That night, Yunyang passed by very uneasy; but in another place, some people lived even more uneasy.

Marshal's Mansion.

The old Marshal Qiu Jianhan frowned with thick eyebrows.

"Who is it that took Wu Wenyuan away, but killed him and sent the body back?"

"Who exactly saved Wu Wenyuan's mother and wife?"

These two questions made the old marshal puzzled. Since he killed Wu Wenyuan, why did he save his wife and mother? Since he could save Wu Wenyuan's wife and mother, why didn't Wu Wenyuan's children save them together?

This is simply a mess!

Moreover, in the tight prison, he took the people out, sent them in, and then took them out... This incident gave Marshal Qiu an inexplicable panic.

That's the Heavenly Prison!

One of the most vigilant places in the capital is one of the most vigilant places.

Just like this, people are walking on flat ground?

Next to him was a middle-aged man in Confucian uniform, with a gentle face and a free and easy expression. It seemed that everything was calm and gentle to him.

"Marson, I think this matter is no longer important. After all, all those who should be killed have been killed..." The middle-aged man smiled faintly: "In my opinion, this matter is no longer as important as other things."

"Yeah?" Qiu Jianhan frowned.

"Kill Wu Wenyuan, send back the body, and rescue Wu Wenyuan's wife and mother..." said the middle-aged Confucian scholar: "The person who does these things is obviously one person, or... the same organization. This organization is not from Wu Wenyuan's side, which is definitely true. If it were an accomplice, he would never have killed Wu Wenyuan."

Qiu Jianhan said, "Yes?"

"I guess that the reason why Wu Wenyuan was killed and his wife and mother was rescued was just a condition of exchange." The middle-aged Confucian scholar smiled: "This can be explained."

"The reason why he did not save Wu Wenyuan's children is that he was Wu Wenyuan's enemy. Because he did not want Wu Wenyuan's bloodline to continue."

The middle-aged Confucian scholar said, "That's why he did such an incomprehensible thing. Overall, I think that this person is on our side, a friend but not an enemy. Even if he acts a bit erratic and cannot stand his eyes, it is understandable."

Qiu Jianhan nodded slowly: "Since that's the case, what are the other things?"

"Other things..." said the middle-aged Confucian scholar: "Wu Wenyuan's evidence is conclusive and he deserves the crime; but behind Wu Wenyuan, there must be a huge force. Wu Wenyuan's identity was not exposed until his death!"

"After the memorial service is over today, I don't know if the marshal has seen the records of the city gate officials."

The middle-aged scholar had a faint worry on his face: "There are many... people from the world who are entering Tiantang City from all directions. There are all four gates; many of these people are among the masters, but they are not on any record..."

"It shows that the identities of these people are fake."

"At the moment when Wu Wenyuan was killed, so many people suddenly hid their identities, disguised themselves and entered Tiantang City... This matter is terrifying to think about it carefully!"

"I'm afraid... the revenge of the mysterious organization has come. Or it has a certain purpose." The middle-aged literati said: "About this section, the general must be careful."

Qiu Jianhan nodded with a stern nod.

"But I still think..." Qiu Jianhan said: "The incident in prison that day was a bit strange."

"I feel..." After hesitating for a while, the middle-aged literati said: "This incident is somewhat similar to... when the Nine Heavens Order was issued..."

He frowned in certainty and whispered: "That... familiar... unstoppable feeling of dark tide..."

"What!?"

The old marshal Qiu Jianhan suddenly stood up, and a terrifying light burst out from his eyes: "Nine Lords?!"

...

early morning.

Tiantang City is a little chaotic.

Suddenly, a major case of twelve lives broke out, and the security yamen in Tiantang City was very busy. The servants investigated everywhere in a hurry, and then the result of the investigation was that everyone looked at each other, feeling: this was not a big deal.

Those who died were all evil gangsters; the faces and tones of those who were investigated were: Very pleased! Finally dead! Someone finally dealt with these bastards...

Such a performance.

Some people even had excited faces and bought wine and food to call friends: "Come on, come on, drink some, I have something to be happy today. I feel very happy..."

Some people even complained: "Why are the bastards here not being cleaned up..."

After checking it all, the officer did not get any valuable news, but only received a lot of exciting feedback. He reported to the prefect, the prefect throne twitched the corners of his mouth and said without pain: "There is no clue, just check it slowly..."

