Unconsciously, it has already darkened. Many shops on the streets of Huizhou City have closed their doors. Some restaurants and the like hang a string of red lanterns in the snow. Guide people where to eat and stay.

The snow on the street can be seen without shoes. Yan Liqiang walked in the city of Huizhou stepping on the snow in accordance with his own memory. The Han Dynasty Empire Times has a distribution point in Huizhou City. The newspaper is stationed in Huizhou. The person in charge of the city, who is very practical, is a brother of Xu Enda, surnamed Wang, Yan Liqiang worried about Fang Beidou and others, so I want to come here to find someone to understand the current situation of Beidou and others.

When Yan Liqiang came to the distribution point of the newspaper, the distribution point with the two-story building was closed, and no figure was seen. Yan Liqiang frowned. According to the rules of the newspaper, the distribution points in the cities of Gyeonggi Province closed at night. The time is Haishi, and now it is Wushi. Why is there no one at this distribution point?

He went to the door, patted the door with a clasp, and shouted ...

"Papapa ... is there anyone, is anyone in there?"

Yan Liqiang shouted twice. No one responded at the newspaper's distribution point. Instead, the curtain of a tailor shop next to it opened, a tape measure was worn around his neck, a sleeve was worn, and a pair of scissors was in his hand. The old man with white hair extended his head and looked at Yan Liqiang. "Young man, it's dark now. The distribution point of this newspaper has been closed for a long time. You need to find someone and wait until tomorrow. As soon as the day comes, the door will open here. It's ... "

Yan Liqiang walked to the door of the tailor's shop next to him and asked politely, "Uncle, let me ask. Is the newspaper's distribution point closed as early as this, I remember that it seemed to be closed until the time of the sea?"

The old man took a careful look at Yan Liqiang from head to toe by the lights in the store, and found that Yan Liqiang was handsome, talkative and shy, and the clothes he wore were still decent, not like bad people, so he said with patience, "Hey, that It used to be, now the distribution point of this newspaper is closed as soon as it gets dark ... "

"What about the treasurer here?"

"The treasurer? You also know the treasurer ..."

"Yes, we have known each other for many years. I remember last time I saw him. He was still here ..."

"I heard that the king's shopkeeper was called to the Imperial City a few months ago, but he didn't come back later. I don't know what happened. Now the distribution point has been replaced by a new shopkeeper. The new shopkeeper's name is Cao, but there is no Wang shopkeeper. So good to talk ... "The old tailor said, and shook his head helplessly," When the shopkeeper of the king was in the past, I could take out the cloth in the store when it was fine, and the new shopkeeper came. That is to say, I cannot stretch my poles across the corner and affect his business. Half an inch is not enough. It is really annoying ... "

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Leaving the distribution point, Yan Liqiang faced Shen Rushui. The newspaper must be in trouble, but he couldn't figure out why the newspaper would have happened. It stands to reason that the situation in the Imperial City has now been completely grasped by His Majesty and Sun Bingchen. The newspaper was hung by Gong Liu. Both His Majesty the Emperor and Sun Bingchen also knew the relationship between Fang Beidou and others. When Lin Qingtian was in the Imperial City, nothing happened in the newspaper. Why did it happen now? It stands to reason that it should not what……

In this Huizhou city, Yan Liqiang has no acquaintances who can hear the news and inside information of the newspaper. After thinking about it, Yan Liqiang still decided to live a day in Huizhou with patience, and waited until tomorrow morning to leave for the Imperial City, waiting for him to arrive in the Imperial City. All this is clear.

Thinking about this, Yan Liqiang walked in the city of Huizhou for a while, and found an inconspicuous inn to settle down.

...

In the middle of the night, Yan Liqiang, who was asleep on the inn's bed, opened his eyes suddenly, his eyebrows moved, and according to his practice, even if he fell asleep, his body was extremely alert, just for a moment, he felt himself On the roof of the house where someone was crossing it with light work, the sound of the clothes smashing through the air, although small, did not escape Yan Liqiang's ears.

Yan Liqiang glanced out the window. At this moment, it was freezing cold, the wind was whizzing, and the black paint was dark. At this time, it was the prime time for river and lake figures and masters to play at night ...

I heard An Shidao said that there are many rivers and lakes in Gyeonggi Province. It seems that it is true. Before a place changed or chaotic, the rivers and lakes who smelled the breath were like sharks smelling blood. Will flock here, looking for opportunities to get rich or become famous, among other things, in this small inn where Yan Liqiang lives. When he came into the dining room earlier, he saw two inns in this inn. A ranger, and a few guests staying at the hotel all carry swords, with rounded waists, not good stubble ...

Yan Liqiang continued to close his eyes and went to sleep. He didn't move in bed, because the person who had just passed over his roof judged by the light practice, which is the realm between martial arts and great martial arts. These people are like night. For small animals that came out for food, Yan Liqiang was not interested in following these people's **** to see what they were going to do.

It was only that Yan Liqiang slept with his eyes closed for less than seven or eight minutes, and there were extremely slight movements on the roof. Two very fast breaking sounds from UU reading www.uukanshu.com came from a distance, and then fell to Yan Liqiang. There was a short stay on the eaves of the room next to the house ...

"How? Any news ..."

"As soon as they received the news, they were at the Chenghuang Temple next to Yuhuating on the east side of the city. The ghost king's people have passed ..."

"Go, don't let them run away ..."

The voice of the two people on the roof was very low, both of them were pressing their throats, but I'm afraid they can't even dream of it, right at their feet, in this humble little inn, there is actually a big martial arts player like Yan Liqiang. The master is here. Practicing the Yijing Xiujing Sutra for so many years, the sensitivity of Yan Liqiang's five senses has already exceeded the imagination of normal people. He is stronger than the masters of the normal Wuzong realm. As long as you are condensed, within 20 feet, the sound of flowers can be heard, not to mention the words on the roof next to someone.

Yan Liqiang's eyes, which had been closed, opened suddenly, and his eyes flashed. Among the four guardians of the White Lotus religion, there was a man named nickname, the ghost king!

When the burst of air in his ears had just disappeared, he rolled up from the bed and quickly made clothes on the bed. After thinking about it, he took out a black hood from his bag and covered his face with only a pair of eyes. Then, he took the long sword beside him, and gently pushed the window of the room, and the whole person rolled out like a smoky light, and came to the roof in a blink of an eye.

Two hundred meters away, two black spots were galloping on the roof of one room, Yan Liqiang glanced at it, and quickly followed ...