Shuo Feng dug a grave outside Luzhou, bought a coffin with a good texture in the city, and then buried his uncle.

There was no tombstone, so as not to be found by the enemy later.

After all this, the day is almost over.

He put two side dishes in front of the grave, put a few sticks of incense, took out the wine that had been prepared, and poured it in front of the grave.

"Uncle Shi, it's all over, you always rest down in peace. I'll take care of my aunt and Xiaojing, don't worry."

Shuo Feng took a sip of wine and said with a smile: "There are successors to the Seven Peerless Sects, Amber, this little girl can learn everything very quickly, and she probably has also learned your swordsmanship. Wait until I collect all the cheats in the door and let her learn them together. That's what we did in the first place, and who knew that the road would get more and more deviant."

Shuo Feng felt a little tired, didn't care about the heart soil that had just been turned out, and lay down against the grave bag, and his thoughts couldn't help but go back to that night.

On a rainy night, there were shouts of killing everywhere in the Seven Absolute Gates, killing each other with the same door. At that time, Shuofeng was drunk and didn't know what was happening, and when he came back to his senses, the Seven Peerless Gates had become a ruin, and the ruins were full of the corpses of his fellow disciples.

Fortunately, Uncle Shi was still alive, and the two found the enemy family in the next few years, but the enemy family was too powerful for the two of them to take revenge. So Zuo Zhanye set up a small building of night rain.

It's good to kill people on a rainy night, that's what it means.

…

In the big mansion in Shaoxing, Zhang Zhong ran into the study in a panic, Zhao Han raised his head and looked at Zhang Zhong, he seemed to understand something, and his eyes were a little red.

Zhang Zhong said, "The eldest son...... It's all over......

Zhao Han put down his pen, walked outside the door, and kowtowed in the direction of Luzhou.

Mo Changfeng walked over with a yawn and said with a smile, "The two of you got up early."

Zhang Zhong looked at Mo Changfeng and said in an unkind tone: "Xiaozhu has been defeated, my son-in-law will not threaten you, Master Mo, can you leave?"

Mo Changfeng shook his head: "No, I still have to wait for someone."

"Who are you waiting for?"

As he was talking, a young man ran into the backyard and said, "Childe, there's a carriage at the door."

Mo Changfeng clapped his hands and laughed, "Isn't this coming?"

After saying that, he ran out of the house on his own.

Zhang Zhong and Zhao Han didn't know why, but they also followed.

A carriage was parked at the gate, and when the three of them went out, a middle-aged woman was getting out of the carriage.

The woman turned around and could see that she had gone through vicissitudes over the years, and that she was older than women of the same age, wearing coarse cloth clothes, and not looking very rich.

The woman's eyes immediately widened when she saw Zhao Han, and Zhao Han lost his mind for a moment and shouted, "Mother!"

And he ran towards the woman.

He knelt before the woman and put his arms around her legs, and wept silently. The woman was already choked up and speechless.

"Jing'er, it's so hard to wait for your mother."

"Mother!"

This encounter was quite touching, Mo Changfeng sighed, and said to Zhang Zhong: "I have already sent the person, and from now on there will be nothing between us. Of course, if you want to take revenge, Changfeng Lou is always welcome."

After Mo Changfeng finished speaking, he jumped into the carriage, clasped his fists at them and said, "A few people, just separate, the rivers and lakes are gone."

…

The porcelain of the Yuan family has suffered again, and the eldest lady has already lost her temper for a morning.

Listening to the sound of broken porcelain coming from the house, Yuan Qigang shook his head helplessly, pushed the door and walked into the house, only to see his daughter, who was elegant and calm in the past, with an angry face at the moment, as if she wanted to eat people.

Yuan Qigang stepped forward and comforted, "Wind chimes, don't get angry."

"The night rain is so unbearable!" Yuan Fengling roared loudly, "The Six Yang Sect used to be powerful, what about the strength? Collapse at the touch of a button! And those children of the Yuan family! They didn't even make it to the battlefield!"

Yuan Qigang found a complete chair and sat down: "It's come to this, it's too late to say anything...... Wind chimes, for now, it's time to think about how to get out of the way."

"No!" Yuan Fengling still didn't give up, "I haven't lost yet! The casualties of the Bai family and Changfeng Lou in the First World War were not small, as long as we stayed in Chang'an, they would not dare to fight, at least for a year! We can rely on this year to recharge our energy, and there is still hope."

Yuan Qigang's expression was a little uncomfortable: "Wind Chime, do you think we can survive for a year? Those uncles and uncles of yours can't wait to eat us now...... Girl, don't be stupid, leave this to Dad. You go to your grandfather's house with your mother in the afternoon...... Don't come back just yet."

Yuan Fengling was anxious: "Dad! What do you say?"

At this time, the father and daughter heard the sound of dense footsteps in the courtyard, and the two pushed the door out, only to see that the high-level of the Yuan family had already reached the metal level, and put on a posture of asking the teacher to ask for guilt.

Yuan Fengling was not afraid, and looked at them and sneered.

Yuan Qizhi walked to the crowd and asked with a smile, "Big niece, what should I do right now?"

Yuan Fengling asked rhetorically, "What should be done?"

"The Yuan family listened to the words of your father and daughter and opposed Changfeng Tower. A few days ago, our side was miserable, and they will definitely come to the door in the next year, I don't know how the eldest niece will solve this crisis?"

Yuan Fengling stared into Yuan Qizhi's eyes and asked coldly, "You want to kill our father and daughter?"

"Hahaha," Yuan Qizhi laughed, "Wind Chimes, don't say so ugly. The Yuan family is so big, I can't follow your father and daughter to the funeral."

