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The night had gradually turned dark, and the noise gradually quieted down. Leng Qing gently opened the bedroom door and quietly entered the yard. The night in the small courtyard was quiet. No one could hear a sound around them.

In the past, when Old Lord Leng was sleeping, Leng Qing would always slip out of the room and count the stars in the sky when it was quiet.

At that time, he felt that the sky was filled with sparkling and translucent little silver beads. It was a fantasy and it was so beautiful that it filled people with endless daydreams.

Right now, Leng Qing was also silently counting the stars in the sky. There were no illusions, no fantasies …

In just a few short days, too many things had happened. He had been a poor boy who had been at the bottom of the market, but then he had pushed open the door of Pan's Hezhen pharmacy, and everything had changed.

His father's bizarre death, the lewd and evil ingrate, the ugly Murong Duo, the old deity Pan He Ji, the majestic and prideful Di Qing, the kind-looking Ling Qiu grandmaster, the awe-inspiring and righteous Nangong He, and the angered Tie Qingyi. All of these things happened too fast for Leng Qing to be able to do anything in this quiet little courtyard.

The tall buildings in the distance of the street were still laughing and singing, and the sparse lights in the city were bright and dark, like the eyes of a dying old man looking back at the ancient purple and the red and the endless attachment.

Confusion and helplessness were like the darkness of the night, causing one to be unable to differentiate between north, south, east and west. Leng Qing stood dumbly in the heart of the court, feeling lost.

It was late in the night, and a full moon was hanging at an angle. A warm breeze blew gently across the cold cheeks and hair, blowing into the window of the eastern room of the small courtyard.

The unfettered child quietly stood by the window, quietly staring at the cold green in the courtyard. All these years, his martial arts had already reached the peak of perfection and he had already entered the transformation realm. There were very few things in the world that could move his heart, but tonight, his heart surged like a raging tide.

Pan Liangzhu, a free and unrestrained son, had written a poem about himself, "Song Yin": "Gao Yin sees peace, he has no shame and no achievement in his old age. Any stem white, the poem must be clear. He searched the vast ocean for clues, but was afraid of ghosts and gods. "Other than that, everything in the human world is lighter." Apart from his martial arts cultivation, he was also very proud of his poetry.

In the past, he had roamed the Jianghu in Guizhou and met Kou Jing, who was of weak age. He was known for his wild personality, and although he was arrogant, he was extremely fond of Kou Ying's peerless talent.

Kou must have been a small county that year. Later, Kou Zuozheng rose to the top, living in the temple, he was far away from the Jianghu, but the relationship between the two of them did not become estranged, on the contrary, it became more and more tenacious.

In the past, he had protected the safety of the True Sect Emperor during the Stillwater Prefecture battle, thus establishing a special relationship with the True Sect Emperor.

Because of this special status, the True Sect's emperor was ordered to take the secret edict out of the capital to counterbalance the Empress's, Lady Liu. Because of this special status, he was able to pry into many of the secrets of the palace.

When he first saw the eight small words on the inner wall of the Skypiercing Rhino, his heart skipped a beat and he immediately thought of a rumor he had heard back in the palace.

In the past, when the Zhen Zong emperor returned to the imperial court, he was lucky to meet a peerless woman on his way and was accepted as a noble by the imperial palace. However, a few years later, that noble disappeared.

Later, Yunzi learned from a guard named Gao Jian that the noble had been secretly assassinated by the Liu family because he was pregnant with a dragon.

In the afternoon, the carefree guy asked Leng Qing in detail about the current situation of her life. He wanted to deduce some clues from the information he had gathered so as to confirm his suspicions.

It was a pity that apart from his tears over the demise of his family, there was also the knowledge that he was thirteen years old this year. Apart from this, there was no other valuable clue.

The Skypalace Rhinoceros Belt was definitely something left behind by the true sect's emperor. How could it appear in Leng Qing's hands?

Free and Unrestrained Child took a deep breath, "Is this child born in poverty really the pride of the royal bloodline?"

Just as he was deep in thought, he suddenly heard a few very faint voices. The sound was so soft that it sounded like a leopard cat slipping through the roof tiles. Normal people wouldn't be able to detect it.

Since the Qiangjia Gang dared to reveal the rhinoceros belt to the public, they naturally prevented outsiders from coveting it. Thus, they had arranged a group of experts to stand guard around.

The newcomers were able to avoid the countless people quietly sneaking in under the moonlight. It was obvious that they were skilled in lightness.

