Chapter 12

The ground vibrated irregularly, and hoofs thundered.

As the sun sets, a group of armored cavalry armed with long spears rushes into Pingyang Town aggressively, headed by the guard of Su Mansion, Liu Yu.

"Hurry up, hurry up!"

Liu Yu kept urging, sweating on his forehead, and his expression anxious.

It has been nearly three hours since Su Zimo left Su Mansion, and even the calm and calm Uncle Zheng had endless worries in his eyes at this time.

"Um?"

Liu Yu's eyes condensed, and only a few people not far away were pale and fled hurriedly towards this side, seeming to be greatly frightened.

"These people are the guards of the Zhao family!" Liu Yu's heart was murderous, and he wanted to command and encircle these people.

Uncle Zheng said suddenly: "Leave them alone, go to Zhao's house to save people first!"

On the way from entering Pingyang Town to Zhao's family, Zheng Bo and others saw more than a dozen jianghu masters, and each of them looked terrified and rushed out desperately.

"What happened?"

Zheng Bo and Liu Yu were worried.

Not long after, Uncle Zheng and Liu Yu led hundreds of cavalry to the door of Zhao's house. As they were about to break in, the door of Zhao's house suddenly opened.

A man and a woman came out from inside.

The girl's eyes were covered with several layers of cloth, with sporadic drops of blood splashed on it, her pretty face was pale, her body was still faintly trembling, very pitiful.

The man's clothes were in tatters, and all were stained red with blood. Holding a blood-stained long knife in his left hand and supporting the woman in his right hand, he slowly walked out of Zhao's door.

Everyone's eyes subconsciously passed the pair of men and women, and landed in the Zhao family courtyard.

It was a creepy and unforgettable sight.

The courtyard was littered with dead bodies, scarlet blood still flowing quietly in the cracks of the stone. Some people's bodies were split in half, some people's heads were broken, some people's heads were in different places, and their limbs were still broken. Twitching unconsciously.

Death is permeated, blood is blasted to the sky!

This is simply a terrible and eerie hell!

The man was covered in blood, holding a long knife, as if he was a murderer who had just walked out of hell.

It's just that his eyes are still clear, and the afterglow of the setting sun fell on the man's slightly delicate and tender face, casting a mysterious brilliance.

Hundreds of iron knights are silent!

Even the fierce horse beneath everyone seemed to be stunned by an invisible aura, with their heads hung down as if they were chilling.

Su Zimo at this time made everyone feel a little strange and familiar.

Su Xiaoning seemed to feel something, she tore off the cloth strip in front of her, and couldn't help but look back at the Zhao family compound.

Su Zimo stretched out his palm to block her gaze, and said softly: "Don't look, go home and rest, forget about today."

"Uncle Zheng, Uncle Liu, send Xiao Ning back to the house." Su Zimo's tone sounded calm, but for some reason, everyone present felt flustered.

Uncle Zheng nodded, and Liu Yu quickly stepped forward to help Su Xiaoning mount his horse, and personally escorted to Su Mansion.

Watching Liu Yu and the others leave, Su Zimo left slowly, his steps were a bit heavy, leaving behind a string of bloody footprints, shocking.

"Second Young Master, you..."

Su Zimo waved his back to everyone, and said, "Don't follow me."

Hundreds of iron horses remained motionless, no one questioned or opposed them.

Until Su Zimo's figure disappeared at the end of the long street, everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

Facing this seemingly weak second son of the Su family, these soldiers who had experienced iron-blooded killings felt like they were overwhelmed.

"Mr. Zheng, almost all the people inside are dead, and there are more than a dozen innate masters, including the Patriarchs of Zhao and Li!" Yu Chihuo ran out of the Zhao family compound and said in a low voice.

The crowd was in an uproar.

Seeing the horrible scene in the Zhao family compound, even though everyone had prepared in their hearts, no one thought that in just half a day, more than a dozen congenital masters would be buried here!

