Chapter 13 Hidden

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After carefully exploring the dark golden beads in his body, Yang Jian had no choice but to find that the beads were just quietly suspended in his Dantian, without any abnormality. The investigation was fruitless, so he had to give up.

"What is the golden bead?" Yang Jian sat cross-legged, put the fine iron spear across his legs, and his eyes opened slightly. "Let's wait and see what happens first."

"March 12, Qingfeng Building, there are still three days left for them to trade." His eyes flashed coldly, and Yang Jian couldn't help clenching his fists.

"Think about what to do in the future. If the stabbing soul can't be hit, a more powerful killer will definitely be sent next time. If I don't have enough strength at that time, I will definitely die." Yang Jian practiced while thinking about the way to go in the future.

There are no years in the mountains, and three days quickly flowed through Yang Jian's practice in the blink of an eye. In these three days, Yang Jian did not carry a trace of it, and almost all his energy was spent on cultivation. After three consecutive days of hard work, the gold power in his body has obviously increased a lot, and the meridians have become more tenacious. At this moment, when he runs Jin Xingli again, Jin Xingli will run crazily in its meridians like a river without any discomfort.

"Although the power of the five elements is powerful, it is too difficult to improve the level." Slowly standing up from the ground, Yang Jian frowned slightly. "Three days of hard work has only increased such a little gold power. At this speed, I don't know how long it will take to break through to the later stage of entry. Moreover, in the pamphlet, there is only the practice method in the early stage of entry, and the practice method in the middle and late period of entry has not been completed, which are all urgent problems to be solved.

Hum!

The right fist clenched, Yang Jian waved his right fist, and the air trembled.

"Well, it's good. The 'nine-turn yuangong' has reached the peak of cultivation. I think it will reach the state of second-turn bone refining in a few days. At that time, my body will be stronger, and the five elements in the middle of the country can't be my opponent. With a punch, Yang Jian nodded with satisfaction.

Reaching out and pulling out the fine iron gun inserted in the ground, Yang Jian walked out of the cave with a long gun in his hand.

The light in the cave is dim, and the sun shines brightly outside the cave. Out of the cave, the dazzling light made Yang Jian's eyes white. After adapting to the outside light, he dodged into the dense mountain forest.

Today is March 12th, the day when the bald man goes to Qingfenglou to trade.

After walking through the mountain forest for three hours, Yang Jian finally walked out of the mountain. Following the official road, he came to Qingmu Town again. There is still a tide of people in Qingmu Town, and there is an endless stream of pedestrians on the street. After insulting the location of the Qingfeng Tower from the pedestrians on the street, he went straight to the Qingfeng Tower with a long gun on his back.

It was noon at this time, and the time set by the bald man and the Yang family was after noon. At Yang Jian's speed, he can just catch up.

Qingfenglou is one of the three major restaurants in Qingmu Town. The behind-the-scenes owner of Qingfenglou is the Li family, one of the three major families in Qingmu Town.

The three major families in Qingmu Town, the Li family, the Yang family and the Song family. The three major families have their own industries in Qingmu Town. The three families compete with each other and usually fight. However, when external forces intervene in Qingmu Town, the three families will join hands to resist. Therefore, for more than 300 years, although strong external forces have infiltrated Qingmu Town from time to time, with the cooperation of the three major families, no group of forces can stand in Qingmu Town.

"Is this Qingfeng Tower?" Looking at the luxury restaurant more than 20 meters high in front of him, Yang Jian was slightly surprised.

There are five floors on the ground floor of the Qingfeng Building, each of which is extremely luxuriously decorated. These places are generally places where dignitaries in Qingmu Town or those noble five elements can consume.

At this moment, the flow of people in front of the Qingfeng Tower is surging, and there are many guests coming in and out.

Carrying a fine iron gun, Yang Jian walked into the Qingfeng Tower.

"Dear guest, are you in the top or staying in the hotel?" As soon as Yang Jian walked into the Qingfeng Building, a shopkeeper who looked at most twenty-one or twenty-two years old quickly ran to him and asked with a smile on his face.

"Can a guest surnamed Yang charter an elegant room here? We made an appointment to get together here. Yang Jian glanced at the hall on the first floor and asked slowly.

"A guest official surnamed Yang? Oh, guest officer, please go up to the Song Accord on the second floor. The shopkeeper bowed and asked.

With a slight nod, Yang Jian carried an iron gun on his back and slowly walked up to the second floor. The martial arts style of the five elements is prevalent in the world, so although Yang Jian is carrying a long gun, he has not attracted the attention of others.

The second floor is a beautiful elegant room, and there are dozens of rooms at a glance. Every elegant door has a name, such as Shuxiang Pavilion, Mingyue Pavilion and so on. Following the corridor on the second floor, Yang Jian found the door of Song Accord.

"Surnamed Yang, I don't know who the first lady will send?" A sneer stood up at the corners of his mouth, and Yang Jian knocked on the door.

Squeak!

The door of the Song Accord was slowly opened.

"Yang Jian! Is it you?! How can it be you!" The door was opened by an old man who was over Huajiao. When the old man saw that the person who came was Yang Jian, he immediately screamed.

