A month has passed since Old Man Wei's 100th birthday, and the rare peace of the Wei Mansion has been broken again, because the little young master of the Wei family, that is, Wei Siming, is about to enter Beijing to go to the academy.

The Wei family has changed again, Wei Siming's seven aunts and eight aunts are crowded in Wei Siming's yard, snot, tears can't be stopped at all, I don't know what happened, it makes people feel as if whoever cries less will be punished.

Wei Siming had a splitting headache in the room, and he hadn't been idle next to his ears all day, so he simply sealed the two views with spiritual power, not seeing and not hearing.

After a while, Yan Ting shook Wei Siming's arm, and then she came back to her senses, saying that the old man Wei was looking for him in the study, Wei Siming was like a life-saving straw, and hurriedly pulled Yan Ting in the direction of the study.

In the study, the old man Wei himself and Wei Siming's family have all arrived, and the eldest and young grandmother of the Wei family has red eyes at this time, looking at Wei Siming who pushed the door in, and reluctantly squeezed out a smile.

Wei Siming didn't have any good way, so he could only walk over and gently hold his mother's hand, the red eyes of the young grandmother of the Wei family were moist again, and she touched Wei Siming's head, but she couldn't say anything.

After a short period of silence in the Wei family's study, the old man Wei instructed Wei Siming before leaving, the first thing to consider when going out is his own safety, and everything else will come except for the safety of his body.

After explaining the matter, the Wei family gave Wei Siming a parting dinner in the evening, but the atmosphere of the dinner was a little depressing.

Early the next morning, the Wei family sent Wei Siming out of the city, looking at Wei Siming who was leaving, the old man of the Wei family, Wei Siming's parents, and everyone in the Wei family, all had their own thoughts in their hearts.

After a short period of loss, Wei Siming regained his heartless appearance, lying on the car, his legs on Yanting's legs, so uncomfortable.

On the surface, there were only three people in the carriage, the groom, and Wei Siming himself, but with the behavior of Old Man Wei, it was not impossible to secretly send all the people who could be used in the Wei Mansion.

Along the way, Wei Siming and Yan Ting stopped and stopped, looked at the scenery along the way, and finally came out for a trip, Wei Siming has only lived within a city wall for the past nine years, and this time he didn't let go of the sheep.

Yan Ting also disappeared from the discomfort of parting after a while, and along the way, she was also discussing with Wei Siming what fun and delicious things were in the capital, and the saliva flowed out when she thought about it, which made Wei Siming despise for a while.

But looking at the villain in front of him, Wei Siming couldn't help but think of the villain in another world, the same nonsense, the same lively and cheerful, and the same Wei Siming liked.

The carriage is very comfortable regardless of whether it is slow or fast, the carriage was given to the generalissimo Wei by the emperor, and the elderly generalissimo Wei is also because of physical discomfort, so the emperor asked the Tiangongfang to build this carriage.

The appearance of the carriage is no different from that of an ordinary carriage, if you look closely, you will find that the carriage itself will have aura flowing around the carriage, this is because there are many formations set up inside the carriage, one is for safety, and the other is also for comfort.

Wei Siming was lying on the carriage, eating the grapes that Yan Ting plucked in his mouth, and Yan Ting's thighs under his head, absent-mindedly not knowing what he was thinking while eating.

"Wei Siming, what are you thinking again?" Yan Ting asked as she looked at Wei Siming with a look of confusion.

"Ha, I'm thinking about what dowry I'm going to use when I marry you in the future. Wei Siming smiled evilly.

"Hmph!" Yan Ting blushed and simply ignored him.

Wei Siming was actually thinking about what to do after going to the academy, and what to do was of course how to find the entrance to the Third Heaven.

He has been in the past nine years, he doesn't know how the outside world is doing, he cherishes his current life, whether it is from the family or other aspects, this is what he has not lived before, but he also knows that for the Wei family, for the Daqian Dynasty, for the world, he is a passerby after all.

"Huh~" The carriage was suddenly stopped by the groom, Wei Siming's very inner Yanting was flashed, and Wei Siming's face leaked a very unhappy expression.

"Inside, is it the young master Wei Siming of the Wei Mansion?" Wei Siming heard someone outside shouting his name.

"Hmph, little young master, don't worry, a bunch of miscellaneous hair, it's not enough to send death? The groom didn't seem to be a good stubble, and after speaking to Wei Siming inside, he took out the long knife under the carriage and looked at the group of black-clothed people in front of him.

Wei Siming didn't know what was going on outside, just waited quietly, and soon the sound of weapons intersecting sounded outside, but it didn't take long for the sound outside to disappear.

"Little master, it's been dealt with, we can hurry. The groom's voice sounded outside, and it was clear from the sound that the groom's side had finished by overwhelming margin.

"Okay!" Wei Siming replied, Wei Siming actually didn't understand why there were so many people who sent him to death, not that he didn't understand why he assassinated him, what he didn't understand was why he always used this kind of unruly flow to send him to death in vain.

In the past nine years, he has been accustomed to all kinds of assassinations, some are sharp in the front, some are secretly attacked, and some are poisoned in the food, all kinds of things, and they come in different ways, but in Wei Siming's opinion, these methods are some, how to say, just like a child who is covering up mistakes in the eyes of adults, thinking that he is covering up well, but there are many loopholes.

