Jiang Han was held by his mother and stood in a corner of the high wall, guarded by a soldier, but he could clearly see everything under the high wall. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Hundreds of horsemen came, similar to the Jiang clan's iron horses, and they were also unified heavy armored war horses, the only difference was that the armor of these iron horses was scarlet blood, which looked quite hideous, with a stream of evil qi emitted.

Judging from his intuition, Jiang Han felt that these iron horsemen called the 'Northern March' were even more powerful.

Hundreds of iron horsemen stopped in front of the moat, and a strong man led by him stepped forward, his outfit was slightly different from that of others, with two scars on his face, looking at the people on the high wall of the Jiang family, he showed a sneer: "Jiangyang Mountain, this year's annual tax should be paid." ”

"The strength of this scar man is probably very high, hundreds of ironclad heavy riders, unified cultivators, this kind of force should be the heroes of the rampant side. Jiang Han looked at it: "Moreover, these three hundred iron horsemen should not be all the troops of this 'northbound cottage'." ”

Like ordinary bandit cottages, unless they want to raise up and kill, they will generally go down the mountain to collect money, and they will definitely not go out with the whole army.

"However, if they really want to fight, they shouldn't be able to win!" Jiang Han made a judgment.

Not to mention anything else, the dozens of high-level powerhouses of the Jiang clan alone are not easy to get along with, and there are hundreds of Jiang clan's heavy riders who are not weak with the same strength.

"Three masters, I haven't seen you for a year, and the style is still the same!" Zhuangzhong Jiang Yangshan stood on the high wall and said with a smile: "We will definitely pay the annual fee, but I don't know how much the annual fee will be this year!"

"Old man Jiang, don't fight with me, your Jiang clan, Lei clan, and Mu clan have mined the Qingling ore vein together. The scar man sneered: "This year's annual fee is not much, eight thousand yuan stones!"

"What, eight thousand yuan stones!"

"In previous years, it was only 3,000 yuan stone, but this year it has risen to 8,000, it's too bullying!"

The Jiang people on the high wall immediately became dissatisfied and roared angrily.

"It seems that you don't want to pay it?" The scar man roared, with a fierce light in his eyes: "I said eight thousand is eight thousand, dare not to pay, is it to be the enemy of my northbound cottage?"

"Buzz!"

Hundreds of horsemen behind him, dozens of people immediately raised their strong bows, and the arrows were wound, and a faint cold glow reflected them.

"Xiong Kai, tell me again, how much do I have to pay the annual fee of the Jiang family?" A flat voice sounded, although it sounded very soft, but it clearly spread to all directions, so that everyone could hear it clearly.

"Who?" said the Scar Man frowned slightly.

"Me!" Jiang Zheng, who was dressed in white, appeared on the high wall and smiled slightly: "Xiong Kai, what's the matter, don't you know each other?"

The moment Jiang Zheng appeared, the scarred man's pupils shrank, and the corners of his mouth that were originally sneering instantly froze, and even the war horse under his crotch couldn't help but take a few steps back.

"Cold Knife Jiangzheng!" the scar man said with some horror, with fear in his eyes.

"I don't know that the adults are here, and I hope that the adults will atone for their sins, I don't know what the adults are doing here!"

The man with the scar did not hesitate at all, immediately turned over and dismounted, knelt down on one knee and said respectfully, without pausing, not even showing the slightest dissatisfaction, he only had fear in his heart.

How could this killing god appear here, isn't he in the county town?

"I am a disciple of the Jiang clan, so naturally I need to return to the Jiang clan. Jiang Zheng chuckled and said, "Now, do I still need to pay the annual fee for the Jiang family?"

"Since my lord is the leader of the Jiang clan and has been in Hong City, I definitely don't have to pay this annual fee. The scar man hurriedly said.

Does he know how terrible this white-clothed young man is, and with his three hundred iron horses, I am afraid that the other party will not even need to use half of his strength, and he can kill them all, and he will not even want to run.

The original imposing three hundred iron-blooded horses are also a decline in momentum, Jiangbei Land, who doesn't know this existence, that is a name, it is enough to shock the terrifying powerhouse of the party!

"I know your rules for collecting annual fees, the minimum for a villa clan is two thousand yuan stones, I won't bully you, my Jiang clan will pay another two thousand yuan stones this year!" Jiang Zheng said softly, waving his right hand lightly.

A pile of crystal jade appeared out of thin air like a small mountain, levitating from mid-air to the scarred man's eyes, as if it was supported by a needless force.

"My lord, this. The man with the scar hesitated.

"If you are asked to accept it, you will accept it!" Jiang Zheng's voice suddenly turned cold: "Just go back, how to talk to Jiechen, you think about it yourself!"

"Yes, my lord, I will definitely report the truth to the great leader when I go back!" Scar hurriedly said, and with a wave of his hand, the suspended pile of crystal jade disappeared.

