Phew~
In the night wind, An Qisheng suddenly fell into the yard.
He moved his body up and down, and ran into the rockery.
Over the past few months, with the help of medicinal herbs and elixirs, he has made great progress in both physical body and internal strength. In such a period of time, ordinary people can't even see his shadow.
After a few leaps and moves, he was gradually approaching the backyard.
And here, An Qisheng stopped.
Because there were unexpectedly many servants guarding the courtyard.
"A rich man from a mere county town has so many bodyguards? Moreover, they all seem to have martial arts skills..."
An Qisheng frowned and realized that things were not simple.
Nanliang County is only one of the ninety-seven counties under the jurisdiction of Ronghua Mansion, and although the Zhao family is said to be a gentry, it is actually just a wealthy family.
It would be normal to just keep some servants as bodyguards, but when he glanced over, he saw that dozens of bodyguards and servants actually had internal powers!
This is not simple.
Although martial arts is very popular in Jiufujie, not everyone practices martial arts. Even if there is one person practicing martial arts out of twenty or thirty people, it is good. In ordinary families, food is a problem. How can there be enough money to support one person? Musha?
Moreover, the sects in Jiufujie are very strict. Internal martial arts has always been passed down from male to female. Disciples with foreign surnames often have to work hard for their entire lives in order to learn internal strength without losing their skills.
But that's just for more convenient exploitation, not for inheritance.
Dozens of servants with internal strength, who eat a lot of meat every day, plus medicinal materials and other messes, how can a mere rich man afford to support them?
Not to mention, he also has a son who was sent to a large sect to learn martial arts.
The sect is not a kind hall, and they let you learn martial arts for no reason. Twelve Links Wu has a vicious style. If you want to get on the line with them, you need a lot of money.
"This is quite interesting..."
An Qisheng's eyes flickered.
The guards patrolling back and forth were very vigilant. If An Qisheng didn't want to rush in and fight hard, he wouldn't be able to sneak in easily.
But the night was long and he was not in a hurry.
Sitting in the shadow of the rockery, he was doing two things, looking for opportunities. At the same time, he had already started practicing the method of Hubao Leiyin and began to refine the bone marrow and internal organs.
The more he practiced, the more An Qisheng realized that internal strength and internal martial arts were a perfect match.
When a technique like Tiger Leopard Thunder Sound is combined with internal strength, the effect of refining the body is much stronger than either alone.
In just two months, he had developed his inner strength almost to the bone.
This is something that Master Wang Quan has not been able to do even after seventy years of hard training!
This can only be said that direction is greater than choice. A lifetime of counting on one's fingers will not amount to as much calculation as a day on an abacus or one second on artificial intelligence.
Huhu~
Amidst the howling night wind, time passed by and it was already the second half of the night.
The red moon was still high, but dark clouds blocked part of the moonlight.
A large shadow hung down, shrouding the entire Zhao family in darkness.
"who?"
The patrolling guard team passed by, and the guard walking at the end suddenly became alert. He turned his head but found nothing.
"What's wrong?"
Someone asked.
"No, it's nothing. The wind was a bit strong. I thought someone came in."
The guard shook his head.
"Stop being suspicious. The eldest young master was killed today. Madam is in a bad mood. Please stop yelling."
The guard in front warned and turned back.
"Maybe I'm overthinking..."
The guard turned his head.
None of the row of guards noticed that behind him, there was a person hiding in the shadows, almost touching him.
At this time, An Qisheng's heartbeat, qi and blood, respiratory pulse, skin temperature and even all physiological characteristics had almost disappeared.
How dangerous is it to stick close to someone's back without being noticed?
But An Qisheng did just that and did it.
Phew~
As he turned around and passed by, An Qisheng moved, leaped several feet away, and stepped into the inner courtyard in the shadows.
"Woo~"
As he rushed into the inner courtyard, a low whimper seemed to be heard.
An Qisheng didn't even look at it. He stepped forward softly, opened and closed his fingers, held the wolf dog's muzzle, exhaled his inner strength, stunned it, and carefully placed it among the flowers.
He glanced at it.
The inner courtyard is small and exquisite, with all kinds of decorations quiet and quiet. The only drawback is that there are white lanterns hanging in the courtyard at this time.
Faintly, there was still unstoppable crying.
There was something desolate in the night wind.
Phew~
An Qisheng walks like a civet cat at night, making no sound at all under his feet. Even if he steps on fragile dead leaves, he will not make a sound.
After a few breaths, he had walked through the inner courtyard and arrived outside the room where faint cries could be heard.
He looked intently along the crack in the window.
Inside the house is a mourning hall.
Tie with white paper and dim candlelight, an old woman is crying in front of the mourning hall.
In front of her, an old man in black satin clothes knelt on the ground shivering.
"Old housekeeper, you have been with my Zhao family for more than thirty years, right?"
The old woman said while wiping her tears.
"As far as I'm concerned, Madam, it's been thirty-seven years and six months."
The old housekeeper's voice trembled
"It's been more than thirty years, and you still don't know Du'er's temper..."