The people who attacked head-on, how could they rush up when they saw the group of guards around Wei Siming, and the realm was more than one grade.

Secretly sneak attack, how can there be in broad daylight, and in the heavily guarded Wei Mansion.

The poison in the food has to be sneaky, how can there be poisoned and poured into Wei Siming's mouth, but every time the formation is very big, and even the assassination of one or two people can alarm the people of the entire county, for fear that others will not know.

Wei Siming couldn't figure out these questions, in his opinion, it was not so much an assassination as it was disgusting him Wei Siming, and even the entire Wei family.

Yanting, who was breaking fruits, was not surprised, she was used to it, so she thought it was lively.

Just when Wei Siming was still thinking about why these low-level assassinations were so naïve, the horseman outside looked at the person blocking the road in front of him, and a nervous expression leaked from his face.

The one who stood in the way was an old man, in a gray robe, half of his hair was half white, and his wrinkled face did not show any superior demeanor, but the instinct honed by the horseman on the battlefield for decades felt that the person who stood in the way was not so simple.

"Dare to ask the seniors what's the matter?" this time without the other party's words, the groom asked first, what kind of people to treat, what kind of attitude.

"Is there the only one left in the car?" the old man asked.

"I don't like what the seniors said, the three generations of the Wei family still have the eldest son of our eldest young master!" The groom didn't feel very good, and his hand gently tapped the carriage, so that Wei Siming was a little alert.

When the carriage stopped, Wei Siming listened to the movement outside, but this time, listening to the conversation of the groom outside, Wei Siming also leaked a solemn expression, he was not stupid, even Yanting held Wei Siming's arm with two small hands.

Wei Siming pressed a mechanism in the carriage here, and an aura gradually rose around the carriage, slowly wandering around the carriage, this is a defensive formation, but it needs special spirit stone support, so when he goes out, Old Man Wei stuffs it into a lot.

"Heh, that cripple doesn't count, the carriage of the Tiangongfang seems to be the only seedling of the Wei family. The old man looked at the movement around the carriage, his slightly closed eyes leaked a trace of coldness, and he looked at the carriage like a long-lost prey.

The groom's weapon was already tightly held in his hand, and he looked at the old man in front of him, as if he was facing a great enemy.

The old man's mouth moved slightly, as if he was muttering something, and he didn't know when there was a long sword in his hand, and he swung it in the direction of the carriage.

"Fuzang?" looked at the old man's actions, because only the martial artists of the Fuzang could store things in the body, and the long sword that suddenly appeared in the old man's hand just now was the best proof.

The sword qi swung by the long sword encountered an invisible qi wall in front of the carriage, and the sword qi and the qi wall held on for a long time, and finally dissipated, the old man was slightly surprised, it seemed that he didn't expect the Heavenly Workshop to be able to create such a thing.

"Interesting!" the old man said lightly, and the long sword in his hand swung down again, but this time the sword qi became more substantial than the previous sword qi.

The sword qi and the qi wall met again, but this time there were intermittent cracks in the qi wall, and Wei Siming in the carriage felt that the entire carriage began to shake violently.

"Bang!" In the end, the qi wall outside the carriage was dispersed by the sword qi, and the carriage was also shattered by the residual sword qi, and the groom flew out upside down with blood spitting out of his mouth.

The gap in strength was too big, and the old man only used a little force, and the three of them became chickens and dogs, embarrassed.

The horseman fell unconscious not far away, Wei Siming felt that this time it was troublesome, the old man didn't have any nonsense, and raised his hand towards Wei Siming's side and waved a sword aura, this time without the protection of the formation, the sword momentum rushed towards Wei Siming unstoppably, Wei Siming felt the sword qi rushing to his face, he didn't have any luck, hugged Yan Ting tightly, and thought in his heart, if the old man Wei didn't have a back hand, he would really explain it here.

"Whoosh!whoosh!whoosh!" Just when the sword qi power split Wei Siming's body, a group of masked people appeared behind Wei Siming, and several people struggled to resist the sword qi rushing in their faces, but they were obviously powerless, and in the face of people at the level of the mansion, they were obviously not enough.

"Bang, bang, bang!" There were three muffled sounds, and the three black-clothed men were shocked and flew out, the old man frowned, and the fourth sword qi swung out of his hand.

Similar scenes, the same place, the same man in black who forgot to die to block Wei Siming's young man, the old man looked at this group of dead soldiers who didn't want to die, and couldn't help frowning, obviously a little annoyed.

The old man did not raise his hand to wave the sword this time, but his body moved, and the afterimage of the old man appeared in the same place in an instant, and when Wei Siming saw the old man, the old man's sword had already reached Wei Siming's neck.

Just when Wei Siming felt that his head was in a different place, he waited for a long time, and he didn't feel it, Wei Siming slowly opened his eyes, only to see the old man holding the sword in his hand on the side of Wei Siming's neck, standing motionless, looking behind Wei Siming in horror.

Wei Siming turned his head and saw a figure gradually walking towards him.