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One of the main worlds to which the Human Alliance belongs, Yaowazhai.
It is called this name because the world looks like a huge curved tile from a distance.
The way of human gathering here is mainly cottage, and the folk customs are relatively simple.
Outside of Kyushu, the four major clans and the traditional big clans are relatively small in number.
The contradiction between the ordinary clan and the base is not too sharp, because everyone is actually poor.
Therefore, when the sword god and Huafeihua came here to do public welfare and teach the humans how to grow spiritual flowers and grasses and develop sideline businesses, the residents of Yaowazhai are all delighted.
In the cultivated flower field, Huafeihua is in charge of guiding.
Angel accompanied Ye Fan to express condolences to some of the local representatives of major clans and low-level nationals.
A group of human representatives were very nervous at first and did not dare to speak.
But Angel was naturally very friendly, and soon helped everyone open the chatterbox.
After some communication, everyone was full of praise for the sword god.
I sincerely expressed that there has never been such a big person to care about their living environment.
Ye Fan was ashamed, but he was actually responsible for small talk.
In Ye Fan's view, the so-called "difficulties" of these residents can be solved with a simple effort.
For example, open up several storage reservoirs and flatten several hills that block roads.
To build a new teleportation array, I want to have some basic training materials for children to learn...
In fact, there are three absolute ten statues, any one of them can satisfy their wishes.
Even in the big clan, any Open Heaven Realm powerhouse has this strength and financial resources.
It's just that no one cares about these!
After all, mankind has no emperor, and no one competes for the power of faith, so naturally it is not about oneself.
Ye Fan felt that he was like picking up a bargain. This power of faith is too easy to earn.
Busy till the evening, Feng Buyu handed over a cup of Lingcao tea.
"Master Sword God, you have worked hard, everyone is very enthusiastic, and you are going to build a new Sword God Temple here, taking you as your faith," Feng Buyu said with a smile.
During this period of time, after getting along for a long time, Ye Fan became acquainted with the wind without saying a word.
From the cliff, Ye Fan overlooked the flower field that was quickly cultivated by monks' spells.
The people who worked a lot, a satisfied smile appeared at the corners of their lips, and they took a sip of tea.
"Sometimes, I feel more confused about what I am after, and do many things really make sense..."
"But whenever I see these people, because of my hard work, they become happy, and express my sincere gratitude to me..."
"I feel that what I do is meaningful and not in vain."
Feng Buyu asked in confusion: "For Sword God Lord, these people are just ants. Is their feelings really so important?"
"If you always think like this, you will feel that life is boring, and all pursuits are clouds.
A lot of things are muddled and confused, instead of being too tired, you can still be content with Changle," Ye Fan said.
Feng Fuyu said with a smile: "Sword God may have such thoughts because he was born on the earth since he was a child."
"Are you interested in the earth?"
Ye Fan smiled and said, "It seems that I often talk about things on the earth with Angel."
"The ancestor Feng Xiaotian admires the Sword God very much, and I personally yearn for the Sword God very much.
Therefore, naturally, I am also very interested in the earth that gave birth to Lord Sword God.
I think that understanding Master Sword God's past and growth experience will be very helpful to my practice," Feng said earnestly.
Ye Fan's eyes flickered, and he nodded with a smile.
Sudden!
Ye Fan received an urgent message from Su Qingxue.
"Husband, you may need to come back!"
"What's wrong?"
"Old Zhou is dead."
"Which week... Zhou Wangxian!?" Ye Fan was startled.
Feng said nervously and asked, "What's wrong with Mr. Zhou?"
Ye Fan frowned, "Zhou Wangxian was killed and killed on the street. It seems... we have to suspend this public welfare tour."
"How could this be?" Feng said nothing, gritted his teeth: "Could it be a sneak attack by a demon?"
Ye Fan was in a low mood. Although he had not known Zhou Wangxian for a long time, he actually had a good overall impression of this old man.
Suddenly died, which really made him sad.
After confessing to Hua Feihua and Angel, Ye Fan returned to the Sword God Palace first.
Su Qingxue and other women were already there, and the emperor's return, Xiao Qingxuan who had not seen her for a long time, and the ten veterans including Bai Yi and the famous actress in the foggy night, had all gathered in the meeting room.
The atmosphere is solemn!
"What's the situation now?"
Ye Fan didn't go around the corner, and directly sat on the main seat.
"The candle wick soul is being dissected and examined, and the most precise identification should be done," Su Qingxue said.
"Then what's the point now? On the spot, how about certifying these?" Ye Fan asked.
Everyone was silent, it seemed that it was a little difficult to speak, but they looked at Ye Fan with weird eyes.
Ye Fan frowned, "What's wrong?"
"Oh! Said my old lady!"
Huang Wanrou grinned and shouted, "Lao Zhou died at the night wine stall! The store at the time, and even the residents of an inn across the street, saw you, the sword god, drinking with Lao Zhou!
Then you grab the sword, swish a few times, and kill Lao Zhou! "
Ye Fan's face sank, "You said... They saw that I killed Zhou Wangxian?"
"Master Sword God, disguised in disguise, imposters, in the Taishi plane, too common.
You don't have to mind too much, the more this is the time, the less you will be able to get caught up in the divorce! "The emperor said solemnly.
"Yes, Lord Sword God, I, Jiang, use my life as a guarantee! It is definitely the enemy who framed Lord Sword God!" Jiang was filled with righteous indignation.
At this time, the conference room communicator lights up.
The holographic image opened, and the candle wick soul appeared in the middle of the table.
Under her long hair, blood-red eyes, her hands were holding bloody dissecting tools.
"Sword... Lord Sword God..." Candlewick Soul shouted with a shy smile.
"Wick Soul, what happened?" Ye Fan asked.
"Hehe... The corpse was frozen stiff, but I gave it back light to disperse it, turning it into a fresh death state.
After an accurate anatomical analysis, the conclusion is that... the sword intent is fatal. "
The meeting room is quiet.
"The devil who knows sword intent, there are too many!" Jiang? shouted.
"Before Zhou Wangxian died, he was severely injured by the liquid sword intent..."
Jiang? With a stiff face, he didn't seem to know what to say.
Ye Fan had a headache, and asked with a wry smile: "A demon with a liquid sword intent, how?"
"This... Lord Sword God, don't worry, you've been on a parade with charity groups recently, doing good deeds everywhere, do you have an alibi!" Jiang? said.
"If the sword god wants to kill Zhou Wangxian, even if he leaves for a while... the people of the public welfare mission can't detect it at all.
Moreover, Lord Sword God, can move instantaneously and change positions...
In theory, it's not tenable to prove something alibi," the emperor returned.