The beautiful bronze oil lamp illuminates Yang Tianhong's figure. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

His hair ran down his shoulders, and the flickering light divided the young man into two distinct parts. Under the oil lamp, his skin appeared whiter than usual, and a long shadow dragged behind him, adding a mysterious and gloomy temperament to him, which looked even more intimidating.

Yang Tianhong walked all the way to the bed, ignoring the concubine who was huddled in the quilt and shivering, his eyes showed a sharp and cold gaze, staring at his uncle Yang Liansheng who was sitting on the bed and was full of ****.

"Little Bunny, you ......"

As soon as the words that wanted to scold came to his mouth, Yang Liansheng's eyes suddenly widened, and he swallowed the words that had not yet been said in the second half of the sentence.

He saw the person Yang Tianhong grabbed in his left hand and dragged him in from the outside.

That is his own son Yang Xiong.

The houses of the rich and noble are very exquisitely furnished. The firewood room and utility room will be far away from the main house, so as not to disturb the owner's rest and cleanliness. Yang Xiong's dantian was abolished, and he was grabbed by Yang Tianhong's ankle all the way from the firewood room and dragged upside down, his body bumped and bumped with the stone slab of the steps, no less than the most tragic torture, and the clothes on his body were soaked with blood. Under the light of the oil lamp, the fierceness and domineering aura on that face had long been gone, covered with dense cracks and dirty blood, and the whole person was dying.

Yang Tianhong's right hand was slowly dripping bright red blood. It was the blood of two servants who had been knocked in from outside the bedroom. For these guys who are fighting for the tiger, Yang Tianhong showed no mercy, and directly aimed at the vital point of the head, even the skull was smashed to pieces, and the brains flew sideways, and he died on the spot.

The purpose of killing people is to make other living people understand: I am the real master of the Yang Mansion.

"Being honest with each other" is, of course, a compliment. However, Yang Liansheng, who was naked at the moment, didn't think so. He hurriedly grabbed a long gown from the head of the bed, covered it indiscriminately, and without even fastening his belt, he forced himself to straighten up, suppressed the deep fear in his heart, and sat down on the edge of the bed.

Yang Liansheng tensed the muscles on his face as much as possible, wanting to show the majesty that the leader of the Yang family's outer court should have. However, no matter what he did, he always felt that his cheeks were trembling, the corners of his eyes were twitching unconsciously, and even his fingers were trembling slightly uncontrollably.

The person who is a father knows his son best.

Yang Liansheng knew that his son Yang Xiong was very capable of fighting.

Really, even his own father is not Yang Xiong's opponent at all.

The veterans left behind by the late hussar generals such as Yang Dashan were not mistaken, Yang Liansheng was a waste.

This person can't read, and he is still a broken talent in his fifties. Cultivation is also without any progress, relying on the elixir wealth accumulated by the Yang Mansion for many years, until now, the cultivation has only reached the second level of qi refining.

If it weren't for the identity of the kinship, such a person would not be able to be in charge of the outer courtyard of the Yang family.

Yang Liansheng's thinking at the moment is extremely sober: his son Yang Xiong is the biggest reliance on his hands. Now, looking at Yang Xiong's unconscious appearance on the ground, he was obviously seriously injured. Moreover, it is still the miserable kind.

"You, what do you want?"

The moment this sentence blurted out, Yang Liansheng, who was covered with cold sweat on his forehead, already regretted it.

Yang Tianhong's eyes released a strange brilliance, and the corners of his mouth immediately loosened, revealing an undisguised sarcasm.

The Great Chu Dynasty was founded on "martial arts", and the Yang family has been military generals for generations. Although his father, the hussar general, has passed away, Yang Tianhong's grandfather, Yang Rong, the current patriarch of the Yang family, is still the famous "Marquis of Guangping". The entire Yang family has spread out, and there are dozens of family descendants in the outer courtyard alone. However, it is such a place with a strong martial arts atmosphere, and Yang Liansheng, who is responsible for managing all the children of the family, is actually a pustule and waste who does not dare to stand up from the bed to fight.

Even if Yang Liansheng roared angrily.

Even if Yang Liansheng looks like a madman.