"Yang Feng? Humph, I didn't expect you to be a dog slave!" Yang Jian put him into the room, stepped into the room, and reached out to close the door.

The old man who opened the door is about 60 years old, his eyes are full of vicissitudes, his temples are like frost, and his face is full of wrinkles. It's just that at this moment, he was looking at Yang Jian with a shocked face and almost peed his pants.

"Yang Feng Lao Nu, my mother was very kind to you when she was alive. You were chased and killed. There was no way out. It was my mother who came forward to take you into the Yang family. You were severely beaten by other servants in the Yang family. My mother came forward to help you. I didn't expect you to take revenge now!" Yang Jian seemed to be able to spit out fire in his eyes. Looking at the old man in front of him, he couldn't wait to come forward and tear him alive. For this kind of ungrateful evil slave, he has always met one by one.

"The third son spares his life, the third son spares his life." Yang Feng pleaded and fell to his knees with a plop. "Third son, the old slave was also forced by the first lady. If I don't do this, she will pull me to feed the dog. The third son spares his life, the third son spares his life. Yang Feng kowtowed more than a dozen times in a row, and blood oozed out of his forehead.

The incident of Yang Jian's angry beating of Yang An and Yang Ming has spread all over Yang's house, and the whole Yang family knows that Yang Jian is not what it used to be. Although the eldest wife cried in front of Yang Xiong, the head of the Yang family, saying that Yang Jian beat his domestic slaves regardless of the feelings of mother and son, Yang Xiong, the head of the Yang family, had looked at Yang Jian differently and did not pay much attention to the eldest wife's crying. The day after Yang Jian escaped from Yang Jian, Yang Xiong issued a patriarchal order, ordering the masters in the family to find Yang Jian.

In this regard, the old lady said nothing on the surface, but secretly hired one of the three killer organizations in the western part of the Dongmu Empire to assassinate Yang Jian. And it was the old slave Yang Feng in front of him who contacted the killer organization.

Therefore, Yang Feng, who was afraid that Yang Jian would know the truth, was really scared at this moment.

"The third son spares his life, the third son spares his life!" Yang Feng kowtowed his head with a runny nose and tears.

"Hmm, you wolf-hearted thing!" Yang Jian came forward and grabbed Yang Feng's collar and raised him with one hand, "How dare the ungrateful dog slave beg for mercy?" Anger gushed in Yang Jian's eyes. At this moment, Mr. Yang's emotions deeply affected Yang Jian's thoughts.

"The third son... The third son spares his life. If the third son doesn't kill the old slave, the old slave will sue... tell the third son a secret." Being grabbed by Yang Jian's collar, Yang Feng struggled hard, short of breath, and couldn't speak.

"What secret?" Yang Jian shook his hand and threw him to the ground and asked coldly.

"Cough...Cough..." Yang Feng coughed fiercely with his hands on the ground.

"Son, don't you think your mother's death is strange?" Yang Feng covered his neck with his right hand and said in a weak voice. He is an old man who is over Huajia. Naturally, he can't stand being tossed around by Yang Jian.

"What the hell is going on? Say it!" Yang Jian was shocked, and he seemed to think of something. In the memory of Mr. Yang San, Mr. Yang's mother died of wind and cold. At that time, Mr. Yang San was only nine years old. When his mother went there, he didn't know anything and only knew how to cry. Now that I think about it carefully, there are indeed many doubts. First of all, Mr. Yang's mother also practiced the power of the five elements for a period of time when she was young. Although she didn't even reach the level of entry, she was much healthier than ordinary people. Yang Jian really didn't believe that the cold wind could kill her.

In addition, in the memory of Mr. Yang San, Mr. Yang's mother suddenly contracted the wind chill and died soon after. Moreover, it seemed difficult to say before Mr. Yang's mother died, but at that time, Mr. Yang was too young to understand his mother's meaning at all.

Now with what Yang Feng said, Yang Jian feels that there is something else in it.

"The third son, the old slave also accidentally overheard the conversation between the old lady and the young master." Yang Feng knelt to the ground and said the news he overheard from the eldest lady.

It turned out that although Mr. Yang San was a useless person, his mother was very favored by Yang Xiong, the head of the Yang family. The neglected old lady was very jealous, so she had the idea of killing the third lady. She secretly asked the people to buy back a poison from the Xijin Empire and ordered people to put it into the third lady's tea.

This poison is odorless and tasteless. Once it enters the human body, it will quickly integrate into the blood. Over time, the poisoned person will be infected with a cold, and will eventually die of collapse.

"Lady, you bitch!" After listening to these punches, Yang Jian smashed the sandalwood table in the room. At this time, he really couldn't wait to kill Yang's house immediately and smash the old lady to pieces. However, he finally held back.

"There are many masters in Yang's mansion, and I don't have any definite evidence. If I take action rashly, I will inevitably be counterattacked." Yang Jian suppressed the anger in his heart and turned to look at Yang Feng.

Seeing that Yang Jian actually smashed the hard sandalwood table with one punch, Yang Feng was so scared that his liver and gallbladder cracked and his body trembling.

"The third son, spare my life, the third son, I told you all the secrets, and you promised to spare my life." Seeing Yang Jian coming towards him, Yang Feng trembled with fear.