"Ding Xiu only has one old wife, who has a son and a daughter. The couple is harmonious on the surface, but in fact they have a room outside. They go to the west of the city for private meetings every thirteenth month..."

"Ding's house is six times in and three rooms in the study. Ding Xiu stays in Study No. 3 every day, and no one is allowed to approach him."

"The three of his apprentices are all in the Intermediate Court, the three patrol servants' locations, time...

In the shadows, Sikongxing walked slowly, as if he was getting up at night and went to the cottage, but his thoughts quickly turned around.

He has long been familiar with this set of theft process when he was scouting the site, intelligence, surveying the terrain, and looking for opportunities. He has long planned a complete plan when he was dormant in Ding's house these days.

It was dark and there was no moon in the night. Sikongxing came to the No. 3 study room, avoided the patrol servants, knocked over several evil dogs, quietly approached, broke the door bolt, and entered the study room.

The room was very dark, but Sikongxing was not affected at all. He glanced at it and found the dark lattice. Without much effort, he had already held a wooden box in his hand.

"I have been a groom these days, and it is natural to get some wages. And that old thing Ding Xiu will slap me..."

He touched the wooden box Sikongxing casually and endured the idea of ​​leaving a name, and felt a little thrill of revenge.

There are tens of millions of households in Hengshan City. With his disguise and disguise, he is not afraid of the court's pursuit at all, but is afraid of those who are also good at stealing and tracking, and happen to run into him.

When he closed the door, he was about to retreat from the planned route when he suddenly heard a loud shout from the front yard, his heart trembled, and he rushed up to the wall without thinking, and found a direction and then rushed over.

His speed was very fast, and there was no sound of wind, and he had already rushed far away after several ups and downs.

"There are thieves!"

The exclamations in the front yard spread rapidly, and Sikongxing was dormant in the shadows. He heard the sound of breaking through the air from behind. He sneered in his heart, but he had already arrived at another yard.

"This one looks quite wealthy."

After avoiding vigilantly for a while, Si Kongxing was also looking at the house. This was his subconscious habit. When he saw it, his heart couldn't help but move.

"Not having any trouble..."

Resisting the urge to make another vote, Sikongxing was about to retreat when he heard a low and shrill scream. Then, a large area of ​​torches lit up in the front and back yards:

"Don't leave that tyrant!

“?!”

Sikongxing, who also thought that someone had entered the house to pick flowers and kill people, was about to leave, and when he heard loud shouts from all directions, his face suddenly changed.

‘Which beast is framed by grandpa?!

Sikongxing was furious and realized something was wrong. The people in this yard reacted too quickly. No matter how elite servants were, the guards would not have such power to move.

Unless it is...

"ambush!"

He rushed up and avoided the arrow that shot through the rockery and walls, and penetrated into the ground. Sikongxing felt cold in his heart, screamed strangely, and fled:

"Ding Xiu?!"

Huh ~

In the night, the wind roared, torches swayed, and figures rose from all directions, and many archers were hiding in secret. Even though Sikongxing had excellent light skills, he was forced to be embarrassed for a while.

"Don't leave that tyrant!

"Enter your mother!"

Sikongxing almost vomited blood, knowing that he was framed and took the blame again:

"I have no different colors in my life, you traitor, your mother, Ding Xiu...ah!"

Korea!

The arrows broke through the sky and sank into the ground with blood.

On a house eaves, Ding Xiu slowly lowered his longbow and left and right:

"Forcing him to go to the north of the city is more disturbing. Zhongli wants to catch the thief, so let him catch him!"

"yes!"

Several masters from the martial arts hall bowed and left.

"Let him go?"

On the other side of the eaves, Zhu Chongying played with the Sanfoot Sword: "Zhongli Luan is not easy to fool, he may not believe it."

"Otherwise, what can I do?"

Ding Xiu's face was as deep as water: "If you don't believe in the court, can you believe in a thief?"

“I always think this is a troublesome thing, and...

Zhu Chongying gave him a look: "Jin Zhufeng is coming soon."

"Jingping Si can't take care of Zhenwutang, so what if Jin Zhufeng dares to provoke that marquis? He will have to take care of him!"

Ding Xiu sneered, only each other could hear the voice:

"The loss of the Yunxiang Cauldron is not good for Ouyang Ying to guard the situation. At most, we will be scolded, but if someone finds the head of the marquis...

"Maybe you're right."

Zhu Chongying looked towards Zhenwutang and sighed in his heart:

"How did the prince accept this disciple...

"Only God knows."

Ding Xiumu had a face, but when he thought of that face, he felt a little upset.

"Let's go, you have to do it."

Zhu Chongying put away his long sword, and the two of them led more than a dozen people one after another, and chased after him in a grand manner.

......

"call!"

In the courtyard, under the old tree, Yan Chunyang sat cross-legged. His naked body was filled with silver light flowing like water, but in the end he still dispersed.

Wow~

His pores were spreading, and his sweat mixed with blood and energy spread, covering the entire yard.

Seeing this scene, the two old servants serving in the yard were so arrogant that they didn't dare to show off.

"It's still not possible."

Yan Chunyang, who had experienced another blood change, looked a little pale and his eyes were red:

"Why can't it still work?!"

"Marty, the Qianyin ceremony is almost the same, why not wait a moment?"

An old servant bowed and said, "Even if there is a elixir to replenish it, blood exchange will eventually be a harmful thing."

"Can the Qianyin ceremony really help me change blood?"

Turning the beads in his palm, Yan Chunyang took a deep breath, and after a few pills were eaten, his face quickly recovered.

"The master of Thousand Yin Dharma can do everything...

"Shut up!"

He glanced at the old servant in disgust: "Don't swear loudly in front of me. If it doesn't work, I will demolish your Thousand Yin Dharma Lord's temple!"

"Mr....

The old servant's face changed, and suddenly, he seemed to notice something. He turned around suddenly and fell to the ground with a thud.

"Um?"

Yan Chunyang looked up.

But in the shadows, a feminine young man wearing a black robe and pale face walked out slowly:

"Yan Chunyang, when you were born, the Master of the Dharma also sent blessings. Do you have no respect for the Master of the Dharma?"

"Dharmayin boy?"

He glanced at the two old servants kneeling on the ground and their heads were close to the ground. Yan Chunyang's eyebrows were filled with evil spirits:

"What are you, dare to call me the name of this marquis directly?"

Stop ~

As the two of them collided with their energy, the ground in the yard suddenly cracked, and large bluestone bricks cracked.

Buzz ~

The beads in Yan Chunyang's palm trembled, and a shadow appeared, blocking the two of them.

"Shadow Heart?"

Seeing the person who seemed to be transformed by fog, the feminine young man snorted coldly and dissipated his breath.

"Don't blame Brother Fayin."

Yingxin shook her head, looked at Yan Chunyang, and frowned: "Mr. Marquis?"
To be continued...