Outside the gate of the Himefu.

Wang Youjun looked at the vermilion gate of Ji Mansion that was still closed, his eyes were gloomy, and his face was gloomy.

What's the matter? Is the Ji family planning to let the heads of the five families eat once and can't do it?

They had already come for about an hour to touch a stick of incense, because the Ji Mansion was not on Baihan Street, but on a road called Yangchun that intersected with Baihan Street.

Most of the houses on this street are the ancestral homes of the second-class families or the lower classes, and of course, there are also some vendors who come and go.

And the Ji family is undoubtedly a behemoth on this Yangchun Road.

The second-class families around the Ji family have already opened their doors one after another, and the early vendors have also opened their throats and shouted.

But it is still the Ji family with a transcendent status, and the Zhu door is closed, and there is no "voice". ”

The doorman in front of the Zhang family of a second-class family yawned and opened the door, rubbing his eyes, and saw a group of people gathered in front of the Ji family opposite.

As the only famous family in Yangchun, the doorman named Zhang Zuolin in front of the Zhang family has long been accustomed to the lively scene of the guests in front of the Ji family, so even if he sees this scene early in the morning, he will not be surprised.

The clothes of the five people led by them are all of the highest quality, and the satin on the body is all produced by Jinyun Pavilion, but if you look closely, the five people are more or less scarred, and the blood stains on the wounds have not dried.

How can anyone not pick up the profits, and go to visit the door with a gray face, which makes the master's family see it and not add jokes, this group of people really won't come to trouble. The doorman Zhang Zuolin secretly slandered in his heart.

But when he casually saw the face of one of the five, he broke out in a cold sweat, and his legs were weak and he almost collapsed to the ground.

The person he saw was the head of the Xin family, Xin Liuping.

He cautiously descended the steps, tilting his head sideways and stretching his neck to finally see the faces of the other four.

Then, he ran back to Zhang's mansion with a crawl, and did not dare to shout, for fear of "harming the pond fish".

The ancients were drunk, Wang Youjun, Zhao Fuqin, Xu Mandu, Xin Liuping, which one is the existence that the Zhang family can afford to provoke?

The Ji family is considered a "fire at the city gate" this time, and it is difficult to escape!

The traders who were originally shouting and coming on Yangchun Street also deliberately avoided the front of the Ji Mansion, and the ordinary people they may not know the five people, but just looking at the silence of the dozens of people behind them, the murderous guards were not good at stubble, and everyone who had a little eyesight ran away.

In front of the Ji Mansion is the depressing and nervous atmosphere of the mountain rain coming and the wind filling the building.

"Could it be that the Ji family plans to shut up from us like this?" said the ancients in a drunken and cold voice, he was really uncomfortable being watched from afar by these ordinary people.

Zhao Fuqin glanced at the crowd of people looking over in the distance, it was the first time he was watched like this, "Brother Liuping, what do you think?"

"Is it true that you have to wait for his Ji family to open the door?" Wang Youjun hugged his arms around his chest, "I remember that when Ji Chongru single-handedly rode to the Gu family, he picked off the plaque on the door of the Gu family's mansion with one shot, right?"

After speaking, he glanced at the ancients drunk, "Isn't it, brother drunk?"

"Hmph. The ancients looked at Wang Youjun with drunken eyes, and said angrily: "Wang Youjun, what do you mean?"

"Brother Gu, don't be annoyed, I know that Ji Chongru's shot has always been a thorn in your heart back then, and this has given you a chance to take revenge today. ”

Wang Youjun stretched out his finger and pointed to the plaque in front of the Ji family's mansion, on which the two big characters of the Ji Mansion were vigorous and powerful.

Xu Mandu looked at the plaque on the door of Ji's mansion with the same smile on his face, and did not speak.

Xin Liuping smiled at the corners of his mouth, put his hands behind his back, looked at the vermilion gate of the Ji family, and was silent.

