Zhumen is located at the Water Drop Lake, and one of the capitals, the Water Drop Capital, is distributed around this calm lake.

Some wealthy businessmen are willing to spend their wealth to buy a house near the water drop lake, just to dip the charm of the water drop lake and enjoy the tranquility in the bustling and hustle and bustle of the imperial capital.

Along the long street of Shuidi Lake, until the end is Zhumen, which occupies the best scenery of Shuidi Lake.

Zhumen Courtyard, it can be said that the first half is in the middle of the city, and the second half of the lake is completely into the island mountain, a towering and magnificent pavilion looming in those tall weeping willow forests, quiet and elegant.

It's just that a suona, like a black cry constantly echoing in front of the courtyard of Zhu Gate, when Zhu Minglang stepped into the courtyard, what he saw was one after another shocking white lanterns......

Some strange beast carriages stopped at the wide courtyard, and groups of dignitaries and nobles were stepping into the Zhumen, and in front of the Zhumen was a couple with gray hair.

Their faces were gloomy, and they were speaking to the visitors out of a kind of insensitive courtesy.

Their eyes were hollow, as if their souls were not in their bodies.

The people who came to mourn were endless, with white hanging sails and pale black fonts, accompanied by the mournful suona......

It's clearly a funeral!

Whose mourning??

Zhu Minglang's pace involuntarily accelerated.

He walked to the door, his eyes fixed on the white couple.

The couple didn't notice Zhu Minglang at first, but after seeing the young man's face clearly, those empty eyes finally had some luster!

"Uncle, aunt......" Zhu Minglang looked at them, and suddenly felt like a fish in his throat, unable to speak.

"Xiao Lang?" the couple suspected that they had misread and confirmed again and again.

In the end, the couple ran down from the high stairs at the same time, and it seemed that only by touching Zhu Minglang's temperature could they be sure that this was a living person!

"Uncle, aunt, who are you holding a funeral for??" asked Zhu Minglang.

Zhu Minglang already had an extremely bad premonition at the moment.

His uncle Zhu Yushan and aunt Bai Xin belong to those who have never had children, and they treat themselves more like their own children.

Later, when they were nearly forty years old, Zhu Yushan and Bai Xin decided to adopt an orphan who had taken refuge in Zhumenmen as an adopted son, named Zhu Tong.

Zhu Tong has been sensible and well-behaved since he was a child, although his qualifications are not excellent, he has always been grateful to Zhu Yushan and Bai Xin, and he has even more respect for his cousin......

When Zhu Minglang saw the white lanterns, and then saw the words written on the white hanging, he already felt that something was wrong.

"You're back, you're back. ”

Zhu Yushan's face showed wrinkles, obviously sad, but he was overjoyed and excited to see Zhu Minglang.

Bai Xin was the same, as if he saw his traveling child finally return, he grabbed Zhu Minglang's arm and was unwilling to let go.

"Uncle, aunt, where is Zhu Tong?" Zhu Minglang asked again.

Just then, a man riding a granite horned dragon arrived, with a half-bearded beard and a fan decorated with jade ornaments in his hand.

Beside him, there was a young man with dark pupils and a cold expression, and he was wearing a jet-black robe.

"Brother Yu Shan, Brother Yu Shan, it's not right to give up my brother, I'm a dog, I raise some fierce dragons and dragons on weekdays, and most importantly, he really doesn't know that the yellow-haired boy is your adopted son who wishes Yu Shan, for this reason, I specially let me bear the guilt here, and I hope that Brother Yu Shan will not pity the old feelings no matter what, how do you want to fall, listen to it!" said the half-bearded man with a sad look.

Zhu Yushan and Bai Xin looked at this time and found that the young man in black was really carrying a bundle of thorns on his back, and the thorns pierced into his skin......

It's just that what's the point of this kind of guilt.

What he hurt was just some flesh and skin, and he would be fine if he went back and rubbed the wound medicine, but Zhu Tong would sleep in the cold wooden coffin forever!

"Festival mourning, festival mourning, every big competition, after all, there will be accidental deaths, I wish Brother Yushan not to hurt the harmony between Zhumen and Zizonglin because of this incident. At this time, a lady dressed in a royal robe said.

"Yes, competitions often hurt the innocent, let alone two disciples who have to distinguish the winner from the loser. Brother Yushan, if you have any troubles, just tell us Zi Zonglin, our Zi Zonglin is indeed not right first. The middle-aged man with half a beard said.

"Skills are not as good as people, life and death have to be fate, a few elders, I know that I shouldn't be too heavy, but the dragon herder sometimes can't fully control the bloodiness of the dragon beast, if I have to bear the guilt like this every time I win in the future, then it's better for me to apologize for the crime first, and don't hold any big competitions in the major sects and clans!" said the black-clothed young man with a little resentment in his heart.

At this moment, a figure suddenly passed through the group, and he grabbed the black young man's throat with one hand, so that his throat bones were rattling!

"I'll do it for you, and I don't need you to kowtow when you enter the door!" Zhu Minglang grabbed the young man's throat, and countless white feathers appeared around him.

