Ning Fuchen stepped on the flying sword and went upstream along the Ning River.

Ning River is not big, and the widest part is only two or three hundred meters, and the narrow part is only a few dozen meters. The water flows smoothly and there is almost no water flowing.

In less than half an hour, I arrived at the source of Ninghe.

It turns out that the birthplace of Ninghe River is in Ningcheng. Several small hills surrounded a basin, and hundreds of trickles of water gathered into a river.

The water in Ninghe is actually all mountain spring water. No wonder the tap water in Ningcheng tastes a little sweet, and it tastes much better than the water in Tianjin and other cities.

Among the mountains, there are small villages after village, and some places have lights.

Ning Fuchen landed on a small hill, and tried to release his spiritual consciousness and extend it around.

On the tree, countless birds were dozing on the branches in the mountain nest, and a few hares were looking for food. A wild cat tiptoed towards a mountain rat.

In the village at the foot of the mountain, a child was doing homework under the desk lamp, and a mother sat next to him to sew and repair.

Suddenly, Ning Fuchen found five black-clad masked men in a blue brick house in the deepest part of the village. Each of them was holding a weapon in their hands. An old man curled up on the ground and shivered, and a woman was panicking with her child on the side.

The room was very messy, all the clothes were thrown on the ground, four or five boxes were also opened, and things were all over the floor.

House robbery?

Ning Fuchen was immediately furious. Since he saw it, he couldn't ignore it.

With a thought, the sword took off and came out of their window in an instant.

This is a bungalow with old-fashioned blue bricks on the ground floor. The robbers and the family are all concentrated in this large living room. Although it is an old-fashioned house, it can be seen from the furniture in the living room that the family is quite solid, and the coffee table and sofa are all handmade by rosewood.

Directly opposite the living room, it was supposed to be where the TV was placed, but there was a three-foot-high wooden carving Guan Gong, holding the Qinglong Yanyue Knife, standing majestic in the middle of the living room. Below Guan Gong is an incense burner and a candlestick.

Ning Fuchen was immediately happy when he saw it. Today, he used Guan Gong's hand to punish these robbers.

It is too difficult to use spiritual energy to capture objects in the air, so it is better to use a flying sword to control it.

The flying sword turned into an embroidered needle and the great magical consciousness commanded the flying sword into the base of Guan Gong's wood carving.

"Old guy, hand over the Ye Mingzhu quickly, otherwise you will be killed." A man in black opened his eyes wide, looked vicious, holding a sharp knife in his hand and walked towards the old man underground.

"Hero, we really don't know what night pearl is." The old man was crying.

"It seems that you won't cry until you see the coffin."

The man in black said, raised the sharp knife in his hand and pretended to wipe it on the knife with his fingers. He raised the knife and wanted to stab the old man's thigh.

At this time, Guan Gong, the wood carving beside the old man, suddenly moved, but he jumped a little, about half a foot high.

The incense ash in the incense burner also spilled in the air with a thud, and the entire living room was filled with clouds and mist.

Several robbers and the old man were stunned at the same time, bulged their eyes and stared at the statue of Guan Gong.

Sure enough, Guan Gong jumped again and blocked the old man.

The robbers were shocked and retreated repeatedly. The two bandits behind them were touched by the people in front of them and sat down to the ground.

"Brother Qin, Brother Ma, let's go. Look, Master Guan is so sage. Let's go quickly." The two bandits sitting on the ground simply knelt on the ground and bowed to the statue of Guan Gong.

The one holding the sharp knife was obviously the boss of the five. Although he was frightened and uneasy, he didn't believe in evil and raised his legs and kicked the statue of Guan Gong.

Seeing that he was so obsessed, Ning Fuchen naturally no longer showed mercy to his subordinates.

Under the control of the spiritual sense, the statue of Guan Gong soared into the air and avoided the robber's feet. The Qinglong Yanyue Sword flashed in his hand. The sharp knife in the man in black was cut into two pieces by the flying sword. A piece of the blade body fell to the ground with a bang. The statue of Guan Gong did not fall, but flew over his right side. The wooden Qinglong Yanyue Sword swept over his right shoulder, and then circled around him, and it was actually suspended in the air.

The man in black felt a numbness on his right half and collapsed to the ground.

At this time, the dust of incense and gray fog in the sky had settled. The robbers looked at the majestic statue of Guan Gong hanging in the air and didn't care about the old man's family. They rushed to help the person in the head, rolled and crawled, and fled in panic. As soon as several people left the door, the man in black screamed, and his right arm broke from his shoulder and fell to the ground.

Several men in black were full of souls, and they didn't care about their arms on the ground and ran wildly. From then on, these five robbers completely turned against each other and never did anything that harmed the world.

The flying sword withdrew, and the statue of Guan Gong slowly retreated back to the mahogany god case in the middle of the living room. He turned around again, as if a person was about to sit down, and he would definitely look back at the stool behind him, and then slowly fell down.

The three grandparents and daughter-in-law in the room watched Guan Gong return to his position in a daze, and then looked at the steel dagger cut by a wooden knife on the ground. After a while, they suddenly knelt down and kowtowed. Guan Gong really showed his saint!

Seeing this, Ning Fuchen smiled secretly and left quietly.

There is a dilapidated temple on the top of the mountain, with three large characters on the gate: Qingshui Temple.

It is said to be a temple, but in fact, there is only one small house in the entire temple. There is a long magical case in the middle, filled with various fruits such as apples and bananas. There is a stone carving manger on the ground, which is filled with burnt paper money ashes.

The gods worshipped on the table are a goddess who does not look like Guanyin Bodhisattva or Magu. I can't guess who they offer.

Ning Fuchen walked into the ruined temple and sat down cross-legged on one side of the statue. Soon, I forgot about the things, and the spiritual energy around the world rushed over.

When it was dawn, Ning Fuchen slowly let out a sigh and stood up.

After practicing for a night, I felt refreshed and felt comfortable all over.

Walk slowly down the mountain road, and the roof of the farmhouse at the foot of the mountain was filled with smoke, and the birds were singing and roosters crowing, which made each other interesting.

Two police cars were parked at the foot of the mountain, with red lights.

Ning Fuchen heard the surrounding villagers' discussions and said that he was investigating the Ningjiaji murder case.

It turned out that a farmer got up early and found an arm on the ground at the entrance of the village, and called the police.

When the police first heard this, they thought it was a murder case and did not dare to neglect it. They immediately sent a capable criminal policeman to drive to Ningjiaji. But strangely, they let the police investigate every household without any clues.

The Ning family's family is not big, and the entire family has only about twenty families, all living in this mountain nest.

The whole episode last night was very quiet, no abnormalities occurred, and no one heard any abnormal noise.

It should be someone who committed the crime in another place who passed by here.

Fortunately, it was just an arm, and no body was found. After the police took the record and took the arm back to the police station, it was probably in vain.

Ning Fuchen naturally knew what was going on, but he came forward as if nothing had happened and asked a middle-aged woman: "Hello, please ask where the old Ning family house is and how to leave?"

"The old house of Ningjia is on the other side of the mountain. This is Ningjiaji. You can go along this mountain road and cross that mountain."

"Okay, thank you."
Chapter completed!