Chapter 664

Unknowingly, it was getting dark. Many shops in the streets of Huizhou City were closed, and some restaurants and inns hung a string of red lanterns to guide the people who wanted to eat and stay in the wind and snow.

The snow on the street can not reach the upper. Yan Liqiang trampled on the snow according to his memory and walked in Huizhou City. The Han empire times has a distribution point in Huizhou City. The person in charge of the newspaper stationed in Huizhou City is very down-to-earth. One of Xu Enda's brothers, surnamed Wang, Yan Liqiang is worried about Fang Beidou and others, So I want to come to the distribution point to find someone to understand the current situation of Beidou and others.

When Yan Liqiang came to the distribution point of the newspaper, the distribution point with a two-story building had closed the door and couldn't see anyone. Yan Liqiang frowned. According to the rules of the newspaper, the distribution points in the capital city closed at Haishi in the evening. Now it's five o'clock. Why is there no one at the distribution point.

He went to the door, patted the door with the door button and shouted

"Pa pa... Is anyone there? Is anyone in there?"

Yan Liqiang shouted twice. There was no response in the distribution point of the newspaper. Instead, the curtain of a nearby tailor's shop was lifted. An old man with white hair stretched out his head to see Yan Liqiang with a tape measure around his neck, sleeves and scissors in his hand. "Young man, it's dark now. The distribution point of the newspaper has long been closed. You need to find someone, We have to wait until tomorrow. As long as it's dawn, it's open here... "

Yan Liqiang went to the door of the nearby tailor's shop and asked politely, "Sir, let me ask, do the distribution points of the newspaper close so early? I used to remember that they didn't close until Haishi?"

The old man looked at Yan Liqiang carefully from head to foot by the light in the store. He found that Yan Liqiang had a beautiful face, spoke kindly, and his clothes were decent, not like a bad man. He said with patience, "it was before the time of Hai. Now the distribution point of the newspaper closes as soon as it gets dark..."

"What about shopkeeper Wang here?"

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

"Yes, we have known each other for many years. I remember seeing him last time. He was still here..."

"Shopkeeper Wang heard that he was summoned to the imperial capital a few months ago, and then he didn't come back. I don't know what happened. Now the distribution point has changed a new shopkeeper. The new shopkeeper's surname is Cao, but he's not as friendly as shopkeeper Wang..." the old tailor shook his head helplessly as he said, "when shopkeeper Wang was in the past, The cloth in my shop can be taken out to dry when it's sunny. When the new shopkeeper came, he said that my pole for drying cloth can't extend beyond the corner of the wall, affecting his business. It's really annoying... "

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Leaving the distribution point, Yan Liqiang's face was as heavy as water. The newspaper must have had an accident, but he couldn't think of why it had an accident. It is reasonable to say that the situation in the imperial capital has been completely controlled by his Majesty the emperor and sun Bingchen. The newspaper is under the hands of Duke Liu. His Majesty the emperor and sun Bingchen also know the relationship between Fang Beidou and others, When Lin Qingtian was in the imperial capital, there was no accident at the newspaper. Why is there an accident now? Logically, it shouldn't be

Yan Liqiang doesn't have any acquaintances in Huizhou City. After thinking about it, Yan Liqiang decides to stay in Huizhou City for a day. He will leave for the imperial capital early tomorrow morning. When he arrives in the imperial capital, all this will be clear.

With this in mind, Yan Liqiang walked for a while in Huizhou City and found an insignificant inn to settle down.

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In the middle of the night, lying on the bed of the inn, Yan Liqiang suddenly opened his eyes and moved his eyebrows. With his cultivation, even if he fell asleep, his body was extremely alert. Just for a moment, he felt that someone quickly crossed the roof where he lived with lightness skills, and the sound of clothes cutting through the air was small, But still did not escape Yan Liqiang's ears.

Yan Liqiang looked out of the window. At the moment, it's freezing outside, the cold wind is howling, and the black paint is black. This time is the golden time for Jianghu figures and experts to move at night

According to an Shidao, there are many Jianghu people fishing in troubled waters in the capital. It seems that it is true. Before a place changes or chaos, all Jianghu people who smell the smell will flock to look for opportunities to make money or fame, just like sharks who smell the smell of blood. Among other things, it is the small inn where Yan Liqiang lives, Earlier, when he came in to the dining hall for dinner, he saw two Rangers living in the inn, and several guests with swords, big arms and round waist, not good stubble

Yan Liqiang continued to sleep with his eyes closed and lay on the bed without moving, because the man who had just crossed over from his roof judged from the cultivation of lightness skills, that is, the realm between martial arts teachers and great martial arts teachers. These people are like small animals out foraging at night. Yan Liqiang is not interested in following behind these people's ass to see what they want to do.

But Yan Liqiang slept with his eyes closed for less than seven or eight minutes, and there was an extremely subtle movement on the roof. Two extremely fast breaking sounds came from a distance, and then fell on the eaves of a room next to Yan Liqiang's house, and stayed for a short time

"How's it going? "There is news..." "just received the news, they are in the east side of the rain Pavilion near Town God's Temple, the king of the devil has passed......" "go, do not let them run......" two people on the roof of the voice is very low, are all pressing their voices, but I am afraid they can not dream, it is under their feet, this inconspicuous Inn, Yan Liqiang, a great master of advanced martial arts, has been practicing Yijin and marrow washing for so many years. The sensitivity of Yan Liqiang's facial features has long exceeded the imagination of normal people and is many times better than the master of normal martial arts. Take his hearing as an example. As long as he concentrates on it, the sound of flowers can be heard within 20 feet, Not to mention what someone said on the roof nearby. Yan Liqiang's eyes, which had been closed all the time, suddenly opened, and his eyes flashed. Among the four Dharma protectors of the white lotus sect, there was a person's Jianghu nickname, the ghost king! As soon as the broken sound in his ear disappeared, he got up from the bed and quickly put his clothes on the bed. After thinking about it, he took out a black hood from his baggage and covered his face with only a pair of eyes. Then he picked up the long sword around him and gently pushed the window of the room. The whole person turned out like a slip of smoke, In the blink of an eye, he came to the roof. This novel has been translated by www.novelhall.com and if you are reading this somewhere, they have stopped our translation