Chapter 67 The conspiracy returns

Chongjiafang.

Zhou family.

In the past few days, the Zhou family has been full of white people, immersed in sadness.

Zhou Yun, the future leader of the family who was cultivated by the entire Zhou family, is alive and dead!

It was only because of the heavy snowfall for days that the funeral was postponed.

Outside the Zhou family's residence, people were constantly coming in and out, and there was a constant stream of guests.

The Zhou family is not considered a big family in the entire capital, but its ancestors once followed Taizu to conquer the world.

It has been prosperous and ruined, the family has experienced ups and downs, and has experienced many prosperity and decline.

Although it is not as good as those aristocratic families that have been passed down for hundreds or even thousands of years, it can still be considered to have some foundation.

But with the death of Zhou Yunsheng, the Zhou family was destined to decline.

Because this generation of the Zhou family is in decline, the only one who can take action is Zhou Yunsheng. Most of the other children are playboys.

A carriage stopped outside the gate of Zhou's house, and a person slowly stepped out of the carriage.

A welcoming servant at the door immediately shouted: "Jin Yiwei, Zhao Qianhu is here!"

Zhao Jingzhong stepped into the mourning hall, and guests around him greeted him one after another.

On both sides of the mourning hall, Zhou Yunsheng's wife and children were kneeling, and the five-year-old child was pressed and kowtowed in return by the woman next to him.

Zhao Jingzhong burned a stick of incense and glanced at the woman in mourning clothes beside him, a strange color flashed in his eyes.

An old man on the side hurriedly came forward and said respectfully: "Old Zhou Pingli, I have met the masters of Qianhu."

The old man was wearing simple black clothes. He looked much older, with a deep tiredness in his expression.

Zhao Jingzhong looked away, sighed softly, and said comfortingly: "Clan Chief Zhou, my condolences."

"Everything in the world is unpredictable. Yun Sheng was once my most capable subordinate. Who would have known that something like this would happen."

"If you have any difficulties, you must tell me. I will do my best."

Zhou Pingli bowed with gratitude on his face: "Thank you, sir."

Zhao Jingzhong narrowed his eyes slightly and said in a deep voice: "Clan Chief Zhou, can you take a step to speak?"

Zhou Pingli turned sideways and said, "Sir, please!"

Zhao Jingzhong nodded and took the lead to walk towards the back hall.

In the room, Zhao Jingzhong sat on the Grand Master's chair and said softly: "Clan Chief Zhou, I think you also know who Yunsheng was killed by."

"However, Lin Mang is protected by the governor, and I can't do anything. I can only let this officer run rampant."

Zhou Pingli glanced at Zhao Jingzhong, and then gritted his teeth and said: "Hateful! That Lin Mang deliberately killed my son, how can I not avenge him, please make the decision for us."

After all, bow to the end!

Zhao Jingzhong shook his head and sighed: "This matter is difficult. If there is no conclusive evidence of crime, I am afraid it will be difficult for me to handle it."

"but……"

After a pause, Zhao Jingzhong suddenly said: "Clan Chief Zhou, I have a plan that may work."

"Please speak clearly, sir!" Zhou Pingli said immediately.

A hint of coldness flashed in Zhao Jingzhong's eyes, and he said calmly: "Clan Chief Zhou, do you think if people knew that he bullied Yunsheng's wife and children, would the Jinyi Guards be able to tolerate him?"

"If we don't have Jin Yiwei's identity, it won't be easy to deal with him."

Zhou Pingli was shocked.

Zhao Jingzhong smiled and patted Zhou Pingli on the shoulder, and said quietly: "Clan Chief Zhou, that's it for now. It's up to you what to do."

Looking at the departing figure, Zhou Pingli seemed to have aged more than ten years in an instant.

Does he really think that he doesn’t know anything about what happened in Beizhen Fusi?

No, he actually knew very well that although Yun Sheng died at the hands of Lin Mang, in the final analysis, if it weren't for Zhao Jingzhong, the disaster today would not have happened.

It's just that he doesn't dare to hate!

In the past, the Zhou family had great prosperity with Zhou Yunsheng as a member of the family.

Now that Yunsheng is gone, I don't know how many families are watching them. If Zhao Jingzhong no longer has the protection, the Zhou family will not be far away from being destroyed.

…

Staring at the dissipating energy in his hands, Lin Mang smiled.

good!

He is not far away from the Gang Qi realm.

Infuriating Qi!

The energy of Tiangang!

Tiangang realm warriors can condense Gang Qi to protect the body without resorting to any techniques.

He studied Chunyang Supreme Kung Fu, which introduced that the true qi cultivated in the true qi realm is "qi", while the true qi cultivated in the Tiangang realm is "jin".

For example, the golden bell he cultivated, its body-protecting aura is a manifestation of "strength" and can transform into the appearance of a golden bell.

And if you want to break through the Tiangang realm, you need to transform the true energy into Tiangang true energy, and if you want to transform the true energy into Tiangang energy, you need to repeatedly condense and hammer the true energy.

In this step, a good exercise can save a lot of time.

In terms of skills, I now have the Pure Yang Supreme Skill, which is completely sufficient.

Now that the True Qi realm is perfect, the Golden Bell Shield has already reached the perfect state, and its body-protecting Gang Qi is enough to make oneself invincible under the Heavenly Gang.

And those who can cultivate the Golden Bell to perfection, even the eminent Shaolin monks, are definitely in the minority.

Lin Mang stretched his waist with satisfaction, stood up and walked into the room to change clothes.

Seeing that Lin Mang was about to leave, Tang Qi hurriedly stepped forward and said, "Sir, do you need to prepare a carriage?"

"No need." Lin Mang waved his hand and said, "I'm just going home."

My father left a small courtyard in Jiaozhongfang. When he left Beijing, he left the memorial tablet in the small courtyard. Now that he is free, he should go and burn incense.

Riding a horse, Lin Mang went straight to Wushi Lane in Jiaozhongfang.

Because it was early morning, there was a lot of hawking along the way.

On both sides of the street, various vendors were selling and shouting vigorously.

Since last night, all the gangs in Jiaozhongfang have ceased their activities in an instant, and the entire Jiaozhongfang has shown a peaceful scene.

If there would be chaos if all these gangs were not eliminated, he would have led his men to break down the door.

Without these gangs, gangs from other gangs will inevitably come to compete for Jiaozhongfang's territory, and there will be chaos.

At this moment, a group of figures in the distance caught his eye.

Several figures in blue robes gathered in front of a breakfast stall, shouting something.

Beside the stall, a girl about fourteen or fifteen years old was already crying.

The people watching around pointed and pointed, but did not dare to step forward.

Lin Mang frowned.

Blue robe, scholar?

If he remembered correctly, in the Ming Dynasty, most of those wearing blue robes were scholars.

And they are a different kind of "hooligans".

He turned over and dismounted, led the horse and walked directly over.

He patted someone on the shoulder and asked, "What happened here?"

The man was about to say something perfunctory, but the moment he turned his head, Xian saw Lin Mang's expression and subconsciously said it.

"It's not like these guys don't pay for their meals."

"This is not the first time. Just now this little girl came forward to argue and was slapped for nothing. She even said that he soiled his clothes and made the little girl pay compensation."

"Alas." The man sighed and said helplessly: "However, these people have great reputations, and the government is also biased towards them."

Wake up early and ask for votes.

I have always felt that the scholars and literati of the Ming Dynasty were not good people, especially in the later period.
Chapter completed!