Qingping Customs, Garrison Mansion! In a study!

"What, the main family was expelled from the capital and all moved to Nanlin County?"

The third elder exclaimed in surprise and took the case! Although the old master was not so exaggerated, his face was also full of shock and disbelief.

Under the pretext that my Jin family was autocratic and self-respecting, the emperor dismissed the patriarch from the position of auxiliary prince and demoted him to Nanlin County, and ordered the entire Jin family to move to Nanlin County. Jin Huchen sighed and said with an unwilling face.

Jin Wuzhi's eyes flickered, and he had an answer to the reason why the imperial court gave up Iron Mountain City, a family that had lost its influence could not be better thrown out as a victim when a strong enemy was pressing!

Thinking of this, he was faintly not optimistic about the situation of the Jin family in Nanlin County!

"I hope nothing happens!" he sighed in his heart, he hadn't even had a day of peace since he crossed over.

"Even so, why didn't the imperial court and the lord's family send people to rescue Iron Mountain City! Do you know that my Iron Mountain branch has been wiped out, and all the millions of civilians in Iron Mountain City have died!"

The three long tigers were on fire and had to be questioned angrily.

Originally, the patriarch was going to send people to rescue, but the imperial court sent an envoy to convey the holy decree, claiming that the ghosts were powerful, and in order to prevent the loss of Qingping Pass, it was strictly ordered not to rescue Tieshan City, and not a single soldier was allowed to leave Qingping Pass. The patriarch wore a sinful body, and he didn't dare to resist the decree, so he could only watch Iron Mountain City and Wangjia Village destroy the city!"

Jin Huchen sighed again and said with a sad face.

"Alas, how can you make such a bullshit decree!" the three elders scolded angrily.

"The third child is cautious!" Jin Youdao's face sank, and he hurriedly stopped it.

"By the way, the old ancestor of the clan, Jin Shengjian, went out of the customs a few days ago, I don't know if you have seen it? Also, how did you escape? But the old ancestor saved you?"

Jin Huchen suddenly remembered something, his face showed eagerness, and his mouth asked like a cannon.

Several people looked at each other with heavy faces when they heard this, and the old master Jin Youdao sighed and said, "It's hard to say anything about this matter!"

Then, he told a series of things such as the zombie siege, the blood sacrifice in the city, the battle between Jin Shengjian and the midnight stream, and so on, concealing Jin's ruthless betrayal and the fact that the Jin Worship Sect used the blood of the Jin family to condense the divine vein, because this matter is too sensitive, and once it is spread, I am afraid it will cause endless trouble.

"What? You mean the old ancestor has fallen!"

Jin Huchen stood up suddenly, shocked, and the teacup in his hand fell to the ground and shattered.

"Well, although I didn't see it with my own eyes, I returned from a serious injury in the middle of the night battle with the old ancestor, and the old ancestor disappeared without a trace, thinking that he had fallen!"

Jin Youdao nodded with a heavy face.

"This, how is this good?" Jin Huchen sat down as if he had lost his strength, muttering at a loss.

"It's better to report this matter to the patriarch as soon as possible!

Jin Huchen nodded again and again: "Yes, yes, report to the patriarch first!" He shouted outside the door: "Uncle Wang, quickly call Feng'er to come to me!"

After speaking, he walked to the desk and wrote a letter, writing the story of the fall of Tieshan City told by Jin Youdao, as well as the news that the old ancestor Jin Shengjian might have fallen.

A short time later, a handsome young man walked in. This person's steps are steady, tiger-like, and his eyes are shining, obviously with profound cultivation.

"I've seen my father!" the young man came in and saluted Jin Huchen.

"Come on! Feng'er, these two are the head of my Jin family's Tieshan branch, Jin Youdao, and the elder Jin Youfu, they are all your seniors, you have to call your uncle!" Jin Huchen's face softened, and he introduced with a smile.

"I've seen two uncles!" Jin Feng greeted him humbly!

