Chapter 459: Follow the situation
“This is it.”
Tang Jiao stood alone in front of the wooden door deep in the alley and let out a deep breath.
The night is still deep, and the sky is covered with clouds, as if heavy rain is about to fall at any time.
After leaving Chang'an Lane, she didn't stop for a moment. Even though the night was already very late, she still came all the way... It seemed that she would miss her uncle if it was just one more hour at night.
It was obviously so many years too late, but she felt anxious.
What’s interesting is that the address Nan Muzhi gave her is actually across an alley from the small courtyard Fu Qingzhou is renting... It’s just a short walk to have a cup of tea.
"I didn't expect that the place where uncle lives is so close to our current courtyard..."
Tang Jiao took a deep breath, reached out and knocked gently on the wooden door. .
In the deserted alley late at night, the knocking on the door seemed particularly clear and crisp.
The late autumn wind passed through the alley, bringing a bit of coolness. Tang Jiao hugged her arms tightly... No one at the door responded.
After hesitating for a moment, she knocked on the door again.
Still no response.
Tang Jiao bit her lip, a look of concentration flashed in her eyes, she slowly stretched out her hand, put it on the door panel, and pushed it gently - the door panel shook back and forth slightly, making a squeaking sound. , obviously there is a bolt blocking the door.
This time she did not hesitate, she did not move her hand away, the breath in her body was flowing, and she exhaled softly, and there was a crisp "click" sound from behind the wooden door, which was the sound of the door latch being broken.
The door creaked open inward, and Tang Jiao slowly walked in.
Inside the door is a small courtyard that looks abandoned for a long time.
Weeds are overgrown, the wells are dry, and the roof tiles and walls of the house have long been peeled off and broken by the erosion of the years. When she walked into the courtyard, the first thing that shocked her was the rats and ants all over the ground.
With just one glance, Tang Jiao realized that... there was no one here.
Her eyes showed deep disappointment, but in the end she pursed her lips and continued walking inside.
Even if he can't find his uncle, will the things Nan Muzhi gave him still be here?
Are there any clues related to my father's case?
The yard is not big, the front yard and back yard combined are only thirty to forty square feet, and there are not many houses, only two rooms in total.
It didn’t take long for Tang Jiao to turn over the house and courtyard, but she found nothing.
Not to mention any clues to the case, there is not even a trace of anyone living there, only spider webs everywhere.
"Alas..."
Tang Jiao returned to the courtyard and sighed deeply: "After all, it's too late."
She wandered around the house and courtyard a little unwillingly. Circle, always found nothing, had to leave in frustration.
But she didn't notice that after she closed the door and left, a person slowly walked out of the shadow of the originally empty courtyard.
……
Fu Qingzhou dragged his tired body and threw himself on the bed.
This night, his body was not very tired, but his mental exertion was really huge... At this time, he lay on the bed, his head was dizzy, but he was too tired to fall asleep, and he felt so uncomfortable Feeling like vomiting.
As a last resort, he had no choice but to muster the energy to sit up cross-legged and run the two major techniques in his body to repair the extreme fatigue in his soul.
Time passed by, and the power of Qi Ranjue was once again highlighted, and the uncomfortable feeling of nausea was quickly suppressed.
The only uncomfortable thing is that after doing the exercises, he became extremely energetic and seemed to be unable to fall asleep...
At this moment, the smoker's voice rang out: "Hey, Mr. Fu, Tang Jiao is back."
"He'll be back when he's back."
Fu Qingzhou let out a filthy breath , opened his eyes: "It's so late, let's talk to her tomorrow about what happened today."
"No..." Smoker said quietly: "There is someone following her."
"Huh?"
Fu Qingzhou's pupils condensed.
Is anyone following Tang Jiao?
After the matter of Huixin was settled, he had already half-emptied his mind, but now he raised it again.
Tang Jiao teaches and writes with that Nanmu sect every day, how could she be targeted?
In the past two days, I was either going to Zhangjian Academy or dealing with Huixin's affairs. If I let my guard down a little bit, someone would target Tang Jiao?
"What state is that person in? What are his actions?"
Fu Qingzhou lowered his eyebrows and asked.
The smoker smiled and said: "The realm is not particularly high, just the sixth realm. He is a warrior. He is not young. He is a man. Hey, he has a lot of hidden wounds on his body, but his concealment skills are excellent. No worse than those killers in Xiaoyu Pavilion."
Fu Qingzhou frowned.
Could it be that those killers are here again?
After all, there is a Zhu Mei living in his yard...
