Chapter Seventy-Three: Yao Mi's suicide note, the root is not in me

It is said that Chen Jiu is just a pseudonym.

At the beginning, with the appearance of the surname Chen, one person challenged nine people on the heavenly list within ten days, and none of them were defeated. This is the achievement of the name of "Chen Jiu".

And the Heavenly List is recognized by the Han Xia warriors as the most authoritative Grandmaster Xia Tianjiao Ranking.

Five years ago, Chen Yuan was able to beat the top nine on the heavenly list. At that time, "9,000 years old" was only ranked eighth.

Therefore, one can imagine how terrifying Chen Jiu's prestige sounded to the older generation of martial artists.

"Five years ago, he was already the first person under the grandmaster. Now our '9,000-year-old' is still in retreat to impact the grandmaster. I'm afraid he's already touched the threshold of the grandmaster. ”

In the video, the man with his hands behind his back sighs.

"Why isn't it a grandmaster?" Ai Xiujie asked.

"Grandmaster's step is too difficult. No matter how high Chen Jiu's qualifications were, it was impossible for him to impact the Grandmaster in such a short period of time. ”

"If the Grandmaster was so easy to achieve, there wouldn't be so many hot weapons in this world. ”

Although Gu Wumen advocates personal force, he is still self-aware of himself.

Ai Xiujie was silent.

It turned out that Chen Jiu's name was so terrifying. Is the first person under the grandmaster?

"You don't have to worry about this matter, take over the Suzhou and Hangzhou branches. ”

After saying this, the holographic image disappears.

Ai Xiujie deeply remembered the name "Chen Jiu".

Kyoto, Headquarters of the Kobu Association.

"Nine thousand years old, he's back. ”

Outside a tower, the man in the image reappears. Respectfully reported to the tower.

"Well, check it out. I just hope he's not from the military. ”

It took a long time for a sigh to be heard from inside the tower.

The influencing man respectfully said "yes", then bent back.

At that time, the man who made the entire martial arts world tremble as soon as he appeared, but he respectfully worshiped his righteous brother in Shanghai.

The soldiers of the two companies stood solemnly in the rain.

The heads of the four major families are dressed in plain clothes and are reburying Zhao Zigui.

"Lift the coffin, bury!"

"Shoot, salute!"

Bang bang bang!!

The soldiers of the two companies, in unison, raised their guns and fired cannons.

The people in the village next to the martyr's cemetery heard the gunshots and were shocked.

"What's going on on Nanshan? Isn't there a martyr coming home there?"

A question came to their minds.

"It's been a long time since there's been such a big movement. An old woman on crutches, her cloudy eyes looked in the direction of Nanshan.

Nanshan Martyrs Cemetery.

In her impression, except for the first round, no one seemed to have come.

"Those who can be buried there are worthy of respect. At the foot of the South Mountain, the old man who was farming stopped what he was doing, took off his hat, and saluted in that direction.

"I heard that a noble man recently came there. The martyrs' cemetery was renovated once. ”

"Now in the martyrs' cemetery, there is no longer a muddy road under the mountain. Instead, there is an expressway that leads directly to the city. ”

"What kind of talent can make the leaders of the city center come to pay their respects?"

At this moment, the martyr's cemetery has been completely banned.

It was raining, and it seemed to set off the sad and solemn atmosphere.

"Brother Zigui. Your big brother is back. Let's go in peace. The fat flesh on the big belly of the blue fat man trembled, and the corners of his eyes gradually moistened.

The funeral of the emperor's family, the local military dignitaries, and some Shanghai city leaders who knew the inside story all came.

But Chen Yuan said that this is a family matter. And didn't let them in.

Those people could only wear black clothes and watch from afar.

"Twelve shots, this is the standard etiquette of sending martyrs in Han Xia. ”

The old man, who was leaning on his body, suddenly stood straight. Looking in the direction of Nanshan, there was a hint of awe.

Five hours later.

Zhao Zigui's tombstone was re-erected.

