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Cheng Jinzhou did not rush straight into the front hall. He was just a 13-year-old third-generation son. No matter how annoying Cheng Bingxun was, he was the legitimate son of Long Zizhi after all. There was a generation gap between the two, so it was useless to go in.

With this thought in mind, Xiao Cheng simply slid to the wall and stood still, listening carefully to the noise inside. After a while, he understood everything.

In fact, there is nothing to put it bluntly. Cheng's father needs to take care of things now, Cheng Jinzhou also needs some silver to go to Beijing, and Cheng's mother wants to sell some antiques at home. Cheng Bingxun got the news from somewhere and rushed over, saying that those antiques were owned by the public and could not be sold by the third house, hoping to get a share of the pie. As for which of those things belonged to the public and which belonged to Sanfang himself, it was not clear.

The so-called wall is pushed down by everyone, but outsiders dare not push against the Cheng family's wall. People like Cheng Bingxun want to make a fortune from the third house. There are inevitably stories of past grudges, past jealousies, past respect, etc.

If he was just clamoring for money, Cheng Jinzhou wouldn't be so angry. Cheng Bingxun and others brought more than a dozen strong family members, and they put on a show of robbery, which was the annoying thing. The front hall is narrow and cannot be chopped with knives or axes. Meng Dameng Er may not be able to easily capture more than a dozen people. If there is a real fight, it will not only be an ugly problem, but also may have a serious impact on Cheng Yun'an's already fragile politics. Life dealt a heavy blow - Cheng's father was a disciple of ethics who was born in the imperial examination. It was known to outsiders that they were brothers (cousins), so he was bound to be impeached.

Just for some spare money, regardless of the huge consequences it may cause to Cheng Yun'an and even the Cheng family, Cheng Bingxun's selfishness can be seen. Cheng Jinzhou hid in the corner and gritted his teeth, resisting the urge to rush in and kill people.

Until Shi Yan came with Xiang Xin.

At this time, the commotion in the front hall was out of control.

Cheng Bingxun was well prepared, and relying on the strength of the crowd, he took the lead in grabbing the antiques that Cheng's mother had packed into boxes. After realizing that the process went smoothly, he immediately had other thoughts. He looked around and shouted: "Give me all the calligraphy and paintings on the wall." Take it off, it's Yu Xiyi's original work, don't let them exchange it for bad money."

One of his cronies moved the bench and climbed up. Cheng's father immediately became furious and yelled: "Cheng Bingxun, how dare you!"

"Why don't I dare." Cheng Bingxun said glibly. Not to mention in the Cheng family, he was also the best in the Great Xia Dynasty.

Seeing that the other servant was about to take off the painting, Cheng Yun'an even yelled: "Shameless, shameless!"

He has loved etiquette all his life, but he has a preference for calligraphy and painting. The few authentic paintings he collected are even more beloved. How can he be robbed like this now, especially when the other person is a brother of his own family, and he is almost filled with resentment.

Cheng Jinzhou grinded his teeth and pulled Xiang Xin over: "I want you to do a favor and keep it secret. Are you willing to do it?"

Xiang Xin was startled by Cheng Jinzhou's blood-red eyes and said hesitantly, "You said it."

Regardless of whether she agreed or not, Cheng Jinzhou glared and said, "Do you have a way to deal with them without killing people? Don't make too much noise."

If Meng Dameng Er were to take action, he might be able to drive them away, but if the fighting inside the house became known, Cheng's father's future would be very bad, and killing people would be even more undesirable.

"I can create fireballs and so on." Xiang Xin blinked. She didn't know Cheng Jinzhou's dilemma, so she said to herself: "If I control it and seriously injure a few, they will retreat, or will I step in and drive them away? "

"No." Cheng Jinzhou shook his head. The Star Warlock himself had made enough noise, and he had to be careful that Cheng Bingxun came just to cause trouble. Afterwards, he would publicize it again, and it was still bad.

The calligraphy and paintings in front of the hall have been taken down. Cheng Yun'an stood in the hall bitterly, closing his eyes and saying nothing. Cheng Jinzhou looked at it with heart palpitations and thought hard: "Do you have a way to create anesthetic gas? Let them all faint."

"Wang Ling Hexing Warlock's star array might be able to do it." Xiang Xin looked inside carefully, the lower part of his neck glowing slightly.

"What about electricity?"

Xiang Xin still shook his head.

Cheng Bingxun's proud laughter could be heard in the distance, and the servants who had run away gradually began to approach again. Everyone was obviously very interested in the internal conflicts of the Cheng family. Although they were not allowed to watch because of the rules, they were not interested at all. reduce.

Seeing that he couldn't delay it any longer and Cheng Bingxun seemed to be deliberately making a fuss, Cheng Jinzhou whispered: "Xiang Xin, have you ever tried to burn away the surrounding air with fire?"

"Air?" The math skills of the Star Warlocks are pretty good, but they are even weaker in other aspects.

"It's the wind." Cheng Jinzhou explained generally.

Xiang Xin asked in confusion: "What's the use? How to do it?"

She still believed in Cheng Jinzhou.

"It's around the house and at the vents. Let the fireballs keep burning. It's best not to be discovered." Cheng Jinzhou was shorter than Xiang Xin. He raised his head and said with difficulty: "The fire will absorb a substance in the wind. Burn it, make it impossible to breathe, suffocate.”

