Today, Zhang Xuan was in trouble. He was first treated coldly by the head of the Yang family, and then was bombarded out of the house by Yang Qi's wife, and the seven-star sword was thrown out together.

Zhang Xuan learned from a Yang clan that Yang Qi had not returned home for more than ten years. He married three concubines in Luoyang, but he ignored his first wife for a long time. Their marriage has long been dead.

The Yang clan man who took him in was named Yang Qingming. He was about twenty-five or twenty-six years old. He was as thin as a bamboo pole, as if a gust of wind could blow down. He has not married yet and lives alone in a small house.

When Yang Qingming heard that there would be bandits to attack, he was nervous. Zhang Xuan's tall and burly figure gave him a sense of security.

He poured Zhang Xuan a bowl of water and said with a smile: "Young Master Zhang doesn't have to take it to your heart. That woman has such a bad temper, as if all the Yang family owed her money and didn't pay it back. If the head of the family hadn't seen her pitiful and had nowhere to go, she would have driven her away long ago."

Zhang Xuan would not care about Yang Qi's wife's attitude. He almost forgot what Yang Qi looked like. It would be better if Yang Qi's wife didn't accept this sword, and he wouldn't be willing to give it to him!

Zhang Xuan was concerned about how to find out Yang Xuangan's whereabouts from the head of the Yang family. This was his purpose in coming to Yangjiazhuang.

"Please drink water for Mr. Zhang?"

Seeing that the porcelain bowl was covered with cracks and a large hole was missing on the edge, which was so dirty that he was not willing to drink this kind of water. He asked with a smile: "Is the Qingming Master also a child of the main hall?"

"It's almost the same! But my father is a illegitimate family and belongs to the Lu family county. He has no status in the family. Three years ago, my father passed away. I followed my father's order and returned to the ancestral land of Huayin. In addition, I was in poor health and could only rely on the family's money to live. You can tell if you look at the decorations at home. I'm so poor."

Zhang Xuan originally wanted to ask about Yang Xuangan from him, but after hearing what he said, he gave up his thoughts. Will families who are not even able to entertain guests and drink water know the family secrets of Yang Xuangan's whereabouts?

At this moment, footsteps came from the yard, and several members of the Yang clan stood at the door and said, "Qingming, the head of the family ordered all men under forty to participate in the protection of the village, come too!"

Yang Qingming was startled and stammered: "Two brothers, my situation is special. You all know, how can I... be able to dance with swords and swords?"

"But the head of the family didn't say that you can be special, why don't you explain it to the head of the family yourself!"

Although Yang Qingming was thin and weak, he was not stupid at all. He knew that the head of the family would definitely not give him special treatment. Even if he didn't fight, he would have to participate in the transport of supplies, etc. If he was accidentally shot by a wandering arrow.

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He was panicked and confused, looking at Zhang Xuan pitifully, but Zhang Xuan felt a little moved. Perhaps this was an opportunity. He stood up and walked up and smiled, "Why don't I come and take care of Brother Qingming!"

The room was too dark, and no one noticed Zhang Xuan. A tall and big guy suddenly appeared, and several members of the Yang clan were shocked.

"Who are you--"

"I am the brother of the Qingming elder brother. I just came from Luoyang, brother, right!"

Yang Qingming seemed to have caught a life-saving straw and kept saying: "Yes! Yes! He is my old brother named Zhang Xuan. He just came from Luoyang and he can do it for me."

Several members of the Yang clan looked up and down at Zhang Xuan, and saw that he was tall and burly, with strong arms, and a heavy knife around his waist. At a glance, he knew that he was a martial arts master. It was of course the best for such a master to participate in the defense of Yangjiazhuang.

In fact, everyone didn't want Yang Qingming, a tuberculosis ghost, to guard the village. It was not only useless, but also dragged others down. Everyone looked at each other and smiled and said, "Of course it's OK! Welcome Mr. Zhang, please come with us."

Zhang Xuan picked up the sword and carried it behind his back, smiled and nodded at Yang Qingming, and then quickly followed several Yang's children to the outside of the courtyard.

Yang Qingming looked at Zhang Xuan's back and walked away, and couldn't help laughing proudly. Fortunately, he was smart and brought him into his house, otherwise he would have really not escaped the disaster today.

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As the night gradually became deeper, Zhang Xuan sat in the corner of a big house in the ancestral hall. In addition to his weapons, he also assigned a spear and a pair of bows and arrows.

Compared with Wang Bodang's tough iron spear, this ash rod spear looked very crude, and it seemed to be a spear made of hard jujube wood. The spear head was made of pig iron and it was not sharp enough. Zhang Xuan didn't like it until it was thrown aside.

However, he was a little interested in bows and arrows. This was the standard Badou arch in the army. He used two-foot-long military arrows. Unfortunately, the Badou arch was a little lighter for him. He became bored after playing for less than half an hour.

Zhang Xuan looked at the other people in the big house again. There were about 30 people, including Yang's children and ordinary servants. Almost everyone was sleeping in a drowsy and spent the rest of the afternoon like this, as if the head of the Yang family meant to preserve their physical strength for the evening.

But what about training? Zhang Xuan found it incredible. The top priority for hundreds of tribe members who had never fought a war in the face of the attacks of bandits was not to practice various defensive tactics, but to sleep and rest. In this way, will the family soldiers not be in chaos when they fight?

"Stop thinking about it, there is a head of the family!"

The Yang family's children who were sleeping beside him muttered in a daze, turned over, and when they were about to fall asleep, he said vaguely again, "It's not certain whether there are bandits!"

Zhang Xuan pulled out his battle knife and gently stroked the extremely sharp blade. Whatever others did had nothing to do with him, and he didn't want to lose his life here.

