Great Dao Ji

Hu~

In the night wind, An Qisheng fell into the yard.

His body rose and fell, and he rushed into the rockery.

After several months, with the help of herbs and elixirs, he had made great progress in both his physical body and internal strength. With his ups and downs, ordinary people could not 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 guards outside the yard.

"A local rich man in a county town has so many guards? Moreover, it seems that they all have martial arts skills."

An Qisheng frowned and found that things were not simple.

Nanliang County is just one of the ninety-seven counties under the jurisdiction of Ronghua Prefecture, and although the Zhao family is a gentry, they are actually just local rich men.

If he just raised some guards, it would be normal, but when he glanced over, dozens of guards actually had internal strength!

This is not easy.

Although the martial arts are very popular in Jiufujie, not everyone practices martial arts. It is good if one person out of 20 or 30 people practices martial arts. For ordinary families, food is a problem, so where can they get extra money to support a martial artist?

Moreover, the sectarianism in Jiufujie is very strict. Internal martial arts have always been passed down to men, not women. Disciples from other families often have to work like cows and horses for a lifetime before they can learn internal strength with a little bit of reserve.

But that is just for more convenient exploitation, not for inheritance.

Dozens of servants with internal strength eat a lot of meat every day, plus the mess of medicinal materials and other things. How can a local rich man afford to support them?

Not to mention, he also has a son who was sent to a big sect to learn martial arts.

Sects are not charity halls. They will let you learn martial arts for no reason. The style of the Twelve Linked Docks is fierce. If you want to get in touch with them, you need a lot of money.

"This is interesting"

An Qisheng's eyes flickered.

The guards patrolling back and forth were very vigilant. If An Qisheng didn't want to charge and fight, he couldn't sneak forward easily.

However, the night was long, and he was not in a hurry.

Sitting in the shadow of the rockery, he was doing two things at the same time. While looking for opportunities, he had already used the method of Tiger Leopard Thunder Sound to cleanse his bone marrow and internal organs.

The more he practiced, the more An Qisheng found that internal force and internal boxing were a perfect match.

The method of Tiger Leopard Thunder Sound combined with internal force is much stronger than either alone in cleaning the body.

In just two months, he almost trained his internal force into his bone marrow.

This is something that Taoist Wang Quan has not achieved in his seventy years of hard practice!

This can only be said that direction is more important than choice. Counting fingers for a lifetime, the amount of calculation is not as good as abacus for a day, artificial intelligence for one second.

Whoosh~

In the whistling night wind, time passed, and it was already the second half of the night.

The red moon was still hanging high, but dark clouds covered part of the moonlight.

A large shadow fell, shrouding the entire Zhao family in darkness.

"Who?"

The patrolling guards walked by, and the guard walking at the end suddenly became alert, but turned his head and found nothing.

"What's wrong?"

Someone asked.

"No, nothing, the wind is a bit strong, I thought someone came in."

The guard shook his head.

"Don't be suspicious, the eldest son was killed today, and the lady is in a bad mood, so don't shout."

The guard in front warned and turned around.

"Maybe I think too much"

The guard turned his head.

A row of guards didn't notice that behind him, a person was hidden in the shadows, almost sticking to him.

At this time, An Qisheng's heartbeat, blood, breathing pulse, skin temperature and even all physiological characteristics almost disappeared.

How thrilling is it to stick closely behind someone without being discovered?

But An Qisheng did it, and he did it.

Huh~

As he turned around, An Qisheng moved, leaped several feet, and stepped into the inner courtyard in the shadow.

"Woo~"

As he leaped into the inner courtyard, a low whimper seemed to sound.

An Qisheng didn't even look at it, and stepped forward lightly, opened and closed his five fingers, grasped the mouth and nose of the wolfhound, and blew out his internal force, knocked it unconscious, and carefully placed it in the flowers.

He took a quick look.

This inner courtyard is small and exquisite, with various decorations, but the only flaw is that there are white lanterns hanging in the courtyard at this time.

Faintly, there are still cries that can't be stopped.

In the night wind, there is a bit of desolation.

Huh~

An Qisheng is like a civet cat walking at night, without making any sound, even if he steps on fragile dead leaves, he will not make any sound.

In a few breaths, he has walked through the inner courtyard and came to the room where the faint cry came from.

He looked through the gap in the window.

Inside the room was a mourning hall.

White paper, dim candlelight, an old woman was crying in front of the mourning hall.

In front of her, an old man in black satin clothes was kneeling on the ground trembling.

"Old housekeeper, you have been with my Zhao family for more than 30 years, right?"

The old woman said while wiping her tears.

"To answer Madam, it's been 37 years and 6 months."

The old housekeeper's voice trembled

"More than 30 years, don't you 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 slowly walked out.

"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 man, please take care of 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.

"There must be something hateful about poor people."

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? Yes, 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 moved, and he suddenly understood.

The Ji Shen Sect is located tens of thousands of miles away in the far east. Kong San, who has lived in the Ji Shen 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, Liumen 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 strike!"

"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 were Kong Sanxia’s hand

"No! It's impossible! It's definitely not Kong San who killed Du'er! Kong San has big things to do right now. It's impossible for Kong San to go out, let alone kill people, and it's even less likely that he'll 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!"

Bang!

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!"