Since Yin Hong fainted and didn't wake up, the minister in the palace blocked the news as soon as possible. The people in the palace were panicked, especially several imperial doctors, who were even more nervous, for fear that the ministers of the court and the central government would hold themselves accountable, and even more afraid that His Majesty would wake up and blame the poor treatment for his own head. Fortunately, Lin Qianyu walked out of the dormitory in time and told them kneeling outside that His Majesty had woken up, but they needed to recuperate, so they all dispersed, and everyone breathed a sigh of relief, and finally picked up a life.

"There is news from the back of the string, Nan Jucai was killed on the spot with an arrow through his heart!"

"What's going on over there in Golden Villa?" Yin Hong finally heard a good news that made him feel comfortable, since the appearance of the desolate surname, his plans have all failed, and now at this juncture, Nan Jucai's death is believed to bring a hard blow to Golden Villa!

"Everyone is sad, prepare to bury Nan Jucai after guarding their hearts!" The mysterious voice reported truthfully, this information will definitely not be wrong, and it also shows the death of Nan Jucai.

"After the Glowing Guard, the Golden Villa will be extinct on the night of the Glowing Guard, and the people with the desolate surname will become the sacrifice of bad omen!

At dawn, the sky seemed to not want to unveil the mystery and spread the light to the earth, and the Golden Mountain Villa welcomed the first wave of visitors early.

"The old man Wu Zijian, on behalf of the four major factions of Dali, came to visit the Golden Villa, and looked forward to the desolate young master's condescending greeting. "The words are not insincere, a group of sixteen people came to the Golden Villa early to wait, but after yesterday's death of Nan Jucai, the grass and trees in the Golden Villa subconsciously thought that the group of people in front of them were coming to the Golden Villa to find trouble, and at that moment Yun Cai shouted and called out two Golden Guards to surround the group of sixteen people!

Wu Zijian was dressed in a cyan robe and carried an ancient sword, and his calm expression did not seem to be surprised by the hospitality of the Golden Villa, and he said in a harmonious voice unhurriedly: "I have heard that the surname of the barren has a gentle personality, is this the hospitality of the Golden Villa?"

Yun Cai's eyes were cold, and his voice was cold: "I don't know why Elder Wu of the Sword Sect is here?"

"Half a month ago, the Sword Sect and the Broken Love Bone came to the imperial capital to participate in the Han Accord auction, and all the people and horses were lost in the Cold Wind Shop. Before Wu Zijian could finish speaking, Yun Cai immediately interrupted unceremoniously: "Could it be that Your Excellency believes that this matter is the work of the Golden Mountain Villa, and today you are here to ask the master for the crime?"

"Don't dare!" Today, the old man came to the Golden Mountain Villa on behalf of the Four Great Sects to ask for an explanation from the young master of the wilderness, ask the ins and outs of the matter, and go back to his life!" Although Wu Zijian was very humble, he was full of disrespect in Yun Cai's eyes.

"What is the explanation? How noble is the identity of my young master, how can you allow you to be presumptuous here? If there is evidence to prove that the Hanfeng Dian tragedy was done by the Golden Villa, take it out, and if you can't take it out, get out of here quickly! Otherwise, hmph, don't blame me for being ruthless!" Yun Cai's eyes flashed with fierceness, no wonder he, who had always had a gentle temperament, would be so murderous. Nan Jucai, who had always been kind to his subordinates last night, came back from the coffin, which was undoubtedly a thunderbolt from the sky to the top and bottom of the Golden Villa, and everyone was extremely sad and secretly sad. And this morning, a large number of people who offended the absurd surname in the name of Xingshi asked for guilt came, so that Yun Cai couldn't bear it anymore, so he sprinkled all his anger on Wu Zijian.

Wu Zijiangui is an elder of the Sword Sect, and he previously received rumors that the mastermind behind the Hanfeng Dian tragedy was the Golden Villa. This time, he came to the Golden Mountain Villa on behalf of the Four Great Sects to ask for an explanation, but he was humiliated by a small porter. He couldn't swallow this breath anymore, and immediately shouted loudly: "You little porter is so bullying and desolate, how does the young master discipline you on weekdays? Of course I have the evidence, but you are not qualified to talk to the old man!"

In Yun Cai's noncommittal smile, a voice burst out: "I don't know what qualifications you have to see me?"

Huang Junyu and Moxibustion Wu walked out slowly, Moxibustion Wu took off the dull outfit of the sunset, changed into a black military uniform, and silently followed behind Huang Junyu like a bodyguard.

Wu Zijian looked at the white-haired Desolate Monarch with a fisherman's temperament, and his heart suddenly lost for a moment, remembering that the news received by the elders guarding the mountain before should be true.

"Sword Sect Wu Zijian has seen the barren young master!" Wu Zijian bowed slightly, he still needed to complete the etiquette of the barren surname now.

It is said that he will not hit the smiling face when he stretches out his hand, but Huang Junyu did not give Wu Zijian the slightest face: "Show evidence! Otherwise, I will chop you up and feed it to the dogs!"

It is not the first time that Wu Zijian has been insulted and provoked today, but he finally saw Huang Junyu and even if he completed more than half of his task, he did not bother with Huang Junyu's threat at the moment: "It is rumored that Ye Zui of the Sword Sect is friendly with the Young Master of the Wasteland, and it is just in the Cold Wind Shop that only the Sword Sect and the absent Feather Sect have survived, doesn't this mean anything?"

This is a very unreasonable speculation, which is not evidence, but Huang Junyu is even more unreasonable and asks: "Does this mean anything?"

"Wu admires and respects every generation from the bottom of his heart, they fight in the darkness for the common people in the world to welcome back the light, and they are all heroes of the generation who are iron-clad and unbending. But now the young master of the wilderness has lost the ancestral training of the wilderness clan, and he often attacks the four major sects regardless of the outline!" Wu Zijian was ostensibly counting the number of desolate monarchs and fishers who were not as good as his ancestors, but in fact he wanted to complete his last task today, thinking of this, he took a step forward invisibly.

"Old thing! It seems that you are toasting, not eating, punishing wine!" Yun Cai couldn't bear it, and in the face of Wu Zijian, who was repeatedly disrespectful, he couldn't care about anything else, and directly ordered the Golden Guard to do it.

"Stop!" interrupted Junyu softly, his voice soft but irresistible. Yun Cai had no choice but to swallow his anger and retreat, standing behind Huang Junyu and glaring at Wu Zijian, if his eyes could kill, Wu Zijian would have been killed by Yun Cai a few times.

"Elder Wu don't be aggressive, if you can come up with substantial evidence to prove that I did the Cold Wind Shop, then I will naturally not quibble. But if you're just based on your personal will, then don't blame you for being ruthless, okay, let's go back to the original question, what qualifications do you have to see me?"

"The old man represents the four major sects, isn't it enough?" Wu Zijian seemed to be very confident in this identity, his back was straight, and he was secretly happy when he looked at the desolate Junyu who was getting closer and closer.

"I'll give you one last chance, or I'll chop up you sixteen and feed them to the dogs!" Wasteland looked disappointed, turning around and about to leave.

A sigh as if experiencing the vicissitudes of life came from behind Wu Zijian, and there was a little helplessness: "The old decrepit sword sect guards the mountain and Zhang San has seen the wilderness!"