More importantly, the Patriarchs of Zhao and Li died, and hundreds of jianghu masters were broken. These two families are equivalent to being removed from Pingyang Town.

These people were all killed by the second son?

This is the doubt in everyone's mind.

Yuchihuo frowned and said: "Mr. Zheng, I heard the meaning of the first son and Liu Yu before. Three months ago, the second son seemed to be able to compete with the masters of the early innate. Become so scary?"

Mr. Zheng looked complicated and sighed: "We guard some secrets and never mention them. Our second son, I'm afraid there are many secrets too."

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Su Zimo returned to his mansion, and the moment he closed the door, his face showed deep exhaustion.

The few wounds on his body were painful even though they didn't lose much blood. What's more, Su Zimo had been fighting for the past three hours, without stopping for a moment, his muscles had already been sore and swollen.

Su Zimo paused for a while before entering the training ground.

For half a year, Su Zimo found that he had an inexplicable dependence on the practice ground. Only when he returned here did he feel like going home.

Die Yue was still sitting on the bluestone, her expression indifferent, she didn't even look at Su Zimo.

But at some point, the wooden barrel was filled with pitch-black liquid medicine, exuding a faint fragrance of medicine.

Su Zimo threw away the Lei Knife, dragged his heavy body, crawled into the wooden barrel, feeling the cold brought by the liquid medicine, but his heart was warm.

Unconsciously, Su Zimo fell asleep.

After half a year of cultivation, the breathing method of the Body Tempering Sutra has become a habit. Even in his sleep, Su Zimo is still practicing, absorbing the essence of the liquid medicine, and tempering the flesh.

This time fighting, Su Zimo really touched the threshold of flesh and blood fossils.

If Su Zimo was awake, he would be surprised to find that the wound on his body was healing at a speed visible to the naked eye.

On the one hand, it comes from the powerful regenerative power of flesh and blood after cultivating the Body Tempering Sutra, on the other hand, it comes from the endless essence in the liquid medicine.

This time the absorption was much faster than usual!

After only three hours of sleep, Su Zimo woke up, his exhaustion was swept away, and his body was full of strength.

Su Zimo's heart moved and he touched the injured location today, but he didn't feel any scars, only his smooth jade skin!

"What a powerful healing ability!" Su Zimo was secretly surprised.

At the same time, Su Zimo's spiritual light flashed, secretly operating the mind of the flesh and blood fossil.

Su Zimo could clearly feel that his muscles tightened instantly, every inch of flesh and blood was squeezed together, there was no gap, and it was as hard as a rock.

"This is a blessing in disguise."

Su Zimo secretly said: "If there is no such traumatic stimulation, in a short period of time, I am afraid it will be difficult to understand the profound meaning of flesh and blood fossils."

Su Zimo got up and said to Die Yue: "I'll go out."

Dieyue seemed to be closing her eyes and restoring her mind if she hadn't heard of it.

Su Zimo walked out of the training ground, went back to the house to change into a blue shirt, and went straight to Su Mansion.

What happened today, Su Zimo's heart was suffocated. It was not aimed at the people of Zhao and Li, but at the people of the Su family and the eldest brother Su Hong.

At this time, the night was thick and there was no one on the long street. Su Zimo used his plowing step and ran wildly. After a while, he arrived at the Su Mansion.

The door of Su Mansion was not closed tightly, but opened.

Su Zimo pondered a little, and walked towards Uncle Zheng's residence.

The small courtyard is not big, and there is a round stone table in the middle. Uncle Zheng is sitting there, and it seems that he has been waiting for a long time.

"Second son, you are still here." Uncle Zheng sighed with emotion.

Su Zimo sat at the stone table, looked at Uncle Zheng's eyes, and said in a deep voice, "Since I know what I came from, Uncle Zheng has to hide it?"

Uncle Zheng smiled bitterly and shook his head.

