Chapter 55, The Death of the Elder of the High School

Early the next morning, Feng Jiang Yingxue packed up her things early, but the Qulan guqin made Feng Jiang Yingxue not know whether to take it back, this is not that she is afraid that Yi Canghong will not agree to take such a valuable thing, but Feng Jiang Yingxue knows that if you let others know that you have a low-level spiritual weapon in your hand, the trouble it brings to yourself is not acceptable to her family. Although his eyes were full of reluctance, it was related to the rise and fall of his family, and he had to let Feng Jiang Yingxue think about it very seriously.

"You can take this guqin with you, after the seal of Ren Shitian, this old thing, I think there are not many people who can see it, as long as you are careful." Just when Feng Jiang Yingxue was hesitating, Yi Canghong suddenly stood at the door and said.

"Hmm!" Feng Jiang Yingxue nodded movingly.

At that moment, Yi Canghong put the guqin into the haode qin, which had been customized in the market for a long time, and wrapped it in a coarse cloth, and then Yi Canghong took out the fragrant naan that had been modified last night and put the space ring in it and hung it on Feng Jiang Yingxue's neck in person, and said: "You must take this fragrant naan with you, you must not lose it, you know?"

"Well, I'll definitely take it with me. Feng Jiang Yingxue picked up this naan that looked a little ugly with her slender jade hand, although it didn't feel good, but Feng Jiang Yingxue cherished it like a treasure, not for anything else, because this was something that Yi Canghong gave herself.

"Here are a hundred gold coins, you can bring them too, I know your family is not short of money, but just in case. There may be many unexpected places where you need to use money at any time. Yi Canghong handed Feng Jiang Yingxue a small bag again.

Feng Jiang Yingxue took the small bag, although she didn't say anything. But tears were already streaming from his eyes.

When he went out to the door, Yi Canghong walked over with the horse he had grabbed when he met Feng Jiang Yingxue for the first time. said: "You ride it back to the city, along the way, you can also save a lot of internal force, and it is not very slow." ”......

In this way, Feng Jiang Yingxue carried the Qulan guqin on her back, hung the long sword on her waist, rode on the horse she snatched, and walked away, Feng Jiang Yingxue did not dare to look back. Because he was afraid that Yi Canghong would see his face full of tears. Feng Jiang Yingxue is really reluctant to be here, and she is not willing to be late Canghong, but for the sake of her family, Feng Jiang Yingxue must go back.

It's not that Feng Jiang Yingxue doesn't want to ask Yi Canghong to help her, but Feng Jiang Yingxue knows that everything she has now is given by Yi Canghong, if it weren't for Yi Canghong to help her, she might have become a bunch of white bones a few years ago, plus she also knew. Yi Canghong is a person who really doesn't want to do much, so Feng Jiang Yingxue never mentioned the matter of letting Yi Canghong help his family again.

In the west of Zhongwu City, an extremely large courtyard is directly above the gate. A copper plaque one and a half feet wide and three feet long is engraved with the three big characters of "Fengjiang Mansion", but the current copper plaque has been hung with white cloth. The entire Fengjiang Mansion is now also hung with white strips everywhere, all this. It's giving people an inexplicable depression, obviously. This Fengjiang Mansion is holding a big funeral.

In the originally empty front yard, not only were more than 100 people standing, but there was also an even more infuriating thing happening, more than a dozen men in green shirts were confronting a group of more than 100 people wearing filial piety clothes.

"Fengjiang old ghost, if you don't give me the handover procedures for the three shops today, you don't want to go to the funeral. "An old man of sixty years old, with the appearance of finding faults, medium stature, although he has to be white, but his white face shows a look that is not suitable for this age, because there are not many wrinkles on his face, and he is maintained like a forty or fifty years old, holding a folding fan in his left hand, and he looks a little like a boy, but that drag looks like anyone wants to go up and flatten him. But so far, no one has dared to do so. Because he is the new fifth-order elder of the Gao family. His name is Gao Qiuyou.

"That's right, Fengjiang old ghost, if you want to gamble, you have to lose hemp, anyway, the morning handover is also a handover, and the late handover is also a handover, I think it's better to choose a day than to hit the day, it just so happens that we have nothing to do today and sneak here, you just do it by the way, so as not to be so troublesome in the future, you say?" This sounds like a round game, but anyone can hear the provocation in it, the person who said this is the new fifth-order elder of the Gao family, Gao Qiuying, looks similar to Gao Qiu, the same medium stature, the same green clothes, but the hair is only gray and white, and he is playing with a long sword in his hand, and he also looks like he is underwhelmed. He and Gao Qiuyou stand together, and they are really a pair of sluts.

"Don't you have to make an inch, at that time it was said that the haode bet was two shops, when did it become three again? Could it be that you can't count the people of our Fengjiang family?" The person who spoke was an old man in a long robe, his face was wrinkled, his beard was white, his hand was holding a cane, his face was angry, his face was blue, and his whole body trembled, obviously angry. This old man is the patriarch of the Feng Jiang family, Feng Jiangrong, whose strength is in the late stage of the fifth order of Lingwu double cultivation, and among this group of people, he is also the strongest one.

"Oh, two shops? No, I remember we told you that Haode used two shops as a bet, but we made another bet with the second master, that is, one more shop, didn't the second master tell you?" Gao Qiuyou said pretending to be strange.

"Another bet?" Feng Jiangrong was stunned to himself, and suddenly turned his head sharply, looking at the middle-aged man in filial piety clothes standing on the side, his face full of anger.

