Xu Guofan's face was full of pain: "How could this be! At the beginning, I should have persuaded the eldest prince to ...... more."

Xu Yunhe's face was expressionless, he tightened Xu Chengfang behind him, staggered to the side, and walked inside with him on his back.

"Yunhe, let the people do this kind of thing! Patriarch, he is still waiting for you in front!" Xu Guofan didn't care about Xu Yunhe's indifference, glanced at the people behind him, and said to Xu Yunhe.

"No need, my friend, I'm going to send him home!" Xu Yunhe shook his head and continued to walk forward.

Xu Guofan didn't force it, followed behind Xu Yunhe, and babbled with Xu Yunhe some very unnutritious words of relief, although Xu Yunhe didn't reply to him a word.

Walking on the familiar road, passing through the main gate and bypassing the corridor, they met many people along the way, but as soon as they saw Xu Yunhe coming, they immediately turned around and left without looking back, as if they were avoiding the plague.

Xu Yunhe looked at it all in his eyes, but his face was still expressionless.

After walking through the last corridor, I stepped forward and walked into the corner door, in front of which was already the main hall where the Xu family held the clan meeting every year.

Taking two steps forward, Xu Yunhe stopped.

In front, someone was waiting for him.

There is only one person.

It was a thin, middle-aged man with black hair and the marks of age on his cheeks.

Facing Xu Yunhe, the majestic eyes that were not angry and self-righteous looked at Xu Yunhe for a moment.

Xu Yunhe stood still for a moment, stretched out his arms back, bent down, and put down Xu Chengfang behind him.

He slowly lowered Xu Chengfang's body to the ground, his movements were so careful, for fear that his movements would hurt Xu Chengfang. Even though Xu Chengfang had been dead for many days, even the body had already rotted, and it was impossible to feel the pain at all.

Shifting his gaze to Xu Chengfang's corpse on the ground, the middle-aged man's majestic eyes began to reveal a trace of injury.

But then, the powerful majesty still covered this insignificant wound.

"Are you Xu Yunhe?" the middle-aged man asked, his voice as majestic as his eyes, implying a powerful coercion.

Xu Yunhe nodded: "I am Xu Yunhe!"

"Thank you, bring my son back!" the middle-aged man thanked, and only at this time did the majesty on his face loosen a little, and there was a little more human emotion.

And saying this sentence is equivalent to admitting his identity - Xu Guotu, the patriarch of the Guangyuan Xu clan!

Xu Yunhe shook his head: "This is my friend, it is my responsibility to take him home!"

"You come with me. Xu Guotu looked at Xu Chengfang on the ground and turned around to leave.

"Where are you going?" Although the other party's majesty was unmatched, and the identity of a patriarch was pressing, Xu Yunhe did not flinch at all, and asked very stiffly.

"What do you think...... Where will I take you?" Xu Guotu asked after a pause.

"Are you going to meet someone from the other family?" Xu Yunhe said indifferently.

"You're smart!" Xu Guotu praised.

Xu Yunhe shook his head: "Let's go!"

Xu Guotu turned to look at him, nodded, and walked ahead.

Xu Yunhe followed behind, about two or three meters away, walking one after the other.

Xu Guotu didn't ask anything, and Xu Yunhe didn't say anything. Xu Guotu doesn't need to say it, but Xu Yunhe has expected it.

Before he came, he had already thought of the qiē he was going to face now. Especially after the dreamlike picture he saw in the final stages of his inheritance.

Fantasy and reality...... Joy and sorrow......

The two of them walked with their heads bored, and no one spoke, but as soon as they walked out of the courtyard, before they could get far, a large group of people rushed over in front of them, and "Hulala" surrounded Xu Yunhe and Xu Guotu in the center.

"Second Brother Lu, what does this mean?" Xu Guotu walked in front and asked.

A middle-aged man who was about the same age as him in front of him snorted angrily: "What do you mean?

As he spoke, he rushed forward and grabbed Xu Yunhe's arm.

