They drank on the roof of the pawn shop for three days. Even Wang Mian was a little impatient and couldn't help asking;
"Senior brother, how long do you plan to stay here? In fact, just arrange for a ruffian on the street. They are best at things like this."
Hou Zi sighed, "It's just seven days. Just get through the first seven. Today is the last day. If there's nothing else, I will send them the gifts everyone gathered. If you come to Jincheng in the future, come more often if you have time." Look at them, mainly the children, Senior Brother Xiang cares about them the most."
Wang Mian nodded, "I don't understand, why didn't you, senior brother, give them the gifts that everyone gathered together as soon as possible? As a result, people think that our noses are not noses, and our faces are not faces..."
Fang Yazi hummed from the side: "Senior brother is afraid that he gave it too early and entrusted it to someone else. It is also a lot of wealth. Is it possible to get it back again?"
Wang Mian glared at him, "I don't know this yet? But I feel that Xiang's sister-in-law is not a person who can endure loneliness. Senior brother, you won't use this money to ask her to agree to something. A condition?"
Hou Zi smiled bitterly, "Am I that stupid? How can I have time to stare at her all my life? Besides, I never think that a young woman must be a widow. This is not in line with human nature."
Fang Yazi is the person who understands Hou Zi best, "Seven days is the minimum tolerance limit for senior brother!"
Wang Mian puffed up his mouth and wanted to say something, but in the end he shook his head in silence.
In the middle of the night, Fang Yazi, a hunter, had a very good view, and suddenly lowered his voice, "Someone came out of the back door. She was wearing a brimmed hat and a cloak. Judging from her walking figure, she should be a young woman."
He said it a bit cryptically. Apart from the elderly and children, there was actually only one young woman in the house.
The three people were falling far away on the rooftops along the street. This area was an area where ordinary mortals settled. There were very few practitioners, so no one paid attention to them as they jumped across the ridge. Soon they arrived at Huanyi Alley, and the woman looked around. After a while, I knocked carefully on the back corner door of a wealthy family three times, two long and one short...
A maid quickly opened the corner door and let her in. She seemed to be familiar with the road, and she even looked around the street. As an ordinary person, it was impossible for her to find that there were three pairs of cold eyes staring at her on the ridge not far away. .
Hou Chu stood up and said, "I'll go in and take a look. You two are waiting outside. There shouldn't be too many people involved in something like this, as it can easily cause a scene."
Fang Yazi grabbed him and said, "Senior brother, let me go? I know how to deal with it. Your salary has been withheld until ten years later. I'm fine and can still carry it."
Hou Zi firmly pushed his hand away. He understood Fang Yazi's intentions. This was the brother with whom he had the most unreserved trust. He could truly be trusted with life and death, but this trust should not be left on such occasions.
"It's precisely because I have no salary to deduct anyway, so I should go! If you go, two people may be deducted. If I go, a dead pig is not afraid of boiling water."
Seeing Hou Zi sneaking in, the two people outside were a little uneasy. They were worried that something would happen that they least wanted to see. They all knew about Senior Brother Hou, so they wouldn't care about you when they started. Seniority, what’s the relationship, are you a mortal?
Fang Yazi complained a little, "Wang Mian, you are an idiot and you don't know how to stop senior brother. If this really happens to a life-threatening incident, I'm afraid it can't be solved by a fine!"
Wang Mian chuckled, took out a sword letter, and sent it out with a wave of his hand, "You don't know Senior Brother Hou's temper yet? Can you stop it? So, be more confident, not if something serious happens to someone's life, but
There will definitely be a murder!
Don’t think about stopping it, but think about how to solve it.”
Fang Yazi didn't react for a while, "How do you want to solve it? If a person dies, can he cover it up?"
Wang Mian smiled mischievously, "Of course I can't hide it, but you have heard of an idiom, right? The law does not punish the public?"
Fang Yazi understood and raised his thumb, "Old Wang, I don't agree with you in other matters, but I am convinced by this move today."
Half an hour later, a figure jumped out of the Yang family mansion and silently returned to the roof where he started. Hou Zi shouted softly:
"What are you still doing here? Are you waiting for the night watchman to come and arrest someone and get all the stolen goods?"
As soon as he stepped onto the roof, he couldn't help but be startled. More than half a hundred fellow disciples were looking at him quietly, as if they were looking at a giant monkey.
A friend who asked about his early days, who is now Master Tongxuan, snorted and said,
"Let's not talk about whether you should do this or not. We will discuss this later. Now everyone goes in and leaves traces! Then everyone goes back to their homes! Wait for the punishment from the Captain's Mansion tomorrow!"
Everyone rushed into the Yang family mansion in order, one after another, leaving behind traces that they thought were impressive, some directly slashed with swords, and some left notes, such and such and such a murderer, and so and so was here for a visit,
When the situation is unfair, draw your sword to help, etc.
They moved quickly and came and went freely. The Yang family was not a cultivating family. They chose the remote courtyard deliberately, but no one heard any movement.
During the whole process, Hou Zi had no right to speak. He had the responsibility to his senior brother, and so did others.
After morning classes on the second day, a rare grand occasion occurred in the Marshal's Mansion. Fifty-three Quanzhen disciples were summoned to the lobby of the Marshal's Mansion, making the Peregrine City shake its head.
Looking at Xiang's wife's distant uncle, he said calmly: "Have you seen them all? There are fifty-three people, two of whom have entered Tongxuan, and I won't hide the rest from you, they are all disciples of this generation.
The most outstanding among them, conservatively speaking, I am not surprised at all that there are ten Tongxuan, there may be more.
If you insist on getting to the bottom of it, I won't stop you, but if anything happens to your Shan family in the future, don't come to me to complain.
They are the future of Dafengyuan and the future of Quanzhen Religion. What does this mean?
Even I don’t dare to be serious about this matter, so why should you?”
The uncle is old, but his brain is not broken yet, "The commander-in-chief is right, just do as you say, I have no objection; it's just my useless grandson, you see..."
Peregrine Falcon felt disgusted in his heart. This old guy was pretending to be confused because he knew better. He was not here to stand up for this distant niece. His real goal was only to promote his own bloodline.
"Yes, I will explain it."
Peregrine Falcon looked through the gauze curtain at this group of nonchalant monks, feeling a little envious in his heart; he did not lie, these disciples were truly the seeds of the future of the Quanzhen Sect, and most of them were the seedlings of the Sword Cultivator True Tradition.
Whoever can own them will have greater say in the power system of Quanzhen Religion.
Unfortunately, most of them are disciples who are deeply possessed by demons. They are all unruly and murderous.
Especially one of the guys who was hiding in a corner and pretending to be honest, he bet that he was the one who really took action!
