Hu Xu, in a good mood.

Well, the word good is somewhat misused here.

Hu Xu thought about it very seriously, and with the little ink in his chest, he finally remembered a rhetoric that was quite appropriate for the occasion - spring breeze pride.

Hu Xu's father is Hu Fuxing, the head of the Hu family, a big family in ancient Tongcheng, and Hu Fuxing's sister is the biological mother of the little marquis of Gutongcheng. As Hu Xu's eldest son, Hu Xu's life in the first 20 years was actually not satisfactory.

He and Yu Tong are cousins, and they are of the same age, so they are inevitably compared by Hu Fuxing.

Yu Tong was one of the top ten figures on the Ningzhou Hanxing List ten years ago, and countless sects from the north rushed to include him in the sect. The genius demon, Houmen Huzi, has been with Yu Tong since the moment he was born. But Hu Xu doesn't have that talent, and his father is only a big family in Gutong City, who can recognize him when he walks out of Gutong City?

But he has to compare himself with Yu Tong all the time, living in the shadow of a person who can never catch up, for Hu Xu, such a day, even if it is a torment, not to mention that his father mentions Yu Tong, that kind of envy makes Hu Xu have complicated feelings for that cousin in his heart.

But the good news is that the days will soon come to an end.

His father said that the imperial court's decree to reduce the Yu family's candidate was already on the way, and the Yu family would be in a state of collapse from now on, and the cousin who had been pressing on Hu Xu's head for more than 20 years would finally become a common man like him. And not only that, but there are also many big people who came to his Hu family's mansion today. Listening to his father, they are the holy sons sent by the Qiankun Sect, representing the Guzhou Sect and the Queen Mother. They promised Hu Fuxing that as long as Hu Fuxing could cut down the Tong forest outside the city, after the Yu family fell, the Hu family could become the city lord of this ancient Tong City. Of course, in addition, the door of Qiankun Gate will always be open to the descendants of the Hu family.

Hu Xu was a straw bag, and he couldn't particularly understand what the other party's chips meant, but from his father's excited eyes, he could probably know that these things were extremely precious.

Compared to these, he cared more about the woman in red who accompanied the big man. He has lived for so many years, and he has never seen such a beauty, just one glance, Hu Xu told himself that he wanted to get her.

So, after lunch, Hu Xu inquired about the residence of the group of people from Hu Fuxing's mouth, and then went there, he was still hesitating whether this woman was the female relative of one of the big people in the group, but he didn't want to hesitate The woman in red who made Hu Xu haunted her appeared in front of him with a tacit understanding. Hu Xu thought to himself that there was no such coincidence in this world, all this should be some kind of fate.

The woman in red talked to him very happily, Hu Xu was fascinated by the woman's smile, during which the woman mentioned the matter of the ancient tung forest, and said that she wanted to buy the paulownia forest, take the paulownia wood and transport it to Tailin City for other purposes. It's just that the Yu family has never let go, and she is very distressed about it.

Hu Xu was thinking about cutting down the Tonglin to avenge his half-brother, and since the beauty also asked for something, he was enthusiastic, so he patted his chest and took a dry of dog legs, and killed outside the Tonglin with a fierce momentum.

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It's just that when he waved his big hand, he was about to show his majesty in front of the beauty and order those subordinates to cut down this tung forest.

"Hu Gongzi! no!" a rickety voice burst out of nowhere and yelled at him.

Hu Xu frowned, and looked at the owner of the voice, but it was an old man with gray hair, he recognized him, he was the veterinarian in the west of the city, and there were many rumors about him in the city.

Hu Xu had some doubts about why he appeared here, but compared to this doubt, more importantly, the old man made him lose face in front of the beauty. So he snorted coldly and said, "Where is the old dog, get out!"

"You guys don't be in a daze, cut it for me!"

The doglegs of those men came back to their senses, and they would not disobey the nonsense, and they raised their knives and axes again that had stopped with the appearance of the old man, and were about to cut down at the row of paulownia trees in front of them.

"Ladies and gentlemen, this Tonglin can't be cut down! They are the patron saints of our Ancient Tong City, and if they cut him down, the Yin Dragon will be born, and our Ancient Tong City will have to turn into a dead city!" the old man said loudly when he saw this, trying to stop those who were armed with swords and axes.

It's just that his words obviously didn't have the effect he wanted, but instead caused a lot of laughter, and in this kind of laughter, the knife and axe fell, and the paulownia trees on the periphery, which were already a little sick and had not yet grown, fell down in rows under the knife and axe.

"Little old man, I don't have time to mess around with you today, if you know each other, just get out of here quickly, if you don't know each other, don't blame me for being you're welcome. Hu Xu glanced at Wang Daoan, and said with a sinister voice, with his nonsense temperament, if it weren't for the beauty on the side, he was afraid that he would have taken care of this old guy himself.

Seeing the paulownia trees fall to the ground one by one, the old man's body began to tremble, but he didn't know whether he was angry or afraid, or both.

He picked up the trunk of the tree on the ground, waved it a little clumsily, looked at the strong men who were about to walk to the next paulownia tree, and shouted: "Don't cut it! Don't cut it again!" Whether it is the branch in his hand or his rickety figure, it is difficult to achieve the effect of intimidating everyone, but it is ridiculous. No one would even think that this old man would really dare to swing that wooden branch at them.

So the group of strong men smiled happily, and walked forward without any scruples, without taking the old man in their eyes at all.

The old man was indeed timid, he retreated step by step under the pressure of those strong men, and even because he was too old or too nervous in his heart, he stumbled and almost fell to the ground in the process.

Everyone laughed again, and brandished swords and axes again, and more than a dozen paulownia trees fell.

The old man's body trembled, and his eyes were red.

"It's none of your business here, if you don't want to die, get away. Someone shouted mockingly.

At this point, the old man realized that his words were insignificant to them, and that the story he believed to be true seemed equally fantastical to them.

The crowd advanced again, and the old man began to wave the branch in his hand in a panic, and shouted loudly: "You can't cut it anymore!

In all fairness, such a chaotic and desperate swinging technique makes people can't help but worry about which of the old man's body bones or the branches will be unbearable first, and then fall apart.

The men with swords and axes looked at each other, and they all looked at each other with mockery, and they stepped forward again, but this time ......

The old man didn't choose to retreat like last time, he even mustered up the courage from somewhere, and in the face of the strong men who were surrounded by black pressure, he did not retreat but advanced, and waved the wooden branch to the strong man who walked in the front. Probably the strong man didn't expect that this old man who looked like he was about to die would really dare to attack him, he didn't have any defense, and he was hit in the cheek by the old man, and a bloody mark was instantly scratched on his face.

And as the strong man's body fell to the ground under the attack of the old man, the crowd that came forward stopped and everyone looked at the situation in front of them in disbelief.

Wang Daoan's hands trembled more and more, and he seemed to realize what he would face after this blow, and he had to clasp his hands together to keep his hands on the branch from falling. But Rao was like this, the old man still had no intention of retreating, he stood there stubbornly, looking at the angry crowd with fear and determination.

He resembled an old warrior, even though he had walked trembling, even if he could no longer hold the sword in his hand.

But as long as he was alive, he would rise from his sickbed and stand firmly in front of the things he was supposed to protect with his rusty sword.

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