A low sigh came from behind the mourning hall, and the old housekeeper trembled even more:
"Old, master, I don't know, I didn't know that the young master would be so impulsive..."
He was despairing and trembling.
Zhao Qiandu's movements were so fast that he disappeared without even having time to explain. Who would have thought that in less than half an hour, he would actually die in the south of the city with his internal strength.
Behind the shadow of the mourning hall, an old man with a stern face walked out slowly.
"Zhao Hongxuan? He is not dead? Then how did they deceive the six doors?"
Outside the window, An Qisheng was surprised.
When he first came to Nanliang City, he heard Wang Bai and Wei Yu talking about Zhao Hongxuan's death.
He had also wondered why the Zhao family had not mourned for so long. It turned out that he was not dead either?
What does this old guy want to do?
What's the conspiracy?
An Qisheng was thinking about it. In the room, Zhao Hongxuan had already arrived in front of the mourning hall.
He was stroking the red coffin with one hand, and his cold eyes fell on the old housekeeper:
"The young master also needs someone to serve him underground. All the maids and servants who have served Du'er since childhood are gone. You have watched the young master grow up since you were a child. Without you, the young master will be unhappy..."
"Old, Master...you value me!"
The old housekeeper burst into tears and his body was shaking uncontrollably. Finally, under the cold eyes of the old man, he slapped his forehead with a palm.
Bang~
Blood spurts out, grabbing the ground with his head.
Until death, still kneeling.
"poor person must have something mean."
An Qisheng watched with cold eyes, finally understanding why Zhao Qiandu was so cruel.
With such an old man, how can my son learn well?
"My son, my son..."
Zhao Hongxuan stroked the coffin with a hint of grief on his face.
call!
The old woman stood up immediately, with a look of hatred on her pale face: "Zhao Hongxuan, it was all your idea to kill Du'er!"
"Du'er..."
Zhao Hongxuan sighed lowly, his expression extremely sad:
"It's all dad's fault, it's all dad's fault..."
He never dreamed that he would let his son die tragically in the south of the city by deliberately faking his own death in order to deceive people from the six gates.
"Zhao Hongxuan, my son is dead, my son is dead!"
The old woman's voice was cold and her body was shaking:
"You have two sons, I only have this one son, I only have this one son!"
Zhao Hongxuan turned around, with an evil look on his face:
"Duer is also my son, do you think I want him to die?!"
"Hahaha! Who knows if you are deliberately trying to kill my son in order to let that little bitch's son inherit the family business!"
The old woman's cry was like the howl of a nighthawk:
"The people from Liumen said that the person who killed Du'er was Kong San, the Kong San you were working with!"
"Zhao Hongxuan cooperated with Kong San? That's right... Kong San acted quickly and accurately, without leaving any clues. It turned out to be because someone betrayed the information to him..."
An Qisheng's eyes flickered, and he suddenly understood.
The Jishen Sect is located tens of thousands of miles away in the far east. Kong San, who has lived in the Jishen Sect since childhood, has no way of knowing what masters are near Nanliang County, which is tens of thousands of miles away.
Even if you want to inquire, you will definitely leave traces.
However, Liu Men has not found Kong San for several months. It turns out that an insider provided information.
"Shut up!"
Zhao Hongxuan's expression suddenly changed, he dodged and slapped the old woman to the ground:
"If you dare to talk nonsense again, I will kill you with one blow!"
"puff!"
The old woman vomited blood, half of her face was swollen, but her eyes became more and more malicious:
"Zhao, you are so unconscionable that you even killed your own son. You will not die a happy death!"
"Get out! You crazy bitch!"
Zhao Hongxuan kicked the old woman to the ground, his face extremely gloomy:
"Do you think I contacted Kong San to kill his son? Are you crazy or am I crazy?!"
"Hahaha."
The old woman smiled miserably: "Zhao Hongxuan, you have a guilty conscience. You have a guilty conscience. If you hadn't sent Kong San to kill Du'er, who in Nanliang City, including you, could kill my son?
Six-door guy? Is he still Wang Quan, that old bastard who is about to die? "
Zhao Hongxuan's face was ashen. If he hadn't been on top of his son's mourning hall, he would have almost beaten this crazy woman to death with one palm.
At the same time, he was also a little panicked.
He knew very well that no one in Nanliang County or several other counties could kill Zhao Qiandu.
But if it’s Kong Sanxia’s hand...
"No! Impossible! It will definitely not be Kong San who kills Du'er! Kong San has big things to do now. It's impossible for Kong San to go out, let alone kill people, and it's even less likely that he will come to kill my son!"
Zhao Hongxuan's chest rose and fell, murderous intent burst out on his face:
"That old guy is lying, yes! It must be that old guy Wang Quan who is lying! Wait until I go and catch that old guy and bury him with my son!"
boom!
Suddenly, the door opened, and the night wind rushed in, blowing incense ash and paper sticks flying all over the sky.
"who?"
Zhao Hongxuan's expression suddenly changed.
"You don't need to go..."
Under the light of the red moon, An Qisheng's shadow stretched far:
"I am coming!"
