Yan Jiuzhuang.

The whole Zhuangzi is built according to the mountain, the mountain gate stands on the mountainside, there are more than half of the houses and temples on the continuous mountain, half hidden and half appear between the clouds and mist, the atmosphere is majestic, solemn and solemn, obviously designed by everyone.

After another snowstorm, it happened to spread the entire manor, which was covered in silver, and it looked shining in the sunlight.

In the whole village, at this time, it is a vegetarian, and it is very incongruous and lively, because there are constantly people in the rivers and lakes who come to mourn.

"Gang Master Sun is also here. ”

"Master Qi, it's been a long time since I saw ......"

"Yo, Master Mazhai, I haven't heard from you for a while......"

"Look over there, Master Puning of Hongyuan Temple is also here......"

“......”

The visitors from the rivers and lakes who were present knew each other or did not know each other, and talked to each other, but the most discussed was some time ago, about the tragic incident of the slaughter of Shenjiazhuang, when the news had just reached the rivers and lakes, but it caused an uproar.

It is not uncommon to break down the door and destroy the household in the rivers and lakes, but overnight, the entire Zhuangzi, hundreds of people were slaughtered cleanly, except for more than ten years ago, in the south, except for the old demons who slaughtered the Quartet, there has never been such a thing.

And this kind of behavior can no longer be simply regarded as a matter of the rivers and lakes, such a big case, and even alarmed the local state capital, sent a large number of fast arrest officers, vowing to find out about the matter, otherwise if such a horrific tragedy cannot be found out regularly, the people of the north will be panicked, and some officials will inevitably take the blame for it.

Nowadays, the entire northland rivers and lakes can now be said to be rumored, you must know that although Shenjiazhuang is not a famous faction, but there are also 100 good hands in the village, and the owner Shen Qi is one of the best masters in the north, but none of them were spared, and they were all killed.

Such ruthless methods, especially the energy revealed from them, can silently slaughter Shenjiazhuang, all of which shows that this must be done by one or some big forces.

What's more, since they can easily destroy Shenjiazhuang, they can also easily slaughter their own family, who knows which day, maybe it will be on their heads, after all, no one wants to have a knife hanging over their heads and not know.

And as we all know, Shen Qi, the owner of Shenjiazhuang, is Yan Beihao's righteous brother, brother of life and death, Yan Jiuzhuang is also a big force in the north, this time Yan Beihao publicly mourned Shen Qi, and all factions in the rivers and lakes in the past also took the opportunity to come to the door, most of them mourned as false, and explored the truth as true.

The inner courtyard of Yanjiuzhuang, in a hidden secret room.

A man in green clothes sat at a purple wooden table, his fingers caressed the teacup on the table, thoughtfully, and there was an old man in a green robe standing beside him, with a yellow complexion, gray and white eyebrows, a bit of yin in the corners of his eyes, and a tiger's head golden knife tied to his back, expressionless and silent.

At this time, from the passage, there was a sound of eager footsteps, and in a moment, a big man with a national face dressed in plain white linen hurriedly walked in, but his face showed a little anger, this person was Yan Beihao.

"Didn't I say it, now is a sensitive time, don't come to me at this time, wait a while to get the knife score, I will contact you. ”

The man in Tsing Yi threw a piece of letter paper to Yan Beihao, looked mocking, and said in a strange manner: "Get the knife book?" Hehe, the owner of Yan Zhuang is so confident! Hmph, take a good look! All the waste you sent was slaughtered. ”

Yan Beihao casually took the letter paper thrown by the man in Tsing Yi, his face was not good, and he looked at the man in Tsing Yi a little dangerously, at this time, the old man in green robe moved a few steps towards Yan Beihao without a trace, blocking in front of the man in Tsing Yi.

Yan Beihao snorted heavily, quickly read the content on the letter, and every time he read a sentence, his face became gloomy again, and finally the luck in his hand stirred it into crumbs, and said coldly: "Since the person has fallen into the hands of others, I don't know what is the best way for Li Rong Gongzi to come to the door today?"

"Elder Wu, there is no need to be so wary of Lord Yanda, he doesn't have the courage to do anything to this son. ”

Li Rong got up slowly, persuaded the old man surnamed Wu who was standing in front of him, walked lazily in front of Yan Beihao, leaned into his ear and whispered: "This son is here today, not to give you any advice, but to give you a warning, it is best to get the knife book in hand quickly, otherwise, something unexpected will happen...... Hey ......"

After speaking, he also patted Yan Beihao's shoulder, strode away with a strange smile, the old man surnamed Wu kept his eyes on Yan Beihao, and silently followed Li Rong out of the secret room.

Yan Beihao stood in place, clenching his fists tightly, his face was gloomy as if he could drip water, and his last palm slammed into the table, and the purple wood table, which was as strong as bluestone, suddenly fell apart and shattered.

............

In the main hall of the village, it is already full of heads and representatives of various sects, or famous people who have been famous for a long time, or heroes who are famous on the one side, and now they are gathered together.

