I can practice every day for a year

Martial arts skills.

This opportunity is martial arts.

In addition to martial arts, martial arts also has cultivation methods.

If the path of martial arts is compared to a raging river, then the cultivation method is the ferry itself, and martial arts is the ability to sail.

Qi and blood realm method.

Chen Wan sighed lightly, but compared to martial arts, martial arts skills are the real core and more important.

When people go out, they may carry a martial arts secret book with them, but most likely they will not carry a martial arts secret book with them.

Even a self-righteous person like Zhao Heng would not be so stupid.

This is like a wealthy businessman who carries all his wealth with him wherever he goes. Where in the world can you find such a fool?

Opening the door, Chen Wan happened to see a muscular middle-aged man walking out of the room opposite, holding two white steamed buns in his hands.

He looked around, walked over, and handed Chen Wan a steamed bun: "Don't go out today. If it doesn't work, just find another job. You may not know that Zhao Heng was attacked by an assassin last night, and the Zhao family can't take care of him." You.”

"Following the drug dealer across the mountains will lead to a dead end. It's better to wait and see. Maybe there will be a glimmer of hope."

Chen Wan took the bun, looked at the man in front of him who was persuading him with sincerity, and forced a smile: "Uncle Zhou, don't worry, I know what you're doing."

"You have been more sensible than your peers since you were a child, and you are able to endure hardships. Think about this for yourself. My uncle can't help you with his words."

After saying that, the man turned around and walked out of the alley while munching on the steamed buns and carrying a basket on his back.

Zhou Fuwen, Aunt Wang's husband, is one of the many herbal collectors in Baiyun County. He has a little girl under ten years old at home, and his medicinal collection is just enough to support the family.

Over the years, when dealing with Chen Wan, a child who has lost his parents, he still chooses to help whenever he can.

Chen Wan knew very well that this was already the greatest kindness.

However, what Uncle Zhou just said made sense, so Chen Wan changed his mind and turned back to the house to close the door, treating it as a holiday for himself.

Zhao Mansion.

"Check! All the available people in the house have been mobilized. I want to know who the murderer is within three days!" The originally quiet study room was broken by the sharp voice of a gorgeously dressed woman.

Mrs. Zhao Sun Wei.

At this time, Sun Wei's face was extremely gloomy. She only had two sons in total, and her younger son died in an unknown manner. How could she not be angry, who was used to living a submissive life?

Outside the study, a total of three people were standing there, looking at each other with their eyes, nose and heart. When they heard this, they just nodded lightly, not daring to say yes or no.

Sun Wei is now over fifty years old, but she has taken good care of herself, so her appearance still has a bit of nobility and elegance.

Beside Sun Wei, an old man in his 60s who had never spoken a word was calm and expressionless, with no emotion on his face.

The head of the Zhao family, Zhao Chengyue.

"Master, please say something!" Sun Wei turned to look at the old man, about to cry.

Zhao Chengyue just glanced at his wife.

Sun Wei immediately pursed her lips, said nothing, and changed her previous arrogant attitude.

The more people know Zhao Chengyue, the clearer they are that the calmer he appears on the surface, the more turbulent his emotions are inside.

Anyone in the Zhao family who has some discernment will shut up at this time.

Zhao Chengyue spoke slowly: "The one who can make Heng'er unable to escape is at least a Qi and Blood Realm warrior, or a martial arts master who is proficient in assassination."

"Within half a month, the county, including everyone who came to Baiyun County during this period, must conduct a thorough investigation. Anyone who is suspicious must be 'invited' to me. I want to see it in person."

The three people outside the door responded in unison: "Yes!"

Zhao Chengyue said no more, rubbed his temples, and began to close his eyes to rest.

Just then, a homing pigeon came to his shoulder.

Zhao Chengyue took off the envelope, just glanced at it and quickly put it away. He turned to Sun Wei and said, "You go down first!"

Although Sun Wei didn't know what was going on, she still left without hesitation.

Soon, a Yamen officer came slowly with a sword hanging from his waist, but his expression was not good and he looked very unnatural.

Behind him, a tall and powerful figure as tall as a hill stood, wearing a large cloak that hid his appearance.

Zhao Chengyue, who had never changed his expression even when faced with the unexpected death of his son, suddenly changed his face. He stood up and greeted him with a smile: "Fourth Master wants to eat, just say hello and send it to him. Why do I need to go down the mountain in person?"

The tall man took off his hat, revealing his original appearance.

It turned out to be a huge tiger head.

A truly enlightened tiger monster!

"Nothing, just go down the mountain to relax." The tiger demon said with disdain.

"Fourth Master Hu, if we know what you are talking about, we will not go around the bush. After all, you don't like this either."

The Yamen officer stretched out his hands and said, "This time, Fourth Master said, I want ten dishes."

Zhao Chengyue's face froze slightly, but he soon returned to normal and nodded repeatedly: "That's natural. After all, the Fourth Master hasn't gone down the mountain for several months, so a good rub is enough to wash away the dust."

Then Zhao Chengyue took out a map and pointed to one of the secluded alleys: "The four households in the back add up to exactly ten dishes."

The Yamen officer wiped his mouth, gave a thumbs up and smiled: "It's really comfortable to talk to adults. It's not unreasonable to become an adult."

…

The night is dark.

Chen Wan sat on the bed and was lost in thought.

As he expected, the Zhao family made particularly big moves today, even his poor place was not spared, but of course nothing was found.

It's no wonder. In the eyes of others, he is just an ordinary person. Even if he has that idea, he doesn't have the ability and courage.

I heard that those outsiders are different. No matter what their identity is, they are all interrogated. As a result, many people are invited to the Zhao Mansion.

"Bang!"

A very loud collision sound came, interrupting Chen Wang's thoughts.

Immediately, he smelled an unusual smell, a demonic aura?

Chen Wang walked behind the door calmly.

But a thief's voice came from outside: "Zhou Fuwen, I advise you to surrender obediently. Anyway, you will die anyway. What's wrong with giving me your wife?"

Soon, Uncle Zhou's trembling voice came: "Son of a bitch! If you dare to take another step forward, I will not be polite!"

In the alley, Mr. Hu had a blank expression on his face, with only greed for food in his eyes: "Can you do it? I will give you at most a quarter of an hour. After a quarter of an hour, I will start eating."

The yamen runner turned around and smiled, then looked at the three people of the Zhou family again, with a cold face: "If it weren't for me, you would be dead now. Isn't it better to live a quarter of an hour longer?"

Wang Lian, who was standing behind Zhou Fuwen, held her daughter tightly in her arms, her face full of despair.

Although everyone knows that anyone in the county may be favored one day, only when it really happens to you can you truly feel the despair.

Seeing that the family did not answer, the yamen runner immediately drew his sword and walked towards Zhou Fuwen: "Then I can only kill you first."

"Squeak."

The door of the small shabby house opposite the Zhou family slowly opened, and a young man in plain clothes walked out with a kitchen knife in his hand.

"Back off."

Chen Wang had no expression on his face, gently raised the kitchen knife in his hand and pointed it at the yamen runner, saying calmly.