"Hehe! The virtuous nephew is really a young and talented man, and the old brother of Huchen teaches his son well!"

Jin Youdao smiled and praised.

"Brother praises it falsely!" Jin Huchen humbled himself, and then pointed to Jin Wuzhi and introduced: "This is the nephew of your two uncles, Wuzhi, a genius of the heavens, who has reached the ninth level of the forging stage, which is equivalent to you. Be close to each other in the future. ”

"I've seen endlessly!" Jin Feng bowed his hand and looked at Jin Wuzhi, his eyes were full of brilliance, and there was a look of eagerness to try it in a flash.

Jin Wuzhi smiled indifferently and got up to salute back: "The little nephew has seen my cousin, please take care of my cousin!"

After the introduction, Jin Huchen did not delay, immediately handed the letter to Jin Feng, and solemnly instructed: "Feng'er, this letter is urgent, you personally lead a team of secret guards, immediately rush to the county government, and personally present the patriarch!"

"Yes!" Jin Feng took the envelope with both hands, carefully stuffed it into his chest, and turned to leave.

......

Outside the Iron Mountain City, there is a barren mountain, the top of the mountain has collapsed, the ground is full of potholes, and there are traces of the great war everywhere. This is the battlefield of the life-and-death battle between Midnight Stream and Jin Shengjian.

A jet-black leather boot stepped onto the place, slowly stepping on the messy battlefield.

A diminutive black-robed man with a tiger head mask on his face looked at the battlefield carefully!

Suddenly, he slowly walked to a shattered boulder, stretched out a pitch-black palm to grasp through the air, and a trace of golden sword qi was grabbed from the rubble, and the sword qi kept twisting, making a clanging sound, trying to break free from the restraints.

The black-robed man exerted his strength slightly, and the sword qi shattered and dissipated with a thud!

"This is the Jin family's sword intent to slash gold! Hehe, did you make a congenital move! It just gave us an excuse to put pressure on the Qin State!"

The black-robed man smiled gloomily and said in a humming voice.

......

Qingping Customs, due to the closure of the customs, the street is very deserted, and the bustling businessmen of the past have all left.

Two figures walked down the street, wandering boredly.

"Ah Zhi, you don't look very happy!" Jin Wuxian asked suddenly.

"No, I'm just thinking about something!" replied with a nonchalant smile.

"Don't think about the things that make people unhappy! Alas, it's just like that, there is no one on the street. ”

Jin Wuxian persuaded him, but he complained very disappointed.

"Do you think the atmosphere here is very much like the eve of the zombie siege of Iron Mountain City!" Jin Wuzhi muttered, as if he was talking to himself, and as if asking Jin Wuzhi.

"What?" Jin Wuxian didn't hear clearly, and asked suspiciously.

"Oh, it's nothing! there's a restaurant in front, why don't we try the food here!" Jin Wuzhi pointed to a luxurious restaurant in front of him and diverted the topic!

"Fugui Building!"

"Okay! I haven't been to the restaurant in these days!Let's go!" Jin Wuxian's eyes lit up, and he hurriedly urged.

On the first floor of the restaurant is a hall, which is very luxurious, and there is a stage in it, and you can see the stage from all over the hall. It can be seen that in the past, there must have been high rollers here, and they were making money every day. Unfortunately, not many people are here these days.

As soon as the two entered, a person dressed as a shopkeeper shrank behind the counter and dozed off, and a shopkeeper nodded and walked over.

"Second master, please upstairs!"

The two came to a private room on the second floor, and from the window, they could just see the stage, but unfortunately there was no actor on stage to sing.

"What do you want to eat?" asked Xiao Er.

"Pick up all the good dishes and come up, and then let the drama troupe go up and sing a play, this young master is not short of money. Jin Wuxian was so proud that he slapped a piece of gold ingot on the table.

Xiao Er's eyes straightened, and he swallowed his saliva and sneered: "Okay!