"Since we were young, the eldest brother forbids us to learn martial arts, sends us outside to study, and does not allow us to intervene in the family business... Too many things, eldest brother is intentionally or unintentionally keeping Xiao Ning and me away from Su's family, Xiao Ning The mind is pure and I can't feel it, but I have already noticed it."

Su Zimo whispered: "If Xiao Ning had practiced martial arts a long time ago, maybe nothing will happen today. I can see that the people who followed Uncle Zheng today are all masters who have experienced many battles, since the family has this. Why didn't he show his strength earlier? What business is the eldest brother doing, is he just selling horses? Why did he go to the country of Yan to do business, but not in the country of Qi?"

Uncle Zheng looked embarrassed, but stopped talking.

The two were relatively silent, and the atmosphere became extremely depressing.

Su Zimo said astonishingly, and suddenly said: "My father and mother were killed by someone, right?"

Uncle Zheng's expression changed, and he returned to normal in an instant.

"Uncle Zheng, Zimo is no longer the weak scholar of the past. I believe you can see what the Su family is afraid of? Who is the enemy of the Su family, tell me!" Su Zimo held Uncle Zheng's arm and looked at him. Exudes a cold light.

Uncle Zheng sighed: "Second Young Master, it's not that I don't want to say it. It's that it's not good for you to say it. You are indeed different from before. You have become stronger, and you can even kill many innate masters, but..."

After a short pause, Uncle Zheng shook his head and said, "But that's just the power of mortals after all."

Familiar words, seemingly familiar.

Six months ago, Shen Mengqi told Su Zimo before leaving, even if you can practice martial arts in the future to reach the acquired and innate realm, it is only the power of a mortal, and it is vulnerable to immortals!

Su Zimo understood the implication of Uncle Zheng's words.

But he didn't expect that as early as many years ago, the enemy of the Su family was the legendary cultivator.

And Su Zimo himself, by mistake, also offended the real Jindan. All this seemed to be fate, going around and around, but couldn't get out of that circle.

"What's the realm of the enemy of the Su Family? Qi-trainer? Foundation-building monk, or the real Jindan?" Su Zi asked indifferently.

I've heard Dieyue say that during the practice, mortals in the condensing state are called Qi practitioners, and they are divided into ten levels. The title of'real person'.

"you..."

Uncle Zheng obviously didn't expect that Su Zimo would know these practice terms and looked surprised.

After a while, Uncle Zheng said, "The foundation-building cultivator and Jindan are too far away from us. They are qi practitioners, and they are definitely not something ordinary mortals can resist."

"Although you can kill innate masters now, in the face of qi practitioners, even a layer of qi practitioners is enough to kill you."

Su Zimo frowned slightly.

Regarding Uncle Zheng's statement, Su Zimo naturally did not believe it.

According to Die Yue, cultivating monsters is also a kind of cultivating, and it will definitely not be weaker than the three disciplines of fairy, Buddha and demons.

He has now practiced into the body tempering chapter of the Twelve Demon Classics of the Great Wilderness. Couldn't he even get a level of Qi Practitioner?

What's more, the two fights in half a year have greatly increased Su Zimo's confidence.

"Uncle Zheng, you mean that if I have the power to kill the trainer, you will tell me everything and no longer hide it?" Su Zimo asked again.

"This..." Uncle Zheng said hesitantly: "Second Young Master, you have no spiritual roots, you can only be a mortal in your life, and you can't compete with the immortals after all."

Su Zimo sneered, remembering what Die Yue had said, and said it smoothly: "What kind of shit immortal is a trainer, even the real Jindan dare not call it an immortal!"

When Die Yue uttered these words, Su Zimo was shocked by the arrogant and contemptuous dominance of heaven and earth.

Today's Uncle Zheng has the same expression, slightly opened his mouth, and his face is full of shock.

"This matter, let's wait until the eldest son comes back." Uncle Zheng finally let go.

"Okay, when the eldest brother comes back, I will ask him."

Su Zimo did not stay, turned and left.