Chuzhou.

Zhao ancestral hall.

Because of the death of Zhao Shanhe, with the size of the Zhao family in Chuzhou, it almost caused a riot in the whole city.

And, today's first seven.

It pushed this depressing, solemn, and sad atmosphere to the highest peak.

Zhao's is located in the prime location of the city.

From the morning, the central avenue in front of the door was completely blocked.

And declared to the outside world that he hoped to send Zhao Shanhe on his last journey without any disturbance from any idle people.

At the same time, three days ago, people from the surrounding provinces and cities came from all directions.

Prepare to mourn Zhao Shanhe's last journey.

The presence of these characters is enough to prove that the Zhao family has a terrifying influence in the surrounding area.

The originally empty square that leads from the central avenue to the Zhao Gate Courtyard is already crowded with people.

Everyone is dressed in black.

And, white chrysanthemums are pinned to the chest.

Regardless of the size of the number of people or the occasion, there is a suffocating sense of oppression.

"Knock knock!"

Desolation, low mourning, reverberated in the sky.

There was no crying.

There was no noise, just an eerie atmosphere that was so oppressive that it was breathless.

Zhao Zhenren, the old family owner who was dressed in linen and filial piety, finally appeared in front of the Lingtai with the careful support of his youngest son Zhao Han.

The head of the family who was originally energetic.

After seeing the black-and-white portrait neatly placed in front of the altar, his five fingers clenched slowly, making a piercing crunch.

"Don't worry, Shanhe is my most optimistic apprentice, he died unexpectedly this time, as a master, I will definitely avenge him!!"

An elderly man with white hair, high cheekbones, and a black retro robe reached out to pat Zhao Zhenren's shoulder and added, "Mourning changes." ”

His appearance is not outstanding, coupled with his age, loose skin, and rickety figure, he is very similar to the mountain flower farmers and village husbands.

However, his words and deeds are quite sharp, like an owl that only moves at night, which is intimidating.

Full of gray hair, fluttering away.

There is quite a charm of fairy wind bones.

"Then this time there will be Lao Zhang Old Immortal."

Zhao Zhenren's eyes were lowered, rolling murderous, in the depths of his pupils, fleeting.

"All stand !!"

The emcee, who was in charge of presiding over the scene, straightened his voice and reminded in a deep voice.

In a split second.

The crowd that was originally scattered began to form a phalanx, and everyone was facing the mourning hall, half-bowing their heads, revealing a sad and painful expression.

"Chairman of Xiangjiang Dingtian Group, Zhao Sanjin, came to condole."

"The executive president of the Yunfeng Supreme Hongyan Hall, Li Changlu, came to condole."

“……”

"The head of the Zhou family in Huayang City, Zhou Qien, came to condole."

The appearance of every big man, three bows, and then incense.

The status of the Zhao family in Chuzhou has been invisibly set off to an unprecedented level, especially the lineup of thousands of people bowing at the scene, which has a great visual impact.

If it weren't for the death of Zhao Shanhe this time.

Who would dare to believe that the current Zhao family has such a terrifying influence.

As a result, in the three southern provinces, many famous figures appeared in Chuzhou.

"Gratitude from the family."

The on-site master of ceremonies waved his hand and signaled Zhao Zhenren.

Zhao Zhenren took two steps forward and nodded one by one, and when the sound of mourning changed and sounded in his ears, his expression entered a state of indifference and solidity.

"I'll go to the pillar incense too."

Zhang Sanqian and Zhao Zhenren whispered twice, and then walked to the front of the mourning platform and burned incense to pay tribute.

Since decades ago, when he accepted Zhao Shanhe as a registered disciple, he had a great plan, and in the past few years of secret guidance, Zhang Sanqian has become more and more optimistic about this child.

Otherwise, he would not have made a promise to take him to the imperial capital.

Pity......

Now dead.

In other words, all his decades of cultivation and teaching were in vain.

"Brute surnamed Chu, if you kill my apprentice, I will kill your whole family!!"

Zhang Sanqian closed his eyes and sent the three incense sticks in his hand into the incense burner.

And this promise, full of endless grief and indignation, is like a morning bell and a dusk drum, making the whole scene excited and shouting.

