In the dead of night, in Langya City, only a pavilion in the inner city covering an extremely wide area is as bright as day, and everyone who appears in the pavilion is a cultivator, and no ordinary person can be found.

This is where the dragon feast is held.

On the plaque of this pavilion, there are engraved with three gilded characters of "Panlong Banquet", which is said to be the pen of His Majesty the Emperor himself.

So this handwriting is not very good-looking, but no one dares to tell the truth, and there are even some very cheeky people, standing under the plaque, highly admiring these three gilded characters, and the gorgeous rhetoric is not like money, and the ability to shoot the dragon's fart is brought into full play.

There is still time left before the official banquet, and although the pavilion is already overcrowded, there are still many disciples who practice the mountain gate and have not yet appeared.

In the process of waiting, this place has really become a very ordinary banquet, there are relatively friendly mountain disciples greeting, chatting about their own cultivation interests, there are also monks who don't like each other, all kinds of ridicule and belittlement, and they are about to fight, if it weren't for the fact that there are many palace guards around, there would have been many blood-stained incidents at the scene.

However, the disciples who really come from the powerful cultivation mountain sect will not be like those wastewood who seem to be reckless in the rivers and lakes, they all maintain a very cultivated appearance, even if they are talking to each other, they are all invisibly exuding atmosphere.

Regarding the appearance of a certain Heavenly Pride at the Panlong Banquet, none of the young cultivators present were stingy with their words, and the name that was talked about the most was Shen Qiubai, who had the praise of the Son of Dao Heaven in the Star Picking Mansion.

Shen Qiubai's strength among the younger generation in Jiang Guo is recognized, even if some people feel unconvinced, but more of them still worship Shen Qiubai, resulting in those scattered strange voices not making any waves at all, and they are completely drowned out.

"It is said that Senior Brother Shen is the person closest to the threshold of the Five Realms, even the Mr. Bei in the academy and the chief of the Imperial Sword Academy are not comparable. ”

"Senior Brother Shen is not only the strongest young monk in our Jiang Kingdom, but also one of the best figures in the entire world, trying to find a strong person who can compete with Senior Brother Shen is like looking for a needle in a haystack. ”

"But I once heard what the teachings in the mountain gate said, in the Eastern Wei Dynasty, there was a person who crossed the threshold of the Five Realms at a young age, compared to this person, I'm afraid that even Senior Brother Shen is a little inferior, right?"

"Where did you hear all the rumors? What is the name of the person who crossed the threshold of the Five Realms? If there is really such a demon, how can there be no deeds about him in the world? It's just a trumped rumor, and it really can't be true. ”

"I don't think this matter is groundless, because I have also heard the master in the mountain gate talk about it, but it is said that although that person is not confused, he is also much older than Senior Brother Shen, so I can't say that Senior Brother Shen is slightly inferior, among the monks of the same generation, Senior Brother Shen is still the strongest deservedly. ”

"I agree with this very much, Senior Brother Shen should be a man standing at the top, don't involve those older cultivators, otherwise if you want to find an old-timer who is stronger than Senior Brother Shen, you can't count it with one pair of hands, and there is no comparison in itself. ”

"However, it is rumored that the monk who crossed the threshold of the Five Realms is only less than thirty years old, so he can't be regarded as an old-timer, right?"

The atmosphere of the scene seemed to suddenly become a little silent, and then the last person to speak silently closed his mouth, and soon, the scene was lively again.

Outside the pavilion, at this time, there was a disciple from a cultivation mountain gate who rushed to the banquet, and the person at the head was Lu Changge, the corner of his mouth raised a smile, staring at the plaque of the pavilion, and stepped over the threshold.

......

A light rain at night enveloped the capital.

Once a famous family, within He Fu.

The young man with the sword on his back stood quietly in the middle of the courtyard.

Under the eaves of the main hall, there are many descendants of He Fu.

With the exception of some elders, the young men were more or less disabled.

Some lost their arms, and their sleeves flew empty.

Some lost their legs and sat in wheelchairs, staring blankly.

They are obviously the best years of spirit, but they are all depressed.

Most of the descendants of the He family who can be slightly on the stage are disabled and abolished because of their domineering style, bullying men and women, and even those disciples who are officials in the court are also imprisoned by Jingzhao Mansion, some are dead, and some are worse than dead.

The He family has fallen into unimaginable circumstances.

The road of the court is no longer feasible, so they set their sights on the cultivation mountain gate, and He Zhengrong, who is a concubine, is the only person in the entire He family who has the qualification to practice.

It's just that He Zhengrong is now practicing in the inner courtyard of the palace, and they don't dare to blatantly ridicule and bully anymore, but the thoughts in their hearts have never changed, and they always look like they are condescending in the face of He Zhengrong.

