'It's a bit of an invitation to the urn. ’

The white clothes standing three steps behind the woman thought so.

Without mentioning whether the beautiful woman in front of her was the maid of the Fu family, and not thinking about why she was in the Qi Men family but not Qi Men, just by virtue of the fact that she 'invited' herself into the mansion so diligently, it was probably certain that the Fu family had already been prepared—perhaps, the traps that had not been glimpsed in the courtyard before were well hidden in this mansion, just waiting for him to come as a guest.

Wang Manxiu tilted his head slightly and lifted the sword in his hand.

However, this 'please enter the urn' is not much different from 'luring the wolf into the room'.

He raised his eyes and looked around at the landscape.

After entering the door of the mansion, walk into a corridor that is not too spacious, walk about twelve or thirteen zhang of the appearance, meet the fork of the Quartet, and then go straight forward, and then twelve or thirteen zhang, meet the door, knock open and enter, it is the main hall of this Fujia.

The architectural style of this Fujia mansion is not much different from the people Bai Yi saw in Mengyue City, which is similar to the roof beam structure of the True Dragon Dynasty, wide and upright, not as compact and complicated as Yonghua Kingdom, but the decorative style of this Fujia Mansion is very different from what Bai Yi saw in Pingshui County or Mengyue City.

The middle house of Pingshui County, taking the rainbow carp pavilion as an example, all like gilded silver, and then carve some patterns of auspicious Ruiji beasts on the eaves rafter pillars, taking the road of external grace;

But this family mansion has not gone either way.

It doesn't have gold-plated silver, some are just black eaves and white walls, and it doesn't have precious wood, some are just ordinary yellow and brown wood. In that case, this Fujia mansion should be the third, as fresh and elegant as an ink painting?

But it's not.

Bai Yi squinted, recalling the scene he had just seen in the corridor - on the handrails on both sides of the corridor, there was a six-inch long white candle every five or six feet, burning with sparkling firelight, making the originally opaque corridor as bright as day. Roughly speaking, there should be no less than 300 white candles in this hallway.

The ash of this white candle is not the same as the ash wood of Yin Shao's red tasseled ash gun. The white candles here are made of wax powder secreted from the insects called 'ash worms'. The ash worm is difficult to breed, and the wax powder secreted by each adult in its lifetime is less than one-third of a fingernail, so although the white candle is beautiful, it is expensive, and a white candle so six inches long will cost several taels of silver.

And this Fujia is just a corridor, at a glance, there are about 300 roots, or they are all lit without any distress, as if they can be replaced with new ones immediately after they are burned out.

Can this be called fresh and elegant?

Bai Yi took a light breath, stroked the corners of his clothes, and raised his eyes to look at the main hall around his body.

If it is said that in the corridor just now, this Fujia just showed off his financial resources and showed his wealthy side, but it is okay - but the decoration of the main hall has nothing to do with the word wealth and nobility.

The main hall is majestic in all directions, there are more than ten zhang in the vertical and horizontal, there are twelve seven-zhang python columns, and there is a Chinese seat towering -- this is its atmosphere; the main hall is pure, do not hear the sound outside the window, although there is candlelight to shine, but it is not enough to brighten the whole hall -- this is its ghostly atmosphere; in front of the wall around the main hall, there are carved stone tablets one after another, no less than 100 hundred, the back of the stele is engraved with dense scripture books, and the front is carved with the portraits of various human figures, there are looking up to the sky and laughing, there are hanging faces and crying, there are eyes and skin crooked smiles, There are also hideous rebukes, all of which are weird and unspeakable - this is its anger.

Can this still be called fresh and elegant?

Bai Yi doesn't feel it anymore.

"The head of the family, the little woman has brought Wang Manxiu's son here. ”

The beautiful female voice sounded in front of herself, stirring up a melodious echo in the empty main hall. For a while, several voices in the hall 'little girl' and 'Wang Manxiu' were intertwined, and I don't know if it would make people think that a girl named Wang Manxiu was a slave to support the family.

The white clothes raised their heads and looked at the golden throne that stood on the steps ten zhang away.

On the throne, there is a person.

