In Momiji Villa, two rows of torches extend from the front gate to the council hall in the center of the villa.

Everywhere the wheelchair went, the samurai standing on both sides bowed their heads and saluted.

Of the eight hundred Ye family warriors guarding the villa, many of them had never seen Ye Changsheng.

Although the young man of the proprietor family had gray hair and could not walk on his legs, it did not hinder their awe in the slightest.

Planning in the middle, even if there is no last resort, how can the person who can overthrow one of the four giants in one fell swoop, Red Leaf Villa, be an ordinary person?

Moreover, this owner is much more than what it seems, he is also a respected and talented swordsmith.

Ye Changsheng sat in a wheelchair and saluted the warriors along the way one by one.

This victory also belongs to them, and it is they who shed blood and sacrificed their lives.

Under the steps of the hall, the old butler Ye Zhong stood with his hands bowed, and behind him were the two major worshippers, the four great ministers, the high-level of the Sword Casting Hall, and the elite of the Ye family.

Everyone surrounded Ye Changsheng and entered the hall.

Waiting for Ye Changsheng to sit on the main seat, everyone bowed and saluted: "See the owner!"

"See the owner!" The eight hundred samurai were enthusiastic and shouted in unison, and the sound shook the Red Leaf Villa.

Those old people of the Hong family who were guarded listened to the tsunami of the mountains and tsunamis coming from all directions, or they were dazed, or panicked, or trembling with fright.

This owner is not the owner of the other village.

They all knew very well in their hearts that the era of the Hong family had passed.

"Or call me Young Hall Master, kindly. On the main seat of the hall, Ye Changsheng smiled faintly, and then his face became serious.

Everyone in the Ye family looked solemn, although they won the Red Leaf Villa, it was far from the time when the overall situation had been decided.

There are countless pairs of eyes staring at the Ye family, and if they are not careful, the victory in hand will be overturned.

Not to mention, the three major families must have reacted now, and no one can guarantee whether they will take the opportunity to make trouble.

Ye Xiangdong, the head of the retainers, stepped forward and reported the battle situation and injuries everywhere, as well as the detention of personnel.

Ye Changsheng said solemnly: "The dead and injured must be properly settled, don't save money, as for the people of Red Leaf Villa, those who have a deed of sale will be returned to them, and they will be dismissed in batches, and no one will be left." ”

The old housekeeper Ye Zhong held a box and stepped forward to proclaim: "Young master, the Hong family's land deeds, land deeds, contracts for more than a dozen shops, and tokens for the fleet are all here, and in addition, all the materials of the Red Leaf Villa have been sealed." ”

"Uncle Zhong, find a few village elders with high prestige, and tell the tenants early tomorrow morning that they will compensate each family with a tax equivalent to 20%. ”

The reason why the four major families are the four great families is also that they control the most fertile land in Sanshui Town.

Although the Hong family's fertile land is the least, there are hundreds of hectares, supporting thousands of peasant families.

These people are the main body of taxation, which involves the national capital and cannot be messed up.

"In addition, except for the fleet, warehouses, and wharves, the Hong family's shops are transferred at a low price, and none of them are left. ”

Ye Changsheng emphasized, "My Ye family only focuses on sword casting, it was before, and it will be in the future. ”

If everyone understands that the Ye family is now making a big move, if they hold on to the Hong family's business and want to intervene in everything, it will only cause greater dissatisfaction among the magnates.

Anyway, with the two brands of Wenjiantang and Wenjiange, the Ye family is enough to mix well, so why bother to grab food with others?

"Also, all the dead members of the Hong family can get a pension and let their relatives go to the Ye Mansion to receive it. ”

Grace and invitation to name this kind of thing, the Ye family naturally has to do it in person.

"From now on, the Sword Casting Hall will no longer accept any orders, and all unrelated businesses will cease until the funeral of the Hong family's father and daughter is over. ”

When everyone heard this, they had already understood the intention of the owner of the village, and nodded one after another.

They just took advantage of this time to complete the integration of the Ye family's forces and wipe all traces of the Hong family clean.

