Xiang Shaolong and Mrs. Ya, who was disguised as a folk girl, walked toward the annex, talking and laughing along the way, and were very harmonious.

Masato said: "I have heard a lot about the Samurai Annex, but everyone advised me not to go there, saying that the tastes there are complicated. Your Wushi Annex and Guo Style Annex are the highest-end, and they have no status."

None of the samurai are qualified to live in it."

Xiang Shaolong said with great interest: "Does the annex where I live have such status? Even I don't know. I don't even know how many warriors and who live there."

Mrs. Ya said: "You don't know where Lian Lian Jin lives?"

Xiang Shaolong was stunned and asked: "Really?" No wonder he brought Wu Tingwei that day.

Wouldn't it be detrimental to Shu'er if he came back in a rage last night? Thinking of this, he wished he could fly back to the annex.

Mrs. Ya was about to speak when an unnatural expression suddenly appeared on her face.

Xiang Shaolong followed her gaze and saw among the pedestrians across the street, a group of more than ten warriors, surrounded by a tall and domineering scarred man in brocade robes, turned away and stared at them.

Two people.

Mrs. Ya lowered her head and whispered to him: "Let's go quickly."

Xiang Shaolong hurried forward, full of doubts, and chased after her.

Out of the corner of his eye, the group of people separated into two warriors and chased them across the street where cars and horses were passing. One of them shouted: "Madam, go slow."

Mrs. Ya stopped and sighed helplessly, Xiang Shaolong could only stop with her.

The two people walked around and glared at Xiang Shaolong unkindly, then saluted Mrs. Ya respectfully and said, "Master Marquis, please come and meet Mrs. Ya."

Xiang Shaolong originally thought that Mrs. Ya would refuse, but she sighed and said: "You go back first, tell Mr. Marquis that I will explain a few words, and then go over to see him."

The two of them looked at Xiang Shaolong with disdain before walking back to the opposite street.

After Mrs. Ya glanced at him in fear, she lowered her head and said, "Shaolong, I'm sorry I can't accompany you today. I'll see you later, okay?"

Xiang Shaolong got angry and said, "Then who is the Marquis? Why can you be snatched away from me with just one word?"

Mrs. Ya begged: "Please don't ask, I'm going." Then she left.

Xiang Shaolong watched Mrs. Ya walk up to the big man in the group of people who was dressed in fine clothes and had a scar on his face. He picked up his waist and hugged him. His chest felt as if he had been punched.

He became increasingly unclear about the relationship between these people. Given Mrs. Ya's status, how could she seem to be afraid of the Marquis and let him hug and hug her in front of his eyes, clearly showing that he was going to lose face?

He stood there for a while, having difficulty breathing. His heart was full of humiliation, but he had nowhere to vent it.

It's really boring to hook up with a slut, you never know how many more sides she has. He doesn't even want to know anything about the marquis anymore, and he doesn't want to see Mrs. Ya again in the future.

The sound of hooves sounded.

Xiang Shaolong woke up with a start, looked up, and saw Li Shan and several warriors arriving angrily, shouting: "Brother Xiang, we just came to see you at Madam Ya's place, saying that you and Madam Ya just left."

Xiang Shaolong had an ominous premonition and asked, "What's going on?"

Li Shan cried and said: "Shu'er was raped and killed."

These words were like a bolt from the blue. He was so shocked that he fell back and hit a wall behind him. There was not even a trace of blood left on his face.

Lifting the brocade quilt, Shu'er's naked body covered with bruises lay cold and lifeless on the couch, and the blood oozing from his eyes had solidified black.

The fatal thing was the red rope wrapped around his neck, which was deeply embedded in his neck, leaving his lower body in a mess.

Shu Er was tortured and killed in the most humiliating and cruel way.

Xiang Shaolong's whole body was cold and he was completely unable to accept the facts in front of him.

**'s death was isolated, he did not witness it with his own eyes, and in this time and space more than 2,000 years ago, everything was a bit dreamlike and unreal, even death seemed like a joke. Although the story was sad, it was not profound.

So when he was distracted by other things, it was easy to put aside the suicide of his wife, or even forget about it. But Shu'er was another matter.

His heart is bleeding

Tao Fang's voice seemed to be heard in the distance: "Shu'er was like this when Chunying came into the room this morning. Alas, I don't know what to say. The murderer must be someone from the annex."

Xiang Shaolong didn't want to ask any more questions.

There were only two people who dared to touch Shu'er, one was Wu Tingwei and the other was Lian Jin. He didn't believe that Wu Tingwei was so bold, so the murderer must be Lian Jin, and he also had his sights set on him, so why not him?

At least I dare not touch him before the decisive battle.

He wants to use any means to defeat himself.

No one, including Tao Fang or Wu Yingyuan, would stand up for a gift from Yan State.

He had never wanted to kill someone as much as he did right now.

Tao Fang said: "How about you move in with me? My wife and daughters would like to see you very much."

Xiang Shaolong calmly covered Shu'er with the brocade quilt, shook his head and said: "No, I want to sleep here, but from now on, I don't need anyone to serve me, and I don't want anyone to come here. Give it to me for Shu'er."

