"He'er, you're not dead?!" an old man stepped forward and hugged the young man tightly, worried.

"Master," the young man smiled after clasping his fists in salute, and slapped his chest suddenly, "live well!"

It seems that that kid fooled me and waited, the next time we meet, Lao Tzu has to teach that kid a lesson! Seeing this scene, the old man gritted his teeth, thinking of what Ding Ze said before, and then looked at the young man, and understood that he seemed to have been fooled, and immediately said viciously in his heart.

But he was smiling, patted the young man, and saw that it was really as he said, without any injuries, he was deeply relieved, and his heart was full of emotion, almost without tears, "It's good to be alive... It's good to be alive. ”

This young man was sent by his parents at a young age to ask to learn martial arts, and he was old, so he naturally needed someone to inherit the mantle.

And although this young man is playful, he is also competitive, and his qualifications are not weak, so he is naturally accepted as an apprentice and is good at teaching.

After a long time, this young man did not disappoint him,

It just so happened that the secret realm was opened, and his strength was not weak, so he brought He'er to practice. In fact, he is also extremely curious and looking forward to the secret realm, but there is an age limit, so he can only wait outside.

"He'er, how is the harvest of the secret realm this time? It is a little difficult for the teacher to see how strong you are now. The old man was amazed and relieved.

"Hehe, the harvest is not small, the strength has improved, and I have obtained a lot of treasures!" He Er smiled and picked it up in his arms.

"By the way, master, I'll show you this..."

But before he finished speaking, his whole body stiffened, his pupils narrowed sharply, and he was extremely frightened!

"How is that possible?!! Immortals?!" He Er roared in horror, but the voice was the voice of the Demon Venerable.

I saw that his face was pale at this time, his skin was chapped, the evil black qi gushed out, and his body quickly dried up, and at the same time he trembled all over his body, and kept screaming, all of which were sounds of spare life and fear.

There were also many people who teleported out, and the same was true, the rich evil black qi continued to pour out from the cracks in the skin, and their bodies were visibly shriveled, and the noise of the Wolong Mountain Range was even worse when they landed.

"You're not He'er!" When the old man saw this scene, his heart was obviously shocked, but after careful induction, his face changed, and he snorted coldly, "Tell me, where is my He'er!"

And 'He'er' doesn't care so much, the Demon Venerable is going to be cold, and he will disappear with him, and at this time, it is even difficult to even move now, let alone escape for his life.

"No!"

Suddenly, the latecomers all widened their eyes and roared in terror, and a gust of wind blew, and those people all turned into a gust of wind and disappeared completely, scattering their clothes and treasures all over the ground.

"He'er... My He'er!" the old man watched as 'He'er' turned into powder and dissipated between his fingers, and it was unbearable to hold on, clutching the clothes and a pair of fist gloves, and screaming and crying.

This old man is a loose cultivator, no sect or faction, alone, compared to the slightly famous sect forces, the bottom is naturally less pitiful, so how can he pay for some weapons, simply take the road of cultivating fists and cultivating the body.

Compared with other swordsmanship, arithmetic or poisonous Gu, etc., the path of refining the body is the most economical and the most painful.

No way, who makes this the most economical.

And this glove is also the old man's thrifty use for most of his life to refin, the texture is clear, the power is not bad, in terms of quality alone, it is not weaker than the long sword that Gao Feng wore before!

"He'er. The old man grabbed his fist gloves and rubbed them slightly, and a wisp of black smoke appeared in his aging eyes, as well as hatred and resentment.

"Ding Ze, immortal cultivators, all damn it!"

With that, he grabbed his clothes and fist gloves, and the wind was blowing under his feet, and he climbed the mountain step by step, discerning the direction, and galloped away.

Obviously, he blamed the death of his apprentice 'He'er' on Ding Ze's head, and Ding Ze also inexplicably carried a big black cauldron.

Kyoto, Ouyang Fugami, early morning.

The Ouyang family can be regarded as a big family in Kyoto, with a good reputation, and the mansion covers an extremely wide area, and it is easy to accommodate tens of thousands of people in a crowded courtyard.

Today is not a festival, but the Ouyang family is full of people, most of them are dressed in black, silently bowing their heads, with a sad face, some children are scolded by their parents, and many children are frightened by this depressing atmosphere and cry...

The air is full of black clouds, depressing and irritable, faintly hearing the thunder in the distance, obviously heavy rain is coming, and there is no shortage of famous families in the courtyard, but no one has an umbrella at this time.

"Sir. Ding Hui stepped forward with two black umbrellas.

He was also wearing a black suit, but his sturdy body held the suit high, if it weren't for the good quality of the clothes, I was afraid that he would be able to tear the clothes with a little effort.

"No, I don't. Dinkler glanced at Ding Hui, waved his hand, took a deep breath of the morning air, and asked, "Seven days have passed, and they have come out?"

"There was a movement in the early morning, presumably they caused it," Ding Hui nodded, "Master, if the young master learns that such a big thing happened to the Ouyang family, with his relationship with the Ouyang sisters..."

Ding Ze took the Ouyang sisters back to Ding's house for one night, so in the eyes of the servants, their relationship is somewhat self-evident, although the relationship is specific, Dinkler is clear, but this is the first time Ding Ze has brought someone home, it can be seen that the Ouyang sisters are also extremely important.

Dinkler's brows furrowed slowly, and after sighing, he shook his head, and said helplessly, "Paper can't hold the fire, seven days, I'm afraid that he can't wait to find those two juniors as soon as he comes out, and find the Ouyang family, sooner or later." ”

"Let's stay here for a few nights, and when Ding Ze comes, we will leave together, and you should be more prepared, maybe you will be a little restless. Dinkler thought for a moment and whispered.

