Before we knew it, it was already dark. Many shops on Chengzhong Street in Huizhou were closed, and some restaurants, inns and other restaurants, inns and others hung up strings of red lanterns to guide people who wanted to eat and stay in the wind and snow.

The snow on the street can already pass through the upper. Yan Liqiang followed his memory and walked in Huizhou City. The Han Empire Times has a distribution point in Huizhou City. The newspaper's head stationed in Huizhou City is quite down-to-earth. He is a brother of Xu Enda, surnamed Wang. Yan Liqiang is worried about Fang Beidou and others, so he wants to come to the distribution point to find someone to learn about the recent situation of Fang Beidou and others.

When Yan Liqiang came to the newspaper distribution point, the distribution point with two-story building had been closed, and there was no sign of people. Yan Liqiang frowned. According to the newspaper's rules, the distribution points in various cities in the capital were closed at the hour of Hai, and now it is the hour of Wu, so why is there no one in this distribution point?

He walked to the door, slapped the door with the buckle, and shouted...

"Smack...Is there anyone? Is there anyone inside?"

Yan Liqiang shouted twice, but no one responded to the distribution point of the newspaper. Instead, the curtain of a tailor shop next to him was lifted. A tape ruler was hung around his neck, a sleeve cover, and a pair of scissors in his hand. The old man with white hair stretched out his head and looked at Yan Liqiang, "Young man, it's dark now, and the distribution point of this newspaper has been closed long ago. You have to find someone and have to wait for tomorrow. As soon as the day is dawn, the door will be opened here..."

Yan Liqiang walked to the door of the tailor shop next to him and asked politely, "Uncle, let me ask, does the distribution points of this newspaper close so early? I remember before that it seemed that it would not close until the hour of Hai?"

The old man looked at Yan Liqiang from head to toe with the lights in the store, and found that Yan Liqiang was handsome, spoke kindly, and the clothes he wore were decent, not like a bad person. Then he said patiently, "Oh, that's the past. Now the distribution point of this newspaper will close as soon as it gets dark..."

"Where is the shopkeeper Wang here?"

"Shopkeeper Wang? You also know Shopkeeper Wang..."

"I know each other, we have known each other for many years. I remember that he was still here when I saw him last time..."

"This shopkeeper Wang heard that he was summoned to the Imperial Capital a few months ago, but he didn't come back later. I don't know what happened. Now the distribution point has changed a new shopkeeper. The new shopkeeper surnamed Cao, but he is not as kind as Manager Wang..." The old tailor said, and shook his head helplessly. "When Manager Wang was there, I could take out the cloth in my store when it was sunny. When the new shopkeeper came, he said that the rod I had dried cloth could not stretch across the corner of the wall, which would affect his business. It would not be possible. It was really annoying..."

...

After leaving the distribution point, Yan Liqiang's face was as deep as water. Something must have happened to the newspaper, but he couldn't think of why something happened to the newspaper. Logically speaking, the situation in the imperial capital is completely controlled by His Majesty the Emperor and Sun Bingchen. This newspaper is under the command of Eunuch Liu. His Majesty the Emperor and Sun Bingchen also know the relationship between Fang Beidou and others and others. When Lin Qingtian was in the imperial capital, nothing happened to the newspaper. Why is something wrong now? Logically speaking, it shouldn't be...

Yan Liqiang had no acquaintances in Huizhou City to find out the news and inside information from the newspaper. After thinking about it, Yan Liqiang decided to stay in Huizhou City patiently for one day, and set off for the Imperial Capital early tomorrow morning. When he arrived at the Imperial Capital, all this would be clear.

Thinking of this, Yan Liqiang walked in Huizhou for a while, and then found an inconspicuous inn and fell down.

...

In the middle of the night, Yan Liqiang, who was sleeping on the inn bed, opened his eyes and his eyebrows moved. With his cultivation, even if he fell asleep, his body was extremely alert. For a moment, he felt that someone was on the roof where he lived quickly with his light skills. The sound of his clothes slashing the air. Although it was small, he still could not escape Yan Liqiang's ears.

Yan Liqiang looked out the window. It was cold outside, the cold wind was howling, and the black paint was black. At this time, it was the golden time for the characters and masters to go to the evening...

I heard from An Shidao that there are many people who are fishing for trouble in the capital now. It seems that it is true. Before a place changes or chaos, all the people who smell the breath will flock to find opportunities to make a fortune or become famous. Not to mention anything else, it is in this small inn where Yan Liqiang lives. When he came to the canteen to have dinner earlier, he saw two gossips living in the inn, and several guests staying in the hotel were carrying swords, big arms and round waists, not good at plagues...

Yan Liqiang continued to sleep with his eyes closed and lay on the bed without moving, because the person who had just crossed his roof was judging from the cultivation of light skills, that is, the realm between a martial artist and a great martial artist. These people were like small animals that came out to feed at night. Yan Liqiang was not interested in following behind these people to see what they were going to do.

But Yan Liqiang closed his eyes and slept for less than seven or eight minutes, and extremely subtle movements came from the roof. Two extremely fast sounds of breaking through the air came from a distance, and then landed on the eaves next to the house where Yan Liqiang lived, and stayed for a short time...

"How is it? Is there any news..."

"Just just received the news, they were in the City God Temple next to the Yuhua Pavilion in the east of the city. The Ghost King's people have passed..."

"Go away, don't let them run..."

The two people on the roof spoke very low, both of which were suppressing their voices, but they probably never dreamed that at their feet, there was a great master of the Wusect, Yan Liqiang, who was advanced to the Wusect, who had been practicing Yijin and Marrow Cleansing Sutra for so many years, Yan Liqiang's facial features were already more sensitive than normal people's imagination, and they were many times stronger than normal Wusect's masters. Take his hearing as an example. As long as he concentrates his mind, the sound of flowers blooming within twenty feet, let alone what someone said on the roof next to him.

Yan Liqiang, who had been closing his eyes, opened his eyes suddenly, and a shiny light flashed in his eyes. Among the four guardians of the White Lotus Sect, there was one person whose nickname was Ghost King!

When the sound of breaking through the air in his ear disappeared, he flipped up from the bed and quickly put on his clothes. After thinking about it, he took out a black hood from the bag and covered his face, revealing only a pair of eyes. Then he picked up the sword beside him and gently pushed the window of the room. He flipped out like a light smoke, and in the blink of an eye he came to the roof.
Chapter completed!