Jiang Han saw it clearly in his mother's arms, and was extremely surprised in his heart: "Father and the man with the scar, do they use space storage magic weapons?"

Under the high wall, the man with the scar hurriedly got on his horse, and with a wave of his hand, hundreds of iron horsemen turned their horses' heads and followed him and roared away.

Obviously, after seeing Jiang Zheng, none of them wanted to stop here.

As the hundreds of northbound iron horsemen disappeared, the tension of the Jiang clan also dissipated, and the originally solemn high-level leaders also laughed.

"Everyone enters the main hall, today's children's celebration has not yet ended, order the guards in the village to disband!" Jiang Yangshan said with a smile.

A group of high-ranking figures in the village also talked and laughed with each other and walked towards the main hall, and at the same time, the hundreds of iron horsemen who were originally lined up on the martial arts arena also withdrew, and soon, only heavy snow was left.

Jiang Han was also held by his mother, but he thought in his heart: "The minimum amount of a mountain villa is 2,000 yuan a year, how big is this Hongcheng, how many mountain villas are there? Also, the three masters don't seem to know that their father is from the Jiang clan?"

Although there are many puzzles in his heart, Jiang Han has seen his father's power again, and he is really afraid that he will scare such an army away just by showing one.

"Fortunately, the second master is back this time, otherwise it wouldn't be so simple today. Someone in the upper echelons of the clan laughed.

"Only the second master can suppress them, like us, we will not be taken into account by the northbound cottage at all. ”

Obviously, the strength of this northbound cottage far exceeds that of Jiang's Villa, and it is only afraid of his father Jiang Zheng.

"Is this northbound cottage a sect, a bandit, or a government power?" Jiang Han lay in his mother's arms, thinking silently.

......

Night falls, home.

Jiang Han was carried by his mother and placed on a warm small bed next to the main bed in the bedroom, and then covered with a quilt.

"Han'er, Han'er?" Qin Wei called her son softly twice, only to find that her son was already asleep, showing a hint of a smile, getting up gently, leaving the room, and then closing the door.

Jiang Han, who had closed his eyes, opened his little eyes.

"I didn't expect that I, Jiang Han, would really get out of hell one day, but I just drank Meng Po soup, why wasn't my true spirit memory blocked?" Jiang Han still had many doubts in his heart.

No matter how firm his belief is, he is only a mortal after all, and the power of the mysterious fate of the red dust in the waters of the Lechuan River is not so easy to resist.

"However, it's a good thing that the memory hasn't been erased, even if there is a powerful layout, it doesn't matter!" Jiang Han saw very clearly, he was too weak, even if he was really used as a pawn by a certain supreme powerhouse, there was no possibility of resistance.

The only thing that can be done is to seize the opportunity and become strong, only when you are strong, can you really have the possibility of getting rid of the shackles of fate.

"As long as you can cultivate to a certain level, even if there is really any situation, it will be revealed, and the worst thing will be worse, can it be worse than in the previous life?" Jiang Han's eyes had a chill.

Sinking into hell for 90,000 years may seem like a miracle to some people, and they will exclaim a few words, but for Jiang Han, this is humiliation, a humiliation that has lasted for 90,000 years.

"One day, I will take everything back, hell is not empty? Hmph, it is the Bodhisattva of Yin Mountain who is too merciful, this hell should have been empty a long time ago!" Jiang Han muttered to himself.

Ninety thousand years of torture and pain have eliminated all his illusions and resentments, only the monstrous hatred fills his chest, he does not want to experience it again, he wants revenge, he wants to get back everything he once had.

"The most important thing now is cultivation, and the identity of my previous life must not be exposed. Jiang Han said secretly

Although he had just come to this world, he felt that this world was not peaceful, although the strength of the Jiang Villa was good, and his father's status was also very high.

But obviously, there are other forces and strong people in this world, such as the northbound cottage, and the war with the 'demon king' in the mouth of the mother, this world is also full of disputes.

"In this life, I will definitely step on the holy path and reach the top!" Jiang Han slowly closed his eyes, and the Divine Soul Cultivation Method had already appeared in his sea of consciousness, slowly running.

******

Outside on the steps of the courtyard.

Jiang Zheng and his wife were standing and snuggling together at the moment.

"Brother Zheng, did you say we escaped?" Qin Wei lay in her husband's arms.

"Wei'er, don't worry, we've been in Jiangbei for six years, and no one knew that I was from Yanzhou when I was in Hanshan, and they haven't been found for so many years, so it's going to be fine. Jiang Zheng gently hugged his wife into his arms: "With you and Han'er, we will stay in Hongcheng in the future and not go anywhere." ”

Qin Wei hugged her husband's chest and smiled softly.

In the dark night, the snowflakes were still falling.