Yuan Fengling sneered: "How can you be like an idiot at such an age?"

Yuan Qizhi's face turned pale: "What did you say?"

"Our father and daughter are here, even if Changfeng Lou wants to take revenge, they have a target. If we die, guess who they're going to trouble with?"

"You don't bother with this niece, and when the time comes, we will present your head with both hands."

"You still don't believe you when you say you're an idiot, you're a fool when you think Li Fenglan? Kill us, the commander made her think that you had found two substitutes, and in the end the account will be on your heads."

This made everyone in the Yuan family whisper, and what she said did make sense.

Yuan Fengling continued: "Now that you have only lost a battle, you will surrender and hand over the Yuan family to you, and you will be defeated in less than ten years. Yuan Jiankang really lived all his life in vain, raising you so many wine bags and rice bags. My father is still the head of the family, and your niece is now better than you. Get back to my own business, and if you embarrass me again, I don't mind taking you with me to the funeral! Do you think the line I put on is a night rain building? Wrong! I'm riding with the forces behind the Night Rain Building."

The people of the Yuan family who said this died down.

If Yuan Qigang's father and daughter died at this time, it would really not be a good thing, let alone force them to step down, they would have to be substitutes for the dead.

Everyone walked away in disgrace, and Yuan Fengling stared at their backs, his eyes gloomy and dripping water.

The trouble that the Yuan family is facing now is far more than offending Changfeng Tower, but more importantly: there is a problem with their business line. It's the end of the year, and it's time to settle the accounts. But for some reason, those shops that were extremely cooperative in previous years have said that they have no money left this year and will close after the year. On the way back to Chang'an, his caravan was attacked by unknown martial arts people, suffering heavy casualties, and the goods, money, and grain were looted.

It is easy to guess who is behind these things, and only the Chang'an Zhou family has such a big deal.

Moreover, in the battle in Luzhou, the Yuan family did not arrive in time, and it was also a small move by the Zhou family.

Yuan Qigang wanted to say something to his daughter, but Yuan Fengling didn't give him this chance, she said to Liuli on the side: "Liuli, send someone to keep an eye on Yuan Qizhi, if he still dares to collude with other uncles in private, you can do it yourself."

"Yes, Miss."

…

In the Divine Medicine Pavilion of the Medicine Immortal Valley, Divine Doctor Han Liang Han was checking the pulse of a patient.

After a while, he smiled and said to the patient, "The recovery is good, and you will be able to recover after a few months of medicine."

The man was grateful, and arched his hand and said, "Thank you Divine Doctor Han!"

"You're welcome...... Someone, take this boy to the pharmacy to get the medicine."

A little

The medicine boy came over and led the patient down to the Divine Medicine Pavilion, and Dr. Xiaoya on the side came over.

"Master, Miss Li has a letter."

As he spoke, he pulled a letter out of his cuff.

Han Liang looked at it and shook his head with a wry smile: "The letter is burned, don't show me the Li family's letters in the future."

Xiaoya was a little embarrassed: "But ......"

Han Liang stood up and said with a smile, "It's nothing, after so many years, Medicine Immortal Valley no longer owes the Li family."

After speaking, he took Xiao Ya's hand and walked to the attic, and said softly, "It's been twelve years since you came to this Medicine Immortal Valley, right? I've always wanted to ask you, why didn't you study medicine with my master in the first place? Do you want to learn from me? I'm not a little older than you."

Xiaoya replied softly, "Because...... I feel that Master, your medical skills are higher."

"There are no outsiders," Han Liang gently rubbed the top of Xiao Ya's head, "You don't need to call me Master. Xiaoya, what are your plans for the future?"

"Plans?"

Han Liang nodded: "There won't be too many disciples left in the Medicine Immortal Valley, and most of the disciples will leave the valley after they finish their studies. Now that you've mastered your medical skills, I have nothing more to teach you. Do you want to go out and practice?"

Xiao Ya shook her head: "I don't want to go out, I want to stay in Medicine Immortal Valley."

Han Liang smiled with relief, "Okay, in the future, this Medicine Immortal Valley will always have your place."

"By the way," Xiao Ya seemed to remember something, "Miss Li told me that if you don't read the letter, let you ...... I'll let you ......."

Seeing Xiao Ya's embarrassment, Han Liang lowered his head and asked, "What should I do?"

Xiaoya raised her head with a bright smile on her face: "I'll let you die."

This sentence shocked Han Liang a little, and then, he felt that the qi and blood in his body began to surge, his head began to swell and pain, and his body was gradually losing strength.

He fell down and looked at Xiaoya incredulously.

Xiao Ya squatted beside him and asked with a smile, "Master, why don't you listen to Miss Li?"

Han Liang opened his mouth, and a mouthful of blood spurted out. He didn't have time to answer, once the toxicity of the broken intestine powder attacked, it needed to be treated immediately, otherwise there would be no surgery.

He trembled and took out a silver needle from his cuff, wanting to give himself a silver needle to calm the acupoint, but before he could pierce it, the needle was taken away by Xiaoya.

Xiao Ya looked at Han Liang who was lying on the ground and kept twitching, and the smile on her face became even more intoxicating: "You honestly, you have obviously sworn to the Li family when it comes to loyalty, why don't you abide by it?" Miss Li said that the disobedient chess pieces should be discarded, Master, what a pity."

Han Liang couldn't hear the words anymore, his five senses had failed, and it didn't take long for him to lose his breath.

The fifty-second generation of the divine doctor of the Medicine Immortal Valley, Han Liang, died of severe poison.