When he returned to the Xu Mansion that night, Xu Houcong, with a gloomy face, had not had time to speak, and several left-behind disciples surrounded him. As Zhao Qing hurriedly closed the door, one of them whispered: "Master, someone came in in the evening, which was written by Qing Fengnian. He said that he would definitely find his junior brother back and give him an explanation."

"I'm sure it's him?"

"It is a common arrowhead for celebrating the good times, and the technique is also unique to our Divine Bow Sect."

Hearing this, Xu Houcong immediately lowered his eyelids, and couldn't tell whether he was happy or disappointed.

If Qingfengnian kidnapped his son, the square-minded boy would definitely not hurt an innocent child. As long as he tried hard in Yue Qianqiu or other places, the son would probably be sent back safely. But now it seems that the situation was not done by Qingfengnian, and the boy tried his best to investigate, which might touch the sensitive nerves of some people. At that time, if someone was killed and silenced...

He took a light breath, then made a gesture, and ordered everyone to follow him to return to the main hall. He sat down in the main seat in the middle, looked around at the dozen people standing in front of him, and he couldn't help but feel full of energy.

There were more than a hundred people who followed him to Shangjing, but what he trusted the most were the elite among these dozen elites and the confidants! Each one respected and loved him like his father, and was his most reliable team!

He first looked at the disciples on the left who were transferred to Qiushousi by the emperor's Jinkou Yuyan because he killed the enemy and made achievements in Jingling that night, and nodded slightly and said, "The Prince of Lanling, who is temporarily acting in Qiushousi, has transferred you to me. In this way, I can use the name of Qiushousi to investigate the whereabouts of your junior brother, and the assassination of King Jin. Although you have not been in Qiushousi for a long time, if you want to find out as soon as possible, you have to take the burden on it."

"Yes, Master!"

"As for you guys..." Xu Houcong looked at the disciples who had stayed in the Xu Mansion on the right, "You can recall the situation of the kidnap before, discuss it carefully with everyone, and think about the people who might do this."

Just as he assigned the left and right sides, his eyes fell on Zhao Qing in the middle, the only young man who was a personal guard who followed his master into the imperial guards took a step forward and said in a deep voice: "Master, I just heard a piece of news that Wang Jingnan's son, Wang Feng, the right general of the imperial guards, changed his habit of guarding Wang Jingnan at home a few days ago, and went in and out of several royal relatives' residences."

Seeing Xu Houcong tied a knot on his eyebrows, he suddenly said softly: "Master, we are the deputy envoy of Qiushou, Chief Lou Ying, who has lobbed the north, but now we are incompatible with the Qiushou Commander Wang Jingnan. The dignitaries and nobles in the capital are not goodwill to us. The abducted junior brother this time is likely to be a fan of the flames. I hope we will fight with Xiao Jingxian and the Southern Dynasties to both sides. You said before that Eunuch He and the acquiesced you to mobilize the good men in the imperial guards to investigate this private matter, plus the attitude of the Prince Lanling of Qiushou Commander..."

Before Zhao Qing finished speaking, Xu Houcong realized that according to this apprentice, his unbacked person might have been thrown out as a knife by the most hard-core royal party He Jintong and Kang Le, as well as the slick Prince Xiao Changgong, who was the sly-minded prince of Lanling.

At this moment, he couldn't help but think that Zhao Qing's guess might be correct, but is there another possibility that his son was not kidnapped by the Southern Dynasties or those who were dissatisfied with him, but was held in his hands by these imperial parties, forcing him to make a sharp knife that cleansed those dissatisfied with the emperor in the capital like Xiao Jingxian did in the past?

"Master, Master?"

Waking up by these repeated calls, Xu Houcong thought that Xiao Changgong had told him that the emperor had a variety of people. If he had made achievements in the future, he would not only be able to be a princess, but one day he might also be able to be a king. He couldn't help but take a deep breath. He was always decisive in killing and was completely cruel.

At worst, he would do his best. His son would just take his time as he was dead. He would first catch the tails of the foxes who were trying to make trouble in the capital! He was less than fifty years old. If he was rich and rich in the future, he would not be unable to give birth to a son!

"It seems that we don't have time to waste our time on negotiations anymore. You can do it separately and keep an eye on the Third Princess' Mansion, Xianning County Prince's Mansion, and An Prince's Mansion..."

Just as Xu Houcong was giving these confidant disciples face-to-face advice, a loud scream came from the outside. He frowned and asked Zhao Qing to go out for a look. But as soon as he opened the door, he slammed the door and then turned around and said to Xu Houcong in a panic: "Master, it's the senior sister... She has invited all the elders!"

This senior sister, who is mediocre in martial arts, is older than most of them. She has been taking care of them since she was a child, and is the person they fear the most besides their master!

Among these disciples, Ji Yunjia, who is both Xu Houcong's personal disciple and Xu Houcong's son-in-law, is even more at a loss. His wife is gentle and capable, but she is very stubborn at the critical moment. Now that his younger brother has been kidnapped, he is eager to be in a hurry, and even if he goes out, he may not be able to suppress it!

Xu Houcong's wife died early, and there was a huge sect to manage. In the past, she had to rack her brains to deal with military commanders sent by the court again and again. Therefore, for sons with poor qualifications, he naturally spent limited time. Most of the time, his elder sister was like his mother, and his eldest daughter was taking care of his younger brother. Compared to him, several elders were very good to his sweet-mouthed son.