The middle-aged man was looked at by Feng Jiangrong, and his whole body trembled, his eyes kept flashing, and his body moved, as if he wanted to find a place to hide and didn't want Feng Jiangrong to keep his eyes on him.

"Yan Si, is it really what you promised?" Feng Jiangrong's tone became extremely gloomy, and there was even a trace of killing intent.

"Daddy...... I...... I ...... "This middle-aged man named Feng Jiang Yansi was suddenly frightened by Feng Jiangrong and couldn't say anything. Feng Jiang Yansi, the second leader of the Feng Jiang family, his strength is in the early stage of the fifth order of Lingwu double cultivation, and he is extremely thin, so it is not too much to say that he is skinny. The face is long and black, and it has a hideous face. Now it's become weirdly timid, and there's no way. Who made him look like this?

"Fengjiang old ghost, we don't care what to do with your second boss now, what you have to do now is to give an order, let the people you live in those three shops get out of the shop for me, the rest of the hemp, hehe, that's your own business, we don't want to visit your family's dog-eat-dog." Gao Qiuying sneered.

Dog-eat-dog? In the face of the repeated provocations of the new advanced elders of the Gao family, Feng Jiangrong was suddenly so angry that his face turned blue and purple. But after a while, Feng Jiangrong immediately laughed angrily and said: "Okay, good, good, I dare to say such things in my family, then today I am fighting for this old life, and I want you to stay here forever." ”

Feng Jiangrong's words almost surprised everyone present, but the two elders of the Gao family glanced at each other meaningfully. Obviously, the purpose of their visit this time was to provoke Feng Jiangrong and force him to do it.

"Dad, do you want to ?...... No, we can't. Aren't you afraid that the patrol guards of the City Lord's Mansion will find out?" The person who spoke was a middle-aged man, tall and arrogant. It is the fourth leader of the Fengjiang family, Fengjiang Yanping. The strength has reached the middle stage of the fifth order of the Lingwu Double Cultivation.

"Yes, Dad. All we have to do is wait for the patrol guards from the City Lord's Mansion to come and drive them out." The person who spoke was a middle-aged woman. From that charm, it can be seen that she was a big beauty when she was young. And this person is the big boss of the Fengjiang family, Fengjiang Yanyue. The strength is also in the early stage of the fifth order of spiritual power.

"Hmph, haven't you noticed it, if there were really people from the City Lord's Mansion around here, they would have come a long time ago. Feng Jiangrong replied coldly.

"What do you mean, Dad?" Feng Jiang Yanyue seemed to understand what Feng Jiang Yanyue meant.

"Presumably, the people patrolling this side of the City Lord's Mansion have been bought by them. Feng Jiangrong replied coldly.

"That'...... Then what should we do now?" Feng Jiang Yanyue immediately panicked when she heard this.

"Hmph, what are you afraid of? If you talk about masters, we have four fifth-order masters here, and they are only two, if you talk about subordinates, hmph! I don't believe it, we have more than 100 people, can't we beat more than a dozen of them?" Feng Jiangrong said the truth, judging from the current situation, it is indeed the Feng Jiang family that has a greater advantage, if it really wants to fight, as long as there is no accident, it will definitely be the Gao family who suffers.

"What's the matter? Fengjiang old ghost, are you not convinced? If you have a kind, you will go to the gladiatorial arena together to divide the rankings, I will kill all the puppies, and I don't mind killing another old dog. Gao Qiu said provocatively.

"Gladiatorial arena? Hmph, forget about the gladiatorial arena, it's here, it seems that today is inevitable to bully the small, I want Gao Jianli to know that he let his brother come to our Fengjiang family today to insult them, and the consequence is to leave their lives behind. Feng Jiangrong's tone at this time was unusually gloomy, and the killing intent in it was even more undisguised.

"Oh, you want to leave our lives behind? haha, is it up to you people from the Fengjiang family? I think you are almost sent to death. At this time, Gao Qiuying was not surprised, but laughed happily, as if he had heard some funny joke. Obviously, they also came prepared, and they were not afraid of the unfavorable situation and the situation in front of them.

Feng Jiangrong didn't speak again, he looked at Gao Qiuyou and Gao Qiuying coldly, the spiritual power in his body swam, and a faint layer of transparent spiritual power defense suddenly condensed in Feng Jiangrong's whole body, if he didn't pay attention to it, he really couldn't see it at all, just as Feng Jiangrong's right palm condensed a white light cluster, suddenly a crisp and pleasant but cold and piercing voice came from outside the gate: "Your Gao family, do you really think that our Fengjiang family has no one?"

The sound was not loud, but it was able to be heard clearly by more than 100 people present.

This couldn't help but make everyone present stunned all of a sudden. Everyone's mind is in a hurry, everyone present knows that the Fengjiang family is now in a stage of decline, and who else dares to stand up for it, even if it is the original Fengjiang family to haodeshili, they can't wait to avoid it, even if there are other foreign clansmen who have a little relationship with the Fengjiang family, they have all dissociated themselves from it, in case it will harm the fish pond and harm themselves, and what fool will stand up and be this bird. It is because of this that no one dared to participate in the funeral of the Fengjiang family this time.

Even several leaders of the Fengjiang family looked puzzled. Everyone's eyes couldn't help but turn to the gate, only to see a seventeen or eighteen-year-old girl walking in from the outside, with a delicate appearance, not very white skin, and a small debater on her head that is usually tied only by children from poor families, giving people the feeling of a small jasper, a coarse linen, carrying a large box wrapped in coarse cloth on her back, and a specially made slender long sword hanging from her waist. And this girl is Feng Jiang Yingxue, who ran on a horse for most of the day before returning home. (To be continued......)