It’s night, in the main hall of Youzongyuan.

He Chengming was in his underwear, tossing and turning.

It was neither hot nor cold tonight, and it was a good time to fall asleep, but he couldn't sleep at night.

It was as if there was a stone blocking his heart, making him feel stuffy in his chest and wanting to vent.

"Why aren't you dead yet?"

He Chengming turned aside and muttered to himself sinisterly.

"If you die, this clan will be under my control!"

"There is also this little bastard Zhao Sheng. When I saw him today, I wanted to tear him apart!"

The more He Chengming thought about it, the angrier he became, and finally he even got up from the bed and drank a few sips of water.

The water in the kettle was cold, but it couldn't quench the anger in his heart, and it even grew stronger with more water.

His eyes gradually turned red and erupted with a biting light.

"We must kill him!"

He gritted his teeth, twisted his face, put on his clothes and left.

It is already very dark outside, and the cold wind is blowing.

His eyes widened and he walked straight towards Zuo Zongyuan.

But what he didn't see was that there were a few more inconspicuous iron stones around his door.

The placement of the stones seems to be irregular, but if you look at it with an expert in Kanyu, you can find clues.

Use the ground to generate momentum to form hexagrams.

But even if Kan Yu experts can see it, they don't know what it does.

He Cheng Mingyi walked out of the gate of You Zongyuan. He originally wanted to go straight to Zuo Zongyuan, but he walked out instead.

He arrived at the east side of the Royal Road and was walking towards Shunqing Gate.

Generally speaking, the market in the direction of Shunqingmen is busy at this time, which means that there will be no patrols by the Imperial Guard on this road.

He Chengming knew it very well.

Because these were all arranged by him, and the Shunqingmen Market was a business entrusted to him by his adoptive father, he naturally had to take good care of it.

The further he walked, the more he felt something was wrong, and finally he remembered.

"Why did I come here?"

He Chengming was shocked and took a breath.

"I've endured it for two months, why can't I endure it today?"

The killing intent in his eyes dissipated like running water, replaced by a trace of panic.

Because in his current view, he seemed to be blinded by anger.

In his opinion, this is something incredible.

After staying in the palace for twenty or thirty years, no matter how hard he suppressed his temper, he knew what to do and what not to do.

It was possible to assassinate the Sixth Prince two months ago, but now you cannot secretly kill Mr. Hai.

There is only one difference between the two things.

That means he didn't get the approval of his adoptive father.

Just now, he was like a puppet on strings, as if he was being carried by something.

It wasn't until he walked out of the clan's mansion that he gradually came back to his senses.

It is late at night, and there is no moon or stars in the sky.

Only a few lights flickered in the distance.

In the Imperial Road, it is so quiet that you can hear a pin drop.

He Chengming looked around and shouted in a low voice: "Who is entertaining our family?!"

Darkness surges, and one person steps out.

"Nine-five lines, the flying dragon is in the sky, it is good to see the adults."

This man had a delicate face, was dressed in black, and spoke softly.

"I only changed the formation without the phrase 'Benefiting the Lord', which can affect your mind and make you think that you have God's help, everything is safe, and everything is smooth sailing."

He smiled leisurely and said: "The power of this secret skill is really rare."

If there is a jailer from Beizhen Fusi here, he will definitely recognize who he is.

It was Li Qingcong who was missing during the Yanjing Rebellion.

Of course, it was Zhao Sheng's desire for convenience that made him look like this.

"Pretend to be a ghost!"

He Chengming didn't recognize the visitor, so he shouted angrily, his voice loud and clear, as if he wanted to alert the visiting imperial troops.

"Sir, don't bother. Don't you know if there are any imperial troops here?"

Zhao Sheng smiled slightly and spread his arms.

"And you don't have to think about leaving anymore."

He Chengming's heart trembled. He looked around and found that the familiar royal road was now surrounded by darkness.

The darkness, which was originally formless and formless, actually twisted, turning the royal road from east to west, from south to north, into something he didn't recognize.

He turned his head and stared at Zhao Sheng closely, and saw the zhenqi stirring around him, as if stirring up the darkness.

"On the ninth day of the ninth lunar month, don't use Qianlong."

Zhao Sheng smiled and said: "Do you think my hand is pretty good?"

He Chengming remembered something in his mind and asked doubtfully: "Are you doing the Qian Gua Xing?"

Zhao Sheng nodded proudly: "You still have eyesight."

After all, he is the adopted son of He Qiansui. It is expected that he also knows this heaven-level secret skill.

"It doesn't look like it!"

He Chengming was even more confused.

Zhao Sheng's face darkened.

"I said yes!"

What he used was naturally the Qian Gua Xing he got from Mr. Xu.

During these few months of journey, he naturally did not forget to read and practice.

After reading it, I realized how profound it was and how deeply I despised Mr. Xu.

You are still a scholar, but you can even read secret books wrongly?

The so-called Qian Gua practice naturally refers to the practice of borrowing the imagery and classical Chinese of Qian Gua.

Both of these are line explanations of Qian Gua.

For example, his skill of using Hidden Dragon to change the surrounding scene was based on Yao Ci.

Of course, because the lines have so many meanings, everyone seems to have their own interpretation.

And because this Qian Gua Xing is a fragment, it will produce different effects.

But it is ridiculous and hateful to think that the old man of the Xu family regards the hidden dragon as a female red dragon, so he kills more girls.

Zhao Sheng thought that the Qian Gua practice he practiced was relatively authentic, but he didn't expect to be so disliked by He Chengming, which really made him angry.

He Chengming sneered and stretched out a claw.

"Still an ignorant little thief!"

But when he grabbed it with his five fingers, a strong wind suddenly arose around him, stirring up the darkness.

Zhao Sheng's Qian Gua Xing is performed with the help of iron blocks placed on the ground, which must be connected with true energy.

He Chengming seemed to have seen the key, and also interfered with it with his true energy.

"When our family catches you, we will interrogate you properly!"

His voice was sharp and unpleasant, and his claws became more and more fierce.

Zhao Sheng strode forward and struck out with a palm.

The power of the palm is as powerful as overwhelming mountains and seas.

He Cheng knew it was powerful, so he struck out with another palm from the side, confronting the palm wind.

He also has an eighth-level refinement level, and after being immersed in it for a long time, his palm power is even more majestic.
To be continued...