Liancheng Mansion is located in the south of the city, this piece is the territory of Xia Hou's family, the majestic city lord's mansion, the high red wall, the heavily guarded gate, and the rows of roofs, showing the majesty of Liancheng Mansion and the hugeness of Xia Hou's family.

Xia Hou Zicong is not only the city lord of Lotus City, but also a master of the realm realm, in Lotus City, he is now the highest in the realm of martial arts.

At this time, he was sitting in a simple hut, which had no ornate decorations, and was not very large, as simple and clear as the houses of ordinary people.

A table with a tea-pot and a cup next to it, and a chair with a stove next to the chair and a kettle on the stove and a water tank in the corner.

Everything in the house is like an ordinary peasant family, and it is really not worthy of his status as the head of the family and the lord of the city.

Xia Hou Zicong would often come to this hut, sitting on a chair and thinking as if he was far away from the world.

He often brewed a cup of strong moss when he was thinking, and the leaves were not a treasure, but a bitter tea that the rich often drank, and when he took a sip, his mouth was full of jerky, and no one wanted to drink a second cup.

But Xia Hou Zicong likes it, although he is not happy to drink tea, but once he thinks about it, a pot of tea is not enough.

He likes to make his own tea, without complicated techniques, lighting the fire, filling up the kettle, placing it on the fire, and waiting for the water to boil.

He boils water for the same amount of time every time, and his movements are the same, and he never makes a mistake, he is a serious person.

At this time, he had already drunk the second pot of tea, and the third pot of water was boiling, and there was a knock on the door outside.

The person who came in was called Cangshan, an old man, his hair was white, there were deep wrinkles on his forehead and the corners of his eyes, a pair of small eyes did not have the turbidity of an old man, there was a fine light like electricity between the opening and closing, obviously his martial arts were extraordinary, and he was dressed in a blue shirt that was half new and half old, but it was clean and neat, and it looked comfortable.

"Come, sit!"

Xia Hou Zicong lowered his head and poured the boiling water on the stove into the teacup.

"Don't dare!"

Cangshan stood three feet away from Xia Hou Zicong, which was a safe distance, that is, it did not make people feel threatened, nor did it make people feel alienated.

Xia Hou Zicong picked up the teacup, put it on the tip of his nose and sniffed it, put down the teacup again, and said lightly: "I heard that a young man from the Tang family appeared in the city?"

Cangshan nodded and said, "Yes, the son of Tang Xingjun, it is said that the Immortal Sutra fell on him." ”

Xia Hou Zicong's eyes narrowed slightly, and then said lightly: "The Immortal Sutra, the immortals, the heavens are constant, how can you endure the impermanence? The impermanence, the heavens abandon it, and there will be a catastrophe." After speaking, he shook his head and said: "The years are not cold, I don't know the pines and cypresses; ”

"What about the Mo family's "Lotus Sutra", I heard that it is on that kid. ”

Cangshan is now sixty and eight, the body's qi and blood are gradually depleted, he longs for the legendary immortal scripture, if he can become an immortal cultivator, prolong his life.

Xia Hou Zicong glanced at him meaningfully, when a person has desire, he will become bolder.

Xia Hou Zicong stretched out his index finger and gently tapped the tabletop, thought for a while, and smiled: "Cangshan, why do you say that the teacup on the table is called a teacup?"

Cangshan was stunned for a moment and shook his head, this question seemed simple, but he really didn't know why the teacup was called a teacup.

Xia Hou Zicong said: "It's because our ancestors called it that, this is a cultural inheritance, if there is no such inheritance, this teacup may have another name." Xue Zicong filled the teacup with water, and said, "Then why is the "Lotus Sutra" called "Lotus Sutra"?"

Cangshan thought for a while and said, "It's also because of the inheritance?"

Xia Hou Zicong nodded with a smile, and said: "There must be such a scripture in the world, I heard that it used to be the treasure of the Zhenzong of the "Tianji Sect", but whether it is a real immortal scripture or not, I can't say clearly, after all, if this scripture is really an immortal scripture, I haven't seen anyone from the Mo Tang family and the Tianji Sect cultivating the immortal way." Anyway, the city lord is also a little curious, so he left the young man with a small life, and he couldn't afford to make any waves when he thought about it. ”

When Tang Bai came down from Cuiyun Mountain, he lived in the bamboo forest in the mountain behind the Tang family, no one knew what he was doing in the bamboo forest, but everyone knew that he lived there, and no one knew how the news came out.

