No one stood in the way.

Xiaoqin carried the coffin all the way unimpeded.

It's not that there is no one everywhere he passes, in fact, there are people in the courtyards inside and outside the Zhou Garden.

They are all people in the rivers and lakes with all kinds of weapons.

But when Xiaoqin appeared, those people consciously gave way to it.

They all looked at Xiaoqin, at the coffin on Xiaoqin's back, and at the chubby woman who followed Xiaoqin.

There was no look of surprise in their eyes.

There is only banter in their eyes.

It's like looking at a dead person.

Zhou Dashan is really a good person.

The birthday banquet of the 60th birthday should have been joyful, and this most unlucky coffin should not have appeared.

But Zhou Dashan said hello.

Everyone who comes is a guest!

No one can stop anyone who comes.

Especially the boy with a coffin on his back.

Some people don't know what to do.

But with some rumors, they suddenly realized that the young man who came with a coffin on his back was called Xiaoqin.

I don't know if it's Qin or Qin.

This young man named Xiaoqin is actually a descendant of Qinjian Villa, which was destroyed fifteen years ago!

Or the son of the merry young farmer!

Since he came here with a coffin on his back, then this Zhou Dashan man is probably really the former great housekeeper of Qinjian Villa.

He betrayed the Qinjian Villa.

But he is still alive and powerful.

His treachery is no longer important in the eyes of these people.

Jianghu.

Same as temples.

The winner is king, and the loser is the loser.

As for the disgrace of the past, what is it?

Even after this good man of Zhou Da finally eradicated Qinjian Villa today, if he is willing to start a sect, I am afraid that many people in the martial arts will come to take refuge.

After all, he has huge financial resources!

It's not easy to mix the rivers and lakes, and it's also hard to make money.

Taking refuge in Zhou Dashanren is obviously a bright way out.

No shame.

On the contrary, it is this young man named Xiaoqin, who has the courage to do it, but the ending is ...... But it's doomed!

And so there was a lot of talk among the crowds on both sides of the road.

Most of them are sarcastic or ridiculed, and absolutely none of them are lamenting and praising them.

Yinru's face was ugly.

She even had two ingots of silver in her hands.

But Xiaoqin's pace is still steady.

He didn't even listen.

His hands were behind his back, holding the coffin on his back.

No one noticed that his fingers were tapping rhythmically against the coffin board.

The aggressive voice is small.

The wind and snow were loud.

The surroundings are also very mocking.

He walked with his back hunched and his head down.

The internal force in his dantian was slowly running.

He was adjusting his condition, hoping that he would be in the best shape when he arrived at the main house.

There was not the slightest distraction in his mind.

He didn't think about it anymore, and whether the teenagers who didn't know their names had gone back.

He didn't even think about why the woman behind him was so unafraid of death that she followed him.

He got rid of everything!

As a result, the internal force in the body flows faster, and it seems to become a little thicker.

The injuries of the past, I don't know if it was because the mute boy's medicine was good or something else, he didn't feel the slightest pain, he felt that he had recovered as before.

When he crossed the threshold of the main courtyard and stood in the courtyard of the main courtyard.

He felt like he was at the top of his game.

He walked to the very center of the patio.

Only then did he raise his head.

There aren't many people here.

Under the cloister of the house opposite the main courtyard was a Taishi chair.

On the chair sat an old man dressed in a festive red robe.

He was in excellent spirits.

The face is full of red light.

He had a sword at his side.

Eight or nine people sat in the cloisters on either side of the patio.

Their eyes fell on Xiaoqin.

It's just that there is some doubt in their eyes, because the person they want to kill has not come!

Zhou Mingfang's eyebrows frowned slightly, revealing a look of disappointment.

At this moment, a guard ran to Zhou Mingfang's side and whispered in a low voice, and Zhou Mingfang laughed.

He looked at Xiaoqin again.

Xiaoqin also happened to look at him.

