Yang Guo jumped into the courtyard wall. Seeing that everything is the same here, I can't help but feel a little embarrassed in my heart. If he hadn't met Grandma Sun and his aunt, I'm afraid he would still be messing around here.

But when he came back here again, Zhao Zhijing was already dead, and he had grown up. I don't know if that Zhang Zhiguang still recognizes me, but Yang Guo thought about it for a while, and it was best not to recognize it, so that he could completely withdraw from this matter.

So Yang Guo slipped to the porter and put his ear on the door to listen.

Sure enough, the two disciples on duty were asleep, and they had already dreamed of Zhou Gong and forgot their duties. Yang Guo gently pushed open the door, took a robe from the shelf, and then sneaked out again and closed the door.

Yang Guo put on his robe and fastened his belt as he walked. He used to patrol the night, so he was very familiar with the walking route of the night patrol disciples, so he easily avoided those little Taoist priests and found Zhang Zhiguang's house by following his memory.

That Zhang Zhiguang and Zhao Zhijing are of the same generation, they are Hao Datong's second disciples, so the treatment in the sect is naturally not bad, the disciples of their generation all live alone, and one person owns a house, but the place where Zhang Zhiguang lives has an excellent environment, and he lives in a small courtyard alone, so it is easy to find.

A faint "stabbing" sound sounded, and Yang Guo tore off a piece of cloth from his robe and covered his face. Only then did he jump into the courtyard with confidence and gently knocked on Zhang Zhiguang's door.

"Who?"

Almost in a moment, there was an inquiring voice from inside, I don't know what Zhang Zhiguang was doing in the middle of the night, and he didn't seem to be asleep.

"Uncle Zhang, if I have a discussion, please open the door and see you. ”

Yang Guo deliberately said in a rough voice.

"The door is not struck, you push the door in yourself. ”

Zhang Zhiguang's voice came from inside, and he sounded like he was completely defenseless, not worried about some cunning villain outside the door. But that's right, how can anyone knock on the door when he commits murder? Fortunately, Yang Guo didn't directly push the door in just now, otherwise he would be in trouble after some misunderstanding.

"Why are you masked? Sneaky, whose disciple are you?"

Yang Guo closed the door with his backhand facing inward, and followed the sound to see Zhang Zhiguang sitting cross-legged on the bed, but the light in the room was dim, so he could only see a slight figure.

"It's just that the disciples have seen something they shouldn't see, so they don't dare to show their true colors, for fear of causing trouble for themselves. “

Yang Guo replied respectfully, as if he was a little Taoist priest of the Quanzhen Sect, and people couldn't find anything wrong.

"What did you see, and why did you come to me?"

Zhang Zhiguang said in a deep voice, but he still sat cross-legged on the bed, maintaining a meditative posture.

"I see... I saw Uncle Zhen kill Uncle Zhao and cut off his head. ”

Yang Guo said in a hurry. "What!?"

Zhang Zhiguang suddenly raised his voice. Yang Guo saw that his body seemed to tremble.

"I saw that Uncle Zhen killed Uncle Zhao. ”

Yang Guo repeated it again.

"Ahem, well, you listen to me carefully. When did you see it? Did you see it clearly? Did your Uncle Zhen kill you Uncle Zhao with his own hands?"

Zhang Zhiguang stood up and walked towards Yang Guo. On the way, the moonlight outside the window just shone on his face, so that Yang Guo could see that face clearly, there were several scars around his eyes, because the smile that could not be concealed affected the skin around his eyes, so it looked particularly infiltrating in the night.