These feather-like spinning blades hovered around Zhu Minglang like that, as long as he gave an order, this young murderer would be cut into pieces!

"Xiao Lang, Xiao Lang, no, never. At this time, Aunt Bai Xin rushed over, hurriedly grabbed Zhu Minglang's hand, and motioned for him to let go.

"What a bastard, you actually committed murder here!" the half-bearded man was furious, and he slapped his palm at Zhu Minglang.

In the palm of his hand, a huge picture appeared like a flaming door.

In the door, a blue dragon with purple flames all over its body opened its mouth and bit towards Zhu Minglang's body.

Seeing this, Bai Xin hurriedly tried to block in front of Zhu Minglang, but Zhu Minglang stopped Bai Xin with one hand, and a pair of eyes suddenly flashed red, and his momentum skyrocketed at this moment, like a demon!

"Sword Spirit Dragon. ”

As soon as he spoke, he saw a sword break through the space, only to see the gorgeous phantom flashing out, and slashed towards the purple flame of the dragon without everyone reacting.

The Purple Flame Canglong could be said to be shocked, and originally wanted to pounce and devour Zhu Minglang, but he didn't dare to get out of that door for a while, and fled back to the spiritual realm like an earthworm.

"Xiao Lang, Xiao Lang ......" Bai Xin dissuaded again.

At this time, the entire courtyard looked here, and they all looked at Zhu Minglang who was pinching the neck of the black young man.

"Isn't that Zhu Minglang???

"Is it Zhu Tianguan's son, is that Zhu Minglang who has cultivated his sword?"

"Isn't there a rumor that he's dead?"

"Zhu Minglang used to be the little devil of the imperial capital, even the children of the royal family were cut off by him, and Hao Shaocong, the eldest disciple of Zizonglin, estimated that he would be unlucky. ”

"What kind of bad luck, I didn't hear that this little devil angered the sky, and his sword cultivation was completely destroyed, and he became a mortal wandering around, and he didn't have the face to come back!"

There are not many people who really come up to dissuade them, they are all standing on the sidelines and watching the play.

Is there less of this kind of thing between the clans and clans?

In the end, because of the Imperial Court, big things have turned into small things, and the last thing to see is nothing more than who has more power and more background.

"Get out of here and kowtow a hundred heads, or I'll slaughter you and your father together." Zhu Minglang pushed hard and threw the little bastard on the ground.

Hao Shaocong coughed violently, his face was flushed, and anger quickly filled his chest, and only after his breath finally evened out did he stand up, pointed at Zhu Minglang and said, "What are you, Zhu Tong's bullshit brother!"

At this time, the man with half a beard hurriedly pulled Hao Shaocong to his side, and glared at him fiercely to shut him up.

"Father, this man is going to kill me......"

"Shut up!" Hao Yong shouted, so frightened that Hao Shaocong's face turned pale and retreated to the side of the royal lady.

Hao Yong took a deep breath, and then he piled up an apology on his face and said: "It turned out to be the son of the famous Zhu Tianguan, Zhu Minglang." This time it was indeed too angry when the dog competed, and he lost Zhu Tong's life, as a father, I will definitely personally supervise and let my son kowtow in front of Zhu Tong's mourning hall with this hundred heads. ”

"Zhu Minglang?" The royal lady stared at Zhu Minglang up and down, and finally snorted coldly, "Hmph, it's no longer what it was back then, it's still so rampant, if you really have Zhu Tianguan and Zhu Xue to protect you, you can do whatever you want in this imperial capital." ”

"Mrs. Zhao, how far are you going to get me out, and if you say one more thing that I don't like to hear, I guarantee that your Zhao clan can also catch up with a funeral this month. Zhu Minglang said coldly to the royal lady.

They are all old acquaintances who have had a holiday, and Zhu Minglang doesn't need to be polite to them.

This Mrs. Zhao, relying on herself as the wife of a member of the royal family, came to support the father and son of the Hao family, although her uncle Zhu Yushan and her aunt Bai Xin have always been ordinary people, they are definitely not bullied!

I want to settle things as a royal family and dream!

"You ......" Mrs. Zhao pointed at Zhu Minglang, but she was so angry that she couldn't speak.

The most important thing is that Mrs. Zhao is really a little jealous of Zhu Minglang, cutting off the hands and feet of the children of the royal family, he Zhu Minglang has done it, not to mention that her mother's Zhao family is not a royal family.

Zhu Minglang did this thing, and with Zhu Tianguan here, no one dared to take Zhu Minglang what to do.

"Xiao Lang, it's good for you to come back, it's good for you to come back, Zhu Tong's matter, alas, let's go see him first, he has always wanted to see you again, Zhu Tong has been practicing hard all these years, and it is also to be able to catch up with you...... Alas, go and see him, and talk to him. Bai Xin said as tears fell.

How could she not be angry and sad for her adopted son.

But what about them.

Those who died in the great competition of the major forces, in the words of those in the royal family: that is, their skills are inferior to others, and an inevitable accident occurred.