The surrounding neighbors all ran out, busy fetching water to put out the fire, and the shouts of "It's on fire, it's on fire!" and "Hurry up and fetch water!" came and went. However, the fire was so big that it was extremely difficult to get ten steps close to the fire, let alone fight the fire.

Yang Xiu was standing in the courtyard, his whole body was burned by the fire tongue that was close at hand, his hair was burned to the smell of burnt, and the surrounding neighbors shouted loudly for Yang Xiu to be careful. But Yang Xiu didn't seem to hear the persuasion of the people around him, he just stood in place in a daze, staring at the fire without saying a word.

Scenes of the past poured into my mind like a tide: Aunt Liu and Huzi saved eggs and kept them all for themselves, just to let themselves have a good state when they went to the exam; for so many years, all the heavy work at home was taken care of by Huzi alone, and all he asked for was to have white flour baked cakes to eat every day after he passed the exam; Aunt Liu secretly put rabbit meat in her and Huzi's bowls, but she herself was reluctant to eat a bite......

Extreme grief filled Yang Xiu's mind and atrium, as if the whole person had been torn apart by a wild hurricane.

No one noticed that Yang Xiu didn't shout, didn't cry bitterly, just whispered alone. His eyes were already full of dense bloodshots, and his originally vigorous eyes slowly changed, becoming deeper and darker.

Yang Xiu...... Brother Yang!"

"Mother!

In a trance, Yang Xiu seemed to hear a familiar shout, and a trace of clarity barely squeezed into his mind full of anger.

Yang Xiu hurriedly turned around, and at the gate of the small courtyard, the tall tiger was rushing madly into the courtyard. Liu Xian and the neighbors around him desperately stopped the crazy Huzi, while still shouting at Yang Xiu: "Yang Xiu, come back quickly!"

Seeing Huzi's face clearly, Yang Xiuben's heart, which was already like a pool of stagnant water, regained his vitality, and immediately got up three steps and made two steps to the gate of the courtyard, grabbed Huzi's shoulder, and hugged Huzi, who was crying bitterly and wanted to rush into the fire, in his arms.

"Mother, my mother is still inside!"

"Brother Yang...... My mother is still in the house......"

"Woo ......"

Huzi couldn't break free of Yang Xiu, his roaring voice quickly became hoarse and weak, tears flowed down his face, and snot stained the front of Yang Xiu's robe. But Yang Xiu just hugged Huzi and comforted him in a low voice, preventing this brother who was crying like a child from rushing to the fire.

Liu Xian had already sent someone to report to the official and find someone to come over to put out the fire, and when he saw the appearance of the tiger, he was also embarrassed in his heart, and he wanted to go up and comfort him. But when he saw Yang Xiu's expression at this time, Liu Xian couldn't help but tremble in his heart.

Yang Xiu, who was squatting on the ground, was like a sculpture, without popularity, his bloodshot eyes seemed to have no focus, only the two lines of tears on his face could make people perceive that Yang Xiu was still a living person at this time.

"I met Huzi at the temple fair and took him to the lantern festival to play for a while, but I didn't expect ......"

Liu Xian squatted down and said in a low voice, "Yang Xiu, the firefighters will come over soon...... You and Huzi should take care of their bodies......"

Yang Xiu nodded at Liu Xian Muran, then stood up, handed over the sobbing tiger to a few of Liu Xian's subordinates, and turned to leave.

Seeing this, Liu Xian hurriedly grabbed Yang Xiu, turned his head to look around, lowered his voice and said hurriedly: "Yang Xiu! Brother Yang, don't be impulsive!

Liu Xian couldn't be clearer about the grievances between Yang Xiu and the Yang family, this fire happened so strangely, and at this critical moment, it is inevitable that people will associate it with the Yang clan and the land deed of Yang Xiu's family.

But the door rules of the Heavenly Book Pavilion are clearly written, it is strictly forbidden for the immortal cultivators of Shanyin City to fight, and it is even more expressly forbidden for conflicts between the disciples of the Heavenly Book Pavilion, and the violators will be punished with whipping at the least, and expelled from the sect at the worst!

Liu Xian wanted to persuade Yang Xiu to forbear for the time being, and then come back to settle this matter when his skills were advanced or the time was right in the future, after all, the influence of the Yang clan was too great, and even many immortal cultivators in the Heavenly Book Pavilion were inextricably linked with the Yang family.

