Du Yong sighed: "I had a premonition that this missing case would be very complicated. If so, according to the current situation, it would be a good thing for me to withdraw from it due to injury."

Du Mouqi said: "Brother Yong, what you mean... Have you not checked the Seventh Team of your Feng Group?"

Du Qiong also looked at Du Yong curiously.

Du Yong supported himself on the railings of the corridor, casually sweeping the flowers and plants in the yard, saying indifferently: "Whoever is willing to check, I don't have the patience, and we Captain Cheng also said that we don't want to follow us anymore. The main reason is that we are tired. We have to fight with the enemy, but we have to be on guard against our own people at any time. Who can hold on?"

Du Qiong showed a shame again.

Du Yong quickly explained: "Brother Qiong, I don't mean to blame you. I just can't stand Captain Mo's style."

Du Qiong waved his hand and said it was okay.

Du Mou was a little sorry: "The clues were basically found out by your Feng Group's Seventh Team. Others took over at this time, and there was some suspicion of picking peaches."

"Pick peaches?"

Du Yong glanced at him and snorted, "The peaches are not ripe yet. I will leave this. Even if Dali Temple and Weiwei Temple work together, it will not be possible to solve this case in a short time."

Du Mou frowned slightly, and did not speak, as if he was thinking about the profound meaning of Du Yong's words.

Du Qiong laughed and said, "Don't think so much, the elders are still waiting."

Yang Jin, not far away, walked up and handed the thing in his hand to Du Yong: "Young Master, a gift!"

Du Yong took it and ordered: "You take Lingling down."

After hearing this, Lingling was a little nervous: "Young Master, where are Brother Yang and I going?"

Yang Jin explained: "The guard and the maid have a special place. Let's go, I'll take you to recognize some friends."

The two went down.

Du Qiong looked at the bag on Du Yong's hand and asked curiously: "What's the thing inside?"

Du Yong explained: "Take something to the old lady."

Du Qiong sighed: "You are still in love, no wonder the old lady loves you the most."

Du Yong laughed silently: "The old lady loves me the most? Apart from those married cousins, the old lady should love you the most, right?"

Du Qiong pulled Du Mou: "Brother Mou, come and judge, who does the old lady love the most?"

Du Mou ignored it, stared at Lingling's slim back, and said enviously: "Brother Yong, you are so beautiful!"

Du Qiong couldn't help rolling his eyes.

Du Yongqi said: "Lingling was sent to me by the fourth uncle, don't you know?"

Lingling's appearance is indeed pleasing. Many people have praised it before, including Pei Ming, the old fried dough stick who is used to be beautiful women.

"My father sent it to you?"

Du Mou opened his mouth wide, remained silent for a long time, and said hatefully: "Does my son still have me in his eyes? What do I look ugly? I asked myself a little bit of a kind, but to be honest, I can't even eat when I face them, it's not an exaggeration. I really can't eat, two brothers."

Looking at Du Mou's gritting teeth and aggrieved look, Du Yong and Du Qiong both laughed out loud. They had seen the two maids, and their appearance was indeed hard to describe.

That was specially arranged by Du Zonglong, because he was afraid that Du Mou would indulge in men and women's affairs and thus abandon his martial arts.

In addition, Du Zonglong also strictly controls Du Mou to enter and leave places of love and mistress. It is okay to accompany his friends to drink or watch singing and dancing, but it is absolutely impossible to stay overnight.

Du Yong sighed: "Just just have fun. Uncle Fourth has a free and easy personality and is sometimes a bit careless, but he is indeed very concerned about your cultivation."

Du Mou was not very talented when he was a child. It was precisely because of Du Zonglong's supervision that he achieved his achievements today.

Du Qiong echoed: "It's true. Uncle Fourth is so busy. He will still take time to practice with you a few times a month, right?"

“Practice four times a month.”

Du Mou nodded, with a little happy face, and then smiled bitterly: "He is at least in Jin Die Realm, and he has no self-respect for his identity. He doesn't let me go when I practice, and knocked me down with three punches and two kicks. It's hard to say whether he has increased or not, but his self-confidence must have been hit."

Du Yong sneered: "If he really didn't let the water go, can you push three punches and two kicks? You can't even hold it half a punch."

Du Qiong echoed: "It is really impossible to suppress two major realms."

Du Mou sighed and said nothing.

Du Qiong said again: "Brother Yong, I remember you were fighting with Guard Yang when you were very young. Are you still persisting?"

Du Yong nodded: "Occasionally."

Speaking of Yang Jin, Du Mou showed an envious look: "Is Guard Yang climbing to the tower?"

Du Yong casually said, "Don't you have three guards? They are all in the late stage of the seal realm, and they are not much weaker."

Du Mou shook his head: "Only one of the five seals can reach the tower."

Du Yong laughed silently: "Who did you hear from me? Is there any basis?"

"Based? Many people say so."