These days, he has not heard anything about Wu Yan. In addition, there is an all-around coachman Yuan Ziping in the yard, and Lao Yuan has not heard anything about it these days. Not finding anyone staring at the small courtyard, Fu Qingzhou naturally relaxed a little. After thinking for a moment or two, he no longer hesitated, picked up the Cloud Splitting Saber, and walked out of the room.
At this time, Tang Jiao had returned to the room. The lights were on and there was a faint sound of washing.
Fu Qingzhou squinted his eyes and glanced at the shadows around the small courtyard late at night.
The smoker is right. This man's concealment skills are indeed very strong. With his own ability, he didn't even notice that anyone was hiding around him.
"Old man, where is that person?"
He asked in his mind: "Point to me."
The smoker smiled and put on the jade pendant There was an air of lightness floating around.
The breath disappeared in a flash, but Fu Qingzhou could clearly feel the direction guided by the breath.
"Understood."
He smiled softly, not looking there, but his hand was already on the handle of the knife.
The next moment, the Cloud-Splitting Knife came out of its sheath and shed a piece of moonlight!
The sword flashed like water, and in an instant it was forced towards a shadow in the corner of the small courtyard!
“Huh?”
There was a soft cry from the shadow, and then a black shadow sprang out at a very fast speed, flashing a sword like a ghost, quickly came to the courtyard wall, and then quickly flew up against the courtyard wall, obviously It's about running away.
Fu Qingzhou sneered, kicked out a cloud of smoke and dust, and his figure turned into thunder and lightning and chased after him. The blade deflected, and in an instant, a web-like knife shadow was thrown out, heading towards the black shadow. go!
“Stay!”
He shouted softly, and the sword light was overwhelming, leaving no room for anyone to move and escape.
The black figure suddenly raised his head, and his shocked eyes were reflected in the light of the sword.
This is a middle-aged man with gray hair on his temples. His face is covered with deep and shallow old wounds. Those scars even spread to his neck and to his body covered by clothes.
In the flash of lightning, the middle-aged man raised his hands.
He slipped out two short sticks from his sleeves and crossed them in front of him, trying to block the swords.
Of course, Fu Qingzhou didn’t want his life either.
He just wanted to capture this person and ask about his origins.
So, while the middle-aged man threw out his double sticks, the power of the sword in Fu Qingzhou's hand had changed!
With two bangs and a groan, the short stick in the middle-aged man's hand was suddenly knocked away. His whole body was also heavily knocked away and hit the courtyard wall. Numerous shallow spots appeared on his body instantly. Shallow knife marks, blood spattering.
The next moment, the long knife in Fu Qingzhou's hand was already placed on the middle-aged man's neck.
“Who?”
Before he opened his mouth, other people’s startled shouts rang out in the courtyard.
Immediately afterwards, a burst of footsteps sounded, approaching quickly.
Without looking back, Fu Qingzhou knew that it was Yuan Ziping and Qiu Chan who heard the noise and rushed over from their respective rooms.
"Young Master?"
Yuan Ziping shouted from a distance: "What happened?"
"Someone sneaked in." Fu Qingzhou looked at the middle-aged man in front of him calmly : "He came with Tang Jiao...Qiu Chan, call Tang Jiao out."
Qiu Chan responded, turned around and went to Tang Jiao's room.
"Tang...Jiao?"
Hearing Fu Qingzhou say this name, the middle-aged man was obviously startled.
He spoke in a hoarse voice: "Did you just say Tang Jiao?"
Fu Qingzhou frowned.
He did not rush to ask questions, but put away the knife - of course it was not that he wanted to let the middle-aged man go, but Yuan Ziping had already rushed over with the knife. He cut off the middle-aged man's hands behind his back and put the knife on On the neck of a middle-aged man.
But the middle-aged man didn't seem to care. He no longer even looked at Fu Qingzhou, but turned his attention to... Tang Jiao, who was following Qiu Chan.
"Are you Jiaojiao?"
Seeing Tang Jiao, the middle-aged man immediately asked in a calm voice.
There were still some drops of water on Tang Jiao's face. She had obviously just finished washing her face. She looked at the middle-aged man with shock in her eyes.
Fu Qingzhou narrowed his eyes: "Jiaojiao, do you know him?"
"䱱..."
Tang Jiao stared at the middle-aged man closely, her voice trembling: "You look... ...and my dad...seem..."
"Haha...of course." The middle-aged man laughed: "Who said that he and I are brothers?"
( End of chapter)