Huh ~

As the night wind blows, An Qisheng falls into the yard in a flash.

My bodies slumped together and rushed into the rockery.

After several months, he had made great progress with herbs and elixirs, both physical and internal strength. In the middle of the journey, ordinary people could not even see his shadow.

After several leaps and moves, he has gradually approached the backyard.

And when he arrived here, An Qisheng stopped.

Because outside this yard, the guards guarded the housekeepers were unexpectedly more.

"The local rich man in a mere county town has raised so many guards? Moreover, it seems that he has martial arts..."

An Qisheng frowned and realized that things were not simple.

Nanliang County is only one of the 97 counties under Ronghua Prefecture. Although the Zhao family is a gentry, it is actually just a local rich man.

It would be normal if he just kept some servants to protect him, but he glanced at him and found that dozens of servants were actually equipped with internal strength!

This is not simple.

Although the martial arts style in Jiufu Realm is extremely popular, it is not everyone who practices martial arts. It is even good if one of the twenty or thirty people practices martial arts. Generally, food is a problem for families. Where can I get the remaining money to support a warrior?

Moreover, the Jiufu Realm has a very strict view of the door. The internal martial arts have always been passed down to men but not women. Disciples from other surnames often have to be a cow and a horse for the rest of their lives to learn internal strength without leaving any hands.

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

Dozens of servants with internal strength eat no small amount of meat every day, and the medicinal materials are all messy. How can a mere local rich man afford it?

Not to mention, he also has a son sent to a major sect to learn martial arts.

The sect is not a good hall, so you can learn martial arts for no reason. The twelve serial docks are fierce in style. If you want to join them online, you need not a small amount of money.

“This is interesting…”

An Qisheng's eyes flashed.

The guards who were patrolling back and forth were very alert. If An Qisheng didn't want to fight hard, he wouldn't be able to lurk easily.

But the night is long and he is not in a hurry.

Sitting in the shadow of the rockery, using one mind and two minds, while looking for opportunities, I have already used the method of tiger, leopard thunder sound and began to cleanse my bone marrow and internal organs.

The more he practices, the more An Qisheng realizes that internal strength and internal martial arts are perfect matches.

The method of Tiger, Leopard, Thunder and Sound combined with internal strength makes the body cleansing effect much stronger than the two alone.

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

This is something that Mr. Wang Quan has not achieved even after seventy years of hard practice!

This can only be said that the direction is greater than the choice, counting the fingers for a lifetime, and the amount calculated is not as good as the abacus and artificial intelligence for one second.

Huh ~

As the night wind whistles, time passes, and it is already the second half of the night.

The red moon is still hanging high, but dark clouds cover part of the moonlight.

The large shadows hang down, covering the entire Zhao family in the darkness.

"who?"

The patrol guard walked by, and the escort who was walking at the end suddenly became alert, turned his head but found nothing.

"What's wrong?"

Someone asked a question.

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

The guard shook his head.

"Don't be suspicious. The eldest son was killed today. The wife is in a bad mood. Don't yell."

The guard in front of him warned him and turned around.

"Maybe I'm thinking too much..."

The guard turned his head.

No row of guards noticed it, behind him, a man was hidden in the shadows, almost sticking to him.

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

How thrilling it is to be tightly attached to someone's back and not be discovered?

But An Qisheng did this and did it.

Huh ~

As he turned around, An Qisheng's body moved, and he rose and fell several feet, and stepped into the inner courtyard in the shadow.

“Woo~”

As he rushed into the inner courtyard, a low whimper seemed to be about to sound.

An Qisheng didn't even look at it. He sniffed his feet and stepped forward, opened and closed his five fingers, held the wolf dog's mouth and nose, and exhaled his internal force, shaking it out, and carefully placed it among the flowers.

He glanced at him.

This inner courtyard is small and exquisite, with all kinds of decorations quiet, but the only drawback is that white lanterns are hanging in the courtyard at this time.

There were faintly bursts of crying.

There is a little desolate in the night wind.

Huh ~

An Qisheng was like a raccoon walking at night, with no sound at the bottom of his feet, and even if he stepped on the fragile dead leaves, he would not make any sound.

After a few breaths, he had already walked through the inner courtyard and came outside the room where there was a faint cry.

He looked through the gaps in the window.

In the room, there is a mourning hall.

White paper, dark candlelight, an old woman cried in front of the mourning hall.

In front of her, an old man in silk black cloaked and knelt on the ground tremblingly.

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

The old woman said while wiping her tears.

"Reply to Mrs., it's thirty-seven years and six months."

The old housekeeper's voice trembles

"It's been more than 30 years, don't you know Du'er's temper..."

A low sigh came from the mourning hall, and the old butler shook even more:

"Old, master, I don't know, I don't know that the young master will be so impulsive..."

He felt desperate and his heart trembled.

Zhao Qiandu's movements were extremely fast, and he disappeared without even explaining. Unexpectedly, he was so short that he died in the south of the city with his internal cultivation.

After the shadow of the mourning hall, an old man with a cold face slowly walked out.

"Zhao Hongxuan? He wasn't dead? Then how did they deceive Liushemen?"

Outside the window, An Qisheng was surprised.

When he first arrived in Nanliang City, he heard Wang Bai and Wei Yu talk about Zhao Hongxuan's death.

He once wondered why the Zhao family had not been mourning for a long time, and it turned out that he was not dead either?

What does this old guy want to do?

What conspiracy?

An Qisheng thought in his heart that Zhao Hongxuan had already arrived at the mourning hall in the room.

He stroked the big red coffin with one hand, and his cold eyes fell on the old housekeeper:

"Young Master also needs someone to serve you underground. All the maids and servants who have served Du'er since childhood have gone. You have watched the young master grow up since childhood. If you lack you, the young master will be unhappy..."

"Old, sir... take care of it!"

The old butler burst into tears and his body kept trembling. Finally, under the old man's cold eyes, he slapped his eyebrows with a palm.

Bang ~

Spray blood and grab the ground with your head.

Until death, he still kneels.

"The poor must have something hateful."

An Qisheng watched coldly, finally knowing why Zhao Qiandu was so fierce.
To be continued...