Gongsun Yang, the hall master of the Turning River Hall, held a long knife in his arms, and sat on the chair with the old god at ease.

Master Puning, who was sitting at the head of the side, twisted the Buddha beads, lowered his head and chanted the Buddha, looking out of the world, but his eyes glanced out of the door from time to time, as if he was waiting for something.

On the other side, the first person was a purple-clothed old man, with a white beard and white eyebrows, a sword on the table at hand, his face was arrogant, and his eyes stared at the wooden beam for a long time, not knowing what he was thinking.

Everyone in the hall came from all over the world, and they were familiar with each other, and most of them only had a few polite words when they came, and then they took their own seats, so there was no too much conversation, and the hall seemed a little too quiet.

At this time, a black-faced man sitting on the left side with a copper hammer the size of a watermelon, his chest open, and his red beard and angry eyebrows stood up, and said in a somewhat impatient voice: "Hey, everyone is almost here, what else do you Yan Zhuang have to do, when will you come out?"

Feng Peng, the chief steward of Yan Jiuzhuang, hurriedly came out and hugged his fists and said with a smile: "Master Hu, the owner of my family suddenly has to deal with it in advance, no, let me greet all the friends from the rivers and lakes who come from afar, if there is anything inconsiderate, I will look at Haihan one or two." ”

The black-faced man who spoke just now is Hu Zhen, the master of the steel bone gate, with thousands of disciples, all over several states, and he is also one of the top two forces in the north.

After listening to Feng Peng's explanation, Hu Zhen muttered a few more words, and then sat down in a sullen voice.

Gongsun Yang touched the handle of the knife and said slowly: "Everyone came today, firstly, to mourn Shen Daxia, and secondly, to find out the cause of the Shenjiazhuang tragedy, after all, such a big thing happened, everyone can settle down, after all, who knows if it will be their turn tomorrow." ”

"And everyone knows that the owner of Yanzhuang and Shen Daxia are friends for eight worships, and they are like brothers, so it stands to reason that there will be some news! ”

Gongsun Yang's words, the crowd nodded in agreement, after all, if you don't figure out the reason, it will be like a fish in your throat, and you will be even more frightened, so this kind of thing should be clarified as soon as possible.

"Yes, what is the important thing about Lord Yan Zhuang to hang so many of us here......"

"Hurry up and ask Master Yan Zhuang to come out, it's really not possible, let's see it ourselves." ”

"Give me a word, let's do what we are in a hurry now!"

"That's right. ”

For a while, the crowd was excited, and the situation was about to be overwhelmed.

Feng Peng wiped the sweat from his forehead, and said weakly: "Everyone, please wait for a while, the owner of my family will be here soon, and there are indeed some important things......

At this time, a silver-haired old woman who was on crutches and trembling all over her body, as if she was about to collapse at any time, spoke: "I said that there is anything more important today than what we are going to talk about? The old woman is old, and the old body can't stand it on such a cold day. ”

The steward didn't dare to underestimate this seemingly harmless old woman, I don't know how many masters of the rivers and lakes were folded under her crutches, and just as she was about to explain, a charming voice sounded in the hall.

"Boom! I have old arms and legs, so don't come out and walk around! If I fall on the road one day, it will make people feel unlucky!"

A young woman in purple slowly walked in from the outside, wearing only an extremely thin Rosa long dress, tightly wrapping the concave and convex graceful figure, most of which was transparent tulle, and the snow-white skin under it was clearly visible.

The skirt forked to the waist, with the pace of twisting, revealing the snow-white and greasy thighs, from time to time a little dazzling, Yingying's waist wrapped around a soft whip, as if to cover the owner's already little snow white.

This woman's eyebrows are like the oblique moon, lightly applied powder, the skin is like condensed fat, the complexion is a little flushed, the smile is full of infinite style, but the expression is a little solemn and undesecrated, indescribable charm.

Many people in the hall intuitively had dry mouths and hot bodies, and some people became even more confused, eager to rush forward immediately, kneeling under their pomegranate skirts, and willingly giving everything, just for a night of romance.

"Amitabha!"

Master Puning, who was sitting in a song, recited the Buddha's name in a low voice, like a bell, echoing in the hall for a long time.

Those people in the rivers and lakes who were still addicted suddenly woke up, looked around, and then broke out in a cold sweat, secretly afraid, and looked at this woman like a snake and scorpion one by one, full of fear.

At this time, the silver-haired old woman paused for crutches, and said sarcastically: "Ye Fanyin, you are really the same as your master, and you don't forget to be coquettish at any time!"

"It's the little sister, I hope that all the heroes here can forgive the slave family for one or two......"

When Ye Fanyin heard this, there was a faint purple light in his eyes, and then he made a pitiful appearance of crying, which made people see it, and their hearts were about to melt.

"Okay, can the night fairy restrain a thing or two, today is the day when I miss my eldest brother. ”

At this moment, Yan Beihao strode in, nodded to the surrounding group of heroes, and sat in the main seat with a little coldness.