When Cangshan brought people to the bamboo forest, the bamboo forest was very quiet, and it was originally a quiet place.

This time, the Xia Hou family dispatched thirteen people, and the thirteen people were absolutely loyal to Xia Hou Zicong, and they were all first-class masters, and they were like a group of hunters, vigilantly and cautiously broke into the bamboo forest.

There are no beasts in the bamboo forest, but there are many beast clips, this simple tool is buried in the thick bamboo leaves, when you step into it, you will touch the clamp opener, and then the iron teeth on both sides will bite the heel;

Cangshan is a careful person who has lived for more than 60 years, and he understands that being careful can make people live longer.

So the guy who was walking in front of Cangshan was clamped, and the guy's body quickly became stiff, and he quickly lost consciousness, and soon felt suffocation, his eyes were glazed, and then he 。。。。。 And then........

And then the guy died.

A person's blood flows quickly, so the time to poison a person is also fast.

"There are traps!"

Cangshan said with a gloomy face.

In fact, he doesn't say it, others also know that there are traps, and they will kill people, and they are not blind.

Suffering a loss once is due to an accident, and suffering a second loss in the same thing is not a fool's mind, and he is certainly not smart.

The people of the Xia Hou family are naturally not stupid, they have experienced a lot of things, even if they are not smart, no one is caught in the iron clamp anymore, and of course, there are no extra traps in the bamboo forest.

It is not realistic to use traps against first-class masters, and many people understand this truth.

When he saw the bamboo forest courtyard, Cangshan breathed a sigh of relief.

The door of the small courtyard was closed, but it was not locked, and there seemed to be no one inside.

Cangshan and the others leaped over the fence wall and entered the small courtyard; this is the habit of the people of the rivers and lakes, and they generally do not go through the main gate when they do bad things.

Is there anyone in the house! When the martial arts reach the realm of Cangshan, they can be distinguished from their breathing.

Regardless of whether there is anyone or not, Cangshan still has to arrange for someone to go in and search, and the main target of their visit this time is that young man, the legendary immortal scripture.

The room was very simple, with only a table and a chair in the antechamber, a teapot, a copper plate, a few cups, and an oil lamp, and it was still burning.

The lights are lit in broad daylight, which looks very weird, and everyone holds their breath, afraid that the oil smoke is poisonous.

There is a study room behind the hall, there is also an oil lamp in it, and there is a bookshelf, there is a red wooden box on the shelf, the wooden box is not big, but it is not small, rectangular, there are many moire patterns carved on it, and there is also a flying dragon carved with teeth and claws, lifelike, very exquisite.

No one knows what precious things are inside? But the wooden box itself is very precious, the material is iron real wood that is harder than iron, and it is rare to find a thousand gold; the carving on it comes from the handwriting of Master Nan; Master Nan's carving skills are at the peak, even if he has money, he may not be able to invite Master Nan; the front of the wooden box is locked with a golden lock, which comes from the 'Banyi' family, and is of great value.

There were only three people who entered the study, after all, there was a bedroom, a kitchen, a side room, and even a thatched toilet, which could hide the fairy scriptures.

The three of them looked at each other, and walked to the wooden box cautiously, but none of them moved lightly, maybe this wooden box was a mechanism?

The wooden box had no mechanism, and it was a little heavy in his hand, maybe it was the immortal scripture they were looking for.

The three of them thought about it together, and there was obvious excitement and joy in their eyes.

Suddenly, a puff of smoke rose, and I don't know who had moved what mechanism in the house, and endless flames instantly ignited the wooden house.

The wooden house was painted with oil, and several people did not have time to escape from the fire.

There was a cry of pain from the raging fire, and it made people's hearts tremble when they heard it.

Although some people did not escape from the fire in the house, Cangshan's mood was not very bad, and there was a faint smile on the old man's face. As long as he finds the "Lotus Sutra", what if all of them are dead! What he is holding in his hand is the red wooden box in the study.

The box may not contain the book, but it could be?

Cangshan wanted to open it, but the wooden box was not only well sealed, but also had a lock.

When Cangshan left, the bamboo cabin was still burning, and the smoke rose, drifting high into the air with the wind, turning into a cloud of catkins.

Someone came, the body was very fast, and in a blink of an eye, they arrived in front of Cangshan and the others, staring at the red wooden box in Cangshan's hand, and a trace of joy flashed in their eyes.

This is a young man, with a short gun on his back, not tall, not short, not fat or thin, not handsome, but not ugly, giving people the feeling that this young man looks very well-proportioned, whether it is the matching of facial features or the proportion of the body, it feels very comfortable.

