In the east of Xiangcheng, under the tall city wall at the end of the continuous black eaves and white walls, this is the place where the Qing people live. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

The Qing people enjoy the tranquility of East Avenue alone, without noise and noisy sounds. Only occasionally the sound of women's laughter, children playing and crying, and the sound of city defense patrol leather boots and bluestone rubbing could be heard within the courtyard wall.

Zhu Heng and Lu Qikun walked towards the deepest part of East Street, and turned left and walked into the alley under the city wall at the end. The two walked for miles to the depths of the alley and saw an abandoned and deserted mansion.

Half of the Vermilion Mansion door collapsed, and the red paint fell to reveal the black wood. The courtyard walls are mottled with moss, and weeds grow tenaciously in the crevices. Lu Qikun looked up at the top of the mansion door, and the slanted mansion plaque was indistinct.

"Mao Mansion" Zhu Heng clenched his fists and said angrily.

Lu Qikun also wondered in his heart why the Mao clan, as the first Qing clan in Xiangcheng, did not choose the best location to build the mansion, but chose such a remote place. Lu Qikun naturally didn't ask Zhu Heng, after all, Zhu Heng was not from the Mao clan, so it was impossible to know the reason.

At the same time, I also sighed in my heart, nothing is immortal, even the most powerful inheritance.

Along the way, Zhu Heng explained Lu Qikun's confusion as to why he was so angry. It stands to reason that a cultivator born as a commoner is extremely resentful and disdainful of the Qing clan. However, the Mao Qing clan was different from many Qing clans, and they believed in Confucianism to seek justice for the common people, and did not hesitate to offend the rest of the Qing clan in Xiangcheng. In the past, the position of governor was vacant, and the rest of the Qing clan could only swallow their anger, but the arrival of Gongzi Wu made them see an opportunity.

Gongzi does not believe in the concept of Legalist governance, and the Mao clan believes in the concept of Confucian governance. And with the help of the rest of the Qing clan, Gongzi Wu was even more unscrupulous, and on the first day of his tenure as governor, he attacked the Mao clan.

The Mao clan is naturally difficult to deal with, even if it has a high reputation among the people and has the support of many civilians, it is not Gongziwu's opponent, not to mention all the Qing clan in Xiangcheng. In the end, the Mao clan was accused of trumped-up charges by the son, and the extermination of the family became a thing of the past.

And Zhu Heng's anger lies in the fact that he can't kill the Qing people who shot at the Mao clan back then.

The two walked into the mansion in silence, looking at the grassy front yard and the main hall covered with dust and cobwebs. The nursery was left unattended, the tables and chairs were dirty and fell to the ground, and the porcelain shards were all over the floor. There were also dried blood stains on the floor and white walls, dark red in the sunlight revealing sadness.

"In the glorious Qing clan, there will be a day when it will fall into the dust" Lu Qikun sighed slightly, as if he heard the screams of the Mao clan in his ears.

Zhu Heng clenched his hands and was angry on the surface, and long-term memories clearly surfaced in his mind. The Mao clan, which was once full of friends, seems to have not disappeared in front of them. Zhu Heng is a civilian cultivator who doesn't understand any big truths, but he knows in his heart that kindness will be repaid.

Only seven years have passed, and the executioner, who once destroyed everything, still holds the throne of the governor, enjoys the glory and wealth of the world, and holds the rights that people fear.

Zhu Heng and many civilian cultivators who had been helped by the Mao clan, they didn't think about avenging the Mao clan, but they knew very well in their hearts that even if they made a move, it would just be an egg hitting a stone. Not to mention that Gongzi Wu himself is a cave cultivator, the people he protects around him are also very powerful, far from being something that ordinary cultivators like them can fight against.

In today's world, it is easy to become a cultivator, but it is difficult to reach the heavens when breaking through the realm.

"Who are you?" a childish and vigilant voice sounded from behind the two of them.

Lu Qikun and Zhu Heng turned to look behind them, and in front of the collapsed vermilion gate, there were dozens of children in dirty clothes. The three older children stood vigilantly in front, and the five younger children stood timidly in the back, clinging to each other to hide their fear.

"You are the children of the Mao clan," Zhu Heng said in a trembling voice, seeing the pendant on the chest of the first child.

The pendant is made of sword bronze, which is the symbol of the Mao clan.

The ancestors of the Mao clan assisted King Wu of Chu to open up the territory, and he was famous for his excellent swordsmanship, so that the symbol of the Mao clan is the sword, and every child born in the Mao clan will be given a bronze sword pendant by the elders, which is also something that the whole Xiangcheng knows.

"Who are you?" the child continued to question, his arm holding the stick trembling violently.

Lu Qikun said calmly, "You don't have to be nervous, we won't hurt you"

The child ignored it, still staring at Lu Qikun and Zhu Heng tightly, obviously not believing the words of the two easily.

"Hurry up, these untouchables are here" Suddenly someone outside the courtyard shouted, and dozens of richly dressed children ran into the dilapidated mansion with wooden sticks in hand.

Dozens of children directly surrounded the Mao orphans, one of them directly hit the other, and immediately the rest of the people also attacked. The three slightly older Mao orphans resisted while protecting the younger siblings in the center. Those Qing children were merciless, and they didn't care about killing the Mao orphans at all, as long as they were satisfied in their hearts.

"Stop" Zhu Heng yelled angrily, wanting to make a move but was stopped by Lu Qikun.

Lu Qikun's expression was cold, and he didn't expect to see such a scene at all. Dao Xin is like a sword that constantly slashes the anger in his body, but he still can't stop the anger that bursts out like a volcano. However, Lu Qikun will not make a move, after all, the other party is only a five or six-year-old child.

"Whoever you are, it's best not to meddle," a Qing kid shuddered and threatened.

couldn't stand Lu Qikun's cold appearance, like a cold winter wind freezing to the bones.

Lu Qikun's voice was cold and said, "Get out"

The sound has not fallen, the wind comes from heaven and earth, there is no coolness of autumn, only the coldness of winter. Dozens of Qing children were frightened, fell to the ground with sticks in their hands, and fled the mansion crying.