Chapter 41 Returning Home
"Master Zeng...?!!!"
Wang Daoyuan was stunned when he saw Zeng Anmin, and then a look of surprise suddenly appeared on his face:
“You…you’re not dead!!”
"Stop talking nonsense and give me the horse. I want to use it."
Zeng Anmin glanced at him sideways. His clothes were too wet, so he wanted to go home and change them quickly.
When I was reading martial arts novels in my previous life, the warriors would just use their internal energy to evaporate the moisture from their bodies.
He mobilized the warrior energy in his body and gave it a shock, causing his sleeves to explode.
“Ohhhh!”
Wang Daoyuan did not dare to hesitate for a moment, and quickly dismounted and handed the horse to Zeng Anmin.
"Go back to the clerk's office and ask for it."
Zeng Anmin left only one sentence and rode towards the Governor's Mansion.
…
Governor's Office.
In the courtyard in front of the main hall.
It's early winter.
Although we are in the south, the cold air still penetrates into the neck like a poisonous snake, making people unable to help but shrink their neck.
Dachun was naked from the waist up, kneeling on the ground, his entire body covered in blood.
His eyes, which were usually extremely wise, were now filled with grievance. He gritted his teeth and said nothing.
Qi Bo held a long whip in his hand, his face full of cruelty, and his right hand was raised, making a whistling sound as it rubbed against the air.
“Bang!!!”
A whip landed on Dachun's body, leaving a bloody wound.
"Why aren't you following the young master?!"
There was a hint of hatred in Qi Bo's voice, as if the person kneeling in front of him was not his son.
Dachun pursed his lips tightly and didn't dare to speak.
“Bang!!!”
"If the young master doesn't come back..."
As Qi Bo spoke, the long whip in his hand paused, a hint of moisture flashed in his eyes, and his voice was stuck in his throat and he couldn't speak.
“Bang!”
Another whip.
"Okay."
A deep voice sounded.
Zeng Shilin walked slowly into the yard with an expressionless face.
"master."
When Qi Bo saw Zeng Shilin, he quickly threw away the whip in his hand.
"Bang!"
He knelt on the ground and kowtowed to Zeng Shilin.
The head hit the bluestone floor again and again, and soon a piece of the floor was smashed.
Then he looked up cautiously with a look of anticipation:
"Young Master... he hasn't been found yet?"
Zeng Shilin's face was gloomy.
He didn't say anything, but just walked slowly towards the main hall.
"Whether he was found or not, Dachun shouldn't have been beaten to death by you."
As he spoke, he entered the main hall, found a chair, slowly sat down, closed his eyes and said nothing.
He was a little tired.
Seeing the master's lonely back, Qi Bo felt very upset.
He looked at Dachun's kneeling figure, and then looked at the silence of the master in the main hall.
Drops of water as big as beans overflowed from his turbid eyes.
With trembling hands, holding the whip, he stood there at a loss.
…
“Bang!”
A jade bowl fell to the ground and shattered.
Aunt Lin looked at the maid in front of her in disbelief:
"You said, Quan Fu..."
Hu Zi looked down at the broken jade bowl and the crystal-clear soup on the ground, then looked up at Aunt Lin blankly:
"Mom, I'm not full yet."
Aunt Lin had no time to care about him at this moment, her phoenix eyes were fixed on the maid in front of her.
The maid's eyes were filled with sadness: "That's what outsiders say. The master has mobilized all the soldiers to fish in the river..."
"Bang~"
Aunt Lin suddenly felt dizzy and sat down on the chair unsteadily.
"Mistress..."
The two maids hurried forward to support Aunt Lin.
Aunt Lin's eyes were filled with confusion, her pretty face was filled with sorrow, and her voice was haggard:
"Didn't the Black Cat Warrior claim to be a villain for the people? Quan Fu is a law-abiding man who never messes around..."
Hu Zi looked up with curiosity, and when he saw that Aunt Lin ignored him, he slowly lay on the ground and stretched his head to lick the thick soup on the ground.
“Delicious~”
…………
The entire Governor's Mansion was shrouded in a gloomy atmosphere.
Zeng Shilin sat upright on the chair, his eyes sometimes sharp, sometimes sighing.
"Master, that broken sword is a spiritual weapon. It matches the description of the witnesses to Wang Lin's assassination. We can conclude that the assassin is none other than the Black Cat Warrior."
Qi Bo stood respectfully at the door.
"Black Cat Wufu?"
Zeng Shilin slowly raised his head, a strange look flashing in his eyes:
"If you want to cut off a spiritual weapon, then the opponent must have at least a spiritual weapon of the same quality."
"And his realm must be higher than this assassin's, at least at the Martial Arts Contemplation Realm."
"Otherwise, unless the other party holds a...divine weapon."
As soon as he said this, Dad shook his head.
No, the idea is too absurd.
The number of divine artifacts in the entire Sheng Dynasty and Jiang Dynasty combined is only a handful.
The owner of each divine weapon is a powerful man who can carry the weight of a region.
My thoughts are a little confused.
"There is no news from the riverside yet." Qi Bo hesitated for a moment, but still said it.
"Um."
There was no emotion in Dad's voice.
"master……"
Aunt Lin's voice rang out. She was sitting opposite Zeng Shilin. Her face was haggard, and her peach blossom eyes were filled with tears.
"Quan Fu him..."
"It'll be fine."
Dad slowly raised his head and looked out the window, his voice carrying a hint of ambiguous charm:
"If something happens to Min'er, both the Jiang Palace and the Shen family will be buried with him."
He is a suspicious person by nature, and the reason why he still plays by the rules is because his reverse scale has not been touched.
And this time, the enemy has touched his bottom line.
So, it doesn’t matter who it is.
The voice was not loud, as if he was talking about something ordinary.
But the murderous intent contained in it penetrated my heart and lungs:
"As for whether the assassin is Black Cat Warrior or not, it doesn't matter."
"father!!!"
A familiar voice sounded.
The three people in the hall were all startled.
Dad frowned and looked out the window. He thought that there was something wrong with his ears because he missed his son so much.
"I'm back!"
The familiar voice sounded again:
"Hey, someone, go find some clothes for the young master!"
The charm in the voice is still so familiar.
“Wow!!”
Zeng Shilin stood up suddenly and looked straight through the window towards the outside.
Qi Bo was also stunned.
Aunt Lin was already filled with joy and wanted to walk out, but her father didn't move. She hesitated for a moment and didn't move either.
"Master? You're not dead?!"
Qi Dachun's voice was extremely honest.
"What are you dying for? Master, I was rescued."
…
"Who saved you?!" Dad's voice suddenly rang out.
As soon as he finished speaking, he walked out the door without caring about his image, his eyes looking expectant.
Their eyes met.
It was that familiar figure.
Dad finally felt relieved.
Zeng Anmin's image at this time was too bohemian.
Not only was his whole body soaked, but his arms were exposed, making him look extremely miserable.
But none of this matters. What matters is... he came back alive.
Hearing his father's familiar voice, Zeng Anmin chuckled and said a name that made everyone look strange.
"Black Cat Wufu."
"who?!"
Qi Bo's eyes widened.
Isn't Black Cat Warrior an assassin?
Only a terrifying gleam flashed in Dad's eyes.
(End of this chapter)
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