If Yang Xiu ran over to seek revenge against the Yang family, let alone find justice for Aunt Liu, even his own life and even his future in Tianshu Pavilion might be wiped out.

It's just that at this time, Yang Xiu's whole temperament has changed greatly, and he is no longer the optimistic young man who laughed all day long before, and there is something more on his body that Liu Xian can't understand.

"Take care of Huzi for me, I'll make you a friend. Yang Xiu's voice was low and hoarse, and he turned around and left after explaining to Liu Xian, and his back quickly disappeared into the night.

......

"Ah...... Help, anyone......"

Sun Wu lay on his stomach at the entrance of the alley, shouting and straining his fat body, leaving a long trail of blood behind him. The broken white bone stubble on his knee rubbed the ground from time to time, and Sun Wu, who was in pain, howled wolf.

But when he looked up and saw Yang Xiu who had gone and returned, Sun Wu's screams immediately stopped abruptly - but after a lot of effort, Yang Xiu seemed to have changed as a person, and his whole body was filled with the smell of dead silence.

Yang Xiu ignored Sun Wu, but came to the side of several thugs who were lying on the ground or unconscious, or **, and stepped on the opponent's neck and raised his feet!

"Click!"

"Click!"

Just like stepping on a few ants, Yang Xiu's face was expressionless, breaking the necks of several people one by one, and the sound of bones breaking was clearly audible in the silent night sky, which was terrifying.

A stench began to fill the air, and it was Sun Wu who was frightened by Yang Xiu's crisp and neat movements, and he couldn't say a word.

Walking to the other party's side, looking at Sun Wu, who was trembling and trembling all over his body, Yang Xiu's eyes flashed with cold light, and he squatted down and said word by word: "Tell me everything you know." Who was involved in today's events, who set the fire, and ...... Where is Yang Shaotian?"

After the tea effort.

Sun Wu's fat body was lying on the cold ground, his limbs soaked in blood, twisted unnaturally, and he had already lost his breath of life. Yang Xiu's face was smiling, he wiped the blood stains on his hands on the corpse, picked up the steel knife on the ground and put it in his arms, got up and walked quickly out of the alley. 、

This was Yang Xiu's first time killing someone, but he didn't have too many special feelings. At this time, Yang Xiu's mental state was very strange: sadness, anger, hatred, and remorse...... Many emotions were mixed together, but Yang Xiu was surprisingly calm, and finally gathered into a force.

Only kill!

......

Today is the first day of the temple fair, and the celebration party arranged by the Yang Mansion is also arranged for this evening, to entertain guests from all over the world, and at the same time to celebrate the Yang family's head Sun Yang Shaotian's name in the heavenly list.

If nothing else, Yang Shaotian will directly become a disciple of the inner sect of the Heavenly Book Pavilion, and the rise and fall of the Yang clan in the next hundred years will be inseparable from Yang Shaotian.

However, Sun Wu spit out a message before he was tortured to death, and today's protagonist Yang Shaotian did not go to the Yang family's old mansion to participate in the celebration, but went to the Manchun Courtyard with his servants.

The lonely moon hangs in the sky, but the San'in City in the night is lit up, and it is very lively. Yang Xiu, who was in it, didn't feel even a trace of warmth, silently walked through the noisy crowd, Yang Xiu observed the surroundings vigilantly, and soon saw the bright and dazzling three-story building in the distance.

It was the front gatehouse of Manchun Temple, which was hung with lanterns of various colors.

Yang Xiu didn't go in, but avoided people's eyes, dodged into the alley on the side, and quickly went around to the back door of the Manchun Courtyard.

Compared with the noise of the front door, the alley where the back door of Manchun Courtyard is located is much quieter, and some dignitaries and dignitaries who come to Manchun Courtyard enter and exit from here, so as not to cause unnecessary trouble.

Not far from the east side of the back door was a tall carriage, inconspicuous in the darkness. The alleys at night are as quiet as water, and the noise of firecrackers in the distance is very faint here, and a faint burst of intermittent gasping can be heard in the night.

The voice is sometimes as sticky and seductive as cinnamon sugar, and as high-pitched and tactful as a yellow warbler, which makes people think about it.

Yang Xiu squinted at the slightly swaying carriage, looking at the orange light shining through the window curtains, and a sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth. Sun Wu didn't lie, this Yang Shaotian's hobby is really special, not in a warm room, but he likes to around in the carriage outdoors in winter.