"Sharpshooter Wen Xiaobao!"

Cangshan stopped and looked at the other party.

The young man nodded and said, "I'm Wen Xiaobao." ”

"You want the wooden box in my hand?"

Wen Xiaobao nodded and said, "Yes, I want the wooden box in your hand." ”

Cangshan said a little sneering and coldly: "Then you can get it!"

"Good!"

Wen Xiaobao took off the short spear from behind him, and with a casual shake, the short spear turned into a long spear, obviously the long spear could be retracted.

Wen Xiaobao, who had a spear in his hand, was completely different from just now, and an invincible and irresistible murderous aura burst out from his eyes, body, and the spear in his hand.

This kind of terrifying murderous aura is the unique aura of masters who have killed countless people, and those who can make a name for themselves on the rivers and lakes are all masters who are worthy of their reputation, and they all have achieved their own reputation by stepping on other people's corpses, and the same is true for Wen Xiaobao.

The masters behind Cangshan all drew out their weapons, including knives, swords, and one person holding an iron axe, surrounding Wen Xiaobao.

Their martial arts skills are obviously inferior to Wen Xiaobao, and the gap in martial arts is not something that can be made up by a large number of people, just like a group of sheep encountering a wolf, and it is the sheep that is finally eaten.

People are not sheep, people know how to cooperate, and they also know how to work hard.

The masters of the Xia Hou family cooperated very well, and they were not afraid of death.

When Cangshan left, Wen Xiaobao tried his best, but he couldn't get out.

It's not terrible for a person not to be afraid of death, but a group of people is not afraid of death, even Wen Xiaobao can't help it.

The spear in his hand stabbed a person's throat, and the person didn't dodge, the long sword in his hand stabbed Wen Xiaobao's lower abdomen, exchanging death for injury.

This made Wen Xiaobao really aggrieved.

Seeing Cangshan's figure disappear, Wen Xiaobao suddenly roared, his body exuding a violent emotion, and the spear in his hand shot faster, more ruthlessly, and more poisonously.

In fact, Cangshan is not afraid of Wen Xiaobao, even if his spear is magical, he is confident that he can crush his throat within two hundred moves, but he did not do it, maybe there will be another Wen Dabao before the two hundred moves, or two, three, then it will be difficult for him to get out.

In fact, for a moment, Cangshan also wanted to fly away with the wooden box, but quickly denied this idea, and now he just wanted to quickly return to the City Lord's Mansion and hand over the wooden box in his hand to Xia Hou Zicong.

Cangshan did not ride a horse, rented a sedan chair, which is not only comfortable, but also safe, ordinary people in the rivers and lakes, there are few people who will sit in a sedan chair.

The more important the matter, the more calm it is, and if it is light, it will show maturity and stability; he is an old man, and the old man should not be as impatient as the hairy boy.

When he returned to the City Lord's Mansion, Cangshan breathed a sigh of relief, if this red wooden box contained the "Lotus Sutra", it would be too important to Xia Hou Zicong, to himself, and to the entire Xia Hou family.

Xia Hou Zicong was not in that simple room, he was in the city lord's mansion, sitting on a huge chair bed, this chair bed was made of gold, noble and magnificent, the back of the chair was carved with four golden dragons, and the dragon's eye was inlaid with a fist-sized red gem.

In the City Lord's Mansion, there was only Xia Hou Zicong alone, sitting there.

The chair bed was wide and long, but Xia Hou Zicong sat upright and majestic.

"Cangshan, you're coming back sooner than expected!"

Xia Houzi Cong was not shocked, and his voice was more majestic than usual.

"When I went, the people had already run away, but they found the wooden box, so they hurried back. ”

Cangshan placed the red wooden box beside Xia Hou Zicong, and then retreated three feet away.

The red wooden box is exquisite, and now it has a little more mystery.

A short blade suddenly appeared in Xia Hou Zicong's hand, as if by magic, and the short blade appeared in his hand.

The short blade was sharp, and the hard golden lock fell from the wooden box with a slight stroke.

Cangshan looked calm, but the curious and eager eyes showed that he was not calm.

Xia Hou Zicong also has an expectation in his heart.

The moment he opened the wooden box, Xia Hou Zicong smelled a strange smell, and then looked at the inside of the wooden box dumbfounded.

There was only a lump of in the beautiful wooden box.

Xia Hou Zicong smiled, because he understood that '' meant 'death', that young man, he didn't have to go to him by himself, he would also come to him.