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Chapter 41 Mourning Hall

Ping'an County, south of the city.

Chen Yuan and Wang Ping are taking several white soldiers to patrol.

After the Huang family affairs, the county government's defense began to be strict again. Not only them, but most of the county government's yamen runners were assigned tasks.

Lord Zhang from the Tianshuosi had already made it clear that those thieves who escaped Wusheng Sect were not caught at all, and were still hidden in Ping'an County.

"Brother Yuan, do you really want to compete for the position of captain?" Wang Ping looked around and approached a little, and asked in a low voice.

There was no way, he was really curious about what Chen Yuan thought and... how did he improve his strength?

Although Chen Yuan is more diligent than him, they competed last month, only better than him, and there is still a big gap from the level of blood refining.

I just lie at home for more than half a month, but it feels like a year has passed.

The world is changing fast.

"If I let go of such a good opportunity, I would be really unwilling to accept it," Chen Yuan shook his head.

"Then... are you sure? Wu Yushan and Wang Lin in the prison are among the best experts in the county government," a trace of worry flashed in Wang Ping's eyes.

Chen Yuan got along with him, and he always regarded Chen Yuan as his good brother. He really didn't want to see any accidents during the competition.

"There are billions of points."

A little bit, Brother Yuan, you dare to bet?

Wang Ping was shocked and could not hear the jokes in Chen Yuan's words.

"You will know naturally then."

"Brother Yuan, don't show off," Wang Ping said, and sighed again:

"It would be great if Brother Yuan, you really could become the headmaster, so I can also benefit from some of my brothers."

"Don't worry, it will benefit you."

"Brother Yuan, look."

Suddenly, Wang Ping paused, raised his eyebrows, and signaled Chen Yuan to look to the front left.

There, white silk was hung.

There are two big characters hanging on the plaque in front of the door, Tie Mansion!

Since Song Laoliu died, Tie Qinghua will naturally no longer regard herself as Mrs. Song, but Iron Lady.

"I heard that the Iron Prison Head's body was not found, and several corpses were mixed together. The only one that was well preserved was the Iron Prison Head's spear."

Wang Ping smacked his lips, as if he was a little regretful.

"Why, the Iron Prisoner is kind to you, why do you look like a pity?" Chen Yuan glanced at Wang Ping.

"No, what is the identity of the Iron Prisoner? How could I have something to do with him for no reason?"

"Okay, go and patrol ahead."

Chen Yuan whispered.

"Ai Brother Yuan, do you say that if Tie Xuan dies, can these industries under his command be preserved? I heard that Tie Madam's strength is just blood refining, and it is not like Zhu Sihai of the Four Seas Gang. It is better if the Huang family is destroyed."

"I'm afraid it's very difficult, it depends on what the Iron Lady has."

"Hey, a woman has a nickname for Iron Lady. I just don't know if I can still be so strong after the Iron Prisoner dies."

Wang Ping's tone had some meaning of watching the fun without bothering.

"No matter how hard it is, we're not going to worry about it."

Chen Yuan rebuked lightly.

Wang Pingcan smiled and stopped discussing the matter of the white and white, but instead shook his eyes and said:

"Brother Yuan, the courtesan of Yanyulou, really don't want to try it? Maybe... in the future, I can get a prize for tomorrow's competition."

"If you want to go, I will practice tonight."

"You still practice qigong tonight?"

"Otherwise, how do you think strength comes from? The sword is sharpened, and the fragrance of plum blossoms comes from the bitter cold. Only by practicing hard can you have strength that others cannot have."

"The sword is sharpened by the sharpening, and the fragrance of plum blossoms comes from the bitter cold... Brother Yuan, I suddenly realized that you are quite literary." Wang Ping muttered.

"Of course, do you think I've been studying in a private school for a few years?"

"I seem to read more books than you, why are you so outstanding?"

Chen Yuan said nothing.

"Forget it, Brother Yuan, if you practice hard tonight, then I will go to Yanyulou tonight to see if it is really as my father said, and the years will not leave any trace. If it is really good, you will definitely go there another day."

"Let's talk about it another day."

"Stop talking, Brother Yuan, you have changed. You were not so tempted by this kind of thing before..."

......

......

late at night.

Chen Yuan’s home.

After finishing the knife practice, Chen Yuan took a deep breath, put the long knife in the scabbard, hung it on the wall, took out a set of black robe from the cabinet, and hung the black iron mask from the box under the bed on his face.

Walk out of the house quietly.

He was going to visit the Iron Mansion to find Iron Blue and White.

She is not important, and Tie Xuan's death is not important. What is important is the twenty tiger bone pills promised by Tie Blue and White.

Although Chen Yuan had some money in his hands, to be honest, there were few ways. In the county government, he could not be exposed too much before he sat in the captain's seat.

Otherwise, it will cause some unnecessary trouble.

At present, he still relies on iron blue and white.

Moreover, the most important thing is that although the cultivation resources of Tiger Bone Pill can run through the entire foundation-building realm,... after reaching the level of bone refining, it may not be that simple.

You will definitely need some other pill assistance.

The cultivation resources like Tiger Bone Pill are not easily obtained. Chen Yuan’s plan is actually to temporarily support Tiger Blanchuang and White Flowers. Of course, it is too early to say whether it can be said now.

Iron Mansion.

The candlelight gradually faded, and except for the sound of patrol footsteps, the entire Iron Mansion was very quiet.

"Brother, the Tie Prisoner is dead. Are we still working for the Tie Family? But I heard that many forces outside are afraid of the Tie Family's foundation."

"If there is no bone refining expert, I'm afraid..."

Two patrolling Tie Family Guardians, one of them said in a low voice.

It's not just him, since the news of Tie Xuan's death came back, the entire Tie Mansion was shrouded in a panic. The reason why Song Laoliu and Tie Qinghua can firmly grasp these foundations is because of Tie Xuan's reputation.

But now that Tie Xuan died, the demons and demons in Ping'an County will not miss this good opportunity.

Without bone refining experts, the brothels, gambling shops, and pickpocket industries in the hands of the iron blue and white porcelain are a big piece of fat.

"Mrs. I am not bad to us on weekdays, how can we..." Another person hesitated.

"Brother, I'm confused. She treats us well because we work hard for him, but now, we're giving up our lives!"

"I'll think about it again..."

"What else can I think about? In my opinion..."

The two guards walked away, and a black shadow appeared in the corner of the wall and walked in one direction.

In a mourning hall covered with white silk, seven white candles were burning, and gusts of cool breeze blew in from outside the door, and the iron blue and white knelt on the futon was cold.

"rustle..."

Chen Yuan did not hide it. After checking that there were no outsiders around him, he walked into the mourning hall.
Chapter completed!
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