In the evening, the evening wind was dark and dusk, and the west gate of the city was closed.

Two horses galloped forward, kicked up a cloud of dust, and stopped under the tower.

On the horse in front of him sat a handsome man in white, and the evening breeze lifted the snow-white light fur on his body, making his whole body even more awe-inspiring.

The snow-colored velvet sets off his fair face, making his eyebrows more delicate and profound, and the slightly raised head, a trace of sunset at dusk depicts his graceful outline, instantly stunning the autumn wind.

Sitting on horseback behind him was a young man in black with a mask, also looking up at the tall castle tower.

They are none other than Baili Peerless and Yan You.

"Master Hou, your subordinates have already suppressed the news of Nanyuntang's death according to your orders, and before Qiu Chang meets His Royal Highness the Prince, the news of Nanyuntang's death will never reach the Imperial Capital Rongwangfu. Why are we in lockdown? Yan You said respectfully.

Baili peerless pulled the reins, glanced at him lightly, and said: "Yan You, you are too confident, King Rong is quite deep in the city, how can the power of the rivers and lakes he cultivated be underestimated, at this moment, the news of Nanyuntang's killing is afraid that it is about to reach King Rong's mansion." ”

"Hou Ye Mingjian. But if we appear in the lockdown this time, King Rong will definitely doubt your relationship with His Royal Highness the Crown Prince, and then ······"

"Who is King Rong, do you think he never doubted it?" Baili peerless sneered. Then he looked at the thousand-foot city tower and sighed leisurely: "However, this trip to the city is closed, Ben Hou has to come." ”

Yan You was stunned for a moment, and suddenly remembered something, and he already understood the reason why Baili Peerless had to come.

Yungui Villa is holding a funeral, and the plain white color envelops the entire villa in a strong sad atmosphere.

Nanyuntang is a bold and righteous person, and it is quite chivalrous in the Xianzhou area, and now it was killed overnight, which immediately alarmed the entire Xianzhou, especially the other six villages of Xianzhou Qizhuang.

The leaders of the six villages all came to attend the funeral of Nanyuntang. They wanted to know who could kill the master of a village with strong martial arts in one night without realizing it?

In the main hall of the villa, there are people from the rivers and lakes of Liuzhuang sitting on the left and right.

On the left, there are Ye Canglian, the owner of Liexia Mountain Villa, Hong Xu, the owner of Tiejian Mountain Villa, and Xu Nanke, the owner of Dongyang Mountain Villa. On the right, there is Yan Wuxin, the owner of Baguio Villa, Qiu Yuru, the owner of Jade Girl Villa, and Feng Qinghan, the owner of Fengming Villa. Behind them stood the disciples they had brought with them, filling the entire main hall.

At the head of the main hall sat a young man in a plain school uniform, his eyes were bloodshot, and his expression was sad and forbearing. He is Nanyuntang's eldest son, Nan Yeyu.

"Thank you seniors for coming to pay respects to my father, and the younger generations are grateful. He clenched his fists and said loudly.

"Virtuous nephew doesn't have to be polite, we have a very good relationship with Brother Nan, and now that he has suffered this misfortune, how can we sit idly by." Ye Cang said.

"Brother Ye is right, Xianzhou Qizhuang has always shared weal and woe, virtuous nephew, investigate the murderer, my Iron Sword Villa will definitely help." Hong Xu patted his chest and said loudly.

Nan Yeyu shook his head and sighed: "It's a pity that this murderer's modus operandi is clever, and he can't see the slightest trace at all." The younger generation still doesn't know where to start, it's really ashamed. ”

Yan Wuxin groaned: "Could it be that Brother Nan has a feud with someone?" ”

Nan Yeyu said: "Speaking of feuds, your predecessors should have heard that when my father was alive, he only had a holiday with the mist, and the others did not have any grudges. ”

Qiu Yuru said: "Could that be the person of the fog who did it?" ”

Nan Yeyu shook his head: "The junior has carefully checked it, and it doesn't look like the murder method of the fog." ”

Feng Qinghan took a sip of tea and said, "In the past few months, Yan Su'an, the head of the Canglin faction, Yuhuzi, the head of the Tianxu faction, and Zhituo, the holy monk of the Western Regions, have been killed one after another, I am afraid that the same person did it. Speaking of which, a pause, "And during this period, the various factions also lost some valuables, the Canglin faction lost the Canglan Sword, the Tianxu faction lost the "Seven Star Sword Spectrum", and the "Thousand Buddhas without Shadow Palm Method" created by the Zhituo Holy Monk was also stolen. If I'm right, you're probably missing something. ”

Nan Yeyu's expression changed slightly, and he admitted: "What Senior Feng said is good, the 'Yungui Sword Technique' of Yizhuang was stolen. ”

Yan Wuxin frowned: "Could it be that the murderer is not seeking revenge with him, the real purpose is the martial arts secrets of each family?" ”

Ye Canglian said: "No matter what the purpose of this murderer is, the top priority now is to find out who the murderer is." ＂

Nan Yeyu nodded and said: "What Senior Ye said is extremely true, the younger generation will definitely find out the murderer and avenge his father." ＂

"Hahahaha, Nanyuntang, are you an old immortal finally dead? While they were discussing, a middle-aged woman's voice suddenly came from outside the house, and it was happy and sour.

At the same time, there was the sound of swords clashing.

Nan Yeyu's face changed, and he hurried out, and several other owners followed him.

When everyone went out, a middle-aged woman of about thirty or forty years old and a group of girls in white broke in from the main entrance.

This woman was born extremely beautiful, and she must have been a great beauty when she was young, but unfortunately there was an evil aura between her eyebrows and eyes, which was terrifying.

This person is none other than the master of the fog, Yin Hongying.