"If that's the case, you, the Liu family, just surrender, give your sword, and see if you can beg for your life before they lose their fun."

The hall fell silent for an instant.

The three Liu brothers were silent.

"What a divine being from China, don't make fun of me."

Liu Ziwen suddenly scolded and said with a stern face to the Yuzao female fairy:

"It doesn't matter whether Ouyang Lianghan is dead or not, whether he is real or fake, what kind of monster he is, if you prove this to me, is it still useful?"

His face was calm, he glanced around the table and said decisively:

"Now the arrow is on the string and has to be fired. The people who should be invited have arrived, the things that should be prepared are ready, and the people who should be killed are in place. The last step is just in front of us. What kind of monster is that Ouyang Lianghan? Try

You’ll know once you try it.”

Everyone's expressions softened a little.

At this time, Liu Fu limped into the hall again, holding a small bowl steadily in his hand. The bowl contained a strange liquid mixture of ointment and black powder.

There was a faint smell of sulfur and fat in the air.

Liu Ziwen took the bowl of shark oil and leaned against the candlelight in the hall. He squinted at the liquid with some amber luster in the black, and murmured and sighed:

"This thing is more expensive than the same weight of gold. This time... it must be clean and tidy, so that we can afford to spend such a high price."

The Jade Fairy shook her head and said regretfully:

"Thirty barrels of shark oil are enough to make a thousand Burning Sky Thunders. It is more than enough to blow up a sluice... In fact, there is no need to use so much. Just like the previous times, fifteen barrels are enough. Master Liu is really

A waste of natural resources.”

Liu Ziwen said calmly: "A lion must fight a rabbit with all his strength."

The Jade Fairy snorted coldly:

"Then remember to seal it better. Even a top-grade qi practitioner will have at least half his life left within a hundred feet if he doesn't fly in the air immediately."

"So good."

Liu Ziwen paused, and then asked again just to be on the safe side:

"After confirming the effect of this thing, everyone can hear the roar of the dragon?"

"Master Liu has forgotten the past few times? Could it be that the rumors of those stupid people are wrong? Haha."

The Jade Fairy nodded, then shook her head:

"However, after the Burning Sky Shark Oil is ignited, it will make a strange roar, but it is not a dragon roar, but something like a dragon but not a dragon, like a beast but not a beast...

"It's enough to fool those stupid people. Anyway, all the people who would have suspected it are dead, and the Dickong Gate has collapsed. The remaining idiots will just think that it is another dragon king under the water who rushes through the gate and appears in the daytime."

She sneered: "After this incident, we can build a few more Dragon King temples in the county."

Liu Ziwen didn't answer, but suddenly turned around and said:

"Don't you suspect that Ouyang Lianghan is someone else?

"As for the escort of the shark oil tomorrow, you go there together, and our people will pick you up. In addition, you can also take a close look at him at that time to confirm in advance whether he is an evil spirit practitioner."

"snort."

After Liu Ziwen finished speaking, he walked outside the door, poured a small bowl of shark oil into the courtyard, and threw out a candle.

Suddenly, the courtyard was filled with strange fire.

…

Ouyang Rong woke up this morning and found that the sour feeling on his face and mouth was almost gone.

"It seems that I ate too much spicy food. I haven't eaten anything in the past two days, and the fever finally subsided."

While being dressed by the white-haired maid, Ouyang Rong muttered softly.

However, he has been dreaming frequently these days, and he doesn't know why.

He dreamed that someone was touching his face in the middle of the night.

I just woke up feeling refreshed and had forgotten the specific things in the dream. Could it be that the dream of spring couldn't come true... A certain gentleman sighed.

Today was the same as usual. After breakfast at Meiluyuan, Ouyang Rong and Xie Lingjiang met up and went to the Dickong Gate that was about to be completed in the upper reaches of Butterfly Creek.

As soon as he arrived at Yuenv Gorge, Ouyang Rong immediately received a message.

"Master Chen, are you sure it can be completed by this date? Then I have scheduled the ribbon-cutting ceremony for the afternoon of the 15th of this month. I will notify the Liu family and invite guests from all parties."

Mr. Chen patted the dust on his hands and smiled sincerely at Ouyang Rong.

"Your Majesty the County Magistrate, I and my colleagues are sure."

"That's okay."

Ouyang Rong glanced at the old craftsman, then turned his head and looked at the junior sister behind him. There was a little helplessness in his eyes.

This coincided with the marriage temple fair at Donglin Temple that he had promised to his junior sister.

Xie Lingjiang shook his head slightly, indicating that it was nothing serious and that he could follow what was discussed that day.

Yes... Ouyang Rong nodded and turned around, preparing to take his junior sister away to have a look at Master Diao and the scribes.

But at this moment, Mr. Fang Chen’s voice came from behind again:

"My Lord County Magistrate, there is actually a small matter that I would like to ask your permission for."

"Oh? A small matter? Sir, please tell me." The young county magistrate turned around.

Mr. Chen’s smile seemed a little embarrassed, and he rubbed his hands and said:

"It's like this. We, the craftsmen in Longcheng, all have some old rules and customs that we must abide by... I don't know whether I should say it or not. The county magistrate is a scholar and I probably don't believe it."

"Let's talk about it first."

The old craftsman seemed to be relieved, and said sincerely with an old face:

"It's like this. In the past, when we were making swords in the sword shop, before every important sword came out of the furnace, we would ask some temple priests to hold a sword cleaning ceremony.

"Isn't it that the Di Gong Gate will be completed in the next few days? Everyone and I are discussing whether we can also invite a temple to congratulate the priest and hold a gate cleaning ceremony in the next two days... Maybe the newly built Di Gong Gate will be completed.

The weather at Gongzha is smooth and safe."

"..." Ouyang Rong was a little speechless: "Do you still have this custom?"

"Yes, Mr. County Magistrate, do you think..."

Ouyang Rong suddenly asked: "Is this the case for Di Gongzha in the past?"

"That's right."

When Ouyang Rong heard this, he didn't seem to think too much. He waved his hand and said cheerfully:

"Okay, you go and hire someone. What you did before is what you will do now. Let's also hire someone to consecrate and baptize. Well, Mr. Chen and the seniors are indeed professional and thoughtful."

"The magistrate is wise!"
Chapter completed!