The hands behind his back were clenched into fists, and the speed of the spiritual power around his body accelerated a few points.

"Isn't it a drunken brother, afraid of Ji Chongru and afraid of it, it seems that the shadow that Ji Chongru left behind your ancient family still lingers. Wang Youjun chuckled, his eyes shining.

Yes, he is provoking the ancients to get drunk, and he wants this ancient family master to take the lead.

"Hmph, why do you use the method of agitation to provoke me. The ancients waved their drunken robes and said in a cold voice.

Although they are a faction headed by the Xin family, several families share weal and woe, and each family also has interests and exchanges.

But if you can't keep each family's heart, you have your own abacus in your heart, although you won't tear your face, but you will disgust each other, and the rest of the family will see it in your eyes and know it.

"It's nothing more than wanting me to take the lead, if Brother Wang is afraid of him, Ji Chongru will just say it. Back then, no matter how bad I was, I didn't lose to Ji Chongru in public, and I was not used by the people in the market as a talking point after cooking and laughing at tea. ”

The ancients drunkenly squinted their eyes, rubbed the jade wrench on their thumbs, and said lightly.

Xu Mandu glanced at Xin Liuping next to him out of the corner of his eye, he didn't mean to interfere with the verbal quarrel between the two.

Since the leader has no intention of interfering, then he has to watch the play.

"It's okay, neither of you can mention this old thing about old sesame seeds and rotten grain. Zhao Fuqin stepped forward and explained.

He said to the ancients again: "Brother Gu, what the right army said is right, since he dared to pick the plaque of your ancient family's gate and burned your family's ancestral hall, could it be that the ancient family didn't want to avenge the revenge of the gun?"

"Brother Gu has been able to endure this breath all these years?"

Zhao Fuqin stretched out his right arm and pointed at the door of the Ji family's mansion, staring at him and asked.

The ancients drunkenly pinched the jade wrench on their thumbs and glanced at Xin Liuping.

Shin Liuping also looked at him with a smile on his face and nodded.

Seeing this, the ancients squinted their eyes, "Okay, then I'll strike first to avenge the revenge of the gun." ”

Immediately stepped out, and the spiritual power around his body gushed out majestically.

The spiritual power in the palm of the right arm that hung down lowly surged, and a vortex of spiritual power appeared, and cyan spiritual power converged from heaven and earth.

In half a breath, the cyan spiritual power in his palm condensed into a three-foot green blade of emerald blue.

The blade of the blue blade is like autumn frost, and the cold is pressing.

The ancients were drunk and grasped the hilt of Qingfeng's sword with their right hand, their eyes were sharp, and their robes were hunting because of the previous spiritual power whirlpool.

The ancients were drunk and slender, with a flying robe and a three-foot Qingfeng, compared with the usual majestic appearance, at this time there was more of a sense of elegance.

The ancients slammed their right foot on the ground, and a crack like a spider web instantly appeared on the floor of the street under their feet, spreading inch by inch to all directions.

His right foot sank more than half a foot to the ground.

The ancients were drunk with a long sword in their hands, and their posture was like purple lightning, like a long rainbow stabbing towards the gate of Ji's mansion.

Some of the people in the surrounding market exclaimed, they did not know the person who drew the sword, but they knew who he really was.

That's the Ji family, one of the top ten famous families.

Could it be that this piece of heaven and earth is really going to change, even the Ji family has people looking for provocations, and they even stabbed the plaque of the Ji Mansion with a sword, this is not a naked slap in the face of the Ji family.

The crowd whispered, speculating on the true identities of the man with the sword and the remaining four beside him.

"Hey, I think those five people are also people from the ten famous families, and they seem to be still in power, otherwise how dare they openly come to the door to provoke the Ji family. One of the men whispered to an old man walking through the streets with a burden beside him.

"Wouldn't that mean that the five families have started a war against the Ji family?" said the old man with a frown.

