() Zhong Zhaoming previously claimed that he had seen the living monster in Xiaojun Mountain.

And this monster is likely to be the long-lost magic spear that has been missing.

The magic spear is here.

Even if there is no reward for An Shiqing, many people will do everything possible to track down the whereabouts of the magic spear.

And Zhong Zhaoming became an important eyewitness, and naturally became the focus of everyone.

Maybe you can get some clues related to the magic gun from his mouth.

In this way, Zhong Zhaoming has attracted much attention. It's not hard to find his whereabouts.

The word of mouth spread, and soon someone passed Zhong Zhaoming's location to An Shiqing and them-

Zhong Zhaoming is now staying with his father and brother in an official post near Xiaojun Mountain.

The official post is the same as the inn, and it is different from the inn in that it is a hostel for the official family to rest.

Ordinary people don't have permission to enter or leave here.

Zhong Ding, as one of the twelve dukes, is considered half of the official family. But everyone knows that he has an eldest son who is a big official in the imperial capital.

He and Zhong Zhenzhou brought Zhong Zhaoming to the official post, and arranged an enchantment around the official post.

In the room, Zhong Ding stared at Zhong Zhaoming with a cold gaze.

Zhong Zhenzhou stood beside his father, flamboyant and arrogant, with an indifferent smile on the corner of his slanted lips.

He looked at his brother like an ant.

Zhong Ding asked: "Zhao Ming, what did you see in Xiaojun Mountain?"

Zhong Zhaoming lowered his head and remained silent.

Zhong Zhenzhou said loudly: "Dad asked you something!"

His voice sounded so abruptly that Zhong Zhaoming shuddered.

Zhong Zhaoming was like cowardly Bao Qiao Song possessed, and lowered his head and hesitated: "I... I didn't see anything..."

Zhong Ding was a little angry: "Since you haven't seen anything, then why do you have to go around telling people that you have seen the magic spear appear!"

"I... I didn't say it everywhere!" Zhong Zhaoming fell into panic, shaking his head constantly and denying it again and again, "It's none of my business!

Knock knock.

At this moment, there was a knock on the door of the room.

Since the father and son entered the room, the closed door has been knocked on I don't know how many times.

Zhong Ding gave Zhong Zhenzhou a look.

Zhong Zhenzhou understood and went to answer the door.

The person who knocked on the door, a disciple of the Zhong clan in Longling, after the door opened, reported a string of names to Zhong Zhenzhou in an orderly manner-

These people all came to see Sect Master Zhong, and even expressed their gratitude to his youngest son for helping each other with the disciples of the other sects when he was trapped in Xiaojun Mountain.

Zhong Zhenzhou sent a few words, closed the door, and returned to his father.

"Dad, you heard it just now, and you said that you should thank you in person, but they are all beautiful words! They don't want to know about the magic spear from Brother Ming! They can't succeed, I'm afraid they won't give up. Dad, what are we going to do now?"

Zhong Ding looked at his stupid third son, obviously about to have a seizure, but he restrained the emotions above.

You can't hide like this all the time.

Hiding like this all the time may lead to suspicion.

Zhong Ding secretly weighed it in his heart, turned to look at his youngest son, and lowered his voice as much as he tried to make his tone sound very kind:

"Zhao Ming, you are the smartest child in our family. ”

The smartest child in the Zhong family?

Not necessarily!

Zhong Zhenzhou pursed his lips and rolled his eyes to look at Fang Liang, obviously extremely disagreeing with his father's words.

Zhong Ding continued: "You should know what the consequences of saying the wrong thing are. You must not harm your third brother's life. ”

It was Zhong Zhenzhou who appeared in Zhong Zhaoming's field of vision with a magic spear, not someone else from the Longling Zhong clan, let alone him, the sect master of the Longling Zhong clan.

Even if Zhong Zhenzhou was in trouble because of this, he, the Zhong Sect Master, also had a way to clear up the involvement.

Zhong Ding continued to bewitch his youngest son: "Zhao Ming, do you understand the words of your father?"

Zhong Zhaoming nodded hurriedly.

Seeing that he was obedient, Zhong Ding smiled with satisfaction.

He got up and said, "Then think about it in the house." ”

He understands everything, what else does he want?

- Zhong Zhaoming looked up, but saw his father leaving with his third brother.

He was the only one left in the room.

The father and brother should have gone to send off the people who wanted to see him outside.

Then he... Is this grounded?

After?

Will he return to Qingtai, or will he follow his father and brother back to Longling?

He has witnessed the process of the third brother's murder and evil, but he is afraid that his father and brother will not let him go anywhere outside...

The more he thought about it, the more uneasy Zhong Zhaoming became.

Who's going to help him?

Even give him ideas!

The other side——————

After inquiring about Zhong Zhaoming's location, Pei Yunling and An Shiqing divided into two routes and agreed to meet at the official post.

Pei Yunling led the team to take the lead.

An Shiqing and a small group of people rushed there on foot.

Zhu Zhihua rubbed to An Shiqing's side and said with a smile: "County Lord, have you seen my father?"

"Huh?" An Shiqing was at a loss, "When have I seen your father?" ”

The Zhu sect master of the Yanyang Zhu clan is said to be a ruthless person, and he doesn't like to see people very much, so he likes to stay alone. Especially ruthless, even his wife and children avoid it.

An Shiqing's understanding of this Zhu Sect Master is that he is often in retreat, he is either in retreat or on the way to retreat.

As a result, the wife of the sect master of the Yanyang Zhu clan suffered a lot of jokes, saying that she was widowed at a young age, and some people even suspected that the Zhu Zhihua she gave birth to was not the bloodline of the sect master.

"Cloak. Yanyang Zhu's flower spoke, and he stared at the cloak on An Shiqing's body, "This cloak was made by my mother for my father." ”

An Shiqing's mind buzzed, and he couldn't help but stop.

The masked lantern man she saw in the demon mist was actually the sect master of the Yanyang Zhu clan and Zhu Zhihua's father-Zhu Changhong!?

"The man in the mask, is that your father?"

Zhu Zhihua also stopped, and asked with some expectation: "County Lord, what do you think of my father?"

An Shiqing took off the cloak and returned it to Zhu Zhihua's hand, and said with an inexplicable smile:

"If he were alive, I would really like to meet him. ”

Zhu Zhihua hugged the cloak, was stunned and caught up with An Shiqing.

"The county lord wants to beat my father? Where did my father provoke the county lord? Then he must not have done it on purpose. You don't know my father, but if you do, you'll like him!"

An Shiqing looked at him with strange eyes, "Are you going to be a matchmaker for me and your father, and you're not afraid of chilling your mother's heart?"

"Ahh

An Shiqing quickened his pace.

Zhu Zhihua was about to wrap it up, but he put a cold hand on his shoulder.

He looked back and saw Nohara staring at him faintly.

Zhu Zhihua said strangely: "What are you stopping me for?"

Nohara asked faintly, "What are you going to do?"

"I..."

Zhu Zhihua looked at An Shiqing's back, and suddenly didn't understand herself.

That's right.

What is he doing?

What is he going to do?

Nohara said quietly: "It's good that you understand." ”

With that, Nohara crossed him and caught up with the team in front.

Zhu Zhihua held the cloak and stood in place, her face full of melancholy.