However, Chen Sheng in front seemed to have not heard it, and continued to say to himself: "I will call you Brother Zhao from now on."

After saying that, he accelerated his pace. Zhao Jin was stunned and thought that he seemed to be a few months younger than Chen Sheng, so why did he become Brother Zhao? But he didn't argue. It was important to hurry up at this time.

Not long after entering the north of the city, Zhao Jin called to stop the team and said to Liu Yong: "Take me off your clothes and go to bed now. Get up tomorrow morning. Let Shi Tou, Daxiang and the others go to our yard, and then let Chen Ergou come too. Everyone is better as soon as possible. Do you understand?"

"Please don't worry, brother!" The late night answered, and everyone was not polite, with the meaning of orders and orders, but everyone took it for granted.

After saying that, he handed the coat that was splashing blood and flesh to Zhao Jin. Liu Yong turned his head and left. The three of them didn't go far. Zhao Jin whispered: "Let's go to the yard of martial arts practice first."

Although Wang Zhaojing and Chen Sheng didn't know why, they followed him. When they arrived at the yard that Zhao Zhenxing left for Zhao Jin, Zhao Jin took out the key from under the stone beside the door, opened the door lightly, and signaled the two of them to go in.

"Brother Zhao, I still have to go back early." "So, I." Wang Zhaojing and Chen Sheng said one after another.

Zhao Jin turned around and said "shush", and the two of them didn't say anything at once. Zhao Jin raised his voice and said, "We shouldn't come out so early in the future. You two are just yawning there, so why are you practicing martial arts?"

Chen Sheng was stunned, but Wang Zhaojing immediately understood and replied loudly with a smile: "Brother Zhao, the ancients danced when they heard the chicken, so we can't be inferior to the ancients!"

Zhao Jin lowered his voice again and said to Chen Sheng: "Swap the bloody clothes with me."

Only then did Chen Sheng understand the purpose of Zhao Jin and Wang Zhaojing's answer just now, and whispered: "You have a lot of ideas."

After Zhao Jin's second uncle Zhao Zhenxing passed away, his old clothes were washed and tidied by He Cuihua and placed them in the house as they were, and they were just right to change into their clothes.

During the battle, Zhao Jin was brave enough, while Chen Sheng killed Cheng Tongtou. Both of them had blood splatters of different degrees. Zhao Jin changed into Zhao Zhenxing's old clothes and was quite fit, while Chen Sheng was fat and looked smaller in dress.

After finishing the tidying up, the two of them washed their faces with water from the bucket, soaked up three blood-stained clothes, and then left the house.

Zhao Jin did not continue to stay in this yard, but just closed the door vigorously, and made a loud noise when locking it.

When walking on the street, Chen Sheng whispered: "Even if the neighbors around him hear the movement, they can only hear the sound of us leaving the yard. Isn't this a flaw and doubt?"

"If they hear us leaving, they will think that when we come, they will not hear it because they are sleeping, and will not doubt it." Zhao Jin, who had done all this, also felt very relaxed and replied with a smile.

Chen Sheng was stunned and nodded thoughtfully.

After walking a few steps, Wang Zhaojing asked in a low voice: "Brother Zhao, why did you ask Xiaoyong to chop the body with an axe?"

"The weapons of our three are special, and their use of martial arts is also different from ordinary people. If experienced people can easily see them, they are common in martial arts and fights like swords and axes, and they will not be traced to us." Zhao Jin whispered and said.

"Brother Zhao's thinking is really meticulous." Wang Zhaojing nodded in thought.

Chen Sheng, who was walking beside him, laughed and said, "How come our Xuzhou constable took such a lot of time? He is a low-ranking person and will die if he dies. Who cares about him?"

At this time, everyone was relaxed and chatting without words. Everyone couldn't help but yawn. Along the way, the excitement gradually faded, but the sleepiness came.

As soon as he left this street, it was already five o'clock. The sky was already white. Not long after, Chen Sheng turned on the way home. Before leaving, Zhao Jin said, "You must go to that yard early today. Don't delay, the matter is not over yet."

Zhao Jin and Wang Zhaojing's family were not far away, and they broke up at Zhao Jin's door. Zhao Jin reminded him: "If your family asks, they will ask me to practice martial arts and run. Everything is pushed to me and I will explain."

