The man in white who walked into the Chu family's compound before was sitting on the second floor of the small at this time, holding a cup of tea in his hand, the whirlpool on his face had disappeared at this time, his eyes were staring at Chang Ying in front of the table, his lips trembled, and he said in a long time, "Second sister, long time no see." ”

Chang Ying, Chu Jingjue's mother, was expressionless, and said casually, "What's the matter if you can't see it, just like Emperor Yu Qing, I haven't seen it once in so many years." ”

Chu Wuji stood tall and stood behind Chang Ying, his face was like frost,

This man in white is Song Jinghong, Chang Ying's only relative in the world, her eldest brother.

Song Jinghong took a sip of tea and said to Chu Wuji, "Your son, I've seen it, and he was introduced by Mrs. He." ”

Chang Ying looked at the eldest brother, who had not seen each other for many years and was a little unfamiliar with each other, stood up, walked into another room, and closed the door.

Chu Wuji didn't stop him, pulled over a chair and sat down, his expression was resolute, with a mighty figure, a murderous aura came to his face, and said,

"In a few days, I will leave Qingzhou City with Chang Ying. ”

Song Jinghong didn't look at Chang Ying who was leaving, "I originally came here to say a few words to Chang Ying before saying goodbye, but it seems that she has not changed much over the years, what I promised her has not been done, and the revenge that should be avenged has still not been avenged, but I have dealt with Song Tai for many years, and I can understand that she is angry." ”

Chu Wuji's identity is not only the third master of the Chu family, the captain of the thirteenth team of the Black Wind Society, this Chu Wuji is the seventh captain temporarily, and the elegant man in white in front of him is the big shopkeeper of the Black Wind Society.

And the meaning of the existence of the Black Wind Society is not just a substitute for the Heavenly Demon Sect, Song Jinghong is a man with great ambitions, a child of Emperor Yu Qing who has lived in the Heavenly Demon Sect for twenty years, he understands, no matter what time it is, the man sitting in the imperial city will not recognize his identity,

He didn't have the identity to talk to Song Tai at all, maybe on the wanted list of the Blue Dragon Dynasty, he Song Jinghong would be the first in the game, these years the Green Dragon Dynasty didn't kill the Black Wind Society, did he want to use them as tools? Or did the man named Song Tai want to raise tigers for trouble?

He didn't want to think about it, just like many years ago, Chu Wuji married Song Changying, and a holy decree thrown down from above was to ask the woman to hand over her surname, Song Jinghong saved Changying's life, or in the eyes of Emperor Yu Qing, the two of them should have been dead long ago.

Just like the Liu,

"Chu Wuji, you are still the seventh captain of the Black Wind Society, the Black Wind Society is far away from Qinglong Chaozhou County, it is your task for you to take care of her for me, and I will send someone to contact you when the time comes. ”

Song Jinghong closed his eyes,

Before he went up to the second floor, the entire small second floor was already in the storm, Song Jinghong was a storm martial spirit, to put it bluntly, he could control the storm,

At this time, this second floor is in the eye of the storm,

And the scene outside the window that Chu Wuji saw, the old locust tree with yellow leaves outside, could still be seen, but he could feel a tyrannical energy, but the origin of that energy came from Song Jinghong's body sitting on the chair in front of him,

It was also the first time he felt the true qi of the big shopkeeper, that true qi was a little domineering and with a whistling feeling of the north wind, he looked at Song Jinghong, and felt as if his body would be attracted by this person.

The people outside looked at this small second floor, but there was no change, and when they looked at it from a distance, there were some distorted scenes.

The old locust tree in the yard is swaying at this time, and the leaves are flying all over the sky.

Song Jinghong didn't say a word that the kid named Chu Jingjue was wearing the wrench of the Heavenly Demon God Monarch on his hand, your son Chu Wuji was the last disciple of Han Shen, the meaning of that wrench, he didn't say a word,

If Mrs. He could calmly bring that child to herself, then the old man should also say something to this Chu Wuji.