Even some people think about how happy it is for the disciples who have left the inner courtyard of the palace to bow their arrogant heads in front of them.

He Shizai is already an ancient man, and he is now in charge of the He family.

It's not that he still has so much energy to manage the family, but that there are no characters who can get on the stage among those descendants of the lineage, the He family is already very decadent, if it is handed over to a person who has no ability at all, the He family will not face decadence, but destruction.

At least at this point, He Shizai is still sober.

At this time, the Panlong banquet is about to be held, and He Zhengrong happens to be qualified to go to the banquet, which has also become a good opportunity for the He family to get rid of the decline and return to the top.

He Shi barely overflowed a trace of essence in his cloudy eyes, standing under the eaves and staring at He Zhengrong in the courtyard, "Zhengrong, as a disciple of the inner courtyard of the palace, you are also the only hope for the revitalization of my He family, the Panlong Banquet is the biggest feast for my Jiang Guo monks, if you can win the championship in one fell swoop, you will definitely be able to sound the Jiang Guo cultivation world, the big people in the court, and even Your Majesty will look at you differently, so why worry that my He family will not return to the peak, so as to surpass the glory of the ancestors!"

"That's right, in order to send you to the palace, how many resources did my He family spend to forge a sharp sword for you, and all the resources that originally belonged to the descendants of the descendants were also given to you, if you can't win in the Panlong Banquet, then I don't want to say that it is the He family, our He family will not produce such a waste as you!"

There was a woman wearing thick rouge gouache and wearing gold and silver glaring at He Zhengrong viciously, and the disdain in her eyes was undisguised.

Although He Shizai is the current head of the He family, he is not the head of the family, he is He Zhengrong's own grandfather, and the head of the family is He Zhengrong's father, and the woman who still wears gold and silver in the decay of the He family is the housewife, and it is also the wife of He Zhengrong's father's big house.

He Zhengrong hated what his father had done to his mother, and he ignored it afterwards.

He hated the humiliation and oppression of his mother by the housewife of the He family.

He also hated He Shi for turning a blind eye to this matter.

hates the brothers and sisters of the He family even more, and ridicules and scolds him since he was a child.

At the moment of his mother's death, when he was unable to resist, he chose to endure humiliation and steal his life.

And now he has the strength to absolutely crush everyone in the He family.

Whether the He family was or is now, they are just a famous family in the eyes of ordinary people.

But he is now a cultivator, a sword cultivator of the Sword Academy of the Imperial Palace, and the hatred he squeezed in the past should be vented.

He Zhengrong stood in the courtyard, listened to these words silently, and said indifferently: "Being admitted to the palace is the result of my own efforts, and the resources you so-called poured into me are only to compensate for what happened to me and my mother in the He family, and it is not even enough." ”

"What you rely on is only the former fame of the He family, but it's a pity that the so-called descendants of your He family are all some bad seeds and waste wood, sheltered in the shadow of their ancestors, eating and waiting for death. ”

"If you just want to do this, the background of the He family is enough for you to live this life, but you just want to die everywhere, in the capital, at the feet of the Son of Heaven, without any scruples, and now you are in such a decline, it is just to blame. ”

Those descendants of the He family showed angry faces, they didn't seem to believe that He Zhengrong, the concubine, dared to say such a thing.

It is true that they all know very well what He Zhengrong's identity in the capital city as a disciple of the inner courtyard of the palace, but for more than ten years, they have long been accustomed to raising their chins to see He Zhengrong, and the so-called lofty posture has long become subconscious, and they still subconsciously feel that He Zhengrong is very easy to bully.

Now that He Zhengrong actually had the idea of resisting, they felt very surprised and even more angry.

Especially the housewife of the He family, who was wearing gold and silver, shook off several layers of powder from her face that was already smeared with thick fat powder due to anger, and she pointed at He Zhengrong angrily, "Good you evil animal!" The He family has devoted all their resources to help you enter the palace and become a cultivator, but they have raised a white-eyed wolf, I knew that this was the case, I should have strangled you when you were just born!"

The He family's housewife did have this idea back then, but for the sake of the He family's face, she didn't choose to do it after all, but it was precisely because she didn't directly strangle He Zhengrong that He Zhengrong also suffered the most tragic childhood, and now is also the time for him to fight back.

He Shi frowned and looked at his daughter-in-law scolding like a shrew, and he was also a little unhappy in his heart, but He Zhengrong's words made him a little angry.

When He Shi was young, the He family was still a prominent family, but the decline of the He family also began in his generation, although the culprits who eventually led to such a situation were those young children of the lineage, but they also paid a painful price, after all, it was a thing of the past.

In the face of He Zhengrong's bland ridicule, He Shizai said angrily: "Even if they are unbearable, they are also your brothers, what you should do is to regain the prestige of my He family, if there is no help from my He family's resources, how can you be so lucky to have your current identity!"