So, seeing Zhao Qing's panicked look, he also realized that his daughter had invited his peer-age brothers to put pressure on him, and he was even more upset. He stood up and strode to the door, pushed Zhao Qing away and opened the door. Hearing his daughter crying and calling him father, he shouted angrily: "Xiao Guang is not dead yet, so it's necessary to be so depressed? Am I discussing with someone?"

If Xu Wen was beaten to death, she would not dare to fight with her father, but now she is involved in the life and death of her younger brother, but she is willing to go out and kneel straight to the ground and stammers her neck: "My younger brother is only twelve years old. He was kidnapped for a whole day, and he has no whereabouts. Even others don't even bother to mention the conditions. This is clearly a must! Dad said he is discussing with his senior brothers and sisters to find him. How can he find him in the capital?

After being questioned by his daughter, Xu Houcong couldn't help but be red in face and had a thick neck. He punched the door frame with a heavy punch: "Okay, then what do you think should you find? Are you going to come up with an idea?"

"I want me to make the decision..." Xu Wen took a deep breath, staring at her eyes and said word by word, "Today, Qingfeng Nian has already sent a message, saying that he will definitely track down to the end. I know his character. As long as he says, he will definitely do it. As long as there is a glimmer of hope, he will bring his younger brother back! Dad, have you ever thought about it? If you weren't as eye-catching and conspicuous in Shangjing, how could anyone kidnap your younger brother? You shouldn't have been thinking about wading into this muddy water. We left our hometown and headed north, it was wrong..."

Just as the word "wrong" was said, she felt a flash of wind in front of her, and then she was slapped heavily on her face. She couldn't control her body and fell heavily to the ground with the force. But when she covered her face and struggled and turned her head to look at Xu Houcong, who was ashen looking at the gray-faced Xu Houcong, she still shouted in a crying voice.

"Dad, even if you beat me to death, I will say that at this time, others will only treat you as a knife. Only a gentleman like Senior Brother Qing will take your younger brother's affairs seriously!"

"Enough!" Xu Houcong shouted again, then looked at the elders brought by his daughter with cold eyes, and said unquestionably, "Take Wen'er down and teach her well! We lived a life of stagnation in the Southern Dynasty, but now we have a mansion and our disciples have a bright future. If we were tortured because Xiaoguang was kidnapped, we would only decline and disappear. How can we be worthy of our ancestors who founded their foundation?"

Speaking of this, he turned around and entered the main hall without looking back, slamming the door.

Xu Wen felt that the two doors seemed to fall heavily on her face. Thinking that her husband was also in this hall, she didn't dare to say a word for her, she couldn't help crying. Until she pressed a hand on her shoulder and heard the sound of uncle's low persuasion in her ears, and someone helped her up, she stood up in a daze and staggered back.

When she left the hall far away, she whispered: "Dear Masters and Uncles, Dad seems to be glorious now, but his real team is only the people of our Shengong Sect. Today is my younger brother, maybe other senior brothers, maybe you, maybe he himself! How many people in Beiyan will really treat us as their own people? Although there are more than a hundred people in the Shengong Sect, is it really enough to fill in that bottomless pit? Dad is not looking for his younger brother now. He is dedicated to serving as a knife for others and gaining glory and wealth!"

Several brothers of the same generation as Xu Houcong looked at each other and sighed deeply at the same time.

Because the Southern Wu court had too much control over the martial arts world in the past, Xu Houcong made a strong decision and even arranged everything early, and they had to agree to go north. But now Xu Houcong is soaring, and his disciples seem to have a bright future, but that is Xu Houcong and his own disciples, and they and their disciples are not yet on their turn.

What's more, the bizarre and changeable situation in Beiyan and the tragic situation of extermination at every turn made them feel palpitations.

"Wen'er, want to be more open."

Faced with such pale and powerless comfort, Xu Wen felt as if she was stolen. After shaking her head, she shook her head and then shook everyone away and staggered back to the room alone.

She couldn't sleep all night and didn't wait for her husband to return. After getting up in the early morning, she didn't care about the bright red slap marks on her face that had not faded at all. She went to the main hall where Xu Houcong met and discussed the matter last night, but she got a news that made her heart sank.

"Mr. Zuo Xiang went out to be assassinated in the early morning. Has his father been rushing over?"

When Xu Wen saw that the junior brother who was talking did not dare to look up at her, she couldn't help but say in a voice that was even worse than crying: "I haven't found my brother yet, and my dad still has the heart to take care of others?"

"Sister Sister, don't worry..."

Ignoring the comforting words, Xu Wen turned around and left. She ignored the obstacles of several disciples and insisted on walking out of the door. She actually had a hint of extravagance in her heart, hoping that the people who were watching the Xu family would take her away. However, she stood outside the door for a long time, but she didn't wait for half of the suspicious person, and finally had to let go of the only extravagance and walked towards the street corner with one foot high and one foot low.

The two young disciples were worried and wanted to chase her back, but they couldn't help but Xu Wen was also a martial artist. After walking out of the street, she felt like she had returned to her soul. She got into the crowd in just a few seconds and completely threw them away. After searching for her in the neighborhood, they could only return home in a bad mood, but they didn't know if they should find someone to report this to Xu Houcong.

Xu Wen, who had thrown away all his tails, finally appeared in front of the Jin Palace after crossing most of the capital.
Chapter completed!