Chu Wuji stood at the window and looked at the center of the courtyard, blurred, the scene outside became more and more blurred, he could see clearly, the outside of the window was wrapped in the wind, because of the flow of true qi in the air, he could feel it,

At this time, I only heard Song Jinghong ask, "Kill or not?"

Chu Wuji simply shook his head, "No matter how you say it, they are all retainers of the Chu family, it's a pity to kill them." ”

Just when Song Jinghong asked him, Chu Wuji could sense that there was a black shadow crouching at the top of the stairs, that familiar breath was Chu Shisan, the third elder,

Song Jinghong snapped his fingers, and at the top of the staircase, a shot of red blood rushed up,

Chu Shisan crouched on the stairs, he saw the man in white go up to the second floor of Chu Wuji, he originally wanted to secretly listen to what this strange man who rushed into the Chu family's mansion was going to say to Chu Wuji,

But when he approached the second floor, the whole person seemed to be wrapped by a strong force and stuck to the wall, he was lucky to resist with all his true qi, but the wind raging outside was like a big net pressing himself,

And the wind that was obviously blowing all of a sudden, as if it was being controlled, just around the second floor, the wind was indeed blowing, but it was visible to the naked eye, but nothing was blown up.

But the coat on his body has been scattered and torn apart by the wind blade, no matter how hard he tries, he can't struggle, his hands and feet are oppressed by the wind, he is a martial artist of the Great Pan Realm, but he can't help this evil wind,

Suddenly, he was swept out, and on his chest, a purple whirlwind was born, this whirlwind was only the thickness of an adult's arm, but the flesh and blood that raged on his chest flew sideways.

A finger-thick bloody hole appeared in the chest,

Chu Shisan fell into the courtyard, blood trickling from his chest, but the whirlwind disappeared, he lay on the ground and raised his head with difficulty to look at Chu Wuji's small second floor,

The small second floor is still the same as before, and there is no abnormality in sight.

This sound surprised everyone in the courtyard, because they all heard the roar of a man, accompanied by the sound of flesh falling on the ground.

Originally, Chu Wuji's small second floor was separated by five or six meters from the courtyard where the banquet was placed.

Chu Wuliang's face was even more dazed, and he shouted at Chu Shiwu, "Go and see if something happened to Chu Shisan!"

He originally wanted to stand up and run towards Chu Wuji's courtyard, but there was an indescribable trembling feeling in his heart, as if he was being targeted by a fierce beast in the wild.

Unconsciously wiped the sweat on his forehead, the man in white who walked in from the gate just now, he really didn't see the person's face clearly, but he seemed to see a whirlpool on the person's face,

And he didn't feel a trace of the man's breath,

Wu Zhimu took another sip of wine, half-squinted his eyes and said with a smile, "Why is Brother Chu so beathing, isn't the servant who went to invite the third master of the Chu family to come over and drink has suffered a disaster?

This Ling Wuzong three elders only have one drawback, that is, they can't stop after dipping the wine glass, if it weren't for Ling Zhu'er's insistence on being accompanied by the three elders, it wouldn't be Wu Zhimu's turn to do anything.

This Elder Wu drank bowl after bowl, although his face was flushed, but he was not drunk at all.

The banquet in the courtyard was just a mess of food blown by a strong wind, just a wind, and then stopped, and there was no more vision, the sky was still blue, and the leaves were still flying.

The weather in early autumn, the best time of September,

Chu Wuliang let out a long sigh, and looked at Chu Jingjue's eyes with a little more viciousness,

Chu Shisan ran over with Chu Shisan in his arms, Chu Shisan in his arms had already fainted, and the blood on his chest was unstoppable, and he was in a mess.

"The head of the family, just now Chu Shisan just said a sentence in a daze, and 'what a fierce wind' fainted. Chu Shi hurriedly helped to bandage the wound,

said that Chu Wuliang's eyes were blank,

Wu Zhimu next to him flashed over in one step, and took out a small white bottle from his arms, at this time, the three elders of the Chu family had only a pair of pants left in his body, and he didn't know how to do the clothes on his upper body, in short, his upper body was naked, and his body was full of wounds.

