Before the eldest prince could speak, Gonggong Zhang behind them leaned forward slightly and said:

"The slave has already inquired clearly, and now the Zhao family has a daughter, the daughter of the patriarch, and at the same time, Zhao Xingsheng's apprentice, called Zhao Xueqing, this woman has three good. ”

"Yihao is beautiful, she looks as beautiful as a fairy, her figure is Ona, especially her ass is not small, she is a woman who can give birth to a son, the queen must like it, she is also called 'Ice and Snow Beauty' by the people in the rivers and lakes. ”

"The second good is martial arts, she is twenty years old, but she is already a first-class master, since Zhao Xingsheng can accept her as an apprentice, her martial arts talent is quite high. ”

"Sanhao is management, she now serves as the deputy hall master of the Zhao family's Yanwutang, the Zhao family's Yanwutang is an institution that cultivates the core disciples of the Zhao family, and the hall master is Zhao Tianxiong, but he is only in name, but it is this Zhao Xueqing who is really in charge. ”

Suddenly, Lin Lang's expression changed slightly, and he raised his hand, and Gonggong Zhang closed his mouth, and the eldest prince only had the situation, and took two steps back, while a group of guards surrounded him, looking nervous.

The third prince can be assassinated, and the eldest prince is not immune to assassination, although the eldest prince deliberately came out quietly this time and transferred three big ships to the army that favored him, and there was no flag on the ship, just to prevent people from jumping over the wall in a hurry.

But there is always a fear of a single eventuality, so the ship's defense force is extremely strong, just in case.

Lin Lang said in a low voice: "Don't be afraid, it's just a pigeon, flying towards us." Although the voice was small, everyone around him had good martial arts, and they could hear it clearly.

Lin Lang's eyes could already see the flying pigeons, and he continued: "Presumably there must be intelligence sent here. ”

At this time, a guard stepped forward and whistled a few times, and the pigeon also "cooed", and the guard whispered: "Your Highness, it is indeed our carrier pigeon." ”

The pigeon flew over everyone's heads and circled twice, and the guard in charge of the pigeon was about to blow the whistle and call the pigeon down.

I saw Lin Lang stretch out his right hand, and as soon as he grabbed it towards the sky, a wave of energy was launched, and the pigeon hovering in the sky seemed to be grabbed by an invisible hand, and fell straight down and fell into Lin Lang's right hand.

He took a miniature copper pipe from under the pigeon's left foot, and a branch was stuffed in it, which he pulled out and handed to Grandpa Zhang behind him.

When Gonggong Zhang looked at the content of the note, he gasped and said, "Your Highness, let's go back to the imperial city." ”

The eldest prince's face turned pale, and he said with a slight anger: "Why are you so uncontrollable, how can you do big things?"

Lin Lang also knew that Gonggong Zhang, as the eunuch of the eldest prince, was very witty, and even he lost his usual composure, so something big must have happened.

Father-in-law Zhang bowed slightly and said, "It's the slave's fault." But this fact is striking. ”

The eldest prince's face turned slightly pale, and he asked, "What the hell is going on?"

Father-in-law Zhang smiled bitterly: "The bloody killing show that was driven away by that old eunuch ten years ago has reappeared. ”

The eldest prince's face instantly lost blood.

Lin Langqi said: "Is it the Wen Xiucai who broke into the imperial city and assassinated His Majesty the Emperor?"

The eldest prince nodded.

Lin Lang also lost his color slightly, that one had a common enmity with the royal family, he thought he was dead, but he didn't expect to be alive.

After a while, the eldest prince's face returned to normal and said, "You can read it." ”

Gonggong Zhang repeated to the note: "King Qing and the princess were found dead in the bedroom a month ago, the death was miserable. Qingwang's chest and back are also crossed, the chest is 'Ji Lao Dog', and the back is 'The next is you'. Compared with the methods of ten years ago, the Hidden Snake Division is the same, it must be a bloody killing talent. ”

The eldest prince hesitated and said, "Isn't it possible that someone else imitates it?"

Zhang Gonggong said: "The Qingwang himself is a sixth-order martial artist who has opened his senses, and there are guards patrolling every night, and the commander of the guards is an eighth-order martial artist who has opened his senses, so he lives not far from the palace, but he doesn't hear any movement at all. ”

Lin Lang moved slightly, this information was not written on a note, obviously the people of the royal family knew very well about the information of the prince below.

The eldest prince nodded slightly, and said, "Yes, with such strength, it must not be under Lin Lang, there is really no need to pretend to others." ”

Gonggong Zhang persuaded again: "Your Highness, it's too dangerous to go here, why don't you turn back now." ”

The eldest prince shook his head and said, "Could it be that I changed my itinerary after hearing only one piece of news, so how can I compete for the throne?"

Gonggong Zhang was still persuading, and the eldest prince said: "This king's attention has been decided, and he will continue to go to Zhao's mansion." This king has Lin Lang and so many loyal guards with him, and where do he dare not go. ”

Gonggong Zhang saw that the eldest prince was firm, so he had to give up. Lin Lang smiled slightly, but did not speak.

............

After the middle-aged scribe withdrew from the forbidden land of the Zhao Mansion, he headed towards his destination.

