"This ghost weather..."

Outside Nanliang City, several soldiers were trembling in the wind and snow.

"Wang Tou, come and drink the hot soup to warm your body."

A vendor near the city gate came over with hot soup and handed it to several soldiers.

"call!"

After a sip of hot soup, several soldiers then took a breath of relief: "This ghost weather, no matter how thick you wear, there will be wind and snow in your bones. It's so deadly..."

The head of the garrison soldier was a middle-aged man in his forties, and he rubbed his red face.

Just as I was about to say something, I saw snow flying in the distance, and a man rode a horse and ran.

"There are still people in this ghost weather?"

Several soldiers muttered, put down the soup bowl and wanted to stop the people from going as usual.

"Don't move!"

Only the king's head, after watching for a while, was not until the horse galloped in, his expression changed:

"Everyone goes away!"

call!

As the snow splashed, one man and one horse swept past, and the strong wind blew up several soldiers to the ground.

The visitor did not stop, and walked straight through the city gate, and rode a horse across the long street. A few pedestrians and vendors fell to the ground, making a lot of fucking fucking.

"stop!"

The soldiers got up angrily and wanted to curse, but they were stopped by Wang Tou.

"Shut up, you want to die!"

The king scolded, looked at the back that was leaving, shook his head and said:

"That's Zhao Qiandu, the boss of the Zhao family. It is said that he went to the Twelve Serial Dock to learn martial arts in his early years. Now he is back, I'm afraid he will attend the funeral for his father. Do you dare to stop him?"

"Zhao Qiandu? Mr. Zhao's eldest son?"

The other soldiers also changed their expressions.

The Zhao family is the leader of the gentry in Nanliang City, with great wealth and power, and it is not something that these Qiu Ba can afford.

"Old Master Zhao has been dead for three months, and he is only back now, right?"

Some soldiers were also confused.

"The Twelve Channel Docks are a major sect in the Northland area. I'm afraid it's not tens of thousands of miles away from us. It's already very fast that he can get back with the message."

The king's head shook his head and picked up the hot soup bowl again:

"But, this has nothing to do with us.

In our industry, as long as we have good eyesight, no hero will be as good as us. You have to learn from me."

“That’s that’s that’s it.”

...........

"Driving!Driving!"

Zhao Qiandu's face was as deep as water, and he ran past his horse, his heart was full of anger.

Since he received the news of his father's death, he asked to leave the Twelve Traffic Docks, and ran to death with unknown numbers of fast horses and rushed back as fast as possible.

Although he had not returned to Nanliang City for ten years, all the silver and medicinal materials he had in the Twelve Serial Docks came from Nanliang City, which was his foundation.

There is absolutely no mistake.

"Xilulu~"

Seeing the Zhao family mansion from afar, Zhao Qiandu's shoulders trembled, his feet stepped on the horse's back, and his body stretched together, and it had already landed in front of the Zhao family's door.

"who?"

"Big, young master! You are back!"

"It's the eldest son, the eldest son is back!"

The servant at the door exclaimed.

"Where is my father's body?"

Zhao Qiandu hadn't spoken for a long time, his voice was a little hoarse.

"Don't worry, the master's body is placed in the ice coffin without any damage."

A servant said.

"Have people from the Six Doors ever been here?"

Zhao Qiandu shook his sleeves and walked into the village.

Several servants followed behind and whispered:

"Two months ago, Captain Tieshan came to check the master's body..."

"Tieshan? What kind of head catcher?"

Zhao Qiandu's face was cold.

"Fifth-rank head catcher."

"Fifth grade?"

Zhao Qiandu paused and turned his face: "What I said in the letter is unclear. What happened in Nanliang County? The fifth-rank captain among the six doors is not low."

"Several famous masters in Nanliang County were killed, not only Nanliang County, but also murders occurred in several nearby counties."

The old housekeeper who rushed over replied:

"In addition to Taoist Priest Wang Quan, several masters in Nanliang County who entered the internal training threshold were killed."

"Um?"

Zhao Qiandu raised his eyebrows slightly, his eyes flashing: "He is the only one who is not dead?"

The old butler nodded:

"Yes, but Captain Tieshan went to investigate, and he suffered severe internal injuries and his life was not long."

"Where is he?"

"The south of the city, Anyi Lane."

Huh ~

Before the old housekeeper finished speaking, Zhao Qiandu had turned around and stepped out, disappearing in the long street.

"Young Master, where are you going..."

.........

Anyi Lane, South of Nanliang City.

Hey!

ha!

In the small courtyard and in the thick snow, two little guys fisted in a stern manner.

At the door of the room, An Qisheng sat on the recliner, stroking his white beard with one hand and holding a cup of hot tea with the other.

"The strength must be sufficient, and the heart must be relaxed."

An Qisheng spoke softly and pointed.

After two months of teaching, An Qisheng had to admit that the qualifications of his two apprentices were very ordinary and could not be said to be very poor, but it was far from being good.

His improved boy skills were a bit complicated, so that it was two months since the two little guys had not developed internal strength.

However, normally, ordinary warriors often practice internal strength between one month and one year, so there is no need to worry too much.

There are many geniuses in one day to half a month.

As if he felt angry when he practiced for the first time, this was not true in his memory.

"snort!"

"ha!"

The two little guys lifted their fists and kicked their legs in the snow, with a serious expression.

The thick snow had long been flattened, and An Qisheng poured cold water on it again. The ground was very slippery. If the lower plate was unstable, he would fall down.

After looking at it for a while, An Qisheng closed his eyes slightly.

Hulu ~

As soon as he closed his eyes, the inner voices that only he could hear were sounding in his ears.
To be continued...