"Yes, Old Man Zhao is highly respected and loved, this time his grandson was raped, how can we sit idly by? The master's hatred is our hatred. ”

"Don't worry, this waste called Chu Xuan will definitely not live for a few days."

The entire scene almost fell into a riot, and countless loud shouts, like a wave, rose and fell one after another, whistling endlessly.

At this time, a young man from an unknown family,

He actually stood on the table and roared hoarsely, "Brother Shanhe has a high and profound realm, and his fame moves everywhere, this time he was killed by the villain Chu Xuan, and I, Li Yang, feel deeply painful. ”

"Old man Zhao, please rest assured, tomorrow I will rush to Fengtian and kill this little brute with my own hands!!"

Phew!

A bold remark can come to an end.

A cloud-piercing arrow roared through the void.

But in the blink of an eye, the young man was suddenly pierced through the head by an arrow, and the arrow drove straight in, sonorously, and pierced Zhang Sanqian's heel.

Crowd, "......"

"This, who's making trouble?"

"Bold, dare to stir up trouble on such an occasion, aren't you afraid of death?"

Thousands of people look back.

All eyes on you.

A middle-aged man with his hands behind his back glanced at the young man who had been killed by an arrow on the spot, and then walked into the scene like a leisurely stroll.

Behind him, there was a flat-headed man, holding an arrow in one hand and a bow full of the moon in the other, staring at him.

"Who are you?"

Zhang Sanqian and Zhao Zhenren looked at the middle-aged man at the same time, and then ...... They were all stunned.

The dragon walks the tiger.

Majestic.

is not a prominent height, but it invisibly gives people a terrifying momentum that swallows thousands of miles like a tiger.

It seems that every step he takes can cause the resonance of heaven and earth.

It's majestic.

Even if Zhang Sanqian and Zhao Zhenren have lived for seventy or eighty years, they have never seen such an amazing man.

Next glance.

Zhang Sanqian, who originally wanted to confront the middle-aged man in pairs, had a palpitation for no reason, and then was forced to move away and get out of the way without realizing it.

Zhao Zhenren swallowed his saliva, and his heart was also frightened, he felt that he saw a god of death coming, panicked, and uneasy.

And the atmosphere at this moment is even more surprising than before.

It seems that there is an invisible mountain, pressing on the top of the head.

Similarly, the scene of nearly 1,000 people has long been silent.

The middle-aged man didn't care about anything else, walked straight to Zhao Shanhe's spiritual platform, twisted up six incense sticks, and lit them with his back to everyone, not inserting them into the incense burner at one time, but separately paying tribute.

"Big family, unreasonable, understandable, after all, the grandson died, and he said the wrong thing when he lost his mind for a while, I can understand!"

The first incense fell.

"However, when you insist on bullying the small with the big and the small with the more, you should also weigh whether your fists are hard enough."

This is the second root.

"The first time I went south, I didn't know much about the rules here, so I just followed my rules."

Everyone watched as he carved out the third.

Halfway through, no one dared to squeak.

"I heard that my son sent twenty coffins, and the remaining eighteen empty coffins."

After the fourth.

The audience was in an uproar, Chu Xuan was the son of this middle-aged man, and in an instant, everyone, including Zhang Sanqian and Zhao Zhenren, was stunned.

"Now that the coffin has arrived, you, Zhao, pick eighteen people to come out for the burial, and this matter will end here."

After the fifth.

Here, it was cold, as if the air had been stagnant.

Zhang Sanqian, who had already expected that the situation was wrong, was just about to open his mouth to question.

The sixth incense.

The middle-aged man turned around, his eyes narrowed slightly, and in the face of thousands of people's attention, he just said flatly, "Then, my name is Chu Cangsheng!! ”

Rumble!

This sentence.

It was like a thunderbolt that frightened Zhang Sanqian, who had always been steady, and was almost paralyzed on the spot.

Nine-patterned dragon Chu Cangsheng.

The five royal clans, the head of the Chu family.

Chu Xuan turned out to be the son of the Nine-Pattern Dragon, wouldn't that be ...... The Third Prince!!