Chu Shi Wuyi saw this old man of Ling Wuzong helping, so he stood aside, he was not good at treating external injuries with people,

I only saw Wu Zhimu holding a silver needle in his hand on Chu Shisan's wound, like a flower, he had already stitched up the round wound, sprinkled it with white medicine, and turned around, "Bandaged, it will recover in ten days and half a month, but it has not hurt the muscles and veins, it is already a great luck, and the person who started it is a compassionate heart." ”

Chu Shiwu hurriedly helped to finish the bandage, and ordered someone to take Chu Shisan to recuperate, as soon as he heard the last words of Wu Zhimu, he was immediately filled with righteous indignation, this Chu Shisan and him are brothers, and besides, he is still an elder of the Chu family, how could he be made into such a miserable situation, he also saw the blood hole, but it was not a sword injury,

It seemed that it was caused by the internal strength breaking through the flesh from the inside out, he clenched his fists and looked at Chu Wuliang, who had not spoken,

"Third brother, his temper is indeed not good, but how can he attack the third elder, why bother. Chu Wuliang burst out for a long time,

Chu was shocked to stand in the distance, next to him were Ling Wuzong's disciples, these disciples had a long sword in their hands, just now he reached out and slapped Ling Zhu'er with a bewitching aura, this will Ling Wuzong's disciples were already eager to attack in groups, he jumped back a long way with an arrow,

As soon as he heard Chu Wuliang's words again, he suddenly felt angry in his heart, and shouted in his mouth, "Fart, how can my father attack his own elders." ”

Chu Jingwen stretched out his hand and scolded loudly, "You little brute, you can attack our distinguished guest Ling Wuzong's Zhu'er, why can't your father attack the three elders of our family!

Ling Zhu'er covered her cheeks with her hands at this time, and looked at Chu with a good face with fierce eyes, and her tears couldn't stop pouring out, how pitiful and pitiful she was,

When Ling Tao saw that Sister Zhu'er was being bullied, he couldn't bear it in his heart, and scolded loudly, "Disciple Ling Wuzong, behead that kid for me!"

All the disciples of Ling Wuzong on the field immediately stepped forward and worked hard,

Just when everyone was about to make a move, Chu Wuji's figure had already appeared in front of Chu Jingjue, and the man in white stood next to him, with a strange whirlwind on his face.

"Who dare!"

Chu Wuji's sound shook the ears of all the Ling Martial Sect disciples on the field, and everyone unconsciously took a big step back, and their eyes looked at Elder Wu Zhimu next to him at the same time,

As soon as Chu saw his father appear, he immediately took a step forward and called out, "Dad." ”

He turned around and looked at the man in white standing next to his father, the man's face showed a hazy swirl shape, no matter how he looked at it, he couldn't see his face, he was shocked, he had seen this person, wasn't the guy who rescued Fu Changnian before, and he could vaguely guess the identity of this person,

Chu Wuji stretched out his hand and made a move, Chu was shocked to find that the long knife hanging on his waist was already in his hand, and a knife was inserted into the bluestone slab, and the bluestone slab that was inserted directly shattered was shattered, which showed the sharpness of this wind sword.

He touched Chu Jingjue's head, turned around and shouted at the people present, "Who dares to touch a single hair of my son, my sword doesn't matter what Ling Wuzong or Chu family clan relatives are!"

He pressed his right hand on the hilt of the knife, and the knife sank straight down a little.

Song Jinghong stood beside him, put his hands behind his back, and said in a soft voice, "That injured sneaker wants to eavesdrop on Mr. Chu to talk freely, he is giving a slight punishment, if Mr. Chu hadn't stopped him, that person would have already become a piece of dust at this time." ”

Wu Zhimu was shocked, and the whole person took half a step back, the pressure brought to him by the man in white who spoke was greater than that of the brute named Chu Wuji.