I saw that he was like a ghost, walking through the alleys and houses, quietly, and the paths he walked were all shadows, and in the inner courtyard, the Zhao family had several teams of guards patrolling at night, but they couldn't find him.

Recently, the guard was standing in the moonlight, and the middle-aged scribe was standing in the shadow three feet away, and even the guard's eyes looked at this shadow, but he still couldn't find it, the middle-aged scribe seemed to melt into the shadow, or he was the shadow.

If he had been an assassin, he believed that no one would have survived, but the fact is that he had actually assassinated many people, and until now, one person is still alive.

It is said that he was not in good health and was dying, but unfortunately he did not die at his own hands, and the middle-aged scribe would feel quite regretful.

Although it was night, although there was a patrol, the middle-aged scribe still arrived at his destination very quickly, and it was the Zhao family's martial arts hall.

He observed it a few times, then jumped in and came to the backyard of the Yanwu Hall. Yanwutang is an independent building complex, not only has a large hall, an apse, a Tibetan building, an empty square, a special ring area, and even a few courtyards, which are for teachers and students to live temporarily.

The middle-aged scribe went straight to the place where the teacher lived, and in his senses, there were two teachers living here.

He put his hand on the doorknob, and with a slight push, the door opened, and when he entered, he closed the door again, and without making any sound, he gently touched one of the teaching rooms until he reached the edge of the bed in the bedroom.

This teaching is called Zhao Qingyan, and he is also a cultivator of the sixth order of enlightenment, and he is good at the "Songfeng Sword Technique", and the middle-aged scribe still has no idea until he comes to his bedside.

The middle-aged scribe waved his sleeves and threw it at Zhao Qingyan's face, waking him up, and his face instantly swollen.

Zhao Qingyan woke up in pain, opened his eyes and saw that there was someone at the head of the bed, so he lifted his internal force, straightened his waist, and kicked his two feet at the head of the visitor, and at the same time opened his mouth, and was about to shout.

His heart was horrified, because the warrior's original spiritual sense was keen, he opened the six orifices again, and he couldn't hear anyone coming in, and even the other party shot at him, he was still not surprised, but was woken up alive.

To put it simply, his spiritual sense was an ornament to a middle-aged scribe, and even if he did it a hundred times, he still didn't know anything about it.

The middle-aged scribe obviously didn't want him to die yet, so he just woke him up at first, obviously trying something, this was his chance, he wanted to cry for help, so that the people in the family were alert, and he naturally could not be spared.

But Zhao Qingyan saw a ridicule in the eyes of the middle-aged scribe, he felt a little bad in his heart, the shout had been shouted out of his mouth, but the voice was confined in a space of three feet around him, unable to spread.

His flying legs were easily flashed by the middle-aged scribe, and then a hand struck like lightning.

Karma!

Both of his legs were broken, and the pain distorted his face and he fell back onto the bed.

He gritted his teeth and asked, "Who are you? What do you want to do? Don't you know that this is the Zhao family?"

The middle-aged scribe smiled and said, "I'm just asking you something, but before I ask, I'll give you a meal." ”

When Zhao Qingyan felt bad, the middle-aged scribe suddenly stretched out his finger, Zhao Qingyan didn't even have time to dodge, he vaguely saw a ray of black light lingering on this finger, this finger was on his forehead, soft and weak, when he was surprised, his consciousness fell into boundless darkness.

The middle-aged scribe's expression was indifferent: "Let you also taste the torture that tortures me every day." He waited.

And in the depths of Zhao Qingyan's consciousness, he was groggy and dazed and trapped in the darkness, and suddenly a light appeared.

There is light but it does not mean light, along with the light, several distorted shadows loomed around, gradually approaching, when Zhao Qingyan's consciousness gradually came back to his senses, looking at these gradually clear shadows, he couldn't help but howl loudly.

These shadows are all kinds of dead ghosts, some with long tongues, some with cracked bellies and intestines hanging in front, some with green faces and fangs, some headless ghosts, some dead babies, and so on, each of which is ten times more terrifying and eerie than the most vicious people in reality.

These ghost creatures slowly approached Zhao Qingyan, Zhao Qingyan was finally scared, his expression was frightened, his facial features were distorted, and he shouted: "Let me go! Let me go! I promise you everything!"

But no one answered, and finally these ghosts all pounced on Zhao Qingyan, some pounced on Zhao Qingyan's face, some hugged his legs, some hugged his waist, and they all gnawed together, and even many ghosts drilled in and out of Zhao Qingyan's seven orifices, bringing out a lot of filth.

Zhao Qingyan fell into hell in an instant, and experienced the torture of a hundred ghosts.

With such a painful torture in his consciousness, Zhao Qingyan in reality also trembled, his limbs twitched constantly, feces and urine flowed together, and the room was immediately filthy.

The middle-aged scribe's face did not change, he raised his finger slightly, and Zhao Qingyan gradually regained consciousness.

The middle-aged scribe said, "Tell me, who is the most talented person in your Zhao family under thirty?"

Zhao Qingyan was the only stunned, in his subconscious, the most talented person in the Zhao family now is of course Zhao Xueqing, but looking at the appearance of the middle-aged scribe, it is obviously unfavorable to him, as a member of the Zhao family, it is bound not to let the genius of the Zhao family die halfway. A flash of inspiration moved in his mind, and he said, "It's that Zhao Dongli." ”