The shock wave turned into a frenzy, spreading in ripples, kicking up dust and gravel, washing away houses in distant places, and annihilating many lives silently.

Amidst the muffled groans, the four golden gongs each adopted different defensive methods and used their strength to float away into the distance, not daring to be at the center of the explosion.

When everything calmed down and the figure of the man in black robe was gone, the four golden gongs felt relieved, but they couldn't help but feel angry.

"What is this guy's background? I'm referring to that arm." The warlock in white suddenly appeared, with his back to everyone.

"Arm?" asked the golden gong with the sword.

"According to my observation, that arm is not his. The demonic energy is so terrifying that I have only seen it in my life," said the white-robed warlock.

Jiang Lvzhong stared at the back of the white-robed warlock: "Yang Qianhuan, do you have eyes on your back?"

The white-robed warlock named Yang Qianhuan said: "Before he left, I turned back and took a peek."

"..." Jiang Lvzhong said helplessly: "Can you turn around and speak properly? You were not like this before."

"Allow me to refuse. Mr. Yang does whatever he wants and doesn't care about anyone's opinion." After he finished speaking, he explained:

"I have carefully observed Teacher Jianzheng and Wei Yuan. Haven't you noticed that one of them always likes to stand in the observation hall, with his back to you; the other always likes to sit on the Bagua stage, with his back to us.

"And we will feel that both Wei Yuan and the teacher have a very noble demeanor."

....Four Jin Luo felt like there was something in his head that he wanted to vomit, but he couldn't vomit it out.

Jiang Luzhong shook his head and returned to the topic: "It seems that, based on the current information, that hand is the sealed object under Sangbo."

The sealed object under Sangbo... Yang Qianhuan frowned. He just returned to Beijing the day before yesterday and today he came over on behalf of Si Tianjian to help suppress a madman.

He also knew that the Yongzhen Shanhe Temple was bombed a while ago, but he didn't pay much attention to it. As we all know, as long as a warlock has an alchemy and an alchemy laboratory and delivers meals on time, he can stay home for ten years.

"That monk is probably Heng Hui," said the golden gong with the sword.

Listening to the conversation between the Golden Gongs, Yang Qianhuan had a question mark on his face and became more and more curious.

"If we can catch him, we can know the whereabouts of Princess Pingyang." Jiang Lvzhong said.

Princess Pingyang? The Princess Pingyang who disappeared more than a year ago? Yang Qianhuan remembered that when the princess disappeared, almost all the Si Tianjian warlocks were dispatched, and there was a lot of noise.

Hearing this, he could no longer bear it, turned his back and asked:

"It's only been a few days since the Sangbo case happened, but you guys have investigated the case so clearly? Wait...Why didn't I hear from Si Tianjian's junior brothers? Don't tell me that you didn't ask them to help handle the case.

.You guys are not that good at handling cases."

This high-level warlock is full of confusion.

Logically speaking, it is impossible for Si Tianjian's warlock not to tell him about a major case like Sang Bo. After all, Si Tianjian often assists the court in handling cases, and internal exchanges of information are common.

But Yang Qianhuan has never heard of Heng Hui, Princess Pingyang and other information.

Yang Yan spoke in a rare voice and said: "Our watchman didn't even use the golden gong. The one who handled the case was an ordinary gong."

What does this have to do with you? You sounded so proud...Yang Qianhuan did not turn around. He cursed in his heart and asked: "Tongluo? Tell me about it."

"You should know this Tongluo, um, because he is very famous in Si Tianjian." Jiang Lvzhong remembered the rumors about Xu Qi'an and knew that he once gave lectures to the white-clothed warlock in Si Tianjian, "His name is Xu Qi'an."

"Xu Qian?!" Yang Qianhuan's voice rose a little higher.

He knew Xu Qi'an well. He knew this person right after he returned to Si Tianjian, and he even gave lectures to the juniors. He was so pushy... he was a strong enemy.

I didn't expect that he was also responsible for the Sangbo case. He seemed to have done a pretty good job and was very popular... He was a strong enemy.

"What's the origin of that arm?" Nangong Qianrou asked bitterly.

"I don't know, but its owner is definitely second grade or above. I don't know much about the martial arts system... Oh, of course, I don't bother to understand either." Yang Qianhuan's tone was deep, like an invincible and lonely swordsman.

This man has been away from Beijing for several months, and his condition has become more and more serious.... The golden gongs thought to themselves.

...

After yesterday's exertion, Xu Qi'an, who was slightly injured, overslept and it was already dawn when he woke up.

Mao hour must have passed, and I was late anyway, so instead of being in a hurry, I dressed and washed slowly, climbed over the wall and went to the main house to have breakfast.

From a distance, I could hear a greedy child crying loudly, and his cry was full of anger, like the roar of a hungry dragon.

Entering the front hall, the second uncle had already gone to work, and the aunt and Lingyue, who had gotten up late, were having breakfast. Xu Lingyin put her hands on both sides of her back, leaned forward, and launched a sonic attack at her mother.

