"What the head of the Murong family said is what the old man and others meant, you need to remember the teachings."

The two heads of the Chen family and the Song family glanced at the carriage, but out of the corner of their eyes, they glanced at the children of the families behind them.

Yuan Haozong, the head of the Yuan family, twisted his fingers on his hand, and said with a deep face: "You should also know that a thief is a thief, no matter how good he is or how famous he is, you can't be afraid of him. The inner saint and the outer king, strict self-discipline, lenient to others, and the elimination of evil are the precepts of the children of the family and the foundation of people.

If it weren't for you, why would we, old bones, brave the cold wind to intercept him as a scrapped little thief? It's not to teach you how to be human. ”

Several family heads completely ignored the bandits, who were already "turtles in urns", and focused on educating the younger generations.

This scene seems to be a little funny.

It's really because Xin Zhuo was too dazzling a few days ago, and no one in the entire Fufeng Mansion could ignore his light, especially after the failure of Song Dongxi, Murong Lei and others, the self-esteem of the children of the four families was very frustrated, and when Xin Zhuo was mentioned, they would have feelings of fear or admiration, how could this be tolerated?

"We'll take the teachings to heart!"

Hundreds of young men and women from the four families bowed down in unison, their faces relieved and resolute.

Cui Ying'er, Huang Dagui and Bai Jianxian on the opposite side glanced at each other, their faces were ugly, and in their plans, they definitely did not encounter the four big families blocking the road.

This trip is to increase knowledge, improve the realm, and then find another life.

Especially now that the meridians of the big boss are broken and the martial arts have been abolished, they need to find a stable place to nourish their bodies.

Cui Ying'er's face was tense, and she had already pulled out her double thorns and guarded the carriage tightly.

"It's a big deal!"

Huang Dagui and the three of them each drew their weapons, their eyes were fierce, and the atmosphere of the bandits was very exposed.

"I can't beat it!"

Murong Xiu sighed, jumped off the horse with a tangled face, walked to the four families with difficulty, and finally knelt in front of Murong Zhe, his forehead touched the ground: "Please grandfather give his grandson a thin noodle and spare us!"

The four major families looked at each other, and in the face of the bandits, it was okay to kill them directly, reprimand and punish them, but Murong Xiu, the eldest prince of Murong who once destroyed the Nine Desolations with one sword, could not be ignored no matter what.

Yuan Haozong and the other three family heads looked at Old Man Murong Zhe with strange expressions.

Murong Zhe stared at Murong Xiu deadly, with hatred and regret in his eyes, but more cold: "Do you remember what I said?"

The voice was also extremely cold.

Murong Xiu didn't dare to raise his head, and replied in a trembling voice: "Remember!"

"Then you should also know that the old man has a bright and upright life, and there is absolutely no room for sand in his eyes!"

Murong Zhe's generous body had already stood up, and he raised his foot and stepped on his grandson: "Ah Xiu, how can you be worthy of your dead father, how can you be worthy of the old man's hard work?" The mud can't hold up the wall, what kind of road are you taking? ”

Murong Xiu suddenly raised his head, lifted Murong Zhe's feet, and looked directly at his grandfather: "The grandson is walking his own way, the previous road was given by you, not what the grandson wants, and now in life, the grandson is very happy!"

"Happy?"

Murong Zhe trembled angrily, and then sneered: "Is it fun to be a bandit?" What the family doesn't want to do? Imperial court officials unwilling to do it? Your third brother is already a Ling Yin, and your second brother has just become a martial artist, and you ...... What are the prospects for the future?

Follow Xin Zhuo, this cripple? Follow a cripple to wander around, and be strangled by the government another day? ”

"The big boss is not a cripple!"

Murong Xiu looked at his grandfather solemnly, "He was killed by a traitor, who would dare to underestimate his wrist and his martial arts realm before?" Give him time, and he may not be able to break out of the way with his grandchildren......"

