I am a serious scholar

Night!

It was quiet!

It was already twelve o'clock, and when the last villagers who helped left, only the yellow light remained.

The shed has not been demolished yet, and it will have to wait until tomorrow, after all, after a busy day, everyone is too tired.

Xie Wanqing is also, from the morning to now, basically has not closed his eyes.

She leaned on Zhao Yang, already a little drowsy.

As for Zhao Yang, he stared at his shadow.

There were also two cold dishes on the table, which were left by the master of the table that Zhao Yang called the roasting table.

The evenings in Qucun were cool, and it was even cooler when it rained overnight the day before.

Only fifteen degrees, for some southerners, it should be very comfortable.

But if you stay for a long time, you will definitely catch a cold.

In those grasses and trees, cicadas chirping frogs came, and from time to time you could see one or two fireflies.

When you look up, you can see the invisible galaxy in the city!

However, it is a bit of a pity that today is not fifteen, and there are still dark clouds crossing the border, and the crescent moon sometimes burrows into the clouds and sometimes runs out.

It can be seen that there is wind tonight, and the wind speed at high altitude is not low, so it seems that the moon is running fast.

Zhao Yang picked up the wine jug and poured some wine into the cup on the side.

Alcohol is commonly used in white affairs, and it is all moved from the other side of the street.

In fact, this kind of white thing in the countryside does not cost much, just like a stir-fry master, who has been busy all day, and only took 2,500 yuan.

As for the other dishes, they are basically people from the same village who help.

The wine was full, and Zhao Yang patted Xie Wanqing.

"Hmm!"

Her sleepy eyes were hazy, and the next moment she was startled: "I'm asleep!" Seeing

Zhao Yang give her a look, she immediately understood.

At a certain moment, Zhao Yang, who was originally sitting in the chair, suddenly got up, and then grabbed a flash towards the dark place where the light bulb could not shine.

"Get out!"

With this flick, a black figure appeared.

It hit the ground heavily, but the other party rolled on the spot and stood up again!

And when Zhao Yang saw what the other party was wearing, his face immediately sank.

"Night Wanderer!"

Zhao Yang had met Sun Bing of the Night Wandering God before, and the other party was wearing this kind of clothes.

Of course, there are still differences, such as that mask!

I don't know if he was recognized, or what, the man just glanced back at Zhao Yang, and then decisively ran towards the darkness again.

Zhao Yang was unhurried, walked to the place where the light was the brightest, and quietly watched the other party disappear.

At a certain moment, only a muffled snort was heard, and the man in black who had been about to disappear into the darkness flew out, and then slammed into the ground again.

Zhao Yang put his hands in his pockets and watched so quietly.

And the man in black couldn't do it once, so he set out again, changed his position again, and his figure fell into the darkness again.

But the next moment, just like last time, it flew back upside down.

It's like, where the light bulb can't shine, something dark and terrifying, throwing it back.

"Don't work in vain!"

Zhao Yang walked step by step, stopped three or five meters away from the man in black, and the next moment, his right hand was withdrawn from his pocket, and immediately after, he pinched a handprint!

At the same time, with Zhao Yang as the central point, streams of light shot out, winding and threading.

"Formation, Nine Palace Gossip!"

Although the man in black was wearing a mask, his tone was obviously mixed with shock.

"You're waiting for me!"

"That's right!" Zhao Yang stared at him condescendingly, and said with a flat face: "It's a pity that there is no reward!" The

mask man got up, was silent for a long time, and said, "Your father's affairs were not done by me!"

Zhao Yang looked calm, stared at him so closely, silent, but gave an answer.

Do you think, do I believe it?

The mask man seemed to know that the defense was useless, and also directly revealed his identity: "Night wandering god Huang Feng, I am acting on orders, you dare to stop me!"

"It doesn't matter what identity you are!" A little anger finally appeared on Zhao Yang's calm face: "The important thing is that my father is dead!" While

speaking, Zhao Yang decisively made a move!

Under the mask, Huang Feng's face changed greatly, he knew how powerful Zhao Yang was, but he never expected it to be so powerful.

At the moment Zhao Yang made a move, he quickly dodged, but the next moment, a strong spiritual pressure struck.

This kind of spiritual pressure is a wave surge, coupled with the blessing of the Nine Palace Bagua Array, there is no way to avoid it.

The next moment, he was forcibly pressed to the ground by this spiritual pressure, and no matter how much he struggled, he could not move.

And immediately after, there was punch after punch.

"Zhao Yang!"

Xie Wanqing was afraid of causing trouble to Zhao Yang, so she kept sitting at the table without moving, and even when Huang Feng came out, she just trembled.

But at this moment, seeing Zhao Yang punching Huang Feng, she knew that Zhao Yang, who had been suppressed for two days, finally vented at this moment.

Just....

That Huang Feng had already been beaten, and she hurriedly came over to stop it.

Zhao Yang finally stopped, pinched a spell, and the simple Nine Palace Bagua Array disappeared, and then took off the mask on his face.

It was a young man, three points handsome, of course, if not for a blue nose and a swollen face.

"I killed you!"

Huang Feng roared viciously.

But what greeted him was Zhao Yang's fist.

After being punched a few more times, Huang Feng finally behaved.

Xie Wanqing said, "What now?"

Zhao Yang said, "God!

Xie Wanqing opened her mouth, knowing that this matter had just begun, but she did not persuade.

She didn't know about things like the Night Wandering God, but the fact was that Zhao Yang's father was gone.

When a son's, it is natural to understand clearly.

"Don't struggle, I sealed all the holes in your body!" Throwing people into the car, Zhao Yang said lightly: "Don't have other thoughts, it's quite simple for me to waste a person!"

Huang Feng stared at Zhao Yang viciously, but at the moment he was only angry.

Zhao Yang asked Xie Wanqing to drive first, and then found Xu Zhijie's WeChat, transferred 50,000 yuan to the other party, and asked him to help clean up the stalls in the village.

Immediately afterwards, another deposit was issued.

"I'm going to build a road for the village, pay 50 million, you help me run!"

After sending WeChat, Zhao Yang focused his attention on Huang Feng and said, "Say it!" "

Say what?"

"What do you say?"

Suddenly turned to stare at Zhao Yang, Huang Feng was startled, so that his body trembled.

After reacting, he only felt that humiliation was not easy, but under the eaves, how could he not bow his head.

With the last trace of dignity, he was unwilling: "Why don't you ask before fighting!"

"I like it, is there a problem?"

Being stared at by those eyes again, Huang Feng's heart twitched, and he quickly avoided his eyes.

For a long time, he said, "A few days ago, I received a task to come and explore the Xiqi Spirit Platform!"

"Wait!"

Zhao Yang interrupted Huang Feng's words, stared at him, and said, "Are you talking about King Wen's Spiritual Platform?"

Huang Feng nodded a little reluctantly and said, "That's right! "