huh~

With the night wind blowing, An Qisheng fell into the courtyard erratically.

The body swayed together and rushed into the rockery.

After a few months, with the help of herbs and medicinal pills, whether it is physical or internal, he has grown by leaps and bounds, and ordinary people can't even see his shadow.

After a few jumps and moves, he has gradually approached the backyard.

And here, An Qisheng's footsteps stopped.

Because outside this yard, there are unexpectedly many guards guarding the house.

"A local rich man in a county town has so many guards? Moreover, it seems that he has martial arts in his body."

An Qisheng frowned, realizing that things were not simple.

Nanliang County was only one of the ninety-seven county towns under the jurisdiction of the Ronghua Mansion, and although the Zhao family was said to be a gentry, in fact, they were nothing more than land and wealthy owners.

It would be normal to just raise some guards, but he glanced at it, and dozens of guards actually had internal strength!

This is not easy.

Although the martial arts of Jiufujie are extremely popular, not everyone practiced martial arts. Even, it is not bad for one person in twenty or thirty people to practice martial arts. In general families, eating is a problem, where can the spare money to support one person Musha?

Moreover, the gates of Jiufujie are extremely strict. Internal martial arts have always been passed down from males to females. Disciples of foreign surnames often have to be bulls and horses for a lifetime, so that they can learn internal strength while keeping one hand.

But that's just for more convenient squeezing, not for inheritance.

Dozens of householders with internal strength, eat a lot of meat every day, plus the mess of medicinal herbs, how can a mere local rich owner afford it?

Not to mention, he also has a son who was sent to a major school to learn martial arts.

The sect is not a good hall, and they let you learn martial arts for no reason.

"That's interesting"

An Qisheng's eyes flickered.

The guards who patrolled back and forth were very vigilant. If An Qisheng didn't want to fight hard, he wouldn't be able to sneak in easily.

But the night was long, and he was not in a hurry.

Sitting in the shadow of the rockery, doing two things with one mind, while looking for opportunities, he has already used the method of Tiger Leopard Leiyin, and began to cleanse the bone marrow and internal organs.

The more he practiced, the more An Qisheng realized that internal strength and internal boxing were a perfect match.

With a method like Tiger Leopard Leiyin combined with internal strength, the effect of purifying the body is much stronger than the two alone.

In just two months, he has almost cultivated his inner strength to the bone marrow.

This is something that Wang Quan has not achieved even in seventy years of ascetic cultivation!

It can only be said that the direction is greater than the choice, counting a lifetime of fingers, the amount of calculation is not as good as an abacus in one day, and artificial intelligence in one second.

Huhu~

In the whistling night wind, time passed, and in the blink of an eye, it was already the second half of the night.

The red moon is still hanging high, but there are dark clouds blocking part of the moonlight.

A large shadow fell, shrouding the entire Zhao family in darkness.

"Who?"

The patrolling guards passed by, and the guard at the end was suddenly alert, but when he turned his head, he found nothing.

"What's wrong?"

Someone asked.

"No, nothing, it's a bit windy, I thought someone came in."

The guard shook his head.

"Don't be suspicious. The eldest son was killed today. Madam is in a bad mood. Don't yell."

The guard in front gave a warning and turned around.

"Maybe I'm thinking too much"

The guard turned his head.

A row of guards did not notice that behind him, a person was hidden in the shadows, almost sticking to him.

At this time, An Qisheng's heartbeat, qi and blood, breathing pulse, skin temperature and even all physiological characteristics almost disappeared.

How dangerous is it to stick closely behind a person without being discovered?

But An Qisheng did it, and did it.

huh~

At the same time he turned around, An Qisheng's body moved, and he jumped several feet up and down, stepping into the inner courtyard in the shadows.

"Woo~"

At the same time as he entered the inner courtyard, a low whimper seemed to sound.

An Qisheng didn't even look at it, he stepped forward lightly under his feet, opened and closed his five fingers, held the wolf dog's snout, spit out his internal force, stunned it, and carefully placed it among the flowers.

He glanced.

This inner courtyard is small and exquisite, with all kinds of decorations quiet, but the fly in the ointment is that there are white lanterns hanging in the courtyard at this time.

Suddenly, there was an unstoppable cry.

In the night wind, there is some desolation.

huh~

An Qisheng walks like a civet cat at night, making no sound even if he steps on the fragile dead leaves.

After a few breaths, he had walked through the inner courtyard and came to the outside of the room where there were faint crying.

Along the gap in the window, he looked intently.

Inside the house is a mourning hall.

White paper, dim candles, an old woman crying in front of the mourning hall.

In front of her, an old man in a black satin coat knelt down tremblingly on the ground.

"Old housekeeper, you have been with my Zhao family for more than 30 years, haven't you?"

The old woman said while wiping away her tears.

"If you go back to Madam, it's been thirty-seven years and six months."

The old butler's voice trembled

"For more than 30 years, don't you know Du'er's temper?"