He Zhengrong looked at his grandfather seriously for the first time, the so-called grandfather who had touched his head when he was a child, and the grandfather who witnessed the atrocities of the eldest woman against his mother and son and was indifferent.

Mother is just a woman with a very humble identity, her future cannot be decided by herself, even the identity of the concubine is also forced, He Zhengrong should not exist, even if he exists, he should not be surnamed He, although he has no way to choose his identity, but he has the ability to decide his future.

He looked at He Shizai calmly, and said: "I don't want to mention more about the previous things, but you don't always talk about how many resources the He family spent on my admission to the palace, if I don't have the cultivation qualifications, and you spend countless resources, I won't be able to enter the palace either." ”

"What else are the resources you have spent other than forging a sword for me? I can't help it except when I was a child, but I haven't spent a penny on your He family now, and I already have a new sword, if you want, I can return the old sword to you. ”

As soon as the words fell, He Zhengrong had an extra sword in his hand, and when he threw it away, the sword flew towards He Shi with a whistling sound.

He Shizai's complexion changed greatly, he hurriedly retreated, and almost fell, and the people standing under the eaves were also in a mess, but no one went to support He Shizai, or firmly blocked in front of him, but hugged his head one by one, even those descendants with broken legs were desperately rolling out of the wheelchair and crawling away with both hands.

Such a chaotic scene was naturally also seen by He Shizai, his face turned blue and red with shame, and his feet trembled, and he fell down with his head up, slamming on the hard floor under the eaves, and let out a miserable scream.

With this scream and a crunching sound, the noisy picture fell silent for a moment.

He Shi was where he was standing, with a sword inserted, and cracks spread out on the floor like spider webs.

The housewife of the He family, whose face was already very pale and smeared with rouge gouache, turned a few points whiter, she subconsciously swallowed a mouthful of saliva, but didn't think about helping the old man who fell, but looked at He Zhengrong in horror, the expression on her face changed several times, and then she roared angrily: "What do you bastard want to do? Do you still want to kill people!"

Some people also seemed to want to get rid of their fear, and subconsciously shouted: "Don't think that you are so presumptuous when the head of the family is not in the house! The old man is still there! Could it be that you still want to commit the evil act of killing your father and relatives!"

They shouted very loudly, but no one cared about He Shizai, who was lying on the ground and humming.

He Zhengrong quietly watched the unbearable performance of these people, and felt a little uncomfortable in his heart, but since he wanted to cut off all this, he didn't intend to give these people the slightest face, a cold light flashed in his eyes, and the natal sword slammed, slashed over the courtyard, and flew back into his hands, "Whoever dares to make a noise again, I will kill him!"

The thunderous sound lasted in the ears of every He family member for a long time.

In an instant, the entire He Mansion became eerily silent.

He Zhengrong looked at them coldly, and said in a deep voice: "How I behave at the Panlong Banquet has nothing to do with your He family, from today on, I, He Zhengrong, have nothing to do with your He family, if you die by yourself, and then dare to do anything, I don't mind sending you all to Huangquan Road with my own hands!"

The natal flying sword broke away from his palm, a cold light flashed, and a strand of broken hair fell down.

For the parents of the body, cutting the hair is the most ruthless and firm severance from all contacts.

The He family looked at this scene in shock, and even He Shizai, who finally sat up, was stupid when he saw the strand of broken hair.

"I've cut off my hair. ”

......

He Zhengrong walked straight out of the gate of He Mansion.

On the opposite street stood a man in Tsing Yi.

"I thought you wouldn't be able to resist killing them. ”

He Zhengrong frowned and looked at the man in Tsing Yi and said, "Who are you?"

The man in Tsing Yi smiled: "I am Qingyi of the Heavenly Academy. ”

He Zhengrong was silent for a moment and said: "I'm not so stupid, if I really kill them, whether it's your Heavenly Council, the Xuanzheng Division, or the Jingzhao Mansion, they will arrest me for the crime of killing relatives, and I don't want to give everyone in the He family a funeral." ”

Qingyi said: "But you will always be a little unwilling in your heart." ”

Of course He Zhengrong was unwilling, he really wanted to directly draw his sword and kill all the people in He Mansion, but Jiang Guo and even the whole world would not allow such a tragic incident to happen, after all, this is not a vendetta, killing all his close relatives is really inhumane, and the sky is angry and resentful.

Qingyi said: "Your father was out doing business, and the spies of the Heavenly Council found that he was blocked by mountain bandits, killed, and his body was on his way to the capital. ”

He Zhengrong was a little surprised, but he also vaguely knew why Qingyi of the Heavenly Cardinal Yuan appeared outside the gate of He Mansion at this time.

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