Ye Changsheng said melancholy: "When my father and mother went out of the funeral, the Hong family once supported the coffin for ten miles, we can't be lazy, the funeral of the Hong family's father and daughter must be beautiful!"

Pink turned into skeletons, real skeletons.

Changsheng was in a trance, and Wan'er always appeared in front of him standing in front of the door of the sword casting room, smiling brightly.

One drink and one peck, the cycle of cause and effect.

For everything he has done, he will never feel guilty, let alone regret.

However, those beautiful things, once beautiful things, broken, disillusioned, and vanished, will always leave a glimpse of light.

That smile is just impermanence.

Outside the hall, a slave walked in, bowed down and said: "Young Zhuang Master, Mrs. Hong sent someone to spread the word, they want to go to the relatives of Anqing Province, and they also want to bring the bodies of the father and daughter of the Hong Zhuang Master over for burial." ”

Ye Changsheng was surprised for a moment, and then understood that the Hong family was afraid that they would be wiped out, so they were in a hurry to leave here.

He looked at the housekeeper Ye Zhong: "Uncle Zhong, you can arrange it, and then leave at dawn, and I will see you off in person." ”

Everyone in the hall secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

They were really afraid that the young owner would hand over this matter to Ye Xiangdong, and it would not be as simple as seeing him off.

Elder Lu suddenly mustered up the courage to ask, "Young Zhuang Master, ...... the ethereal sword?"

The hall fell silent for a moment, and one after another looked at Ye Changsheng with tangled and nervous eyes.

Changsheng has already paid too much for this sword.

His despair, his pain, his blood and tears, his longings, the things he once thought were good, all merged into that sword.

The ethereal sword is no longer just a sword, it is a part of his life, a part of his soul, a part that cannot be parted.

Now that Huanglong Villa has taken away the ethereal sword, how can Changsheng be willing?

How could they be willing?

But the Huang family is not as good as the Hong family, once there is a conflict with Huanglong Villa, can the Ye family bear it?

Elder Lu shouldn't have asked, but when it came to the future of the Ye family, he couldn't help but ask.

On the main seat, Ye Changsheng's cold gaze swept over everyone, and he said slowly: "On the Ethereal Sword, there is a seal, a seal that only I can unlock. The seal was not broken, it was just an ordinary sword, nothing more. ”

Everyone was stunned, and immediately showed a happy smile, and Elder Lu was even more relieved, and laughed out loud.

The young hall master is worthy of being the young hall master, and after all, he still kept a hand.

Before the seal was broken, the ethereal sword lost its value in Huang Jingyun's hands.

There is room for maneuver between the Ye family and Huanglong Villa, and this matter may be resolved peacefully.

The crowd quickly dispersed and returned to Yefu one after another.

The young hall master has a great revenge, so he naturally wants to return to the ancestral hall to comfort the souls of his parents in the sky, and they also have to worship together.

Ye Changsheng was stunned for a while, and sat back in the wheelchair: "Sledgehammer, let's go out for a walk." ”

The autumn wind is bleak, and the frost and cold are heavy.

Flower halls, verandahs, secluded gardens, magnolia trees, things are no longer human.

Some memories can't be erased if you want to.

When you wake up and dream back, you don't know what you will see.

At the corner of the verandah, Wang Da Sledgehammer kicked the assassin over, raising a thick-backed machete, but he couldn't cut it down.

His face flushed, and he shouted angrily at the assassin, "Don't get out of here!"

The eight-year-old child, who glared at Ye Changsheng with hatred, picked up the dagger on the ground, got up and ran away.

Hidden in the shadows, Qiu Tianzuo retreated into the darkness again.

The wheelchair continued to move forward, and the sledgehammer said worriedly: "Young hall master, Hong Yuntao and they are all dead, you won't embarrass that child, right?"

Ye Changsheng smiled faintly and did not speak.

Revenge changed him, and it also changed the perception of him by those around him.

Changsheng doesn't care what others think, and he is not afraid of others misleading.

His hands were already covered in blood.

In the depths of his soul, there was already a great devil.

When passing by a small Taoist temple, Ye Changsheng couldn't help frowning: "Tear it down, bad luck." ”