Speaking of this, I suddenly heard the noise of people outside the hall, followed by a few people in a hurry, and rushed in. He Zhentian frowned, and said, "There are no rules!" I saw that there were three boxers rushing in, and the first one was angry and said: "Pavilion, hall owner ......" He Zhentian shouted: "What's the fuss?" Boxer Chen Wudao: "Bai ...... Bai San died. He Zhentian was taken aback and asked, "Who killed you?" You gambled and fought, didn't you?" I was so annoyed in my heart: "These men who are used to breaking through the rivers and lakes are really difficult to control, and they will take out knives and draw fists at every turn. Chen Wudao: "No, no." Xiao Zhang went to the toilet just now, and saw Bai San lying in the vegetable garden next to the toilet, without any scars on his body, but his whole body was cold, but he didn't know how he died. I'm afraid that I have some kind of acute illness. He Zhentian exhaled, his heart was relieved, and he said, "I'll take a look." "Immediately walked to the vegetable garden.

He Baoting followed. When I arrived in the vegetable garden, I saw seven or eight boxers and family members gathered together. When everyone saw the owner coming, they all got out of the way.

He Zhentian looked at Bai San's corpse and saw that his clothes had been untied, and there was no blood on his body, so he asked Liu Boxer, who was standing next to him, "No injuries?" Liu Boxer said: "I have checked carefully, and there are no scars on the whole body, and it seems that it is not poisoned." He Zhentian nodded and said, "Inform Mr. Dong, the account manager, and ask him to take care of Bai San's funeral and send one hundred taels of silver to Bai San's family." A boxer died of illness, He Zhentian didn't take it very seriously, turned back to the hall, and said to his son: "Didn't Bai San go hunting with you today?" He Baoting said: "Go, when I came back, I was fine, but somehow I suddenly fell ill." He Zhentian said: "Well, the good and bad things in the world often come suddenly. Suddenly, someone exclaimed: "Ah, Master Tong is dead again!" He Zhentian and his son were shocked at the same time.

He Baoting jumped up from the chair and shouted, "What's the matter!" At that time, He Zhentian had already greeted the entrance of the hall, and he didn't pay attention to his son's words, only to see Chen Wu rushing in in a hurry, and shouted: "Pavilion...... Master Tong...... Master Tong is also dead, I'm afraid that there will be evil ghosts begging for his life. He Zhentian's face sank, and he shouted: "What kind of evil ghost, nonsense." Chen Wu wanted to say more, but when he saw He Zhentian's angry look, he swallowed back a sentence, and just looked at He Zhentian.

He Zhentian said: "You said that Master Tong is also dead, did you see it with your own eyes?Where is the corpse?" Chen Wu stammered and replied: "Yes, in the stable." He Zhentian raised his hand and said, "Take me to see." Then he gathered a few boxers, and a group of seven or eight people walked to the stable with lanterns.

When he arrived at the stable, He Zhentian sent someone to take off Master Tong's clothes and check carefully, and the way of death was the same as that of Bai San, and there was no scar on his body.

The death of Bai San can still be regarded as a violent death, but the death of a boxer, how can there be such a coincidence in the world, He Zhentian couldn't help muttering in his heart: "Who is it, did these two people really die unexpectedly, or did someone harm them?" Turned around and asked the crowd if the two of them had any enemies on weekdays, and seeing that everyone denied it, it was even more strange, the martial arts hall had a very good reputation in Jiangnan, and he had not made enemies, and when he saw his son beside him, he thought about it: "Could it be that Bao'er has a rivalry on weekdays?" and asked: " Bao'er, have these **** ever formed a bond with someone?" He Baoting shook his head and said, "No." After thinking about it, he said: "If you tie the strings, it will be the few strongmen who were sent when I returned from Hangzhou a few days ago." But it won't be them, how can they have such good work. He Zhentian nodded, and also felt that something was wrong, and immediately ordered the family Ding Haosheng to bury the boxer surnamed Tong, and he and He Baoting and a few boxers returned to the hall to discuss the matter, and sent someone to call Zhang Dehai to the hall.

