C5 Night Visitation

Faang Hui laughed out loud. He only knew that this cyan robed man wanted to use his inner force to check the direction of his meridians, but he didn't know why he died. At this moment, on the body of the searcher, other than the scattered silver taels, there was another secret manual. On the first page, there was a symbol of flames soaring. He did not know that Yang Xiao had asked this question for Wei Xiaoxiao. Flipping through the secret manuals, he found a training method and a Lightness Skill footwork method that contained the Frozen White Palm. He thought to himself: "I don't know why this cyan robed monster has died, but it has something to do with inner force fire. It is fine if I do not practice this powerful palm technique, but seeing how scared the black clothed man is, seeing that my inner strength contains this ice-cold Qi, if I can release it freely and learn this Ethereal Palm technique, it would be good to scare people." The inner strength of the Lightness Skill Art cannot be learnt, so it is good to learn more about it. "

After meditating for a while, he thought back to the position of the Ice Palms' successor. At the same time, the two internal energies in his body gradually calmed down. He could only feel his internal energy increasing greatly. At that time, the green-robed guest's corpse was buried, and they were heading to the same province in Shaanxi Province.

Along the way, he asked around for news of Luh Yanzhuo, Ren and Huang, but there was no trace of them. Wu Tie changed into his usual snow-white clothes and wrapped himself in a long bag, wrapping the Longsword in it and carrying it on his back.

Traveling to the Nanyang in one day, passing through the streets, seeing that there were plenty of people, what a big city. Just as he was looking left and right, the sound of the throne bell sounded out from behind him like a dozen or so horses galloping over. Faang Hui turned his head to look, and saw that the two horses riding were actually dressed like Imperial Guard, with seven or eight people behind them, all dressed in black, their waists wrapped in chains and spears, and a red hawk on the corner of their robes. It was obvious that they were Flying Eagle Sect disciples.

On the road, Faang Hui had exchanged glances with the Flying Eagle Sect, and knew that the list of names was closely related to the Flying Eagle Sect. Luh Yanzhuo and Huang Yuan had also commented on the Flying Eagle Sect separately, whether it was evil or righteous, it was truly impossible to tell. At this point, the rider on the horse passed by and said in a low voice, "When we meet Martial Uncle at the Hou Mansion, we will definitely take revenge."

Faang Hui had long dodged to the side of the road, pretending to buy steamed buns, and asked the seller: "It seems that your Nanyang City is rich, and has officials here right?" The one selling the steamed buns laughed: "For my Nanyang, let's not talk about the Old Master of the Prefecture. Just based on the heritage of Marquis Nanyang, who doesn't know of the nation name that has been bestowed upon me?" Faang Hui picked up a steamed bun and remained silent. He had already made up his mind to explore the Marquis Mansion at night.

It was Manager Ye, Faang Hui. He wore night attire, armed with hidden weapons, and inquired about the location of the house of the Marquis in the daytime as he came through the eaves.

It was getting closer to midnight, and the Hou Mansion was still as quiet as usual. Faang Hui carefully moved in stealthily, searching all the big houses, but he didn't find anything. Just as he was about to slip down to the wall to investigate, he suddenly saw the northwest corner of the woodshed forcing out a light.

When they got close enough, they could see people lurking in the corners near the woodshed. Faang Hui thought, this must be a top secret, and the Hou Mansion is also a remote corner. There must be a very special reason why they were left around to set up a sentry.

After approximately one incense stick of time, the door to the woodshed opened, and everyone in the room filed out. The first few people were obviously Flying Eagle Sect disciples. A person was carried on a stretcher, with a white cloth covering his face, he looked like a corpse. The two people behind wore Flying Eagle Sect clothing and were of higher status. Along the way, they met two Imperial Guard s that escorted one of them out. That person had a square face and large ears. He was dressed in the attire of a noble king. He was over fifty years old and his face was filled with anger. He was the owner of the house of the Marquis, Zhu Zhilin.