Even if Yang Liansheng beat them out of order, or begged him to let them go for his son Yang Xiong, Yang Tianhong would not have such an extremely contemptuous thought.

One is an eleven-year-old standing in front of the bed, with a straight body and a cold gaze.

One is an adult in his fifties sitting on a bed shivering, with an earthy face.

Pustule!

Rubbish!

Soft eggs!

Yang Tianhong suddenly lost interest in killing Yang Liansheng. Although this thought was a few minutes ago, it was an extremely strong and persistent desire in my mind that had to be implemented. He had fantasized countless times about killing the Yang family's father and son. But I never thought that things would evolve into the way they are now.

Taking a deep breath, Yang Tianhong gradually slowed down the speed of the "Tongtian Decision" in his body, and said in an extremely cold voice with no emotion: "Take your son and get out of my house." ”

This is the late hussar general, who waited for the mansion bravely. Yang Liansheng is just the younger brother of Yang Tianhong's dead mother. According to the bloodline, you can call him "uncle". As far as property is concerned, everything here has nothing to do with the Yang family's father and son.

They came to the door as Yang Tianhong's mother's family to seek support, and all the fame and fortune were obtained by their father on the battlefield in exchange for life and death. They don't work to earn even a single copper plate, but they enjoy themselves here like parasites.

The word "roll" roared in Yang Liansheng's mind like thunder, completely waking him up from extreme fear.

What are you kidding? I worked hard to rack my brains before entering the Yang Mansion and becoming the commander of the outer court.

Leave Yang's Mansion and return to your hometown to live on those few acres of thin fields?

Don't say it's a beautiful young concubine around her, I'm afraid that even if it's the original yellow-faced woman, she won't be willing to follow her and continue to live the poor and cold days before.

Cultivation requires pills. Take the most common "Forging Body Pill" as an example, which contains several precious medicinal materials. is just a shabby talent, even eating is a problem, where can I talk about what to buy pills?

"I, I am the Houshan Bo given by His Majesty. ”

The huge contrast of interests made the fear disappear from Yang Liansheng's mind in an instant, his tone became fanatical, and his speech became smoother: "The entire Yang Mansion must be in charge of me." Don't forget, that's what Your Majesty meant. ”

Yang Tianhong's eyes froze, his hands involuntarily and slowly clenched, and his face immediately revealed a stronger ferocity and killing intent than before.

The decree to promote Yang Lian to the rank of "Uncle of Houshan" was handed down in the year when the news of his father's death was transmitted back to the imperial court.

Speaking of which, Emperor Shunming of Great Chu can be regarded as a very good person. In addition to his biological mother, Yang Tianhong's father also married a flat wife Xu, and it was precisely considering that the stepmother's family might be unfavorable to the young Yang Tianhong, so Emperor Shunming ordered: Give the hussar general a wife, that is, Yang Tianhong's biological mother's younger brother Yang Liansheng "Houshan Earl" title, temporarily take charge of all the affairs of the Yang Mansion.

This is Emperor Mingzong's love for the son of the late hussar general. As the old saying goes: when your mother dies, your uncle dies.

But the emperor is not an all-knowing and all-powerful saint after all, he never thought that Yang Liansheng, who got the position of earl, not only did not care for his nephew Yang Tianhong as he imagined, but intensified his desire to seize the property of the Yang family, and even coveted the position of Yang Tianhong's deceased father's Yiyong Marquis, and deliberately abused this child in every way, and even wanted to kill him.

Yang Tianhong slowly let go of his fist-clenched hands.

Killing Yang Liansheng is just an unrealistic idea. After all, he was the earl of the imperial court. Regardless of the cause of the incident, Yang Tianhong must bear the responsibility for the murder and accept the punishment of the laws of the Chu Dynasty.

That was not the result Yang Tianhong wanted. The son of a hussar general should be a hero who stands up to the sky, not a criminal in a prison cell.

There was a brief silence, but only a few seconds. Yang Liansheng, whose brain was flying, had already figured out how to deal with it, and a smug and sinister smile slowly appeared on his thin face.

This little bunny would never dare to do anything to me. Otherwise, it is the following offense.

In the whole world, except for the immortals, it is the emperor who is the biggest.

Lao Tzu is bullying and insulting you.

