Heaven rewards those who work hard: There is no bottleneck in my martial arts

Chapter 93 The fifth prince is probably a bit of a hero! (13)

Zhao Hongming didn't make any stop, just walked forward dully.

When he got close to Daliang City, he found a hidden place nearby and counted all the items he had found.

Since Li Zhiwu and the others were acting temporarily, there were no surprises except for some pills, gold, silver, and wishing stones that were convenient to carry with them.

Zhao Hongming picked up some of the good and valuable items and took them with him, while the rest were burned.

After killing Li Zhiwu, he finally felt at ease at this moment.

This time, he was very careful.

For a long time, no one would suspect him.

Even if Zheng Yimen found some clues, the pressure would only be on the side of Emperor Jian'an Zhao Gongxu.

He can use this period of time to improve his cultivation with peace of mind.

Martial arts warriors can use the power of the soul to generate qi and create dharma bodies.

It is far beyond the comparison of general innate realm martial arts.

If Li Zhiwu hadn't been injured, he would never have succeeded this time.

At first, he thought that there would be a tough fight, but when he actually fought, he realized that Li Zhiwu, an elder of the Zhengyi sect, had lost his strength in an unbelievable way.

He can become an elder, so he shouldn't be so careless.

Zhao Hongming vaguely felt in his heart that the Qitian Juetian Formation, the royal formation created by the whole country of the first Wei King, might not be as simple as it seems on the surface.

Put away the divergent thoughts in his heart, Zhao Hongming didn't stay any longer, and returned to Daliang City alone.

Daliang City is far away from the front line, and has not been affected by the War of the Three Kingdoms and the previous Emperor Jian'an, and it is still full of people.

All kinds of cries and noises can be heard endlessly.

Speaking of which, Zhao Hongming hadn't walked around Daliang City for more than ten years, and he was very unfamiliar with the scene here.

Now he is relaxed and has a sense of leisure, and he is not in a hurry to go back.

"Furong Tower!"

Zhao Hongming saw a luxurious building in the distance, crowded with people.

A rouge gas continued to emanate from it.

Zhao Hongming stopped suddenly.

He remembered that when he inquired about Li Zhiwu's whereabouts, he had asked several warriors for directions.

Not surprisingly, those people should also be under Li Zhiwu.

Although he changed his appearance and put on another face, the other party should not suspect the Fifth Prince of Wei.

But what if?
Zhao Hongming was a little worried.

After all, when the giant Zhengyimen was involved, any slack would put him in crisis.

He thought twice, adjusted his appearance slightly, and walked in.

"Your gentleman, please come inside."

The gentleman of Wei State is a general term for nobles, and has nothing to do with whether they have virtue or not.

In addition, ordinary civilians are called "villains".

Seeing Zhao Hongming's decent attire, the servant thought he was a nobleman, so he called him a gentleman.

Zhao Hongming had no experience in this kind of place for the first time.

I saw several girls standing on both sides, welcoming him.

"My gentleman, do you want to listen to music, or drink and watch a play?"

Zhao Hongming's purpose this time is not for these, he said casually: "Just a simple drink."

"Does the gentleman have any familiar girls? Slave to see if the other party is free."

"There is no acquaintance, you just look at the arrangement."

Zhao Hongming took out some silver taels casually, and asked, "Did you come here with three people before, all wearing black bunts and looking burly?"

The young man took the silver and said with a smile: "Yes, they listen to the music upstairs."

"I want the room next to them."

"Okay. Gentleman, please."

Soon the servant took him to a separate room, where there was a long table with incense burning on it, and some melon and fruit snacks.

"Gentleman, wait a moment, Huaniang will come right away."

Zhao Hongming sat down cross-legged and didn't care.

After the boy left, Zhao Hongming's figure moved, turned into an afterimage, and disappeared in the same place.

He walked silently in the corridor and stopped quietly at the door of a private room.

Through the wooden board, Zhao Hongming could hear the laughter and laughter inside.

The voice is very familiar, it must be those people.

He sensed it carefully, and found that there were still a few cold metal sensations inside, and the sabers of these people were still there.

If that's the case, it's easy to handle.

Zhao Hongming pressed his hand on the door and exerted light force with his arm.

There was a crisp sound from behind the door.

The door of the private room opened.

Turning into a phantom, Zhao Hongming rushed in and grabbed a knife.

Before the people inside realized what was going on, they saw a flash of saber light.

One of the warriors raised his arm subconsciously.

Under the light of the knife, his arm was split in two, and their heads were chopped off together.

After a hit, Zhao Hongming's figure swayed, and the shadow of the knife flashed across another martial artist, killing him.

The last remaining martial artist saw that Zhao Hongming had killed the two of them in a blink of an eye. He was flustered, kicked over the long case, turned around and rushed towards the door.

However, he hadn't had time to take a few steps.

The effect of the secret walk in the wilderness unfolded, and Zhao Hongming took a ghostly step forward and caught up with this person.

The long knife in his hand turned into a five-foot-long knife shadow.

puff!

A muffled sound.

The martial artist was stabbed in the back, revealing a wound about six inches deep, exposing the white bones, and fell to the ground under the pain.

Zhao Hongming went up and stabbed him again.

In less than ten breaths of effort, all the warriors were eliminated.

When he turned his head, he saw two singers with pale faces, staring blankly at everything in front of them, shaking like sifting chaff, opening their mouths to shout.

But soon, before their voices could be heard, they stopped abruptly.

The room became quiet again.

Zhao Hongming sensed that there was no one outside the house.

He threw the long knife on the ground, and silently closed the door behind his back.

Zhao Hongming acted decisively, without any fanfare, and took their lives as soon as he entered, without making much noise.

The dark red blood began to gather, slowly flowed out from the corpse, and gradually flowed out from the crack in the door.

Zhao Hongming glanced down, pretended he didn't see anything, and left Furong Building calmly.

So far, the beginning and the end should be handled cleanly.

It was already an hour later to return to the palace.

And just after he returned to the palace, Feng Dabao, who was in charge of the Imperial City Department, had learned about it immediately.

"You said that His Highness the Fifth Highness left the palace after dinner?" Feng Dabao sat on the sandalwood chair and listened to the report from the people below: "Where did he go?"

"The subordinates are incompetent. His Highness Fifth Highness moved too fast, and the subordinates couldn't keep up. They were lost in Daliang City."

Feng Dabao waved and said: "The miscellaneous family knows, as long as the fifth prince is safe, it doesn't matter. In the future, remember about the fifth prince, you must tell the miscellaneous family every detail, do you understand?"

"My subordinates know."

"Go!"

"Subordinates retire."

Feng Dabao sat on the chair, silent.

As soon as he informed Li Zhiwu of his injury, His Highness the Fifth Prince chose to leave the palace.

This fifth prince is not simple, I am afraid that he looks a bit of a hero!

(End of this chapter)