OK, check it slowly.

Then let's check it slowly...

The officer stepped down and relaxed: These damn gods will be better if they die, and the genius will go check it out.

...

The sword wind was howling in the yard, and Yun Yang was familiar with the sword technique.

When he was familiar with swordsmanship, he naturally was reluctant to use the blade of heaven's will.

The Blade of Heaven's Will has now turned into a purple lotus on his robe's sleeve.

Such a magical weapon naturally needs to be used when it is most likely to be considered worth the money. What's the point of revealing it in advance?

As for hanging around your waist every day to show off... then isn't that stupid...

"The first move is the knife is unkind." Yun Yang's toes swirled, his knees supported, and the rotation of his calf drove the rotation of his waist. He turned his body half a circle, and the wooden knife in his hand was obliquely from bottom to top, and with a brush, he tore through the space.

All I have to do is just practice this stance, and I have practiced it thousands of times.

Lao Mei looked at it and kept curling her lips.

This move...is pretty good-looking; it's a pity that it should be useless in actual combat...

However, the young master is really desperate to practice...

"Huh..." The last little strength was completely used up, and Yun Yang finally sat down to the ground; sweat suddenly emerged like a waterfall, and his body was immediately wet.

He closed his mouth and tried his best to breathe with his nostrils. He used the method of endless life to activate the mysterious energy in his dantian and wandered through the meridians throughout his body. Although he was almost suffocated, he would never open his mouth and breathe heavily at this time.

Because in that case, the hard work of one morning will not be saved.

After half a cup of tea, Yunyang's breathing turned steady, and his pale face gradually became rosy.

Lao Mei's expression goes from disdain to respect.

Not everyone can be so cruel to themselves.

Since the young master started practicing swords, his breathing has returned to calm now; he has broken through the limit of the human body more than a dozen times in the middle; and these dozen breakthroughs will become Yun Yang's eternal progress and will never regress.

Because, when he was the most tired, he chose the most difficult practice!

"Young Master is so mentally, he will become a great man in the future. But..." Lao Mei had a long-term doubt in her heart: "Young Master always acts and plans before acting, never impulsive, and seeks profit and avoids harm, and is extremely intelligent. What exactly is the reason that caused the young master to suffer such severe injuries last year? As a result, all his cultivation is lost?"

"What has the young master experienced?" Lao Mei felt that although she had been with the young master for three years, she had never really understood her young master.

His body seemed to be covered with a mysterious thick fog all the time, which made people unable to see clearly.

Another strange thing is that... the jade artifacts on the young master seem to be gone? Originally, the young master liked the ice jade very much and could calm his mind... But now, it is obviously gone.

Where did you go?

The door knocker was knocked.

"Dare you ask Mr. Yun is at home?"

A crisp sound came.

Yunyang and Lao Mei were stunned for a moment.

A visitor actually came?

This is a rare thing.

Yun Mansion closed its doors to thank guests and never accepted contacts; it was already well-known to everyone in Tiantang City. For four or five years, no visitors came to the door.

Someone came today for the first time...

"Squeak..." An excited voice came.

I saw a monkey covered in golden retrievers jumping in and jumping in. He ran straight from the gate to Yunyang's small yard with a familiarity. He rushed into Yunyang's arms with a thud, dancing excitedly.

“…”

Yun Yang's face was a capital confusion.

I just met last night, why did I come here again today? I just liked monkeys like this? I clearly pissed the woman off last night, but why did I come here anyway?

Looking at the little monkey less than two feet in his arms, with his red butt sticking out, crawling over in his arms, and with a whisper, he climbed onto his shoulders with a whisper, then slid down from behind, and the next moment, he actually climbed up from his crotch and got into his arms...

Yun Yang rolled his eyes and rolled his eyes.

A gust of fragrant wind blows at the gate, refreshing the heart.

I saw a graceful woman standing at the gate, smiling at Yun Yang.

This woman has a slim figure and a slim fit. She is wearing an ordinary blue dress. She seems to be about to ride the wind. She is full of Zhong Lingliu's beautiful aura, and she doesn't look like a person in the world.

But...a face looks too ordinary...

Yun Yang naturally would not think that this is the true face of this woman. How could a woman with such a beautiful temperament look so ordinary?
To be continued...