Chapter 41 Returning home
"Master Zeng?!!!"
After Wang Daoyuan saw Zeng Anmin, he was completely confused, and then a look of surprise suddenly appeared on his face:
"You...you are not dead!!"
"Stop talking nonsense, give me the horse, I want to use it."
Zeng Anmin glanced at him sideways. The clothes on his body were too wet. He wanted to go home and change his clothes quickly.
When I was reading martial arts novels in my previous life, the warrior would evaporate all the moisture from his body as soon as his inner energy moved around.
He mobilized the warrior aura in his body and his sleeve exploded.
"Oh oh oh!"
Wang Daoyuan did not dare to hesitate at all, and quickly dismounted and handed the horse to Zeng Anmin.
"Go back to Dianlisha and ask me for it."
Zeng Anmin left only one sentence and then clapped his horse and headed towards the Governor's Mansion.
……
Governor's Palace.
In the yard in front of the main hall.
The weather is early winter.
Although it is in the south, the cold air penetrates the neck like a poisonous snake, making people unable to help but shrink their necks.
Dachun was naked from the waist up, kneeling on the ground, with blood stains all over his body.
His usually very wise eyes were now filled with grievances, and he gritted his teeth without saying a word.
Qi Bo held a long whip in his hand, his face full of ruthlessness, and his right hand raised up and rubbed against the air, making a whistling sound.
"Crack!!!"
A whip fell on Dachun's body, leaving a bloody gash.
"Why aren't you with the young master?!"
There was a hint of hatred in Uncle Qi's voice, as if the person kneeling in front of him was not his son.
Dachun pursed her lips tightly, not daring to speak.
"Crack!!!"
"If the young master cannot come back..."
As Qi Bo spoke, the long whip in his hand paused for a moment, his eyes already flashed with a hint of wetness, and his voice was stuck in his throat, unable to speak.
"Crack!"
Another whip.
"Okay."
A deep voice sounded.
Zeng Shilin had no expression on his face and walked slowly into the courtyard.
"Master."
After Qi Bo saw Zeng Shilin, he quickly threw away the whip in his hand.
"Bang!"
He knelt on the ground and kowtowed fiercely to Zeng Shilin.
His head hit the bluestone ground, and soon a piece of the floor was smashed.
Then he looked forward to it and raised his head cautiously:
"Young Master...hasn't been found yet?"
Zeng Shilin's face was gloomy.
He didn't speak, but slowly walked towards the main hall.
"Found or not, Dachun should not be beaten to death by you."
After saying that, he entered the main hall, found a chair, sat down slowly and closed his eyes without saying a word.
He was a little tired.
Seeing the old man's lonely back, Uncle Qi was heartbroken.
He looked at the figure of Dachun kneeling on the ground, and then at the silence of the master in the main hall.
Drops of water as big as beans overflowed from his cloudy eyes.
With trembling hands, he held the whip and stood there at a loss.
……
"Crack!"
A jade bowl fell to the ground and shattered.
Aunt Lin looked at the maid in front of her in disbelief:
"You said, Quan assisted him..."
Huzi lowered his head and glanced at the jade bowl broken into several pieces on the ground, as well as a piece of crystal soup sprinkled on the ground, and looked up at Aunt Lin blankly:
"Mom, I'm not full yet."
Aunt Lin had no time to care about him at this time, and stared at the maid in front of her with a pair of phoenix eyes.
There was sadness in the maid's eyes: "That's what outsiders say, the master has mobilized all the soldiers to fish for the river..."
“Bang~”
Aunt Lin suddenly felt dizzy and sat on the chair helplessly.
"Mother..."
The two maids quickly stepped forward to help Aunt Lin.
Aunt Lin's eyes were filled with confusion, her pretty face was filled with sadness, and her voice was haggard:
"Didn't the black cat warrior say he was killing harm for the people? Quan Fu, he kept his peace and never acted randomly..." Huzi looked up curiously, and when Aunt Lin ignored him, he slowly lay on the ground and stretched his head. Go lick the soup off the floor.
“Delicious~”
…………
The entire Governor's Mansion was enveloped in a gloomy atmosphere.
Zeng Shilin sat on the chair, his eyes sometimes sharp and sometimes sighing.
"Sir, the broken knife is a spiritual weapon. It is consistent with the description of the witness of Wang Lin's assassination. It can be concluded that the identity of the assassin is the black cat warrior."
Qi Bo stood respectfully at the door.
"Black Cat Takeo?"
Zeng Shilin slowly raised his head, a strange color flashing in his eyes:
"If you want to cut off a spiritual weapon, the opponent must have at least a spiritual weapon of the same quality in his hand."
"And the realm must be higher than this assassin, at least the martial arts visualization realm."
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"Otherwise, unless the opponent has a... divine weapon in his hand."
As soon as he said this, Dad shook his head.
Without it, the idea is ridiculous.
The total number of artifacts in the entire Sheng Dynasty and Jiang Dynasty can only be counted on one hand.
The owner of each artifact is a strong person who can carry the cauldron.
My thoughts are a little confused.
"There is no news from the riverside yet." Qi Bo hesitated for a moment and then said it.
"Yeah."
There was no joy or anger in Dad's voice.
"Master..."
Aunt Lin's voice sounded, and she was sitting opposite Zeng Shilin. At this time, her face was haggard, and her peach blossom eyes were filled with tears:
"Quan assists him..."
"It'll be okay."
Dad slowly raised his head and looked out the window, with a hint of paradox in his voice:
"If something happens to the people, whether it's Prince Jiang's mansion or the Shen family, they'll all have to be buried with him."
He is a suspicious person by nature, and the reason why he still plays his cards according to common sense is because he has not been touched by the reverse scale.
But this time, the enemy has touched his bottom line.
So, it doesn’t matter who it is.
The voice was not loud, as if he was saying something ordinary.
But the murderous intention contained in it goes straight through the heart and lungs:
"As for whether the assassin is a black cat warrior, it doesn't matter."
"Dad!!!"
A familiar voice sounded.
All three people in the hall were startled.
Dad frowned and looked out the window. He thought he had something wrong with his ears because of his earnest thoughts.
"I'm back!"
The familiar voice rang again:
"Who is that? Go find some clothes for the young master!"
The charm in the voice is still so familiar.
"Wow!!"
Zeng Shilin stood up suddenly and looked straight through the window toward the outside.
Uncle Qi was also shocked.
Aunt Lin was already filled with joy and wanted to walk out, but her father didn't move. She hesitated and didn't move either.
"Master? Are you not dead?!"
Qi Dachun's voice was extremely honest.
"Why die? Master, I was saved."
……
"Who saved me?!" Dad's voice suddenly sounded.
As soon as he finished speaking, he walked to the door regardless of his appearance, his eyes expected.
Eyes facing each other.
It's that familiar figure.
Dad finally put his heart back into his stomach.
Zeng Anmin's image at this time was too bohemian.
Not only was he soaked all over, his arms were exposed, and he looked extremely embarrassed.
But these are not important, what is important is... he came back alive.
Hearing his father's familiar voice, Zeng Anmin chuckled and said a name that made everyone's faces look weird.
"Black Cat Takeo."
"Who?!"
Qi Bo's eyes widened.
Isn't Black Cat Takeo an assassin?
Only the father's eyes burst out with a terrifying light.
(End of chapter)