Call~

In the night breeze, An Qisheng suddenly fell into the courtyard.

The body fell together, and it ran into the rockery.

Over the past few months, with the assistance of herbs and pills, whether it is physical or internal strength, he has made great progress, and in a moment, ordinary people can't even see his shadow.

After a few jumps, he was gradually approaching the backyard.

And at this point, Anderson's footsteps stopped.

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

"The landlord of a county town has raised so many guards? Moreover, it seems that they all have martial arts in their bodies......"

An Qisheng frowned, realizing that things were not simple.

Nanliang County is only one of the ninety-seven county towns under the jurisdiction of Ronghua Mansion, and although the Zhao family is said to be a gentry, it is actually just a rich man.

It would be normal if he just raised some family guards, but he glanced over, and dozens of family guards actually had internal strength!

It's not easy.

Although the martial arts style is extremely strong in the Jiufu Realm, not everyone practices martial arts, and even, it is good to have one person in twenty or thirty people practice martial arts.

Moreover, the view of the portal of the Jiufu realm is extremely strict, and the internal martial arts has always been passed on to men and not to women, and disciples with foreign surnames often have to be cattle and horses for a lifetime, so that they can learn internal strength under the condition of leaving one hand.

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

There are dozens of families with internal strength, and there are not a few people who eat meat every day, plus other messy medicinal materials, where can a rich man afford to raise?

Not to mention, he also has a son who was sent to the Damen Sect to learn martial arts.

The sect is not a good hall, and it will let you learn martial arts for no reason, and the twelve serial docks have a fierce style, and if you want to catch up with them, you need not a small amount of money.

"That's interesting......"

An Qisheng's eyes flickered.

The guards who patrolled back and forth were very vigilant, and if An Qisheng didn't want to fight hard, it was impossible for him to sneak forward easily.

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

Sitting in the shadow of the rockery, while devoting himself to two things, looking for opportunities, he has already transported the method of tiger and leopard thunder sound and began to wash the bone marrow and internal organs.

The more he practiced, the more An Qisheng realized that the internal force and the inner fist were a perfect match.

With the combination of internal force, the effect of refining the body is much stronger than that of the two alone.

In just two months, he has almost trained his internal strength to the bone marrow.

This is something that Wang Quan's old Taoist has not done in his seventy years of penance!

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

Whew~

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

The red moon still hangs high, but dark clouds obscure part of the moonlight.

A large shadow hung down, shrouding the entire Zhao family in gloom.

"Who?"

The patrolling escort walked by, and the guard who walked at the end suddenly became alert, and turned his head but found nothing.

"What's wrong?"

Someone asked.

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

The guard shook his head.

"Don't be suspicious, the eldest prince was killed today, and Madame is in a bad mood, don't shout."

The guard in front admonished and turned back.

"Maybe I'm thinking too much......"

The guard turned his head.

Not a single row of guards noticed that behind him, a man was hidden in the shadows, almost clinging to him.

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

How thrilling is it to cling to a person's back without being noticed?

But Anderson did just that, and did.

Call~

As he turned around, An Qisheng's body moved, and he leaped out of the shadows into the inner courtyard in the shadows.

"Woo~"

As he entered the inner courtyard, a low whimper seemed to sound.

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

He glanced at it.

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

Faintly, there was an unstoppable cry.

In the night wind, there is some desolation.

Call~

Anqi walked like a tanuki at night, and he didn't make a sound under his feet, even if he stepped on the fragile dead leaves, he wouldn't make a sound.

In a few breaths, he had walked through the inner courtyard to the room where a faint cry could be heard.

He peered through the crack in the window.

In the house, there 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 dressed in satin black fell to his knees tremblingly.

"Old butler, you have followed my Zhao family for more than thirty years, right?"

The old woman said as she wiped away her tears.

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

The old butler's voice trembled

"It's been more than 30 years, don't you know Du'er's temper......"

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

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

His heart was in despair, and his heart trembled.

Zhao Qiandu's movements were extremely fast, he had disappeared before he had time to explain, where did he think that it was not even half an hour in a short time, and with the strength of his internal refining, he actually died in the south of the city.

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

"Zhao Hongxuan? He didn't die? So how did they fool Six Doors? ”

Outside the window, An Qisheng was shocked.

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

He also wondered why the Zhao family had not mourned for a long time, but it turned out that he was not dead?

What does this old guy want to do?

What's the conspiracy?

An Qisheng thought in his heart, in the house, Zhao Hongxuan had already come to the front of the mourning hall.

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

"The young master also needs a person to serve underground, the maids 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 dear! ”

The old housekeeper burst into tears, his body trembled uncontrollably, and finally, under the cold eyes of the old man, he slapped his palm on his eyebrows.

Bang~

Blood sprays, head to the ground.

Until death, still kneeling.

"The poor will have something to hate."

An Qisheng watched coldly, and finally knew why Zhao Qiandu was so fierce.

With such an old man, can his son learn well?

"My son, my son ......."

Zhao Hongxuan stroked the coffin, and his face showed a trace of grief.

Call!

The old woman stood up suddenly, and her pale face looked resentful: "Zhao Hongxuan, it's all your idea, you killed Du'er!" ”

"Du'er ......."

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 deliberately faked his death in order to deceive the people of the six doors, and he would let his son die tragically in the south of the city.

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

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

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

Zhao Hongxuan turned around, and a sinister look appeared on his face:

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

"Hahaha! Who knows if you deliberately wanted to kill my son in order to let that little slut's son inherit the family business! ”

The old woman cried like a nighthawk:

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

"Zhao Hongxuan and Kong San cooperate? That's it...... Kong San was quick and accurate, and there was no clue left, it turned out that someone had betrayed the information to him......."

An Qisheng's eyes moved, and his heart suddenly changed.

The Extreme God Sect is located tens of thousands of miles away from the extreme east, and it is impossible for Kong San, who has lived in the Extreme God Sect since he was a child, to know what masters are near Nanliang County, which is tens of thousands of miles away.

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

But the six doors haven't touched Kong San's shadow for several months, it turns out that there is an inner ghost providing information.

"Shut up!"

Zhao Hongxuan's color changed, he flashed, and slapped the old woman to the ground:

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

"Poof!"

The old woman vomited blood from her mouth, half of her face was swollen, but her eyes became more and more resentful:

"The surname Zhao, you have lost all your conscience, and even killed your own son, you can't die a good death!"

"Get out! You crazy! ”

Zhao Hongxuan kicked the old woman to the ground, and his face was extremely gloomy:

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

"Hahaha."

The old woman laughed miserably: "Zhao Hongxuan, you have a weak heart, you have a weak heart, it wasn't you who sent Kong San to kill Du'er, this Nanliang City, counting you, who can kill my son?"

The Man of the Six Doors? Is it still Wang Quan's dying old miscellaneous hair? ”

Zhao Hongxuan's face was pale, 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 panicked.

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

But if it's Kong Sanxia's hand........

"Nope! No way! It will definitely not be Kong San who kills Du'er! Kong San has a big deal to do now, it is impossible to go out, and it is impossible to kill, let alone come to kill my son! ”

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

"That old thing lies, yes! It must be Wang Quan's old thing lying! When I go and grab that old thing, give my son a burial!" ”

Bang!

Suddenly, the door opened, and the night breeze poured in, and the incense ash paper was blown and fluttered all over the sky.

"Who?"

Zhao Hongxuan's color changed.

"You don't have to ......."

Under the red moonlight, the shadow of Anqisheng pulls the elder:

"I'm coming!"