67. The conspiracy is back

Chongjiaofang.

Zhou family.

In the past few days, the Zhou family has been full of white vegetarians and immersed in sadness.

The leader of the future family cultivated by the Zhou family, Zhou Yun is alive and dead!

It was only because of the heavy snow for several days that the mourning date was postponed.

Outside the Zhou family's mansion, there are constantly people coming in and out, and there are endless guests.

The Zhou family is not a big family in the entire capital, but its ancestors have also followed Taizu to fight the world.

It has been beautiful, broken, the family has had ups and downs, and has experienced many ups and downs.

Although it is not as good as those families that have been inherited for hundreds of years, or even thousands of years, it can be regarded as a small foundation.

But with the death of Zhou Yunsheng, the Zhou family is also destined to decline.

Because the Zhou family of this generation is not in charge, the only one who can take the shot is Zhou Yunsheng. , and most of the rest of the children are unbearable.

A carriage stopped outside the gate of Zhou's house, and a person slowly walked out of the carriage.

There was a welcoming servant at the door who immediately said loudly: "Jinyiwei, Zhao Qianhu has arrived!" ”

Zhao Jingzhong walked into the mourning hall, and the guests around him greeted him one after another.

On both sides of the mourning hall, Zhou Yunsheng's wife and children knelt, and the five-year-old child was kowtowed by the woman next to him.

Zhao Jingzhong put on a stick of incense, his eyes swept to the woman in mourning clothes on the side, and a different color flashed in his eyes.

An old man on the side hurriedly stepped forward and said respectfully: "Old man Zhou Pingli, I have seen thousands of households. ”

The old man was dressed in plain black, and the whole person looked much older, with a deep tiredness in his expression.

Zhao Jingzhong retracted his gaze, sighed lightly, and comforted: "Patriarch Zhou, mourn." ”

"The world is unpredictable, Yunsheng was my most powerful subordinate, who knew that such a thing would happen."

"If there is any difficulty, you must tell the official, and the official will do his best."

Zhou Pingli bowed and showed gratitude: "Thank you, sir." ”

Zhao Jingzhong's eyes narrowed slightly, and he said in a deep voice: "Patriarch Zhou, can you take a step to speak?" ”

Zhou Pingli turned sideways and said, "My lord, please!" ”

Zhao Jingzhong nodded and took the lead in walking to the back hall.

In the room, Zhao Jingzhong sat on the Taishi chair and said softly: "Patriarch Zhou, I think you also know who killed Yunsheng. ”

"However, Lin Mang has the protection of the pacification envoy, and the official is powerless, so he can only let this bureaucracy run rampant."

Zhou Pingli glanced at Zhao Jingzhong, then gritted his teeth and said, "Hateful!" That Lin Mang deliberately killed my son, this revenge can not be avenged, please make the decision for us. ”

Let's go to the end!

Zhao Jingzhong shook his head and sighed lightly: "This matter is difficult, if there is no conclusive evidence of the crime, I am afraid that it will be difficult for this official to deal with it." ”

"But ......"

After a pause, Zhao Jingzhong suddenly said: "Patriarch Zhou, I have a plan, or it can be done." ”

"Please speak up!" Zhou Pingli said immediately.

A trace of coldness flashed in Zhao Jingzhong's eyes, and he said lightly: "Patriarch Zhou, you said that if people know that he bullied Yun Sheng's wife and children, can this brocade guard tolerate him?" ”

"If you don't have the identity of Jinyiwei, wouldn't it be easy to solve him."

Zhou Pingli was shocked in his heart.

Zhao Jingzhong patted Zhou Pingli's shoulder with a smile, and said quietly: "Patriarch Zhou, the words have come to this, what to do is up to you." ”

Looking at the departing figure, Zhou Pingli suddenly seemed to age more than ten years in an instant.

Beizhen Fusi, is he really not clear at all?

No, he actually knew very well that although Yun Sheng died at the hands of that Lin Mang, in the final analysis, if it weren't for Zhao Jingzhong, there would be no disaster today.

It's just that he doesn't dare to hate!

In the past, the Zhou family had Zhou Yunsheng, a hundred households, and the scenery was infinite for a while.

Now that Yunsheng is gone, I don't know how many families are staring at them, if there is no more protection from Zhao Jingzhong, his Zhou family will not be far from extinction.

……

Staring at the true qi that was gradually dissipating in his hand, Lin Mang smiled.

Not bad!

He is not far from the Gangqi realm.

True Qi Condensation!

The breath of Tiangang!

The martial artists of the Tiangang Realm can condense the Gang Qi Protector without the help of exercises.

He studied the Pure Yang Supreme Gong, which introduced that the true qi cultivated in the True Qi realm was "qi", and the cultivation in the Tiangang realm was "jin".

For example, the golden bell jar he repaired, its protective body is a manifestation of "strength", which can transform the appearance of the golden bell.

If you want to break through the Tiangang Realm, you need to transform your true qi into Tiangang true qi, and if you want to transform your true qi into your true qi, you need to condense and hammer your true qi repeatedly.

In this step, a good exercise can save a lot of time.

In terms of exercises, I now have the Pure Yang Supreme Gong, which is completely sufficient.

Now that the true qi realm is complete, the golden bell jar has already reached the consummation realm, and its protective body qi is enough to make him invincible under the heavenly gang.

And those who can cultivate the golden bell jar to perfection, even if they are Shaolin monks, are definitely a minority.

Lin Mang stretched his waist in satisfaction, got up and walked into the room to change clothes.

Seeing that Lin Mang was about to leave, Tang Qi hurriedly stepped forward and said, "My lord, do you need to prepare a carriage?" ”

"No need." Lin Mang waved his hand and said, "I'm just going home." ”

The original father left a small courtyard in Jiaozhongfang, and when he left Beijing, he left the tablet in the small courtyard, and now that it is empty, he should also go to the pillar incense.

Riding a horse, Lin Mang went straight to the Wushi Lane of Jiaozhongfang.

Because it was morning, there was a lot of shouting along the way.

On both sides of the street, all kinds of hawkers shouted.

Since last night, the various gangs of Jiaozhongfang have died down in an instant, and the entire Jiaozhongfang has presented a peaceful scene.

If it weren't for all these gangs, there would be chaos, and he would have led people to break down the door.

Without these gangs, the gangs of the rest of the Fang will inevitably come to fight for the territory of the Jiaozhong Fang, and there will be chaos at that time.

At this moment, a group of figures in the distance caught his eye.

Several blue-robed figures gathered around a breakfast stall, shouting loudly.

On the side of the stall, a girl about fourteen or fifteen years old was already crying pear blossoms with rain.

The crowd of people watching around pointed and pointed, but they did not dare to step forward.

Lin Mang frowned.

Blue robe, Xiucai?

If he remembers correctly, in Daming, most of these people in blue robes are showmen.

And they are a kind of alternative "hooligans".

Turned over and dismounted, led the horse and walked straight over.

He patted one of them on the shoulder and asked, "What's going on here?" ”

The man just wanted to say a perfunctory sentence, but the moment he turned his head, he saw Lin Mang's expression, and subconsciously said it.

"It's not like these guys don't pay for food."

"This is not the first time, just now this little girl stepped forward to theorize, and she had to be slapped in vain, not to mention that she soiled his clothes and wanted to make this little girl lose money."

"Ugh." The man sighed as he spoke, and said helplessly: "However, this group of people has merit and fame, and the government is also biased towards them." ”