Unconsciously, the sky has darkened, many shops on the streets of Huizhou have closed, and some restaurants and inns have hung strings of red lanterns to guide people who want to eat and stay in the wind and snow.

The snow on the street can already cover the upper, Yan Liqiang according to his memory, puff and puff stepping on the snow, walking in Huizhou City, "Han Imperial Times" has a distribution point in Huizhou City, the person in charge of the newspaper stationed in Huizhou City, is very down-to-earth, it is a brother of Xu Enda, surnamed Wang, Yan Liqiang is worried about Fang Beidou and others, so he wants to come to the distribution point to find someone to understand the recent situation of Fang Beidou and others.

When Yan Liqiang came to the newspaper distribution point, the distribution point with a two-story building had been closed, and there was no one to be seen, Yan Liqiang frowned, according to the rules of the newspaper, the distribution points in the cities of Gyeonggi were closed at night at Hai Shi, and now it was Wu Shi, why was there no one at this distribution point.

He walked to the door, tapped it with a clasp, and shouted......

"Bang bang bang...... Is there anybody, is there anybody in there?"

Yan Liqiang shouted twice, but no one responded at the distribution point of the newspaper, but the curtain of a tailor shop next to it was opened, and an old man with a tape measure around his neck, a sleeve sleeve, and a pair of scissors in his hand, the old man with white hair stuck out his head and glanced at Yan Liqiang, "Young man, it's dark now, the distribution point of this newspaper has long been closed, you have to find someone, you have to wait until tomorrow, as soon as it dawns, this place will be open......

Yan Liqiang walked to the door of the tailor shop next to him and asked politely, "Uncle, let me ask, are all the distribution points of this newspaper closing so early, I remember that it seems to be closed until midnight, right?"

The old man took advantage of the light in the store to take a closer look at Yan Liqiang from head to toe, and found that Yan Liqiang had a beautiful face, spoke kindly, and the clothes he was wearing were decent, not like a bad person, so he said patiently, "Hey, that was in the past, and now the distribution point of this newspaper is closed as soon as it gets dark......

"And what about the king's shopkeeper here?"

"Shopkeeper Wang, you also know Shopkeeper Wang......"

"Yes, we've known each other for years, I remember the last time I saw him, he was still here......"

"This Wang shopkeeper heard that he was summoned to the imperial capital a few months ago, and then he didn't come back, and I don't know what happened, now this distribution point has been replaced by a new shopkeeper, and the new shopkeeper is surnamed Cao, but he is not as kind as the Wang shopkeeper to talk well......" The old tailor said, and shook his head helplessly, "In the past, when the king shopkeeper was here, the cloth in my store could be taken out to dry when the weather was fine, and when the new shopkeeper came, he said that the pole of my cloth drying could not stretch out the corner of the wall, affecting his business, not half an inch, it was really annoying." ......”

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Leaving the distribution point, Yan Liqiang's face sank like water, the newspaper must have had an accident, but he couldn't think of why this newspaper had an accident, it stands to reason that the current situation in the imperial capital has been completely controlled by His Majesty the Emperor and Sun Bingchen, this newspaper is hanging under the hands of Gonggong Liu, His Majesty the Emperor and Sun Bingchen also know the relationship between Fang Beidou and others and himself, Lin Qingtian was in the imperial capital when the newspaper did not have an accident, why is there an accident now, it stands to reason, it shouldn't be......

Yan Liqiang didn't have any acquaintances in Huizhou City to find out the news and inside story of the newspaper, after thinking about it, Yan Liqiang still decided to live patiently in Huizhou City for a day, and wait until tomorrow morning to leave for Dijing City, and when he arrived in Dijing City, all this would be clear.

Thinking so, Yan Liqiang walked around Huizhou City for a while, and then found an inconspicuous inn to settle down.

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In the middle of the night, Yan Liqiang, who was lying on the inn bed and falling asleep, suddenly opened his eyes, his brows moved, with his cultivation, even if he was asleep, his body was extremely alert, just for a moment, he felt that on the roof where he lived, someone quickly crossed over with light skills, and the sound of clothes cutting through the air, although small, still did not escape Yan Liqiang's ears.

Yan Liqiang glanced out the window, at this moment, it was freezing outside, the cold wind was howling, and it was dark, at this time, it was the golden time for the characters and masters of the rivers and lakes to carry out their activities at night......

Listening to An Shidao said that there are now a lot of people in the rivers and lakes who fish in troubled waters in the land of Gyeonggi, it seems that it is still true, before a place changes or chaos, all kinds of people from all walks of life who smell the breath, just like sharks that smell blood, will flock to find an opportunity to make a fortune or become famous, not to mention, it is in this small inn where Yan Liqiang lived, when he came in to eat in the dining hall earlier, he saw that there were two rangers living in this inn, and several guests who stayed in the inn were carrying swords, with big shoulders and round waists, not good stubble......

Yan Liqiang continued to sleep with his eyes closed, lying on the bed without moving, because the person who had just crossed over from his roof, judging from the cultivation of light skills, that is, the realm between a martial artist and a great martial artist, these people were like small animals that came out to forage at night, and Yan Liqiang had no interest in following behind these people's butts to see what they were going to do.

It's just that Yan Liqiang slept for less than seven or eight minutes with his eyes closed, and there was an extremely slight movement on the roof, and two extremely fast sounds of breaking the air came from a distance, and then landed on the eaves of a room next to the house where Yan Liqiang lived, and stayed for a while......

"How'......s it going?"

"I just received the news, they are in the City God Temple next to the Yuhua Pavilion in the east of the city, and the ghost king's people have passed......"

"Let's go, don't let them run......"

The voices of the two people on the roof were extremely low, and they were all holding their throats, but I am afraid they never dreamed that right under their feet, in this inconspicuous little inn, there was actually such a great master of advanced martial arts as Yan Liqiang, who had practiced the Yi Jin Washing Sutra for so many years, and the sensitivity of Yan Liqiang's facial features had already exceeded the imagination of normal people, and it was many times stronger than the masters of the normal martial arts realm。

Yan Liqiang's eyes, which had been closed, opened suddenly, and the light in his eyes flashed, among the four great Dharma Protector Venerables of the White Lotus Sect, there was a person who was nicknamed the Ghost King!

As soon as the sound of breaking the air in his ears disappeared, he got up from the bed in a hurry, quickly got dressed on the bed, and after thinking about it, he took out a black hood from the bag and put it on his face, only revealing a pair of eyes, and then picked up the long sword beside him, and gently pushed the window of the room, and the whole person flipped out like a light smoke, and came to the roof in the blink of an eye.

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

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