He Zhentian asked Chen Wu to instruct the boxers and disciples to raise their spirits in case someone sneaked up on them, and at the same time asked Zhang Dehai to send night guards to protect his wife, Ouyang Ping and the family.

At the end, he told everyone not to leak the news, so as not to panic the people in the martial arts hall. That night, all the people in the martial arts hall strengthened their vigilance, and they couldn't see anything on the surface, but inside they were holding swords and didn't dare to close their eyes.

He Zhentian called He Baoting to his side and said, "Bao'er, tonight you move to your father's side room to sleep, we are in the light, people are in the dark, my father may not be able to take care of your mother, you can take care of it." He Baoting nodded and said yes, and He Zhentian smiled and patted his son on the shoulder.

He knew that his son was careful and arrogant, and said that it was just an excuse for him to protect the couple, but in fact it was his wife who secretly protected their son.

The He family is the only seedling of He Baoting, even if he dies, he must be allowed to live. Seeing He Baoting turn around and leave, He Zhentian thought about it, stopped his son again, and said, "Bao'er, there is something I have to tell you." He Baoting responded: "Dad." He Zhentian sighed and said, "If it weren't for today's special situation, I wouldn't have said it." Bao'er, do you know why you have been practicing the He family's swordsmanship since you were a child, and your father taught you one move and one style, and did not hand over the sword score to you?" He Baoting replied: "I have always wanted to ask Dad, Dad, why?" He Zhentian nodded and said: "Your grandfather Pei Ding Gong warned your father back then, although the He family's swordsmanship has been passed down from generation to generation, but until the last resort, the sword book must not be put into the world. He Baoting was puzzled and said, "Why?" He Zhentian said that he didn't know, but he just followed the ancestral teachings, and he wanted to wait for He Baoting to tell him when he was in charge, but now he had no choice but to tell his son when he and his wife and even the entire martial arts hall were killed, and now take advantage of the enemy's future to tell his son first.

At the moment, he whispered to He Baoting where the location of the sword spectrum was, so that He Baoting could keep it in mind. After returning to the room, Mrs. He asked He Zhentian why he gathered everyone so late, He Zhentian just said that there was nothing important, and he hurriedly lay down.

Mrs. He vaguely felt that something was wrong, but she didn't say anything, why Zhentian covered the quilt and lay on her side.

In fact, where can He Zhentian sleep, his heart is full of strange deaths of Bai San and the two. The more I think about it, the more chaotic my heart becomes, and the more chaotic I become, the more afraid I become: "If the two of them were really killed to death, then the other party's martial arts are really terrifying." When he turned over, he saw that his wife's eyes were closed, she snored slightly, and the quilt was only a little covered.

At this time, although it was August and September, it had just rained in the past few days, and it was a little wet and cold, so the quilt was lifted up.

Unexpectedly, Mrs. He suddenly opened her eyes and said, "Master, you have something on your mind." He Zhentian was slightly shocked and said, "It turns out that Mrs. didn't sleep." Mrs. He said, "I was already asleep, but I woke up again." He Zhentian said curiously: "Why?" Mrs. He stared at He Zhentian and smiled: "Since you got married, you have rarely cared about me like this. As he spoke, he lifted the quilt up again.

He Zhentian's face flushed, he was originally a martial artist, he had been with his wife for more than 20 years, and rarely took care of his wife, at this time, hearing Mrs. He say this, it is inevitable that he feels a little ashamed.

Mrs. He smiled and asked, "Master, what happened?" He Zhentian got up and leaned on the head of the bed, hugged his wife and said, "Madam, I have worked hard for you to run this family all these years." Mrs. He pushed him away, got up and said, "Master, what's wrong with you today, you speak so strangely." He Zhentian smiled silently, but thought in his heart: "The He family is in great trouble, I'm afraid that you and I will never have the opportunity to talk like this again." ”