Xu Guotu saw it in his eyes, but he only glanced at it and did not stop it.

Xu Yunhe dodged and dodged this furry claw.

"Stinky boy! you still dare to resist me!" The man grabbed the air, and was furious, with a big hand like a fan, and between his five fingers, there was a golden light flashing.

"Die!" With an angry shout, the golden claw grabbed Xu Yunhe's forehead, and in Xu Yunhe's sight, the claw suddenly grew several times.

Xu Yunhe faced each other coldly, and his left hand clenched his fist like a cannon and hit the opponent's palm in the air, without avoiding it.

"Bang!"

With a muffled sound, Xu Yunhe and the middle-aged man took three steps back at the same time.

"Good boy! No wonder you dare to be so arrogant!" The man retracted his palms into his sleeves and looked at Xu Yunhe angrily.

No one noticed that his sleeve was still trembling slightly.

Xu Yunhe's face was cold, and there was not the slightest scar on his left hand, only a few more white scratches, shallow, and no blood was seen.

"Come again!" the man shouted and rushed towards Xu Yunhe again.

The two arms were spread out to both sides, the huge body, the slender arms, like an incomparably large falcon, stretched out its sharp claws towards Xu Yunhe.

Xu Yunhe looked at each other coldly, his fists clenched together, ready to go.

"Enough!" a snap came from the crowd.

The voice was not loud, but together with this voice, the middle-aged man, who was like a fierce tiger, immediately stopped and issued half of his moves.

"Big brother, this kid is the murderer who killed Youcheng, can't you teach him a lesson?" Although the middle-aged man stopped, he didn't stop his anger.

"You are not his opponent, you want to teach him a lesson, in the end, the person who will be taught will only be you!"

"We're not here for a moment. Sixth brother, stand down!" As soon as he broke off, the middle-aged man retreated unwillingly.

"Are you Xu Yunhe?" this is the second question Xu Yunhe heard today.

"I am!" Xu Yunhe looked up and saw a pair of white pupils, in which he could not see any emotion.

Lu Xiaoyu, the eldest brother of Lu Xiaopeng, the head of the Lu family, was born with white eyes and cultivated as the fourth rank of the martial king. Indifferent to fame and fortune, in the process of the transfer of power to the previous Lu family, he took the initiative to retreat and handed over the position of head of the family to Lu Xiaopeng. He has never married in his life, but he loves Lu Youcheng very much and treats him as his own.

Seeing this unique pair of pupils, Xu Yunhe quickly recognized the identity of the other party.

And the above information was told to Xu Yunhe by Xu Chengfang before.

Thinking of Xu Chengfang, Xu Yunhe's indifferent eyes showed some sadness.

"They...... Are they all dead?" this is the second time Xu Yunhe has heard the question.

"Duanmu Feixue Girl is still alive, she is on her way home now!" Xu Yunhe replied.

"Fourth Miss is still alive?" said someone behind him in surprise and joy.

"What about the third son? Where is he? Did he go home with the fourth lady?" someone asked again, this should be from the Duanmu family.

He ...... He's dead. Xu Yunhe lowered his head slightly and replied.

"What?" the man turned from anticipation to heavy loss.

"You guys, go home at once, and if the fourth lady really comes home safely, come and inform me quickly!" one of them commanded briefly.

There was a sound of footsteps, but there was a yin and yang strange voice that said: "Brother Mu Hang, do you really take this thief boy's words seriously? Whatever he says, you will believe it? Emperor Wu's secret treasure is something that we have watched collapse and submerged with our own eyes, and our people have been guarding outside until now, and we have not even seen a single hair for six days! Do you think that anyone can really be spared?"

"Didn't he come out too? do you see?" the commanding voice asked rhetorically.

"This ......"

"Didn't you hear my orders?

The footsteps started again, and several people hurried out of the yard.

"Who else is alive? Is Sheng Yuan alive too?"

"Is the Seventh Elder of our family still alive? Where is he?"

"Where is my son? Is he the same as Duanmu Feixue, who went home alone?"

"And our family's ......"