Lao Tzu wants to occupy all your wealth.

Lao Tzu just wants to live in the mansion that your parents have worked so hard to buy their lives for generations, and never move their butt nests, what can you do to me?

I am your own uncle, and I am the Houshan Uncle canonized by His Majesty. Dare to move a finger of me, and tomorrow Lao Tzu will go to the Zongren Mansion to sue you.

Yang Tianhong didn't speak, but just stared at Yang Liansheng with a smug face with cold eyes.

This is what an extremely brazen person is. Even if his own son was lying on the ground and beaten half to death, he would never give up the benefits he had already received for Yang Xiong.

There is no problem if the son is dead or abolished. As long as he is willing, Yang Liansheng can completely regenerate him ten or eight.

Yang Tianhong can beat Yang Xiong to a cripple, or even beat him to death. Because Yang Xiong is just an ordinary person, he has no official title.

Yang Liansheng is different, he is still an earl after all.

Yang Tianhong stared at Yang Liansheng for nearly five minutes.

Time flies so slowly, and this kind of frozen and dull atmosphere is simply cruel torture to Yang Liansheng. Just when he couldn't help the soreness of his legs and feet, and wanted to change his posture, he heard the words that came out of Yang Tianhong's mouth word by word.

"I've given you a chance. Since you don't have a face to face, your end will be worse than death. I promise, you'll regret everything you've done!"

......

The night is still deep.

Holding Yang Dashan and Yang Dahai, who were covered in blood, Yang Tianhong, who was pale, didn't say a word, walked directly into Yang Xiong's room, and carefully put the two seriously injured veterans on the bed.

This is the most luxurious and comfortable room in the outer courtyard of the entire Yang Mansion except for Yang Liansheng's residence.

The servants and maids who were waiting outside were scared away. Although no one knows why Yang Tianhong's skills have suddenly increased greatly, everyone knows very well: the domestic servants in the mansion are those burly and sturdy guys, and several of them have been beaten to death by the young master. Especially in the middle of the body, the bones were completely shattered.

Yang Tianhong took out two smooth porcelain cups from the tea tray on the table, then took out a Yuanqi Pill, gently scraped a little powder from the surface of the pill with his fingernails, and mixed it with the purified water poured in advance in the porcelain cup to form a very light Dan liquid.

The water in the cup is still clean and transparent, but it exudes a fragrance like a lotus flower.

Yang Tianhong helped the two veterans up from the bed and slowly fed the diluted Dan liquid into the mouths of the two.

The medicinal effect of the Yuan Qi Pill is too strong, and it must be guided by a suitable exercise before it can enter the body and transform into the spiritual energy required by the monk. Yang Dashan and Yang Dahai suffered more abuse than Yang Tianhong, and they had been wounded on the battlefield when they were young, so they had already become physically weak, and they could only be slowly recuperated with diluted pill liquid.

Yang Tianhong had already thought about it: if these two veterans could not be saved, he would rather give up everything, and kill all the people in the outer courtyard of the entire Yang Mansion to bury Yang Dashan and Yang Dahai.

The effect of the pill is very obvious. Soon, the two veterans were asleep, their breathing became smooth and rhythmic, and the amplitude of their chests gradually stabilized.

Yang Tianhong sat on the chair and silently looked up at the moon outside the window.

That last sentence is not a meaningless threat. He does have a way to deal with the brazen Yang Liansheng. It's just that if you really want to implement it, you will have to wait until tomorrow morning.

The cold moonlight shone on Yang Tianhong's body, with a slightly childish face, and there was a faint maturity and perseverance that did not match the age of eleven.

The consciousness was released again, and he entered the Linglong Treasure Lock.

It was still the same blank and spacious room, and the tomb of the nameless teacher remained intact. Yang Tianhong took a closer look and found that the footprints he left on the ground had not changed at all. It also shows that there is no second person in this place who has come to this place except himself.

The door in the front direction was still locked, and it was pushed hard, but it didn't move.

The spaces that are blocked by iron bars are not large, that is, about one square meter. Yang Tianhong looked at the treasures behind the three iron grates with keen eyes: a five-thousand-year-old skullcap, a sword with a unique shape, and a jade bottle filled with elixir......