Xiaoqin's gaze fell on Zhou Mingfang's face, and then he looked at the people on the left and right.

He said, "Very well, it's almost all there." ”

The meaning of these words is obvious, but to the ears of these people it is only funny.

But Xiaoqin didn't care about the laughter of these people.

He carried the coffin on his back and walked on.

He is getting closer and closer to Zhou Dashanren!

The guards around Zhou Dashanren suddenly drew their swords nervously, but Zhou Dashanren waved his hand.

"The little master came to pay homage to the old man, so you don't need to be nervous!"

Still sitting in the chair, he watched as Xiaoqin came to the eaves of the cloister.

Xiaoqin was a foot away from him.

The knife stuck in Xiaoqin's waist was no more than three feet long.

Even if Xiaoqin drew his sword and rushed again, not to mention the guards on both sides, he Zhou Mingfang alone would be enough to pull out the sword placed beside him.

Xiaoqin didn't go any further.

Nor did he draw his sword.

Without witnessing, he untied the rope that bound the coffin and carefully placed it in front of him.

It's placed vertically.

He stood next to the coffin, knocked his fingers on the coffin board three more times, and then looked up at Zhou Dashan again.

There was no hatred in his eyes, and there was no murderous intent.

His words were plain:

"Your name is Zhou Mingfang?"

"You're knowingly asking!"

"No, I'm worried about walking this far and killing the wrong person."

"Do you think you can kill the old man?"

Xiaoqin thought for a moment, "I know that you are a master of the lower level of the realm, and I also know that your sword is very powerful very quickly...... But now that I'm here, I've got to try. ”

Zhou Mingfang smiled:

"Try to see if your sword is fast or the old man's sword is fast?"

"Since you didn't let them do anything to me, I think you are confident in your sword...... That sword, isn't it a lover? ”

Zhou Dashan people brushed their long beards:

"That's right, it's the only sword your father has ever forged in his life!"

Zhou Dashan picked up the sword and pulled out the sword.

"Your father had a lot of love in half his life...... He named the sword the Lover's Sword, and the sword lived up to its name. ”

"What a sword!"

Zhou Dashan touched the body of his lover's sword, just like stroking his lover's body.

"Your father said that my heart was once confused, but only my lover led me out of loneliness."

"When the lover is in his arms, he no longer asks where he will return to the flowers...... Although the gathering is short, look forward to it forever, cast this sword to comfort the lovesickness! ”

He looked at Xiaoqin.

The gaze became cold.

"Draw your sword!"

"Let the old man use this lover's sword to send you on your way!"

Xiaoqin took a step forward and stood in front of the coffin that stood upright.

He drew his knife!

Two knives!

He took another step forward and slashed at Zhou Dashanren, who was sitting on the chair, twice!

The fastest two knives in his life!

Zhou Dashanren's pupils shrank, and the lover's sword in his hand let out a loud sword groan, as if his lover was happy.

"Qiang Qiang Qiang ......!"

One sword, two knives, collided more than ten times in a row in a short instant.

Xiaoqin's knife cut off a corner of Zhou Dashanren's red robe, and Zhou Dashanren's sword pierced Xiaoqin's left shoulder blade.

Xiaoqin took a step back, and Zhou Dashan had already gotten up.

He narrowed his eyes.

The lover's sword in his hand exudes a dazzling luster like a lover.

He stepped forward and came with a sword!

Xiaoqin went again with two knives.

Yinru's eyes widened!

She seemed to see Xiaoqin like a moth rushing towards the raging fire.

The masters of the rivers and lakes sitting under the corridor on the left and right also widened their eyes, and they all looked carefully at the sword of Zhou Dashanren!

They all thought that the boy named Xiaoqin could not escape the power of this sword.

At the moment when the two swords met again!

At that moment everyone's attention was drawn!

The lid of the pitch-black coffin that stood upright suddenly opened.