Wang Zhaojing nodded with a smile, clasped his fists and said goodbye. Zhao Jin stood in front of the door and watched Wang Zhaojing walk out of this street, thinking that if Wang Zhaojing's father Wang Youshan wanted to live in this area, he and Wang Zhaojing were simply two people from heaven and earth, and would not have any intersection.

He felt emotion in his heart. Zhao Jin turned around and wanted to push the door. Before he touched the door panel, he was a little stunned. When he left, the door was closed, but now the door was half open. What's going on? Could it be that it was blowing by the wind, but there was no wind this night.

Zhao Jin pushed the door open in confusion and walked in. As soon as he entered his yard, he heard something moving in the yard. He was very familiar with the sound, it was the sound of his father practicing knife.

Turning over the screen, I saw that it was Zhao Zhentang practicing knife. Now the sky is slightly white and his vision is not so blurry. I can see Zhao Zhentang wearing neat clothes, waving the knife there, and the monkey sat listlessly on the wooden stand yawning.

Zhao Jin clearly remembered that his father would practice swords only when he was in a red deal the next day, that is, when he was executed and beheaded, but he didn't remember mentioning it last night that his father Zhao Zhentang would definitely say it in the past.

"Dad, you get up so early to practice knife!" Zhao Jin greeted with a smile.

Zhao Zhentang slashed, then stood up, and said calmly: "You can go out to run so early to practice martial arts, why can't I get up early to practice swords?"

Hearing this, Zhao Jin's heart was shocked. He didn't know what his father meant, but it sounded wrong. Did his father know what happened last night?

Before Zhao Jin could speak, Zhao Zhentang said again: "You have to work hard to practice martial arts. I see that you have been lazy these days. You can take off your horse and stab the wooden target on the east wall a thousand times. You must stab it accurately. Practice now!"

Just as Zhao Jin was about to speak, Zhao Zhentang glared and scolded: "I still want to bargain when practicing martial arts, go quickly!"

Zhao Zhentang seemed unpredictable this morning. Zhao Jin felt something was wrong, but he didn't dare to question and talk back. He had to obediently walk to the wooden target on the east wall with his spear and start assassination.

After arranging him, Zhao Zhentang entered the house by himself. Zhao Jin recalled while acting, but couldn't think of any flaws. He was doing it in a very secretive way along the way, and it was unlikely that anyone would know.

Not long after, Zhao Zhentang left the house, holding a teapot and tea bowl in his hand, and greeted Zhao Jin and said, "I don't know if I'm going out to practice martial arts so early, and I don't know if you are drinking water. Are you strengthening your body or harming your body? Come and drink water quickly."

Zhao Jin didn't dare to argue, and was a little confused. He went over to drink water obediently. The water was still warm. He felt thirsty when he drank it. He drank a few bowls. While drinking water, Zhao Zhentang poured water, but thrust his nose a few times, and then stopped his movements.

This action made Zhao Jin even more unclear, so Zhao Zhentang was silent for a while before sighing, touching Zhao Jin's forehead and saying, "If you practice martial arts, don't hurt yourself, practice martial arts well!"

After saying that, Zhao Zhentang picked up the knife again, and the father and son started practicing silently. Since his father didn't say anything, Zhao Jin naturally wouldn't make it clear to ask or explain.

During the monotonous and repeated movements, Zhao Jin's sleepiness gradually rose, but he could only endure it. After a while, the sleepiness finally passed.

When they were running in the past, He Cuihua and the Zhao family also got up. Seeing that the father and son were practicing martial arts, He Cuihua didn't think anything was wrong, but just muttered, "Why did you get up so early today?" and went to prepare breakfast.

After practicing for dinner, Zhao Zhentang went to the yamen to work, and didn't say anything from beginning to end. Zhao Jin finally relaxed.

Mu Shulan's eyes were still red, and she didn't know if she had cried last night or had not had a good rest. After helping to clean up the dishes, she wanted to follow Zhao Jin to the yard to practice martial arts as usual. Unexpectedly, Zhao Jin asked her to stay at home. The smart girl of Bingxue quickly reacted and lowered her voice and asked, "What happened yesterday?"

Yesterday, Zhao Jin discussed with Chen Ergou and Liu Yong in the yard, and Mu Shulan was listening in the room, and could probably guess what was going to happen.

Zhao Jin nodded, Mu Shulan grabbed Zhao Jin's hand and whispered: "Brother Xiao Jin, you have to be careful."
Chapter completed!