"For the country, the martyr's cemetery should have a name. If you are a family, your children and grandchildren will leave your name. ”

"Zigui, you are going for Hucheng. I bury you here. ”

"It's beautiful and quiet. You go to sleep first. They'll be there for you soon. ”

The Zhao family used to be the largest commercial household in Shanghai, and the taxes and fees paid every year were enough for all civil servants in Shanghai to spend for half a year.

And now the Pearl Tower in Shanghai is built by him single-handedly.

Zigui was not a soldier before his death, and he went to make meritorious contributions to Hucheng.

What's more, he is a relative of the emperor. So the exception is buried here.

Chen Yuan put the white chrysanthemum in his hand in front of the tombstone and said something to Zhao Zigui for a long time.

"Mr. Chen, we're done. We ......," the head of the Wei family asked tremblingly.

He still had a little luck in his heart.

What he should have done has already been done, so Chen Yuan should let them go. After all, the Wei family is the most obedient one, and only they went to the riverside memorial.

"I'll give you two days to explain what happened. ”

"Of course, you can continue to send people to kill me for the next two days. ”

Chen Yuan dropped this sentence and left.

In one sentence, the fate of the four major families was decided.

One hundred and dozens of people, the hatred of blood, of course, has to be repaid by life.

Although the four of them had been prepared for a long time, when this sentence came out of Chen Yuan's mouth in person, their faces became even more desolate.

It was as if someone had suddenly pronounced a death sentence.

Next.

The Red League was exposed and has disintegrated.

The head of the Wei family left a suicide note and took the lead in committing suicide by taking poison in his own home.

The next day.

The head of the Qin family and the Han family died one after another.

Their family business was dissolved.

Four family masters, three collapsed.

Shanghai seems to have ushered in darkness ahead of time, and the economy seems to be fluttering in the wind and rain.

"The teacher said that you are a decent person. Should go decently. ”

"But if you don't want to be decent, I'll help you walk decently. ”

Qinglong didn't know when, he appeared outside Zhang Yaomi's room.

He also had a knife in his hand.

Zhang Yaomi, who was sitting in front of the dresser, trembled with a makeup pen in her hand.

She is indeed a decent person.

So even if you die, you have to paint yourself with good makeup and walk beautifully.

"Can you let my brother go. I broke his legs. There is no threat to you. Zhang Yaomi continued to put on makeup, enduring the fear of death, and said tremblingly to the green dragon.

"To be honest, the Wei family can stay rooted. Your three major families are the main culprits and cannot be left behind. Qinglong said lightly.

The knife he was playing with was getting faster and faster.

"Chen Yuan, do you really want to be so desperate?"

Zhang Yaomi laughed miserably.

She slowly stood up. He placed a letter in his bosom on the table.

"Since my Zhang family has no way out, I can't even keep my roots. Then I don't have to carry this black cauldron. ”

"Give this letter to your teacher. If he still has the power to take revenge, he would have sought them. ”

"I'll go first on Huangquan Road and wait for you and your teacher underground. ”

Zhang Yaomi was dressed in red and tied up her hair.

Even if it was death, she didn't want to wear that black and white shroud. She wanted to go with a bang.

"The teacher said that you can only use the shroud and coffin he gave. ”

"Wreaths have already been placed in the other three. It's yours. ”

Qinglong Road.

December 30, 9012.

The Red League of the First Chamber of Commerce in Shanghai was dissolved. Fourth, the master hanged himself at home. The four major families went bankrupt and their companies were deregistered.

Only the Wei family, at night, quietly walked a young man named Wei Wu.

"Teacher. The boy had already sent him away, and had told him never to go to Hucheng. Qinglong knelt down on one knee and reported to Chen Yuan.

And Chen Yuan sat in the chairman's office of China Resources and did not speak, as if he had not heard what Qinglong had reported.

Five minutes later.

Chen Yuan withdrew his gaze from the letter in his hand.

Muttering to himself out the window.

"I thought that the decline of the Zhao family and the death of Zigui's younger brother were just emotional betrayals and business disputes. It turns out that you guys are behind the scenes. Chen Yuan's eyes concealed a trace of murderous intent.