Before we knew it, it had darkened. Many shops on the streets of Huizhou city were closed, while some restaurants and inns hung up strings of red lanterns to guide people who wanted to eat and stay in the hotel in the wind and snow.
The snow on the street was already above the surface of his shoes. Yan Liqiang walked in Huizhou city, stepping on the snow according to his memory. The "Han Empire Times" had a distribution point in Huizhou city. The person in charge of the newspaper stationed in Huizhou city was a very down-to-earth person. He was a brother of Xu Enda, and his surname was Wang. Yan Liqiang was worried about Fang Beidou and others, so he wanted to come to the distribution point to find someone to find out about Fang Beidou and others' current situation.
When Yan Liqiang arrived at the newspaper distribution point, the two-story building was already closed and there was no one in sight. Yan Liqiang frowned. According to the newspaper's rules, the distribution points in cities around the capital closed at 11:00 p.m. at night. It was only 11:00 p.m. now, so why was there no one at this distribution point
He walked to the door, knocked on it with the doorknob, and called out…
“Pah pah pah… Is there anyone inside?”
Yan Liqiang called out twice, but no one responded from the newspaper distribution point. Instead, the curtain of a tailor shop next door was lifted, and an old man with a tape measure around his neck, gloves on, and a pair of scissors in his hands, with a head full of white hair, stuck his head out and looked at Yan Liqiang. "Young man, it's dark now, and the newspaper distribution point has been closed for a long time. If you want to find someone, you have to wait until tomorrow. As soon as the sun rises, this place will be open..."
Yan Liqiang walked to the door of the tailor shop next door and asked politely, "Uncle, may I ask, does the newspaper distribution point close so early? I remember it closed at midnight, right?"
The old man took advantage of the light in the store to carefully examine Yan Liqiang from head to toe. He found that Yan Liqiang had a handsome face, spoke kindly, and wore decent clothes. He did not look like a bad person. He patiently said, "The hour of Hai was in the past. Now the distribution point of this newspaper closes at dark..."
"What about Shopkeeper Wang here?"
"Shopkeeper Wang? You also know Shopkeeper Wang..."
"Yes, we have known each other for many years. I remember he was still here the last time I saw him..."
"I heard that Shopkeeper Wang was summoned to the Imperial Capital a few months ago, and he hasn't come back since. I don't know what's happening to him. This distribution point has a new shopkeeper, whose surname is Cao. He's not as friendly and easy to talk to as Shopkeeper Wang..." The old tailor said, shaking his head helplessly, "When Shopkeeper Wang was here, I could take out the cloth in my shop and dry it in the sun when the weather was fine. But when the new shopkeeper came, he said that the cloth drying pole could not extend past the corner of the wall, affecting his business. Not even half an inch is allowed. It's really infuriating..."
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Leaving the distribution point, Yan Liqiang's face was as gloomy as water. Something must have happened to the newspaper, but he couldn't figure out why it happened. Logically speaking, the situation in Imperial Capital City is now completely controlled by His Majesty the Emperor and Sun Bingchen. The newspaper is under the control of Eunuch Liu. His Majesty the Emperor and Sun Bingchen also know the relationship between Fang Beidou and others and themselves. Nothing happened to the newspaper when Lin Qingtian was in Imperial Capital City, so why is it happening now? Logically speaking, it shouldn't be...
Yan Liqiang didn't have any acquaintances in Huizhou City who could help him get the news and inside information from the newspaper. After thinking about it, Yan Liqiang decided to stay in Huizhou City patiently for a day and set off for Dijing City early tomorrow morning. When he arrived in Dijing City, everything would be clear.
Thinking of this, Yan Liqiang walked in Huizhou City for a while and found an inconspicuous inn to stay.
…
In the middle of the night, Yan Liqiang, who was sleeping on the bed in the inn, suddenly opened his eyes and frowned. With his level of cultivation, even when he was asleep, his body was extremely alert. Just for a moment, he felt that someone was flying quickly over the roof where he lived. The sound of clothes scratching the air, although small, did not escape Yan Liqiang's ears.
Yan Liqiang glanced out the window. It was freezing cold outside, with a howling wind and pitch black. This was the prime time for Jianghu figures and masters to move around at night...
I heard from An Shidao that many underworld figures have come to the capital to fish in troubled waters. It seems to be true. Before a place undergoes a major change or chaos, underworld figures who smell the scent will flock to it like sharks smelling blood, looking for opportunities to make a fortune or become famous. For example, in this small inn where Yan Liqiang lives, when he came in to eat in the canteen earlier, he saw two rangers living in the inn, and several other guests who were all carrying swords and were big and strong, not good people...
Yan Liqiang continued to sleep with his eyes closed, lying on the bed without moving, because judging from the level of Qinggong practice of the person who just passed over his roof, he was between a martial artist and a great martial artist. These people were like small animals that came out to look for food at night, and Yan Liqiang had no interest in following these people to see what they were doing.
Yan Liqiang had only slept for less than seven or eight minutes when he heard a very subtle noise on the roof. Two extremely fast sounds of breaking through the air came from a distance, and then landed on the eaves of a room next to the room where Yan Liqiang lived, and stayed there for a short while...
"How is it? Any news..."
"I just received news that they are at the City God Temple next to Yuhua Pavilion in the east of the city. The Ghost King's men have already gone there..."
"Go, don't let them run away..."
The two people on the roof spoke in very low voices, both suppressing their voices, but they probably never dreamed that right below their feet, in this inconspicuous little inn, there was actually a great master like Yan Liqiang who had advanced to the Martial Sect level. After practicing the Yi Jin Xi Sui Jing for so many years, the sensitivity of Yan Liqiang's five senses had already exceeded the imagination of normal people, and was countless times stronger than that of a normal master at the Martial Sect level. Take his hearing for example, as long as he concentrated, he could hear the sound of flowers blooming within twenty feet, not to mention what someone was saying on the roof next to him.
Yan Liqiang, who had kept his eyes closed, suddenly opened his eyes with a gleam of light in his eyes. Among the four great guardians of the White Lotus Sect, there was one whose nickname was Ghost King!
As soon as the sound of breaking air beside his ears disappeared, he rolled over from the bed, quickly put on his clothes, thought for a moment, took out a black hood from his bag and covered his face, leaving only a pair of eyes exposed. Then he picked up the sword beside him, gently pushed the window of the room, and the whole person flipped out like a wisp of smoke, and arrived on the roof in the blink of an eye.
Two hundred meters away, two black spots were flying across the rooftops. Yan Liqiang took a quick look and quickly followed them...
(End of this chapter)