Xiang Xin was shocked and didn't care to ask what the substance was. He said first, "Your parents are still inside."

"It's just dizziness, nothing will happen." Cheng Jinzhou opened a small eye on the window and said, "Can you set fire to all the surroundings at the same time?"

Liu Kuang has great research in low temperature, but the apprentice he taught likes to create high temperatures. In addition to being interesting, it also shows that the fourth-level star warlock has a great demeanor.

Xiang Xin said confidently: "It's a bit difficult. I understand what you mean. Let the flames burn around the house without igniting the house and without being discovered."

Cheng Jinzhou hesitated for a moment and said, "It's a bit troublesome."

His method is similar to the principle of suffocation caused by fire, but without smoke, the effect will be much worse.

"It's okay. I used white flames. It's hard to be spotted in this weather. I started." She said and started to activate the star array.

Cheng Jinzhou quickly pulled Meng Da and Meng Er over, and also whispered: "When the people inside can't breathe smoothly, rush in. Meng Da, please be careful to pull my parents out first, or break open a wall and drag them away." Come out, Meng Er, you are responsible for beating people, you must keep everyone behind, no one can die, no nobles can be seriously injured. Can you do it?"

Meng Dameng Er nodded heavily, very much like a modern soldier. Each of them found an iron rod about a foot long, which would definitely hurt someone if they hit it.

The blue fluorescence on Xiang Xin's shoulders and neck connected together, and blue-white flames suddenly surrounded the roof beams like long tongues, and the hunting wind sounded like flags in the canyon.

The high temperature of the flames quickly turned the edges of the house black, and the wormwood that had not been removed near the courtyard instantly lost moisture and curled up. Cheng Jinzhou had to cover his face with his sleeves, feeling as if his silk clothes were burning.

He completely forgot that the temperature of the white flame is as high as 1500 degrees, while the common orange-red flame is only about 1000 degrees. The difference is basically the difference between frying a steak and grilling a steak.

Everyone standing outside was extremely hot, but Xiang Xin remained motionless, not even one of his eyelashes fell off. He was controlling the flames to swirl around the room, and only a single bead of sweat gathered on the tip of his nose.

At the beginning, people on the outside of the room wanted to rush out, but were burned back before they could step through the door. After thirty or forty seconds, no one had the physical strength to do so. Carbon monoxide would also be produced while burning. The most common poisonous gas.

Cheng Jinzhou grabbed the time and suddenly shouted: "That's enough."

Meng Dameng Er didn't wait for the flames to disappear, covered his face with his arms, and bumped inward without thinking. Fortunately, Xiang Xin's star formation closed quickly, otherwise the consequences would be disastrous.

In the room, passive hypoxia and active intake of carbon monoxide and carbon dioxide caused nearly twenty people to stagger around. Those in better physical condition could still support the ground with their hands, but they had basically lost their ability to move.

Meng Er punched and kicked several people who were somewhat conscious and knocked them to the ground. His movements were precise, and those who were hit were in so much pain that they couldn't make a sound. Their whole bodies curled up, and they had no ability to resist at all.

Meng Da first threw Cheng Yun'an out of the house, and then pulled Cheng's mother out through her sleeves. The protection between men and women in the Great Xia Dynasty was not strict, so he did a good job.

Cheng Jinzhou followed closely behind, punching and kicking Cheng Bingxun in the waist and abdomen. Unfortunately, as soon as the latter woke up, he was rolling on the ground in pain, and hissed in his throat - Xiao Cheng was in poor health. But intellectual Cheng Bingxun's physical condition is not much better.

"Tie up all this rubbish and take it to the car." Cheng Jinzhou squinted his eyes and said to Shi Yan, who had just arrived, "You stay here to take care of my parents. Where is Shi Mo?"

"Waiting outside."

Cheng Jinzhou lifted his legs and left. A group of people behind him were violently tied up by Meng Da Meng Er. Their mouths were stuffed with unidentified clothing materials, and they whined with fear.

In a moment, two carriages drove straight into the front hall of the small courtyard. Although there were many curious servants outside, they had no idea what was going on inside. There were many rules in the big house. Even the housekeeper was not allowed to communicate and could not enter or leave the courtyard gate of the third room at will. Besides, he would never go into Cheng Bingxun's muddy waters.

Meng Dameng Er packed a dozen people into the carriage like loading and unloading packages, and left without stopping. While Cheng Jinzhou was twirling Cheng Bingxun's toes with his feet, he ordered Shimo: "Find someone to shovel all the grass in the yard, clean the doorposts and walls with black ash, and then apply white ash on them. Before the afternoon We have to do it well. In addition, ask someone to find Chen Jie and ask him to bring his trusted people to Yulanfang, preferably not from the Cheng family. "

Chen Jie was the person who described the steam engine that day. He secretly joined the Holy Cult and was not popular with others, so he somewhat expected Cheng Jinzhou to find a way out for him. The Holy Cult has a close relationship with the Star Warlock, and they have some contact with each other.

Shi Mo's little face twitched nervously, trying hard to remember, and kept moving his head up and down.

Xiang Xin, who had experienced all the events, only felt excited. She had never experienced a fight between aristocratic families, and it was worse than Cheng Jinzhou. She said with interest: "What is Magnolia Square?"

"The brothel is one of the eight major alleys in Shaonan City." Cheng Jinzhou muttered, "I want to make Cheng Bingxun's family suffer."

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