By the way, point out more to the bald gang, with Ding Ze's temperament, he doesn't read books or newspapers, even if the news spreads all over the street, but if no one tells him, he still doesn't know, so the first thing he did after he couldn't find Ouyang junior was to contact the bald gang. ”

"Remember, let them keep their mouths shut, if Ding Ze is called, they will bear the consequences. With that, Dinkler went to the main hall.

But Ding Hui left directly.

After all, it was the day of the great funeral of the Ouyang family recently, and the Manchus were grieving, and if Ding Ze was angry and desperate, and wreaked havoc in the Ouyang family, even he, the richest man in H Province, would be to blame.

Dinkler entered the main hall, where many of the figures were talking in whispers, most of them weeping, and as soon as he found a seat to sit down, he frowned, because of the irritating 'noise and swearing' in the doorway.

"Fake, are you all pigs?!You can all be robbed right under your noses, what do you want?!Waste!"

"And those policemen in your branch, are they all eating dry food?!"

Hearing the word "Shina", Dinkler frowned and looked back at the door.

I saw a fat foreign young man standing there, this person was about 1.8 meters tall, and his fat body was shaking when he spoke, and he had to breathe for a long time when he said a word.

And beside this obese young man stood two men in black, with bulging waists, obviously bodyguards with weapons.

The two bodyguards were strong and expressionless, exuding bursts of murderous intent all over their bodies, obviously having a human life in their hands, and several eyes in the hall converged, and the two figures still had facial expressions, standing there like two iron towers, not moving at all.

But the fat young man was not, and he saw that his face turned pale and he retreated again and again.

There are not many people who can enter the hall and sit, most of them are those who have been on the battlefield for a long time, and the sense of oppression is very understandable.

The battlefield is like a battlefield, and every step is terrifying, and it is also the best way to cultivate a person's heart and sense of oppression.

Dinkler frowned, his sharp eyes had a fine light shining directly at the fat young man, and the sense of terror and oppression went straight to the depths of the fat young man's soul, only to see the young man scream and fall directly to the ground.

Boom!

This young man seemed to weigh at least three or four hundred pounds, and the whole ground trembled slightly when he fell.

"Who is it! See if I don't kill him!" The fat young man's face turned red, and it took him a long time to get up from the ground, point at the crowd, and roar with great effort.

"It's me. Dinkler narrowed his eyes, stood up with the same cold face, and said indifferently.

It was indeed the moment he looked at the past that the young man fell to the ground, so Dinkler naturally thought that he was bullying the child, and simply admitted it.

"Good! good!" The young man's face flushed, pointing at Wei Xunfeng, and shouted angrily, "Go and kill him for me!"

If his face is less fat, and he can see his facial features clearly, he will definitely be able to see how exhausted he is.

"Our mission is to protect you, only to protect you. The two men in black were still expressionless and motionless, and one of them said in a cold voice.

"Rubbish!" the young man roared.

As he spoke, he picked up an iron bench and smashed it straight at Dinkler.

The speed of this bench is not slow, the surrounding wind is whirring, and many nobles around Dinkler obviously have not changed their faces, and they are far away from here, but Dinkler has a calm face, and looks at the bench indifferently and comes straight to him.

"Enough!" Suddenly, an old and fierce rebuke rang out.

Swish!

At the same time, a figure suddenly appeared, and an arm glowing with copper yellow light stood in front of Dinkler.

I saw that this figure suddenly made a move, shook his arm, and directly stopped a metal stool leg that was holding the bench!

At this point, the bench was only a palm away from Dinkler's front door!

Then the sudden wind caused Dinkler's hair to blow back and shiver, and he squinted, still looking the same.

A low knock sounded, and the courtyard, which was still a little noisy, instantly quieted down, and an indescribable sense of oppression slowly permeated the entire hall.

Even Dinkler was a little unwell, and his breathing was slightly short.

At the main entrance, a column of people dressed in white shrouds numbered dozens and nearly hundreds, all of whom looked sad and sad, and each had tears on their faces that had not yet solidified.

The woman in the middle cried the most, tears dripping to the ground like rain, and at the same time holding two photo frames in her hands, and in the frames were the black and white photos of the Ouyang sisters!

The leader was a hunchbacked old man, who held a mahogany cane in his hand, and his eagle-like sharp eyes scanned everyone, but even so, it was difficult to hide the grief and helplessness in his eyes.

And even if he was clumsy, and like the twilight of his life, he was in a state of being buried at any time, but no one dared to look at him directly.

"Jelle Hippert!" the old man looked at the fat young man, his voice old and cold.

The obese young man's face, which was still red, was as white as rice paper in an instant, and his whole body trembled, and he could only stand firmly by leaning against the door.

"If you come to make trouble, you have to pick a good day, in case I don't put up with it today, you won't be able to get out of this door!" the old man leaned on crutches and did not look at the young man.

Shippert trembled violently when he heard this, and his fat body trembled incessantly, and when the cold sweat came on, his entire clothes were wet, and even dripping like water droplets.

By the way, tell the adult in your family, this cooperation, the old man doesn't want it!"

When Hippert heard the words, he fled as if he were about to be forgiven.

Fortunately, this gate is wide enough, otherwise his size, even if he doesn't use much strength, he can bump into a few people, I'm afraid that it will be useless to kneel on the ground and beg for mercy at that time.

After that, the old man glanced at the crowd and nodded slightly, and walked to the seat in the middle of the hall on crutches.

Most of the many families behind him who wore linen and filial piety stayed at the door, except for a few people who were closest to the queen's sisters, who followed the old man into the house.

It wasn't until the old man sat down with his trembling and aging body that everyone took their seats.

"Since they're all here, then..."

"The funeral begins!"

Meanwhile...

Ding Ze is still on his way...