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After a moment of silence, Xu Yunhe's front and back were all surrounded by the flow of people. All kinds of heads came up to Xu Yunhe and asked anxiously.

Looking at the faces full of anticrisy in front of him, Xu Yunhe hesitated, but could only shake his head vigorously.

"Except for Miss Duanmu Si and Zaixia, none of the others came out alive. Sorry!"

Xu Yunhe lowered his head and didn't look at these extremely disappointed eyes.

"Why are you alive?" a voice asked.

Xu Yunhe looked up and saw the pair of white pupils again.

"It's just luck. Xu Yunhe said slowly.

"Then why is she alive?" Lu Xiaoyu continued to ask.

"It's also luck. Xu Yunhe replied in the same way.

"Then why don't other people have such good luck?"

"I don't know. ”

"Luck your sister's anger! You say, did you kill them with poison in order to compete for Emperor Wu's secret treasure! You say, is it you! You say!" Someone next to him rushed over and wanted to grab Xu Yunhe's shirt and question him, but Xu Yunhe dodged on one side.

"Stand down!" Lu Xiaoyu said lightly.

"I'm going to kill him! Avenge Cheng'er!" With an angry roar, a machete flashing with golden light slashed towards Xu Yunhe's head,

"Zheng!"

With a clear sound, the big knife wrapped in infinite momentum was gently pinched by two fingers.

The owner of the finger is Lu Xiaoyu with white eyes.

The owner of the broadsword struggled to pull back, but unfortunately, the two slender fingers had an incredible power beyond imagination, and even if he turned a yellow face into a purple face, he still couldn't twitch for a while. Even during the whole process, those two fingers didn't even shake a little.

"I don't want to repeat the same thing twice. Lu Xiaoyu said lightly.

"Lu Xiaoyu, you deceive people too much!" The owner of the big knife had red eyes, and the pain of losing his son made him fearless when facing Lu Xiaoyu, "You can give orders in the Lu family, but here in Lao Tzu, it's not good! Our people from the Song family can't take your turn to meddle in the Lu family!"

"I'm just kindly reminding you that you are not his opponent, and if you continue to entangle, the one who will lose face is you. Lu Xiaoyu had no sorrow or joy, said lightly, flipped his fingers, and took it back.

"Poof", the person who wrestled with Lu Xiaoyu with all his strength couldn't react, took several steps back, and finally sat down on the ground.

"Come back, isn't it enough to be embarrassed?" it was the elders of his own clan who reprimanded him.

"It's a shame to be ashamed! Cheng'er is dead, what's the point of me living? If I risk this life today, I will also kill this bastard and avenge Cheng'er!"

With an angry roar, the sword light shone brightly, and he rushed towards Xu Yunhe again.

Xu Yunhe's eyes froze, his front hand stretched out, and the tip of his finger came out with a faint firelight.

But Xu Yunhe didn't have a chance to make a move, because his left foot stretched out forward hadn't had time to step on the ground, and a figure had already appeared in front of him, blocking him and resisting the menacing big knife.

There were no two fingers to pinch lightly, but there was an extra pair of large hands, which held the tip of the blade tightly.

The blade of the broadsword is extremely sharp, and the cold light flashes, showing extraordinary quality. But this pair of unprotected palms was held directly on the blade, but no trace of blood flowed out.

This is Xu Guotu.

"Song Yanxi, that's enough. Xu Guotu said lightly, and the majesty was faint.

"Xu Guotu, what the fuck do you mean? Lao Tzu's son is dead, don't you even have the right to avenge him?" The knife-wielding man known as Song Yanxi faced Xu Guotu with an even more sad and angry roar, and the second person who stopped his path of revenge completely forgot the identity of the other party's patriarch.

"Song Yanxi, pay attention to your words!" Xu Guotu glanced up at him.

"Fuck the bullshit! My sons are dead! Now I just want revenge! Whoever dares to stop me, I want him to die!"

"The Song family, is that what taught its people?" Xu Guotu's gaze passed over him and turned to the back of the crowd.