Chu Wuji's cultivation was something he could feel, and he was also a martial artist of the Great Pan Realm, but the martial arts cultivation of the man in white was not aware of him at all, and that person just said casually, and he had already taken half a step back uncontrollably, just this majesty, it was not something he could face alone,

And the whirlpool hanging on this man's face is not a mask, it is a wind, and the whirlpool hanging on his face is a whirlwind.

Ling Tao didn't notice the embarrassment of the third elder, and exclaimed in his mouth, "That one with a hole in his face, there's nothing wrong with you here, Chu Jingjue, who we are looking for, this kid slapped our junior sister, and besides, you are Chu Wuji, your son has caused trouble, and you still can't cover it up!"

This will even Chu Jingwen flashed behind his father, but he didn't dare to speak rashly, because he understood the temper of the third uncle, and even his own father had to endure three points, not to mention that he was just an ordinary little disciple of Ling Wuzong who came to the Chu family as a guest.

Chu Jingwu smirked at Chu Jingwen a few times at this time, Wang Mugen also looked up at the clouds, he couldn't afford to provoke that Chu Wuji, in their Chu family compound, not to mention the third master of the Chu family, it was an iron face, he Wang Mugen didn't have to be treated humbly, Chu Wuji was a very unreasonable man.

As soon as Chu Wuji heard Ling Tao's words, he also smiled on his face, turned back to Chu Wuji and said, "Dad, these are all Ling Wuzong's little minions, this group of Chu family VIPs still asked you to come over and toast their three elders, I can't hear it, so I gave that slut a mouthful, Dad, you said that you are not beating, you are very right?"

Chu Wuji just smiled awkwardly, "Son, that little girl is okay, why can't you bear to destroy the flowers with your hands, remember in the future, good-looking women have to use other punishment methods, but don't be rude and just slap in the face, remember." ”

When he said this, even Ling Zhu'er, whose cheeks were swollen and painful, was a little shy, what is this rough uncle called, this is also called educating his son, Ling Zhu'er is no matter how stupid he is, he can see it, isn't the mighty and tall man on the other side the third master of their Chu family, and then look at the embarrassment of the three elders, this time Ling Wuzong really kicked the steel plate,

No one could see Song Jinghong's expression clearly, because of the natal martial soul hanging on his face, a storm,

He just stretched out his little finger, and with just a flick, a purple wind swirl appeared in Ling Tao's palm,

Ling Tao was still a little curious, in a breath, the small purple wind whirlwind slowly grew bigger on his palm, and there was a strong smell of blood in the air, the flesh and blood on Ling Tao's palm flew sideways, and in the end, the white bones on his palm were all sliced clean by the wind.

"Ahh

Accompanied by Ling Tao's heart-wrenching roar, the others looked at the small vortex that was still spinning in the palm of Senior Brother's left hand with a shocked expression, and they retreated several steps back one by one, sweating on their backs.

"Third Elder, save me!"

Ling Tao lay on the ground in pain, pinching his left hand with his right hand, watching the wind whirlwind tear off the flesh and blood in his palm little by little.

Wu Zhimu took a step forward, gritted his teeth and ran towards Ling Tao, but no matter how anxious he was, he could only stare at the whirlwind that seemed to have life, and he didn't know how to solve it.

Ling Zhu'er handed over a long sword from the side, "Third Elder, it's slashed with one sword, or else?"

Ling Tao looked at the little junior sister in horror, and couldn't understand that the little junior sister was so ruthless.

Song Jinghong stretched out his index finger, and the purple wind swirl that appeared on his finger seemed to grow on his hand, and he turned around and asked Chu Jingjue, "Kill or not?"

When he was in Chu Wuji's house before, he also asked,

As soon as everyone heard this strange man's words, they all immediately looked at Chu Jingjue,

Chu who looked directly at him was a little embarrassed.

Wu Zhimu bowed to the man in white, "Wu Zhimu, the third elder of Ling Wuzong, dare to ask Your Excellency's name?"

Song Jinghong didn't look at Wu Zhimu, who was sweating on his forehead, and muttered, "You don't deserve to ask my name, if you want to find a place in the future, go to Kunlun Mountain." ”