The small courtyard in which the Free and Unrestrained Child and Leng Qing resided was at the back of the division, on the right side of the wing, and behind it was the inner hall where the Tong Family's families lived. Judging from the sound, the night visitor was probably lurking in a row of rooms in the courtyard.

After about the time it took to brew a cup of tea, Leng Qing suddenly felt a chill invading her body. It was the poisonous strength of the Frozen Ice Palms within her body.

The night visitor on the roof was quite calm and did not make a sound.

The person who came was not only extremely skilled in lightness, but also had a very deep inner strength. If it were not for the fact that he was an expert in cultivation, it would be hard to tell him apart.

Suddenly, a thought flashed through the unrestrained child's mind as he asked, "That kid Tie Qingyi is living in the side room of the courtyard. With his skills, he actually didn't notice that someone was walking around at night. Could it be that he's really drunk?"

Just as he was thinking about it, Tie Qingyi's drunken voice could be heard coming from the courtyard: "F * ck your grandmother, did the poor family raise a cat?" On the roof, I'm panting and gasping for air. Still not letting me sleep! "

The carefree man smiled. This night walker had bad luck and was lying on the roof of Tie Qingyi's room.

Tie Qingyi's voice had reached all the way to the back of the courtyard, and everyone in the courtyard had heard him. The disciples who were hiding in the dark were stunned for a moment before they immediately realized that someone had infiltrated. Three figures flashed in the dark and rushed up to the roof with a 'whoosh whoosh' sound.

At the same time, just as the three figures were about to stand firm, the sound of clothes tearing through the air could be heard and several more figures flew in from outside the wall.

These people's qinggong were not that good. Before they even landed on the ground, they were discovered by the security guards of the Qiong family. Several people immediately came out from the shadows and shouted: "Which scoundrel dares to barge into the Qiong family's gang!"

In the midst of his words, there was a clanging sound. The troops from both sides had already clashed. Flames flashed, and the disciples of the Qian Family lit torches.

The moment the torches lit up, the night walker's body slid down the roof like a snake. When he reached the edge of the roof, he reached his hands out and opened the window, and without hesitation, he turned around and slipped into Tie Qingyi's room.

These series of movements were as fast as lightning. When the disciples of the Qiong Clan who had rushed onto the roof finally regained their footing and were able to take a look around by the light of the fire, how could there be anyone left on the roof?

Looking at the courtyard again, the two of them were battling back and forth. A fat merchant in brocade clothes was waving a pair of judge's pens in his hands. It was the poor family who helped Luoyang division leader Tong Buba.

The other party was a black-clothed old man, and his stature was tall and big. The sound of the wind blowing could also be heard. The wind from the saber danced in his hand, but he was still unable to resist the pressure of the judge's pen as he kept backing away.

There were three masked men in black standing behind the old man. They looked at each other and slowly backed away.

Under the firelight, they could see shadows in the shadows all around the courtyard. They were disciples of the Qiong Clan, and the three of them knew that as long as they helped, there would be disciples of the Qiong Clan who would immediately come out and receive their attacks. Therefore, even though the old man was obviously unable to fend them off, no one dared to act rashly.

Although Tong Buba had not used his martial arts for many years, his martial arts had never stopped. He fought to the point where he could no longer hold back. He suddenly let out a long roar, and with a move of "Shuishui", the judge's brush transformed into two beams of cold light, one on the chest of the old man, and the other on his lower body.

With a clang, the old man's single blade cut straight into the shady judge's pen, following the momentum of the single blade to block the stroke in front of his chest.

Tong Bu Ba suddenly shouted, "Here!" The judge's pen slipped out of his hand and the old man's slash swept through the air. He cursed inwardly as the judge's pen struck his chest with a "sou" sound.

The old man twisted his waist, gathered all of his power, and slid three feet away. The old man felt a sharp pain on his right arm, and the judge's pen flew across his arm, leaving a trail of blood. The remaining momentum did not stop as he suddenly turned around and stabbed the old man in the back. The handle of the pen was connected to a fine steel chain that was as thick as a finger.

Tong Buba practiced diligently every day. The difference between controlling a judge's pen with iron chains and directly attacking an enemy with a judge's pen was extremely great. The old man was currently exhausted, and it was difficult for him to avoid this stroke of luck.

With life and death at the forefront, the three people behind him no longer had any scruples. With a shout, they drew their weapons and charged forward.