and hid on the branch. Everyone in the grass scattered like birds and beasts. The county magistrate stepped over the debris on the ground and walked to his room without looking back.

An Le continued to squat on the eaves for a while. He rubbed his stiff knees and calves, then straightened up silently. He easily rolled over from the eaves and slipped into the window. Suddenly, a gust of wind suddenly blew and closed the door.

Then the wind direction suddenly changed again, and it directly blew across the candle wick on the table, and the fire went out.

An Le looked at the dark beams, and suddenly let out a sneer, "My lord, I am a gentleman on the beam, how could a thief not leave a way out for himself?"

An Le's voice was extremely soft, it sounded like a whisper before falling into a dream.

At this moment, the county magistrate who was standing silently by the mahogany table had no intention of falling asleep.

The man in black stood aside, "Sir, do you still need to follow An Le?"

The county magistrate said: "Naturally."

The man in black said again: "How much does your lord believe him?"

The magistrate responded with a sneer.

The county magistrate looked down at the black knife that was still stained with An Le's blood, "The last time the sword ghost exposed himself in the Central Plains, he used this knife to save An Le, and I didn't see any suspicious things around at that time. People, it means that either Anle is the sword ghost, or the sword ghost is also paying close attention to all of Anle's whereabouts. Then you say, if Anle is threatened again, will he come out to be a hero to save the beauty?"

"..." The man in black said angrily, "My lord, what if the sword ghost is not around?"

The county magistrate said: "Then you can come up with a safe solution for me? Now is not the time for you to make long-term plans."

The man in black said: "...the subordinate will do it tomorrow."

The county magistrate was obviously very satisfied, "Well, come back and give you a raise."

The corner of the man in black's mouth twitched slightly.

……

Three poles in the sun.

The man in black crouched on the roof tiles and stared at An Le for the salary that would never come to him.

An Le, without knowing it, wandered around as usual, almost scurrying all over the large and small tea shops and wine shops in Ding'an County with money in his pocket.

In order not to hurt others, the man in black waited for An Le to go to a more remote place.

Until An Le turned into a small road with a wine gourd, the man in black felt that the opportunity had come. He glanced around and found nothing unusual. He was ready to go back and laugh at the county magistrate, and his sword was out of its sheath. The tip of the sword went straight to An Le's back.

The man in black glanced around again from the corner of his eye. He felt that he could retract his sword, but when he heard a "ding", the man in black was shocked to feel that his sword was hit and deviated from the direction!

An Le turned around at this moment, her dark pupils were slightly cold.

The man in black was about to step away with his left foot, but found that a gold needle had pierced the corner of his clothes and was firmly nailed to the ground.He suddenly looked in the direction where the golden needle flew, but there was no one there.

An Le met the man in black face to face, An Le squinted his eyes.

"who are you?"

The man in black: "..."

An Le sized him up, and after a long silence, he said slowly, "Why do I feel like I've seen you?"

The man in black: "..."

"And it's still in the residence of the magistrate of Ding'an County."

An Le smiled lightly, "Your Excellency sent you to keep an eye on me? How dare you ask me why you were going to chop me up just now?"

The man in black calmly put the sword into the scabbard.

"Adults think that if you threaten your life, the sword ghost will appear."

An Le raised his eyebrows, "The sword ghost is not in the Central Plains."

The man in black looked at the golden needle pinning him, "What about this one?"

An Le followed his gaze, the corners of his mouth raised slightly, and he bent down to pull out the golden needle, but he didn't seem to expect that the golden needle pierced deeply, and it took him a little effort to remove it.

"About this golden needle, I think you can go directly to the county magistrate to inquire."

An Le held the golden needle, turned around and left, and hummed a little tune in a happy mood.

……

Hai time.

The county magistrate picked out the wick, and spread out an unfinished painting in front of him. The county magistrate held up the pen but did not put it down, allowing a drop of ink to bloom on the paper, which just covered the whole area of ​​Ling County. The face of the person in the painting that made adults hesitate for a long time.

At this time, the county magistrate was not surprised to hear footsteps coming from outside the door.

As expected, An Le pushed the door open and entered.

The county magistrate looked at An Le coldly, "Don't understand the rules?"

An Le smiled and said, "My lord, don't argue with a grassroots person about rules."

The county magistrate put down his pen and asked absent-mindedly, "I can't help it. After all, I am very dissatisfied with you now."

An Le blinked, "Why?"

"It seems that you really forgot what I said to you."

An Le thought hard, "Which one?"

"..."

The county magistrate slowly said: "The four ghosts in the south of the Yangtze River."

An Le smiled even brighter, "I haven't forgotten. How can I forget what I promised my lord."

"Oh?" The county magistrate just raised his eyelids, looked at An Le with a smirk and said, "Do you know the whereabouts of the sword ghost? Or have you thought of other roundabout ways to find out the whereabouts of the sword ghost?"

An Le rubbed his nose, "Although the current whereabouts of the sword ghost are still limited to 'not in the Central Plains', the last remaining ghost has already been figured out."

The county magistrate frowned slightly, "Ghost doctor?"

An Le took out the gold needle and handed it to the county magistrate.

The county magistrate twirled the golden needle and said, "The ghost doctor's stuff? Where did you get it?"

"My lord, go and ask the person who attacked me." An Le said with a smile.

"What do you mean?"

An Le said seriously: "The ghost doctor should have come to Ding'an County."

After saying that, the county magistrate was silent for a while and then signaled that he could leave.

Not long after An Le left, the man in black rushed in, and the county magistrate didn't accuse him of breaking the window.

"Did you fly this golden needle when you attacked Anle?"

The man in black nodded.

The county magistrate was silent again, with a serious expression on his face.

The man in black asked suspiciously: "My lord? Isn't it a good thing to have news?"

The county magistrate placed the golden needle next to the sword ghost's black knife.

"A good thing? Indeed, but don't you wonder why those ghosts with different personalities who are determined to go their own way are now gathering in Jiangnan one after another with a tacit understanding?"

The man in black frowned.

The county magistrate sneered and murmured: "Although the reason for the gathering of the four ghosts is unknown, it must be related to An Le."

An Le, what tricks are you playing?The county magistrate stared at Dan Qing on the table and frowned.