I want to be alone to think about my son’s funeral arrangements.”

Tao Fanglu said authentically: "Shaolong, please don't torture yourself. Tomorrow night is the important day for the competition between you and Lian Jin. Now the whole city is waiting to know the result."

Xiang Shaolong became as cold and calm as ice and snow, and said calmly: "Don't worry, no one will value tomorrow night's date more than me."

After so many cruel blows, he finally put away his cynical prodigal feelings and turned back into the killing machine he had carefully cultivated in the era before the future here and a ruthless warrior who would do whatever it takes to achieve his mission.

Throughout the afternoon, Xiang Shaolong stayed in the room where Shu Er was killed.

He did not cry bitterly or shed tears.

Sadness is never the behavior of the weak.

In this Warring States period, in this era when most people do all kinds of evil for their own benefit, only the strong can survive. When he saw Shu'er's body, he deeply realized the ruthlessness of reality and realized that this was a lawless power.

society.

If he wants revenge, he must become the strongest person.

After Tao Fang and everyone else left the house, he picked up the wooden sword and concentrated on practicing the sword, studying the essence of Mozi's swordsmanship.

After his heart and spirit came together, he practiced the ten most exquisite postures over and over again.

Mozi's swordsmanship emphasizes defense rather than attack, but the remaining force of each move implies offensive.

If this offensive attack can be interpreted, the sword technique of defending without attacking can become both offensive and defensive. Thinking of this, I felt ecstasy in my heart. I raised my hand and swung my sword. For a moment, the sword force was hesitant, like a horse flying in the air.

When he started to dance, Xiang Shaolong rushed out of the hall, using the wider space to perform, and fully integrated his understanding of human body structure and mechanics into his swordsmanship.

In the fierce wind of the sword, one moment he was wandering uncertainly, and the other moment he was like a horse flying in the sky, nowhere to be found.

Every attack is a transformation of Mozi's swordsmanship that combines attack and defense.

He yelled wildly and struck out more than a hundred swords in a row, but not a single move was taken on the defensive.

As soon as the sword shadow was withdrawn, the wooden sword was moved to the center of the eyebrows, and the sword was used to straighten the eyes.

A delicate figure rushed into the hall and called anxiously: "Shaolong"

Xiang Shaolong put down his wooden sword, and Wu Tingfang threw herself into his arms desperately, crying: "Shaolong, Shaolong"

Xiang Shaolong pointed his sword at the ground with one hand, and held the beauty in his arms with the other. The grief of Shu'er's tragic death surged in his heart, and his internal organs were all twisted into a ball, and he said sadly: "You know what happened to Shu'er."

Wu Tingfang nodded while sobbing, feeling sorry for him.

She raised her pretty face with pear blossoms and raindrops, looked at him with tears in her eyes and said: "Mr. Tao came to see my father to inquire about my eldest brother's doings. At that time, I blamed you for not coming to see him. But after hearing about Shu'er, he didn't

Dad Li's objections came immediately. Brother Shaolong has been locked up by Dad since yesterday morning and has absolutely nothing to do with this matter."

Xiang Shaolong nodded and said: "Don't worry, I already knew who the murderer was."

Wu Tingfang lowered his head and asked softly: "Do you doubt Lian Jin? Although he... is proud of his talent, he is very... Oh, it can't be him?" Xiang Shaolong sighed and said: "He is pursuing

You, of course, act like a gentleman in front of you, tell me, who led your eldest brother to Shu'er?"

Wu Tingfang was speechless, but it seemed that he still didn't believe that Lian Jin would commit such a crime.

There was a dry cough outside the door, and the two people hurriedly separated.

Tao Fang walked in and winked at Xiang Shaolong, indicating that he had something to say to him.

Xiang Shaolong said to Wu Tingfang: "Miss, why don't you go home first? I'll come to see you immediately after I finish a few things."

Wu Tingfang said anxiously: "There won't be many people waiting for you."

Tao Fang glanced at her in surprise, never expecting that this arrogant young lady would be so tame and obsessed with Xiang Shaolong.

Xiang Shaolong said helplessly: "Well, you can sit here for a while. Mr. Tao and I will go to the garden to have a few words and ask him to do something for me."

Wu Tingfang was unhappy when she saw that he and Tao Fang were not allowed to listen to each other, but after hearing the last sentence, she readily agreed.

The two came to the garden. Tao Fang had a heavy expression on his face. He pondered for a long time before saying, "Shaolong, do you know who is the real person with power in Handan?"

Xiang Shaolong said in astonishment: "Isn't he the king?"

Tao Fang looked around the quiet garden. Except for the samurai at the entrance, he was sure that there was no one around. Then he put his arm on his shoulder and whispered: "Of course he has the most power on the surface, but there is another person who can influence and control him.

This man is the true master of Zhao."

Xiang Shaolong frowned and said, "Who can influence the king?"

Tao Fang smiled bitterly and said, "Is he his man?"

Xiang Shaolong lost his voice and said: "What?"
To be continued...