Not knowing whether it was the environmental influence inside the Linglong Treasure Lock, or the potential effect of the dead ancestor, Yang Tianhong suddenly felt that he had added a lot of unfamiliar things to his mind, and even the concept of consciousness became surprising to him.

Even Yang Tianhong himself didn't realize when he began to have a concept of "minutes" and the like. In the past, the units of time he knew were usually "hours" and "breathing".

But it doesn't matter.

Nothing compares to improving one's own cultivation.

If I'm still as powerless as ever, even if I'm lucky enough to survive this time, I won't be able to escape the fate of death next time.

I'm going to be stronger.

Thinking of this, Yang Tianhong took out the two jade bottles containing the elixir from his pocket, and approached him to take a closer look.

There were still fourteen Yuan Qi Pills in the first jade bottle. Under normal circumstances, the Yuan Qi Pill is a reward given by the major cultivation sects to the disciples of the foundation building period of the inner gate. As for the cultivators in the Qi refining stage, it was impossible for them to come into contact with the Yuan Qi Pill at all.

There was only one Pei Yuan Dan in the second jade bottle. Due to the preciousness of the material and the difficulty of refining, this elixir has been able to be included in the category of "precious", and it is usually only held by Jindan-level grandmasters.

Whether it was Pei Yuan Dan or Yuan Qi Dan, it was not something that ordinary secular monks could have. Although Qi Refiners can often be seen in the secular world, and Foundation Cultivation Cultivators can occasionally be seen, neither the number nor the strength can be compared to the major cultivation sects.

Swallowing another Yuan Qi Pill, feeling the comfort brought by the slow operation of the medicinal power in his body, Yang Tianhong looked at the jade bottle that was firmly sealed by the iron grating and had "One Hundred Yuan Qi Pills", and his eyes gradually became excited and scorching.

I need more pills.

However, the conditions for opening this iron fence are also very clear: the third layer of gas refining must be reached.

Yang Tianhong felt like a thief who walked into the royal vault by chance, and was able to see thick gold bricks representing great wealth, but because the gold bricks were too large, they couldn't move them at all, let alone take them away.

Cultivation pays attention to chance and personal qualifications.

Yang Tianhong has been bullied for too long. It's like a spring that has been pressed down, and the moment it suddenly loosens the prohibition, it will definitely bounce high. He's in this state right now, desperate to get more and more power, to completely change his situation.

Even he couldn't tell why, so he suddenly reached out and grabbed the iron grate, shaking it desperately with all his strength.

It's no different from shaking a cage like a prisoner in a prison cell. If the cage is casually torn open, then there is no need for the prison to exist, let alone imprison prisoners.

Yang Tianhong knew that his outrageous actions had no effect. But subconsciously, he needed such a way to vent his inner desires.

A very unexpected thing happened: just when Yang Tianhong was pulling the iron fence hard, there was a sudden loud sound of "bang" on the wall next to him. Just in front of Yang Tianhong's eyes, the heavy walls began to shrink, and a passage more than ten meters deep appeared.

The change was too sudden. Yang Tianhong opened his mouth wide, and he couldn't close it for a long time, his face was full of unbelievable shock. Looking at the dimly lit passageway, he took several deep breaths in a row before finally lifting his feet and walking in.

The passage is very ordinary, the walls are smooth and hard, and I don't know what the material is. Yang Tianhong quickly walked to the end of the passage, where there were no ornaments, only a circular stone platform rising from the ground, and a strange pattern in the middle.

That's a lock.

The style and shape are exactly the same as the Linglong treasure lock that Yang Tianhong hangs on his chest, that is, he is in it at the moment.

The groove is very detailed, and Yang Tianhong carefully observed the light coming in from outside the passage and found that this lock groove can be divided into three parts: the lock cylinder, the lock latch and the chain.

The cylinder is located in the center of the groove, which is the only part of the groove that exists. Yang Tianhong subconsciously reached out and took out the lock cylinder, and found that this was a piece of metal that did not know the specific texture, and the surface showed a silvery-white luster, hard and heavy. Other than that, there's nothing special about it.

This groove, to be precise, should be the lock at the end of this inlaid channel, is incomplete. It lacks latches and chains.