"That's not, I think this time the Ji family is fierce and auspicious. The young man smacked his mouth and said leisurely.

"I heard that the five families of Zhao Xu, the king of the ancient king, have always been at odds with the Ji family, and this time because of the big disaster caused by Ji Ge, the little master of the Ji family, it is reasonable to start a war against the Ji family. ”

"Is that the young man who just came out of the Sigui Building a few days ago?" the old man asked.

"Yes, it's him, it's not too young to cause trouble, he broke into a monstrous disaster at a young age, and now he is hiding in the house as a shrinking turtle, I heard that because of this incident, people have been implicated for several days. ”

"Did you hear the movement on the other side of Baihan Street this morning, is it a big deal? It is said that several people died this morning because of this incident. The young man caged his sleeves, breathed hot air, and whispered.

Maybe he felt that the burden on his shoulders was a little heavy, or maybe he wanted to say something, the old man gently put down the burden on his shoulders, untied the wine jug on his waist, took a small sip, looked at the young man next to him, and said with a solemn face: "If you say that you have killed several people because of this incident, I believe it." ”

"After all, there are never a few eagles and dogs raised in the high-walled courtyards of these famous families, and it is not difficult to find a few loyal people who are willing to work hard. ”

"But if you say that the little master of the Ji family is a shrunken turtle, I don't recognize it. ”

"I have heard of the Ji family's family motto for a long time, and they all say that the tiger father has no dogs, you can see Ji Qingyun back then, your father is such a popular person, as a son's Ji Ge, where can he go?"

"This is not Ji Qingyun's early death, who knows what he Ji Ge will become, Bao Buqi is really the kind of gentleman who drives eagles and fights dogs. The young man pursed his lips and retorted.

After hearing this, the old man didn't know whether he was drunk or angry by these words, he pointed to the young man's nose and said loudly: "You don't know the reason, don't you say that he Ji Ge is the son of the champion Lang back then, if he Ji Ge is really the kind of person who drives eagles and dogs to plague the township, do you think that the second master of the Ji family, Ji Chongru, will allow it, and the old man of the Ji family, Ji Qiong, will not break his Ji Ge's legs?

The old man's face was flushed and he was silent.

The old man felt relieved and took another big sip of wine, looked up and poured it to find that the rice wine in the jug was gone, and sighed.

"Come, old man, drink mine. ”

The old man, who had no wine and looked sad, heard a voice ringing in his ears beside him, and then a wine gourd was handed over.

"That's... That's embarrassing. The old man rubbed his hands together and said with a smile.

He glanced at the man who handed the wine gourd, a middle-aged man wearing a brocade coat and a slightly chubby body.

"The words that the old man just said are not unpleasant, how can such painful words be without good wine," the middle-aged man who looked like a merchant said with a smile.

Then, regardless of what the old man said, he stuffed the wine gourd into the old man's arms.

The old man had no choice but to accept it, and as soon as he opened the mouth of the gourd, the aroma of wine overflowed.

It's much more fragrant than home-brewed rice wine.

"This pot of wine isn't cheap, is it?" asked the old man cautiously.

"These are insignificant and worthless compared to your rhetoric. This is also for me to hear, if I let Old Man Ji hear it, I might be able to have a good time with you. The middle-aged man wiped his mouth, waved his hand and said with a smile.

Hearing that the middle-aged man next to him was talking about Old Man Ji, who had lived for such a long age, he understood a little in his heart, "I don't know who the adult is?"

"I'm the one who came to see the fun. The middle-aged man said with his sleeves clenched and a smile.

The old man did not notice that behind the middle-aged man, there was a young man.

The appearance of the young man is somewhat similar to that of the middle-aged man, but the young man has a slender body, sword eyebrows and starry eyes, and is well-dressed.

"Ji Ge, what should you do this time?" The young man's gaze passed over the dozens of people in front of the Ji Mansion, looked at the vermilion gate, and muttered quietly.