"Yanxi, to the Xu family patriarch, apologize for your rudeness just now!" An old voice said in the direction that Xu Guotu's gaze turned.

"Great Elder, Cheng'er is dead! I ......"

"Your son is dead and wants revenge. Could it be that only your son died, and the others didn't want to take revenge? Don't forget jì, what's your last name!" The old voice added a bit more majesty.

"I ......" Song Yanxi was furious, looking at Xu Guotu, his face was distorted, and his two rows of teeth were "creaking".

"I'm sorry! I'm Song Yanxi wrong!" After struggling for a long time, Song Yanxi lowered his head.

He still gave in.

The pain of losing a child can make people lose their minds, but the imprint of the family on him has penetrated deep into the soul.

Xu Guotu was noncommittal and nodded lightly.

"Patriarch Xu, I'm sorry, can Your Excellency let go of the knife in my hand?" Song Yanxi looked at Xu Guotu angrily.

Xu Guotu didn't answer, his hand loosened, and he retracted into his sleeve.

This time, Song Yanxi was prepared, although he still couldn't control the trend of retreating, but he took a few steps back, and finally stood still, and didn't fall again.

Staggering to a steady footing, Song Yanxi clenched the knife in his hand and rushed towards Xu Yunhe again with a hideous face.

Nearly three feet ahead, the knife in his hand was held by Xu Guotu again.

His forward momentum was unmatched, Xu Guotu stood in place and grabbed Shi Ran so casually, but he grabbed the big knife with anger at all, and his body could still stand still.

How easy is it for a person who can be the head of a family to be with him?

"Xu Guotu ......" Song Yanxi was shocked and angry.

"Watch your words!" Xu Guotu said lightly.

"Xu ...... Family Patriarch!" Song Yanxi corrected his title, but his anger became stronger, and he asked angrily, "What do you mean by this?"

"In front of my Xu Guotu, the person who killed my Xu family, can you still grasp Xu Guotu in his eyes?" Xu Guotu lightly held the knife in his palm and pressed it slowly, Song Yanxi's face turned purple, but he couldn't do anything, he didn't want to give up the knife, so he could only follow him and bend down.

"I ...... For the sake of the son...... Avenge...... Why...... Can't kill ......" Song Yanxi's voice was intermittent, holding back a few words.

"Since you are from my Xu family, how can it be your turn to deal with it as outsiders? No matter what grudges you have, since you have the blood of my Xu family, it is up to my Xu family to decide!" Xu Guotu shook his hand hard, and with a "rattle" sound, the big and heavy knife was directly pinched and cut in half.

Song Yanxi couldn't hold back, leaned back, and fell heavily to the ground face up.

The other half of the knife head was still in Xu Guotu's hand, and the five fingers were twisted at will, and a bunch of metal chips flowed down between the fingers, which fell to the ground one after another, shining silver, reflecting the dazzling sunlight.

"Xu Guotu, I respect you as the head of the clan, but don't go too far!" said the old voice that had taught Song Yanxi before.

"The one hundred and thirty-four lives of our six families need an explanation from your Xu family!" At this time, Lu Xiaoyu also said out loud.

"He can not die, but give us a reason not to kill him!" said someone else.

"The people of your Xu family are human beings, and the people of our family are not human beings? If he doesn't die, then why should the people of our family die?"

A person stood up and stood in front of Xu Guotu, staring at him coldly.

The figures were one after another, completely suppressing Xu Guotu's tall figure, and the voices of nearly 100 people came and went, and Xu Guotu's majestic back seemed much smaller at this time.

"Everyone," Xu Guotu said, his gaze sweeping towards everyone.

The noisy crowd gradually regained its temporary calm.

"Everyone, you want to explain in the next one, right?" Xu Guotu said, and his majestic voice spread to every corner of the crowd.

"Life and death have fate, but their death is not destiny! It is a man-made disaster!" Lu Xiaoyu stood in front of Xu Guotu, with a pair of white eyes, looking at Xu Guotu's majestic eyes.

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