It was slightly bright, the night faded, and the night passed quickly.

The first rays of light in the morning are reflected on the window paper, reflecting specks of light.

Araku Wudao exhaled a breath of turbid air and slowly opened his eyes.

Even though he hadn't slept all night, he was still refreshed and didn't feel tired, and this was the beauty of cultivation.

It has only been half a month since he was reborn into this world, and his cultivation has already grown from scratch and quickly promoted to the third order of the Spirit Gathering Realm, which has to be said to be a miracle.

Maybe it has a lot to do with the "Nine Turning Heavenly Demon Technique" he cultivated, as well as the abundant aura in this world, but no matter what, this is something to be happy about.

Huang Wudao got up from the bed, washed up briefly, and when he was about to go out, he posed narcissistically in front of the bronze mirror.

"This skin is not bad, and his face is somewhat similar to his previous life, he deserves to look like me, so handsome!"

Walking out of the room, there is a small courtyard outside, which is the residence of the predecessor Su Muyun.

It's ridiculous to say, as the son-in-law of the Nangong family, Su Muyun has never even touched his wife's little hand.

On the day he and the eldest lady of the Nangong family got married, the so-called entrance to the cave room was just a night of sitting with big eyes and small eyes.

The next day, Su Muyun was forcibly arranged to live in another courtyard, and then the opportunity for the husband and wife to meet was pitiful, and only a few maids and servants were sent to serve his uncle's daily life.

Although the two are just a husband and wife in name, if this kind of thing spreads, in the eyes of uninformed outsiders, they will inevitably be laughed at.

To get back to the point, since the desolate path came to this Nangong mansion, he drove out all the maids and servants in the original courtyard and lived here alone to prevent outsiders from interfering with him.

So now the whole courtyard seems deserted, and there is no one waiting for it, but it is rare to be quiet.

Just as Huang Wudao was sitting on the side of Shi Zhuo under the willow tree in the courtyard, drinking tea and meditating comfortably, a young man in Tsing Yi hurriedly ran in.

"Uncle! Oh no! The old lady has a sudden illness, and the eldest lady asks the little one to inform you to hurry to the backyard!"

Huang Wudao put down the cup in his hand, frowned, and said, "Hasn't the old lady's body improved a lot some time ago?

The little guy scratched his head and said hurriedly: "This, I don't know about this little one, it's just that the eldest lady is in a hurry, let you hurry over!"

"I see, you go first, I'll be there later!"

Wasteland waved his hand, and the little guy saluted respectfully and turned to leave.

On the way to the backyard of the inner house, from time to time, there are all kinds of servants and maids shuttling back and forth, and when they pass by the barren road, they will respectfully call 'uncle'.

And the absurdity is all politely responded one by one, not only without a trace of arrogance, but also very humble.

In fact, most of the respect of these subordinates is only superficial, and they all sneer at his wretched uncle in private.

This is the inferiority of human beings, even though their status is humble and insignificant, they always like to criticize others, and never think that they have any qualifications to laugh at others.

Of course, these criticisms are just people muttering in private, and no one dares to chew the root of their tongue in front of the aunt of the Nangong family.

Because even if it's just a son-in-law, it's not for them, who can be offended.

Bypassing the atrium, I turned left and right along the corridor, and soon came to the backyard.

Since Nangong Yi, the eldest son of the old lady of Nangong, that is, Nangong Yi, the uncle of the Nangong family, took over the power of the clan.

The old lady Nangong moved to a quiet backyard and lived for a long time, basically no longer caring about family affairs.

But eight years ago, after Nangong Yi died because of his practice, the old lady Nangong had to go out of the mountain again to take charge of the family and stabilize the situation in the clan.

However, he still lives in the backyard and has never moved out, and all the affairs of the clan are sent to the backyard for him to decide.

When Huang Wudao came to the backyard, many children of the clan had already arrived, and they gathered in groups to discuss in a low voice.

glanced around, but did not see the figure of his titular wife, and the rest of the people in the scene, Su Muyun in the predecessor, did not know any of them.

He simply walked to the corner of the courtyard, sat down cross-legged, and looked at his nose and nose, like an old monk.

But as the saying goes, if I don't offend people, it doesn't mean that people won't offend me, and there is never a shortage of self-righteous guys in the world.

No, not long after Huang Wudao sat down, a young man in a brocade white shirt walked over.

"This is my Nangong family's family matter, what are you doing here?"

The young man looked down condescendingly, his brows furrowed slightly, and his tone was not good.

Slowly raised his head, and the face of the person in front of him came into view, it was a young man who was quite handsome, and he was looking at himself with a displeased face at this time.

Thoughts flowed in Huang Wudao's mind, and he quickly found information about this person from the devoured Su Muyun's remaining memories.

This young man's name is Nangong Xuan, and he is the eldest grandson of the Niyang Nangong clan, a branch of the Nangong family, and he is two years older than Su Muyun.

It is said that although the Niyang Nangong clan and the main family are only three generations away, because it is the most powerful branch of the family in addition to the main family.

Therefore, the Niyang Nangong clan also has a lot of weight in the main family, and has a great right to speak, which should not be underestimated.