However, if the word 'sit' is spoken, there is actually something inconsistent - the Huazuo, although it is not carved with a golden dragon, is not much different from the dragon chair where the Son of Heaven sits, and it is about as long as a bench. And the person sitting on it is obviously not as restrained as the Son of Heaven - his posture is half-lying on his side, with one hand on his head, and the other hand holding a pitch-black staff, the head of which is on his hip, and he looks very leisurely and cynical.

Now in the cold and dew season, the main hall is quite cold and humid, and even the white clothes are wearing an undershirt, but this person is only wearing a thin cloth robe, fluttering, like a free fairy in a market novel.

This person, with long hair and waist-length hair, delicate eyebrows, and although his body looks like a slightly thin man, his face is full of feminine beauty like a woman in the flower season, which makes it difficult to distinguish between male and female for a while.

When the voice of the beautiful woman who claimed to be a slave of the family fell for three moments, the person raised the corners of his lips slightly and said, "Okay, you go down." ”

The voice was rather low.

Bai Yi frowned slightly.

Seeing the beautiful woman in front of him elegantly cast a blessing on the Venerable Master, turned around, smiled at the white-clothed man, and then left the main hall and closed the door.

When she passed by Bai Yi, Bai Yi raised his eyes and looked at her again—only then did he realize that the black clothes on his body that had been covered by Bai Qiu before, the gold threads, outlined a phoenix towards the sky.

Wang Manxiu was slightly stunned.

Although this phoenix totem is not as taboo as the real dragon totem, it is generally taboo by the Son of Heaven...... But generally speaking, those who dare to wear phoenix clothes, in addition to the queen of the world, are only rich and noble, and those who have a phoenix life are - no matter how you help your family, you will not wear phoenix clothes for your own slaves, right?

Halfway through his thoughts, he was interrupted by the sound of a pop on the door behind him.

But it's also ...... Whether this woman is a Qimen slave or not, it doesn't matter much at present.

The white cloth raised his eyes, clenched the iron sword in his hand, and looked at the man on the throne.

After all, there is this 'free immortal'.

Suddenly, a gust of cold wind was coming, and Bai Yi suddenly raised his sword in front of him, and without using his sword, he had already split the fierce cold wind, allowing it to blow out the two pots of fire next to the gate.

This breath ...... You can't go wrong.

It's Qimen Qiyun.

Bai Yi took a light breath, put a sword in front of him in his left hand, and said coldly: "You are the head of the family, Fuliu." ”

The person on the seat raised his lips lightly, and said cynically on his side: "You are Pingshui Baiyi, Wang Manxiu." ”

Bai Yi frowned slightly, and asked in a low voice: "Someone is human, you are over 100 years old now, why do you look so different?"

The person on the seat poked his buttocks lightly with a pitch-black rod and said, "Some people say that you act ruthlessly and kill people without blinking, why does it not sound like this?"

Bai Yi tilted his head slightly and sneered, "Because I still have something to ask you." ”

The person on the seat smiled, raised his hand and shook the pitch-black staff, and said, "Then just ask." After asking, it's good to get on the road. ”

Wang Manxiu took a light breath, then exhaled lightly, raised his right hand, held the hilt of the iron sword, and held it in front of him.

"Rong Zhexing, you killed it?"

Wang Manxiu's voice was not very loud, but it was word by word, even in this main hall full of echoes, it was extremely clear.

The man in the seat blinked for a moment, tapped the back of his neck with a pitch-black staff, and made a frown and contemplation. After about ten moments, he suddenly opened his eyes, opened his eyes and said loudly, "Oh! are you referring to the man with the dragon's head short knife?"

Bai Yi didn't say anything, just stared at him.

He smiled and waved the round staff in his hand: "Alas, it's a pity. The knife is a good knife, but the person is a little worse. But ......."

The person in the seat paused slightly, and said with a smile: "I still quite appreciate the unyielding look in his eyes when he breathes——"

Suddenly, I heard thunder on the flat ground.

The white clothes were ten feet in a flash.

The sword in his hand is broken.

His complexion was like iron.

Don't blink.