A low sigh came from behind the mourning hall, and the old housekeeper trembled even more:

"Old, master, the old slave doesn't know, I don't know that the young master would be so impulsive"

He was desperate and trembling.

Zhao Qiandu's movements were extremely fast, and he disappeared before he had time to explain. Who would have thought that in less than half an hour, he actually died in the south of the city with his inner strength.

After the shadow of the mourning hall, an old man with a cold face walked out slowly.

"Zhao Hongxuan? He didn't die? Then how did they deceive the six doors?"

Outside the window, An Qisheng was surprised.

When he first came to Nanliang City, he heard Wang Bo and Wei Yu talk about Zhao Hongxuan's death.

He also wondered why the Zhao family had not been mourning for a long time. It turned out that he was not dead either?

What does this old man want to do?

What conspiracy?

An Qisheng pondered in his heart that Zhao Hongxuan had already come to the mourning hall in the house.

He stroked the red coffin with one hand, and his cold eyes fell on the old butler:

"Young master also needs someone to serve in the ground. All the servants and servants who have served Du'er since childhood have gone. You have watched the young master grow up since you were a child. Without you, the young master will be unhappy."

"Old, sir, you are precious!"

The old housekeeper burst into tears, his body trembled uncontrollably, and finally, under the cold eyes of the old man, he patted his forehead with a palm.

bang~

The blood sprayed, and the head grabbed the ground.

Until death, still kneeling.

"poor person must have something mean."

An Qisheng watched coldly, finally knowing why Zhao Qiandu was so cruel.

With such an old man, how can my son learn well?

"My son, my son"

Zhao Hongxuan stroked the coffin with a trace of grief on his face.

call!

The old woman stood up immediately, her pale face filled with resentment: "Zhao Hongxuan, it was all your idea to kill Du'er!"

"Degree"

Zhao Hongxuan sighed lowly, his expression extremely sad:

"It's all Daddy's fault, it's all Daddy's fault"

He never dreamed that he would let his son die tragically in the south of the city because he deliberately faked his death in order to deceive the person who had cheated Six Doors.

"Zhao Hongxuan, my son is dead, my son is dead!"

The old woman's voice was cold and her body was shaking:

"You have two sons, I only have this one son, I only have this one son!"

Zhao Hongxuan turned around, his face looming:

"Du'er is also my son, do you think I want him to die?!"

"Hahaha! Who knows if you are deliberately killing my son to let the son of that little **** inherit the family business!"

The old woman cries like a nighthawk:

"The people from Six Doors said that it was Kong San who killed Du'er, the Kong San you cooperated with!"

"Zhao Hongxuan cooperated with Kong San? Yes, Kong San was quick and precise, and there was no clue left. It turned out that someone betrayed him the information."

An Qisheng's eyes moved, and this was suddenly in his heart.

The Extreme God Sect was located tens of thousands of miles away in the extreme east, and Kong San, who had lived in the Extreme God Sect since childhood, could never have known what masters were near Nanliang County, which was tens of thousands of miles away.

Even if you want to inquire, you will inevitably leave traces.

However, the six doors have not touched Kong San's shadow for several months. It turned out that there was an inner ghost who provided information.

"Shut up!"

Zhao Hongxuan's expression changed suddenly, and with a flash, he slapped the old woman to the ground:

"If you dare to talk nonsense again, I will kill you with one slap!"

"puff!"

The old woman vomited blood, half of her face swelled up, but her eyes became more and more resentful:

"The surnamed Zhao, you have lost your conscience, and even killed your own son, you must die!"

"Go away! You crazy woman!"

Zhao Hongxuan kicked the old woman to the ground with one kick, his face extremely gloomy:

"Do you think I contacted Kong San to kill my son? Are you crazy or am I crazy?!"

"Hahaha."

The old woman smiled miserably: "Zhao Hongxuan, you are guilty, you are guilty, it is not you who sent Kong San to kill Du'er, in Nanliang City, including you, who can kill my son?

The man with six doors? Or Wang Quan's dying old bastard? "

Zhao Hongxuan's face was ashen, if it weren't for his son's mourning hall, he would almost kill this crazy woman with one palm.

At the same time, he was also a little flustered.

He knew very well that in Nanliang County and several other counties, no one would be able to kill Zhao Qiandu.

But if Kong Sanxia's hand

"No! Impossible! Kong San will definitely not be the one who killed Du'er! Kong San has a big job to do now~lightnovelpub.net~ It is impossible to go out, let alone kill, let alone kill my son! "

Zhao Hongxuan's chest rose and fell, and murderous intent burst out on his face:

"That old thing is lying, yes! It must be that old thing Wang Quan is lying! Wait until I go and catch that old thing and bury it with my son!"

boom!

Suddenly, the door opened, and the night wind came in, blowing incense paper flying all over the sky.

"Who?"

Zhao Hongxuan's expression changed suddenly.

"You don't need to go"

Under the light of the red moon, An Qisheng's shadow pulled the elder:

"I am coming!"