And the reason why Su Muyun, who has disappeared, is deeply impressed by it comes from another thing.

When the old lady of Nangong forcibly arranged for Su Muyun to enter the Nangong family, although there were many opposing voices in the clan, after all, because of the old lady's prestige, no one dared to jump out to stop it.

Only this Nangong Xuan expressed his opposition with great fanfare, and took the initiative to propose marriage to the main family, wanting to marry Miss Nangong.

Although I don't know if this behavior was secretly instructed by Ni Yang's Nangong clan, or if it was just Nangong Xuan's arbitrary behavior.

But according to common sense, the Niyang Nangong clan and the Tianyun City Nangong family have been separated from the bloodline of three generations, and there is not much problem with the two in-laws.

This matter was known to everyone in the entire Tianyun City, and even spread to the palace of the Nanyue Kingdom.

Although in the end, the old man Nangong came forward to refute the marriage proposal, but it still added another laughing stock to Su Muyun's identity as a wreck, and it became the talk of the people in the city after tea and dinner.

Huang Wudao glanced at him and said lightly: "The eldest lady ordered someone to invite me over!"

After this Nangong Xuan was rejected by the old lady of Nangong, he privately led someone to beat Su Muyun half to death to vent his dissatisfaction.

And Su Muyun, who was the predecessor, didn't want to cause trouble, so he didn't testify against Nangong Xuan, only saying that he accidentally fell.

In this way, the parties did not say anything, and the people of the Nangong family naturally did not delve further.

Although Su Muyun's injuries were healed later, his already weak body was left with a dark disease, which often attacked at night, and the pain was unbearable.

This can be regarded as an inducement that caused Su Muyun to die suddenly in the middle of the night and was occupied by the desolate way!

On the other hand, Nangong Xuan was the culprit who killed Su Muyun, and the desolate Dao now occupies Su Muyun's body.

In other words, the person Nangong Xuan is targeting now has become a desolate way, and it is naturally impossible for the desolate person to give this guy a good look.

"What do you mean?" Nangong Xuan said coldly.

"Don't you understand people?" Huang Wudao stood up and glared back without showing weakness, "It was the eldest lady who invited me to come over, do you know what the word 'please' means? If you don't invite me over, I won't be too lazy to come!"

Speaking of this, Huang Wudao glanced around, and all the children of the Nangong family watched with a lively attitude.

The corners of Huang Wudao's mouth curled slightly, and he snorted coldly: "I am standing here today as the uncle of the Nangong family, no matter in the eyes of you, whether I am a waste or a soft eater, as long as I am still the aunt of the main family for a day, I will still be half the master of the Nangong family!"

These words were sonorous and powerful, but they shocked everyone in the audience for a while.

"Look for death! What qualifications do you have to be above this son!"

Nangong Xuan was the first to react, as if he felt insulted, roared angrily, threw a punch, and walked towards the desolate face.

"Stop!" a clear cry rang out.

Nangong Xuan subconsciously stopped his movements, and his fist was only less than an inch away from the tip of his nose, as if he would have a close contact with his handsome face in the next second.

Turning her head to look, a young woman in a purple gauze skirt walked out of the main hall of the backyard, followed by several old men in brocade clothes.

Suddenly, everyone's attention was drawn to it.

The woman looks like she is only in her twenties, her skin is like clotted fat, delicate like a flower, her soft figure is graceful, faintly mixed with a hint of heroism, and her smart eyes reveal perseverance and courage, a beautiful woman.

This girl is Nangong Chan, the eldest lady of the Nangong family, and she is also the only granddaughter of Nangong Qingtian, the old lady of Nangong.

"The old lady is just seriously ill, and you started messing around here, do you want outsiders to see my Nangong family's jokes?"

Nangong Chan glanced at Nangong Xuan coldly, and when her eyes swept over Huang Wudao, her nominal husband, she also didn't give him a good look.

"Miss, I'm ......"

Nangong Xuan still wanted to defend something, but was interrupted by Nangong Chan: "I don't want to listen to your explanation, as long as you know, your Niyang Nangong clan will not be able to grow stronger today if you leave my master's house, so please Xuan Gongzi, you'd better restrain yourself from now on!"

Nangong Xuan's face changed, and in the end, he was reluctant to bow his head and said, "Follow the teachings of the eldest lady!"

Next, Nangong Chan turned her gaze to the desolate Dao again, and frowned: "And you, you don't have any ability, you can only play some lip service for nothing! Come in with me!"

"The rest of us will stay in the backyard for a while!" said the last sentence to the crowd in the room.

When the words fell, Nangong Chan didn't say much, turned around and walked straight into the main hall, and several old men followed.

Count your fortune!

Huang Wudao secretly dispersed the spiritual power in his palm, glanced coldly at Nangong Xuan in front of him, and then bypassed his body and walked towards the main hall.

If it weren't for Nangong Chan to stop it in time, there would be no way to kill this guy who was looking for death in one blow.

Although there is only the cultivation of the third order of the Gathering Spirit Realm at present, it is more than enough to deal with a martial artist in the mortal realm.