The aunt, who had a beautiful face but a dignified temperament, frowned and lowered her head to eat in silence.

Lu'e was comforting Little Douding.

"What's going on?" Xu Qian came in with a smile.

Xu Lingyue's eyes lit up, she turned her head and said happily: "Brother, are you going to have a rest today?"

"I overslept..." Xu Qian said ashamedly.

"Big brother, big brother," Xu Lingyin ran over with short legs, grabbed the hem of Xu Qian's clothes with one little hand, and pointed at her mother and sister with the other little finger, and said indignantly: "They snatched my chicken legs, they even snatched the children's chicken legs.

...Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa..."

Is this too much? Xu Qian looked at his aunt and sister.

Auntie snorted and didn't bother to explain.

Xu Lingyue said helplessly: "Lingyin had a leftover chicken leg last night. She was reluctant to eat it and took it back to the house. When she got up this morning, she found that the chicken drumstick was missing. She thought my mother and I had stolen the drumstick."

That should have happened after I left last night, otherwise Xu Lingyin would be grabbing her mother's sleeves and accusing me of stealing her chicken legs to eat.... Xu Qian touched Xiao Douding's head:

"The eldest brother is the best at solving crimes. The eldest brother will make the decision for you."

Xiao Dou Ding was very happy when he heard this. He felt that his eldest brother was the best. In addition to grabbing his food, he held on to his clothes and stared at his mother and aunt with the same hatred as him.

Xu Lingyue met her elder brother's eyes and said, "I asked the maid who took care of her. The maid said that Ling Yin got up in the middle of the night and ate it, but she didn't believe it at all."

Xu Qian lowered his head and asked, "Then have you eaten?"

Xu Lingyin said loudly: "I didn't."

Xu Lingyue said: "The maid said she ate it with her eyes closed. We found the chicken leg bones on her bedside and chewed them very clean. This is how she eats them."

"Brother, I must eat it for my sister. My sister is lying." Xu Lingyin could not accept the fact that she ate the chicken legs that she was reluctant to eat.

"Brother already knows who ate it."

"Who is it?"

You ate it with your mouth, but your brain didn't know...Xu Qian said: "It's a ghost."

"A dead ghost?" Xu Lingyin was so shocked that her pronunciation was not standard.

"Don't scare the child." The aunt said unhappy, and then said to the young girl: "Sprinkle the ghost with salt, put it in oil and fry it. It will taste better than chicken legs."

When Xu Lingyin heard it, she was afraid and yearned for it.

.....

After breakfast, Xu Qian rode to the Yamen. Song Tingfeng, who squinted his eyes, said: "Ning Yan, Mr. Wei just sent someone to invite you to Haoqi Tower."

"You didn't say I was late, right?" Xu Qian said.

"I said you were running around in the hut." He said with narrowed eyes.

"..." Xu Qian nodded and turned around to go to Haoqi Tower.

After the guard passed the call, he quickly climbed up the stairs and was startled by the scene in front of him.

In addition to Wei Yuan, there were four Jin Luo in the tea room. They all had injuries on their bodies. Yang Yan's arm was hung up with gauze, as if his arm bone was broken.

Jiang Lvzhong's forehead was bandaged tightly, and he only wore one boot on his feet, while the other foot was wrapped in thick gauze.

Nangong Qianrou looks normal on the outside, but her face is as pale as a paper doll.

Another guy, Jin Luo, whom he didn't recognize, had his head wrapped in thick gauze. It looked like someone had his head ripped open in a street fight.

This scene is both absurd and funny. The high-ranking warriors look like a group of hooligans who have lost a group fight and are a little downcast.

"Pfft..." Xu Qian turned his head and couldn't help but smiled.

"Why are you laughing?" The four Jin Luo stared at him expressionlessly.

"I didn't laugh..." Xu Qian refused to admit it.

Wei Yuan called Xu Qian over, pointed to the seat opposite and asked him to sit down, and said: "Henghui showed up last night, and the target was the Minister of War's Mansion."

Xu Qi'an put away his joking expression and turned serious: "A few golden gongs..."

Wei Yuan nodded: "Heng Hui was injured. Last night the Yamen set up a trap at the Ministry of War Shangshu Mansion and the Chief Assistant Mansion. Four golden gongs, plus the third disciple Yang Qianhuan who was the supervisor, and five fourth-level masters

No Henghui was left behind."

Regarding this ending, Xu Qi'an was shocked but not shocked. He did not expect that five fourth-grade masters would come together to fight. If he was not shocked, he felt that the sealed object under Sangbo should be of such a character.

"Have you seen the origin clearly?" Xu Qian asked about the sealed object itself.

"A severed hand." Jiang Lvzhong replied.

Sure enough...it was indeed that weird hand. Xu Qian looked at Wei Yuan: "Mr. Wei, what grade is this?"

If one hand has such strength, what state should its owner be in?

"At least the second grade." Wei Yuan said.
To be continued...