Just as Zhang Xuan was also in a daze and was about to fall asleep, a shout suddenly came from outside: "There is something!"

Zhang Xuan was suddenly awakened and stood up. Seeing that the rest of his tribe were still asleep, he couldn't help but shout in a hurry: "Everyone, get up!"

Everyone was awakened, and many people asked in a daze: "What happened?"

'ah--'

Another scream came from outside, which was particularly shrill, and immediately woke everyone up. Everyone was looking for their shoes and weapons. Someone accidentally knocked over the oil lamp. The room was dark, screams, curses, and chaos.

Zhang Xuan lit a small oil lamp by the window, and there was immediately dim light in the room, and the chaos eased a little.

At this time, someone ran into the yard. His name was Yang Qing, the legitimate son of the Yang family's main hall and the leader of their house. He shouted anxiously: "Come with me to guard the grain warehouse!"

Zhang Xuan followed everyone out of the room. Everyone saw a corpse lying in the corner of the wall. It should be the one who screamed just now. Everyone else shook their heads and sighed, and then hurriedly left.

Only Zhang Xuan found a clue, and he slowly walked forward. The man who was shot to death was wearing thick leather armor and a helmet on his head, as if he was the servant leader he saw at noon.

A wolf-toothed arrow shot into his throat, which surprised Zhang Xuan secretly. Will such an accurate archery technique be an ordinary bandit?

Moreover, this is the ancestral hall in the center of the village, and it is at least two or three hundred steps away from the edge of the nearest village. How can there be such a long range of bows and arrows? There is only one possibility that someone has sneaked into the village.

At this time, the head of the family, Yang Wenxian, led a dozen servants to rush into the courtyard. Seeing that Zhang Xuan was still moving in the courtyard, he couldn't help but roar, "Why haven't you gone out yet?"

"The head of the family, there are already powerful enemies sneaking into the village!" Zhang Xuan said calmly.

Yang Wenxian was stunned, "How do you know?"

Zhang Xuan pointed to the body, "Does the head of the family think the enemy's arrows will shoot into the ancestral hall?"

This is actually a very simple truth, but no one expected it in the chaos, let alone the calmness of Zhang Xuan.

Yang Wenxian suddenly woke up and ordered his side to go, "Go and find the enemy spy!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a sound of bowstrings suddenly came from a distance. Zhang Xuan almost instinctively jumped over Yang Wenxian. He just realized that since this man shot the head of the family to death, would he not take action against the head of the Yang family?

A wolf-toothed arrow almost wiped Yang Wenxian's scalp and penetrated it strongly on a big tree next to it, scaring Yang Wenxian into a cold sweat.

Zhang Xuan had extraordinary eyesight. He had already seen a black shadow and hid fifty steps away on a big tree near the wall.

He was furious and rushed towards the big tree with his knife. The black shadow found something wrong and jumped off the wall and ran wildly. Zhang Xuan jumped up to the wall, jumped past, and chased towards a deep alley.

Yang Wenxian realized that this young man had saved his life just now!

It seems that he had seen him there? Yang Wenxian thought for a while, and Zhang Xuan's tall figure suddenly reminded him, wasn't that young man just now the young man who gave Yang Qi a sword in the morning?

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Zhang Xuan ran all the way. He practiced tracking skills in the special forces team and was extremely sensitive to sounds. He could accurately grasp the target in various noises.

No matter how the other party ran, he was staring at him. The area around the ancestral hall was located halfway up the mountain, and the terrain was bumpy. When Zhang Xuan rushed to a yard, the footsteps suddenly disappeared. Zhang Xuan immediately became alert and walked towards the gate of the other side step by step.

This is an empty courtyard with walls around it, with only two doors, east and west, and the other party may only hide behind the east gate.

"Stop, where to run!"

Zhang Xuan shouted, and as he was about to rush out of the door, his body suddenly shrank again, and a cold light flashed, a sharp short sword pierced through his eyes, but a sword pierced the sky.

Zhang Xuan sneered and punched him hard, hitting the opponent's arm with a heavy blow, with a crack sound, then a wailing sound, the black shadow fell to the ground, and the bow and arrow on the other hand were thrown out a few steps away.

Zhang Xuan stepped forward and stepped on the assassin's head, but unexpectedly found that the other party's figure was very familiar and thin. He looked down and immediately cried out, "Why are you?"

Under the moonlight, the murderer turned out to be the weak Yang Qingming. Zhang Xuan was stunned for a moment, clenched his teeth, and used force under his feet, "Tell me! Who are you?"

Although Yang Qingming was broken, he was still very tough. He whispered: "The surname is Zhang, I advise you not to wade into this muddy water, otherwise you won't know how you die!"

"Tell me first, who are you?"

"I'll scare you to death when I say it. I can't change my surname. Yuwen Qingming, the eighth Grandpa under General Yuwen, is a famous skeleton of the magic arrows. Have you heard of it?"

Although Zhang Xuan had never heard of any magical arrow skeleton, he understood the causes and consequences. Yang Qingming should have been an undercover agent sent by Yuwen Shu to the Yang family three years ago. It is estimated that Yang Xuangan's rebellion was the information that this person first discovered.

Zhang Xuan realized in his heart and said coldly: "It seems that it is not a bandit attack today. It is you who attacked the Yang family, right?"

"You are smart. If you let me go, you can leave Yangjiazhuang immediately. I won't remember your revenge for breaking your arm, otherwise-"

"Otherwise, what, otherwise you will kill me? Unfortunately, I don't like you!"

Zhang Xuan held up his sword and stabbed him violently. Yang Qingming screamed and died immediately.

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Chapter completed!