Faang Hui saw that they were tightly guarded, and really couldn't find anything wrong with the Flying Eagle Sect. He waited for everyone to leave and then quietly retreated. The few people that were hiding on the rooftop also stood up and prepared to jump down. At this time, one of the Imperial Guard behind Zhu Zhilin suddenly struck out with his palm towards an old man who was beside him. This sudden turn of events caught everyone off guard. When the old man changed his move, he was already half a step too late. With the palm of his hand right in front of his back, he coughed out a mouthful of blood. Everyone in Flying Eagle Sect was shocked, several people stood guard around Zhu Zhilin, the three of them and the remaining old man in Flying Eagle Sect pulled out their chain spears and rushed towards Imperial Guard. The remaining Imperial Guard struck out with his palm to protect himself as he retreated back a few meters. Instead of joining the battle, he observed with his back against the wall.

The Imperial Guard who had suddenly launched a sneak attack, released the four chain guns and shouted loudly, "This man is the remnant of the Han Emperor. He has been a spy for a long time, do not be fooled by him!" Everyone was startled, the spear in their hands slowed down, Zhu Zhilin waved his hand to stop them. The injured old man spat out blood, he was severely injured. Zhu Zhilin slowly turned towards the Imperial Guard and asked, "Sir He, this person has served this marquis for more than ten years. You suddenly severely injured him, saying that he is a remnant of the King of Han, do you have any evidence?"

The Imperial Guard with the surname He said in a clear voice, "Four days ago, I saw him contacting someone about some Duke Han's Treasure. Two days ago, someone from ten miles outside the city had sent him a message saying that a bunch of old goods belonging to the Han Dynasty had been found in his boots with a wax pill book. He concealed the fact that the marquis was speaking just now, so there must be something wrong. "

Zhu Zhilin then asked another Imperial Guard: "What did Master Li say?"

The one surnamed Li was expressionless and said in a deep voice, "Lord He is meticulous and I am not aware of this matter. The justice of the matter depends entirely on the marquis' decision."

Zhu Zhilin clapped and said, "Alright! "When I was ordered to investigate the remaining evils of the Devil Sect, He Yu Cheng secretly met with the Devil Sect bandits and injured my old general without any reason. He accused me of being deployed by the King of Han with ulterior motives, left and right, we have taken them down together with us."

He Guangcheng suddenly saw this turn of events. With a loud shout, he drew his sword from his waist and shouted: "Marquis Nanyang and Zhu Zhilin must be accomplices. Master Li, you handle today's matter." The blade then clashed with the people of Flying Eagle Sect. Lord Li remained silent. He raised his hands slightly with his palms facing down. It was unknown what concealed weapon he was holding.

On the roof, Faang Hui was secretly surprised, Zhu Zhi Lin seemed to be loyal and kind, his heart was actually so ruthless, the Imperial Guard had orders from the court, regardless of whether you are a king or a nobleman, if you commit an offense, it cannot be avoided, since Zhu Zhi Lin dared to attack the Imperial Guard, there must be a major reason. After fighting for a while, He Liang's body was surrounded by danger. Lord Li raised his hand and a yellow-green firework rocket shot up into the sky. About a mile or two away, there were faint howls echoing in the surroundings. After half an incense's time, people from the surrounding houses rushed over.

Faang Hui was shocked. He couldn't find any clues about the fight between the two groups, so he didn't want to get caught in the crossfire first. He immediately opened up two roofs and quietly slipped down the walls.

At this moment, the cries of "Take out the Assassin" rang out unceasingly. The people who had responded to the fire call had already started fighting with the guards of the manor. Faang Hui shamelessly turned around a room and went into a secluded and dark place. At this moment, the sounds of fighting gradually died down, indicating that the guards of the house of the Marquis were no match for those who had come to provide assistance. Faang Hui turned another window and a candle suddenly lit up inside. This time, it was unexpected and his huge figure immediately disappeared without a trace. There were a few people in front who immediately rushed over when they saw someone. At this moment, the roof was howling. Faang Hui looked around and had nowhere to hide. He immediately jumped and broke into the house with the light.

At this moment, just as the candle was burning brightly, a young woman turned around with a cry. Under the light of a lamp, her beautiful face was like a flower. When she met Faang Hui's gaze, both of them exclaimed in surprise.