Du Mou grabbed his head and glanced at Du Qiong: "Brother Qiong, you probably have heard of it, right?"

Du Qiong nodded: "I have heard of five and ten."

Du Yong expressed his doubts, he had never heard of it.

Du Qiong explained in detail.

Five body-building tops and one to practice Qi, five qi training tops and one to seal, five qi sealing tops and one to climb the tower, this is the so-called five numbers.

Ten climbs to the top of the tower and one Jin is destroyed, and ten Jins are destroyed and one Grandmaster is destroyed. This is the so-called ten.

After hearing this, Du Yong said curiously: "Where is the Martial Saint?"

Du Qiong rolled his eyes: "I haven't produced a Martial Saint for hundreds of years. I don't know how powerful it is. How to calculate it?"

Du Yong smiled and said, "Okay, okay, not considered a Martial Saint. But your theory of counting ten or five is completely unreliable. Real war is not that simple."

Du Qiong spread his hands: "It's probably."

Du Yong retorted: "It probably won't work. For example, a few days ago, the master we caught was the one who was silenced, the seriously climbing the tower realm. We had three seal realms, six Qi training realms, and one climbing the tower realm. These configurations almost capsized. If we go to the five seal realms, we will definitely be dead."

Du Qiong touched her chin: "What you said seems to make some sense."

Du Yong continued: "Give another example, Zhao Dezhu, engraved the fourth level of seal. The last time he went out of the city with me to handle the case, he met the Meng Ji killer. You all know that he was almost killed by a Qi training realm."

Du Qiong and Du Mou laughed at the same time: "Zhao Dezhu was almost killed by the Qi training realm? Isn't it possible?"

Du Yong also laughed: "He was almost scared at that time and could not exert 30% of his strength."

While chatting and laughing, the three of them entered the inner courtyard.

Today is very crowded.

The old lady in her eighties ranks first, looking energetic, which is a blessing for the Du family.

Then there are the three brothers Du Zongcheng, Du Zongye, Du Zonglong, as well as their wives and concubines.

Below are Du Qiong, Du Yong, Du Mou, etc., and there are more than a dozen. The oldest is Du Qiong in his twenties and the youngest is in his teens.

There were also several groups of girls and aunts, who brought a few little dolls with snots and only knew how to reach out for candy.

Fortunately, the Fengyang Marquis Mansion is large in area so it will not be crowded. If it is placed in Du Yong's house, it will not even be enough to settle down.

It was very laborious to say hello, and Du Yong dared not be perfunctory.

Bow honestly to the elders.

He nodded enthusiastically to his peers and smiled.

For those little dolls... I took candy from my clothes and prepared them long ago.

The old lady pulled Du Yong over and sat down, looked up and down, "I'm sorry, my grandson, was injured again. What yamen did you go to? Why is it so dangerous?"

Du Zongcheng stepped forward: "Who did you hear? Xiao Yong is fine..."

The old lady widened her eyes and shouted, "Don't think of lying to the old woman. I heard that Xiao Yong was not only injured by the thief, but also wronged by his own people, and he vomited several times of blood."

Du Zongcheng's body was straight and he looked around, his eyes emitting a terrifying light.

Everyone was silent, and even the little babies who were eating candy were frightened.

Du Yong laughed and said, "Old lady, grandson is fine. You heard it wrongly. It was a thief who vomited blood. As for the injustice, it was also a rumor. I just had a few quarrels with my colleagues."

"The thief vomited blood?" The old lady was a little disbelief and stared at Du Yong: "Then why is there no blood on your face?"

Du Yong explained: "It's not that there is no blood color, but that it's powder."

The old lady was stunned and rubbed Du Yong's face, and she really rubbed some powder and muttered: "What powder should a boy apply to?"

Du Yong laughed and said, "The grandson looks the most like an old lady. The party days cannot be reduced, so you have to dress up."

The old lady was finally amused.

Du Yong took the opportunity to unpack the bag: "Old lady, this is a gift from your grandson."

There are several thousand taels of silver notes, some are rewards from Dali Temple, and some are nutritional expenses issued by Shaofu Temple under the order of the emperor.

There are also some gadgets, sachet jewelry and bracelets, which are carefully selected by Du Yong.

The old lady was stunned: "Why are there so much money?"

Not only the old lady is strange, but others are also strange.

It’s understandable to give gifts, but what does giving a silver note mean?

Will the old lady be short of money?

Du Yong patted his chest: "My grandson made great contributions, and this is the reward from the yamen. This is the first time that my grandson earns money seriously, and takes it all over to respect the old lady."

The old lady smiled and said, "Is that right? You have to accept it."

Seeing that the old lady was so happy, Du Zongcheng was also very happy and pretended to be angry and said, "Didn't you have any separation?"

The old lady spat: "Is it embarrassing to lose my nephew's little money?"

Du Yong quickly said, "It's uncle's turn next time."

Du Zonglong and Du Zongye also made fun of it: "Where are us?"
Chapter completed!