Before he finished speaking, he was kicked out by Murong Zhe, and scolded angrily: "Is there a way out now?" That cripple? The meridians are broken, it is difficult to walk, where is the way out? ”

After all, taking into account the feelings of his ancestors and grandchildren, his foot was not heavy, and Murong Xiu flew out along the ground, although he was not injured, but he was embarrassed.

"Murong, let's not be angry with this bird!"

Huang Dagui scolded angrily: "Copy the guys, do it with them, raised by a son of a bitch, a group of neurotics, who is afraid of whom?"

This shouting and scolding was too provocative, which attracted the attention of everyone in the four families, and the murderous aura was instantly locked.

"Palm!"

Murong Zhe was still looking at his grandson who refused to admit defeat, waving his hand casually.

Song Dongxi bowed his hand, walked towards Huang Dagui, and his momentum climbed in one step, and he soon reached the peak of the Seven Rank Realm.

"Lao Tzu fought with you!"

Huang Dagui is also ruthless, knowing that he is invincible, but when he uses the Pu knife, he will rush over to fight for his life.

"Ahem...... It's not interesting. ”

There was a soft cough and a calm voice from the quiet carriage.

Huang Dagui stopped.

Song Dongxi also stopped.

Everyone's eyes were on the carriage curtain that had not yet been opened.

Sindra !

This is the bandit leader who stirred up the storm in Fufeng Mansion this year, and has been abolished.

The curtain is lifted.

Xin Zhuo's seemingly thin figure, pale face, covered his mouth and coughed and walked down.

He didn't delay the time just now, but he just had a difficult combination of meridians, breakthroughs, and fusion martial arts all the way, which was really too heavy and uncomfortable.

"Big boss!"

Cui Ying'er immediately grabbed the placket of his clothes and shook her head slightly.

"It's okay!"

Xin Zhuo gently pushed her away, walked forward, and when he approached Huang Dagui, he patted him on the shoulder: "Don't panic!"

The word "don't panic" has a strange magic power for Huang Dagui, and it is also like an indescribable encouragement for the rest of the bandits.

Huang Dagui relaxed instantly, but he still glared at Song Dongxi viciously, looking like he was not afraid of heaven and earth, and Lao Tzu was the first.

Xin Zhuo picked up Murong Xiu again, and coughed lightly: "Take a good break, who can say for sure what the future is."

Finally, I looked at the people of the four families!

Of course, the people of the four major families were also looking at him, and they carefully examined this little thief who had broken into a great name.

It does look like a serious injury, but it has an indescribable aura, but it doesn't look like a crippled person.

Martial arts should be abolished, right?

In fact, before Xin Zhuo's martial arts were abolished, people who were not familiar with him could not understand the level of his realm, and Mochizuki Well perfectly concealed his realm and blood qi fluctuations, as if it was some kind of definition.

"...... Xinzhuo"

Murong Zhe spoke slowly, he had countless manuscripts in his heart, punishing one, teaching juniors, and establishing a family style.

However, before he could finish speaking, Xin Zhuo coughed twice and waved his hand to interrupt: "The logic of the four families of Fufeng Mansion blocking the way to educate the younger generations is really incomprehensible, are you living to a dog at a young age?" The more you live, the more you go back. ”

Old man Murong Zhe and the other three family heads suddenly changed their faces, this is a heartbroken word, broken jars, or is there any dependence?

"Xinzhuo! You're still as arrogant as you were back then......"

Song Dongxi's body was tense, his eyes were sharp, and he was about to make a move.

However, the next moment, the man suddenly flew out, caught heavily on the branch not far away, and the terrible wind crushed the branch, and fell heavily, spitting blood from his mouth, and fainting on his back.

Deathly quiet!

Cui Ying'er, Han Qiniang, who was drunk and hazy, Murong Xiu and Huang Dagui behind them looked at Song Dongxi who fainted in surprise, and looked at the big boss in disbelief.

The big boss can still do it......

The children of the four families, such as Chen Guiyan, Murong Lei and others, also looked at Song Dongxi reluctantly, and then looked at Xin Zhuo with difficulty.

“？”

No one could see when Xin Zhuo moved, but Song Dongxi flew out.

Isn't he wasted?