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The early autumn morning sun in the Northland does not look blazing, but rather clear and gentle.

The golden points of light shine on the world and dispel all the gloom of the night.

West Mountain, inside the Lu family's mansion.

In the small courtyard where Lu Chan'er, the eldest lady of the Lu family, lives, many famous doctors in the imperial capital, shuttle back and forth, including well-known medical professors from 314 and Xiehe, as well as famous Chinese medicine experts such as Tongrentang and Qingyutang, which have been time-honored for hundreds of years.

Meng Bingyun, the head mother of the Lu clan, stood in the small courtyard, pacing back and forth, looking extremely anxious.

There is still grace and calmness on weekdays.

From time to time, a doctor came out of Lu Chan'er's room, bowed to Meng Bingyun, shook his head and sighed, and left.

These doctors, covering both Chinese and Western countries, are almost the top group of people in the medical field in the imperial capital.

But no one could cure Lu Chan'er.

Not to mention curing, even how to treat it has no direction at all.

Gradually, the flow of people dispersed.

In the small courtyard, there were only Meng Bingyun and more than a dozen servants who stood aside like a chilling cicada, not daring to breathe more.

From last night to now,

The housewife, who is not very good-tempered, has been angry several times.

At this juncture, no one dared to touch Meng Bingyun's moldy head.

The last gray-robed old man walked out of Lu Chan'er's room.

Meng Bingyun hurriedly stepped forward and asked with an expectant face:

"Mr. Hu, my daughter-in-law...... Is there any cure?"

This old man, named Hu Qingniu, is a famous doctor in the Beizhili area, and has the title of "medical immortal".

The old man Hu Qingniu sighed:

"Mrs. Meng, I'll be honest with you. The person who injured Miss Chan'er is definitely a person who is proficient in medical science, and even his medical attainments are far above the decrepit...... His method of destroying Miss Chan'er's bones is so subtle that he can't imagine it...... If the old man saw this person, he would be afraid to call him sir...... I beg your pardon for being incompetent. The old man flipped through the medical books, but he couldn't find any way to restore Miss Chan'er's bone joints. ”

Speaking of this, Hu Qingniu shook his head, didn't even ask for a consultation fee, and left.

In fact, he had one of the biggest doubts in his heart,

didn't tell Meng Bingyun.

The person who injured Lu Chan'er......

Without a compassionate heart to help the world and save the people, it would never be possible to have such advanced medical skills.

What the hell is that?

Why did this compassionate "gentleman" do such a tyrannical thing with the art of a living person?

After Hu Qingniu said goodbye and left, Meng Bingyun was like a deflated ball, and the whole person was completely drained of his spirit.

"Lu Xiao, Lu Xiao, do you really dare to be so vicious? I, Meng Bingyun, swear that I will definitely cut you with a thousand knives!"

She gritted her teeth fiercely.

There was a strong uneasiness in my heart.

Last night, Wu Hui, the chief housekeeper of the Lu Mansion, took Ye Wuhuan and Li Kua's father to the Ye family to kill Lu Xiao.

So far, there has been no news yet.

She is the one who knows Wu Hui's cultivation, a strong person who peeks into the divine realm!

I don't think the Ye clan has the courage to fight the Lu clan!

What happened to me, and Wu Hui hasn't come back yet?

Could it be that Lu Xiao's little rabbit cub is already strong enough to kill Wu Hui?!

At this moment-

A middle-aged man ran into the courtyard in a panic and exclaimed:

"Ma'am, ma'am...... Oh no, Young Master Xiao is back!"

Meng Bingyun said coldly:

"What are you doing in a panic? Lu Xiao was arrested by the big housekeeper Wu, so he was escorted to the living room, and I want to interrogate him personally!"

The murderous aura in her eyes couldn't help but emerge.

She obviously misunderstood the meaning of this middle-aged man, thinking that Lu Xiao was captured by Wu Hui.

In his heart, he was already completely murderous towards Lu Xiao.

What this little rabbit cub brought to Chan'er, she must return it to him a thousand times over!

"Madam, Young Master Xiao wasn't captured by Steward Wu...... Wu Da Butler, Kuafu's son, and Wuhuan's son, all ...... They were all killed by Young Master Xiao!"

The middle-aged man's face turned pale, and he said in a panic:

"Young Master Xiao came in with the heads of Butler Wu, Father Kua and Master Wuhuan, he ...... He also dragged three coffins...... He said he was coming to the Lord, Mrs. and Miss...... Give...... Funeral !!"

"What?!"

Meng Bingyun's face instantly turned pale.

In shock, his body shook, and he took three steps back, almost unable to stand.

The speculation she least believed in turned out to be a reality.

Lu Xiao, a little rabbit cub, was already strong enough to kill Wu Hui, a powerhouse in the Voyeur God Realm......

How could this damn waste become so powerful after being away from home for half a year?

Clearly......

Obviously, his martial veins were all smashed by the wild fox.

It should have been the day when I would never come out in this life.

Meng Bingyun took a deep breath, barely maintaining his composure, and asked:

Lu Xiao...... Where is that little bunny now?"

Middle-aged humane:

"Madam, Young Master Xiao carried the three coffins and went straight to the ancestral ancestral hall, he said...... Today, in front of the ancestors and ancestors of the Lu clan, I will kill the lord and the lady and seek justice for his mother......"

"Little bunny, what a guts!"

Meng Bingyun's irrepressible anger churned in his heart:

"Pass on the imperial decree of my Lu family's mother, all the offerings of the Lu clan will gather in the ancestral ancestral hall, I want to see today, he is a yellow-mouthed child, why should he seek justice for his mother!"

"Madame...... Do you want...... Inform the sir?!"

The middle-aged man said tentatively.

"For now...... Need not. ”

Meng Bingyun pondered for a moment and shook his head.

Lu Xiao, who do you think he is.

Wei Kuxue or Zhang Yuanfang?

Single-handedly, dare to come to the Lu clan that has been at the peak of the millennium?

The strength of the Lu clan is not only because of the god-like Lu Yehu to suppress luck.

There are many collateral lines of the Lu clan, many offerings, but there are many strong ones.

As far as Meng Bingyun can mobilize, there are enough eight divine realm cultivators to worship.

It's a strong pressure, which can crush this little rabbit cub into a puddle of powder!

……

Half an hour later.

In the ancestral hall of the Lu people.

Lu Xiao was dressed in white and snowy, with a three-foot green peak hanging from his waist, and his hands were on his back, standing under the plaque of the ancestors of the Lu clan.

Beside him were three fine coffins.

This is the "gift" he prepared for Lu Yehu, Meng Bingyun and Lu Chan'er.

Behind him were the people of the Lu Mansion led by Meng Bingyun.

There are side elders and children of the Lu clan.

There are also many warriors and Lu people who have defected to the Lu clan over the years.

Among them, there is no shortage of martial arts powerhouses who have cultivated to ascend to the sky.

There are dozens of peak martial saints.

Among them, the most powerful cultivators were eight old men wearing ink-colored robes.

are all powerhouses of the divine realm,

Among them, four cultivators were in the Divine Realm, and the remaining four had actually reached the Cave Void Realm.

At this moment, the heritage of the first family of the Lu family in the world is undoubtedly revealed.

There are eight powerhouses in the Divine Realm, and they are willing to go incognito as the offerings of the Lu clan.

"Lu Xiao, what do you mean by this?"

Meng Bingyun looked at the three coffins beside Lu Xiao, his eyes were full of coldness and murderous aura.

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