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In the main hall of the Langjian Sect, Xia Wuwu sat quietly with his eyes closed.

There were already seven people outside the door, and several well-known forces in Tianyin City, such as Ma Wangfu, Fengming Restaurant, and Jinxin Ranch, all sent their children, as well as five hundred taels of silver with them.

The world is too chaotic like this, and in addition to some guards trained by his own family, most of the time he still has to hire some masters from the forces in the city to accompany him, so he can rest assured.

Zhang Nianshan, the previous head of the Langjian Sect, and Bai Yingfei, the city lord, looked like each other, and under the control of each other, they survived in this balanced crack.

Now Mu Chen, the new city lord who is almost certain, and Xia Wuwu, the new head of the Langjian faction, who is "not a hit, a blockbuster", have an excellent relationship, and there is nowhere to shout if they want to cry grievances.

In addition, after Xia Wuwu was very considerate and reduced the "one percent income" to "half percent of the income", several forces did not insist, and immediately raised the flag to surrender and sent their descendants to them.

The room was dimly lit, but it was unusually quiet.

Everyone looked at the high hall, where the young master was sitting with his legs open, holding his forehead as if he was closing his eyes and recuperating... A long sword rests horizontally on his lap.

It was that sword that turned into the sharpest murder weapon in front of Mu Chen, killing all the people who resisted in Tianyin City in the past few days.

It can be said that God blocks and kills God, and Buddha blocks and kills Buddha, mercilessly.

It's just that he's still so young, and thinking about how a week ago he was just a laughing stock in everyone's mouths, a naughty kid who was forced to study all day and often went out at night without returning.

However, despite the eventual encounter, he actually killed the bloody road with one person and one sword, and stepped into the position of the head of the Langjian Sect in one step.

It's really embarrassing.

Xia Wuwu rubbed his forehead, looking at the somewhat restrained teenagers and girls in the hall, they all seemed to be about the same age as him, right? But his path was different from theirs after all.

He said lightly: "Yue Zhuoer, Fang Pingzhi." ”

The two men in front of the disciples came out with their fists clenched and said, "Sect Master!"

Yue Zhuoer is the second senior brother of the Langjian faction, he usually treats people with humility and courtesy, he can be described as a humble gentleman, and the people he talks to are all as good as the spring breeze, and he is impressed in his heart.

Fang Pingzhi is the fifth senior brother, who is not deeply involved in the world, but he is a person who values love and righteousness, likes to fight unevenly, and has a slight chivalrous reputation in the surroundings.

Both of them were convinced of the strong, and in the rebellion of internal and external collusion a few days ago, they were impressed by this born Xia Gongzi.

Xia Wuwu said: "These new disciples will enter the two of you, so let's teach them." ”

"Yes!" The two of them looked happy, after all, these disciples all have deep backgrounds, even if they can't do kung fu, they can still support themselves, on the other hand, it also shows that the new master of the sect values the two of them.

If you behave well, you may be able to teach the antelope hanging horns and no trace of it.

That style is a sword to kill people, and it is likely to be an extremely rare high-level exercise, and it may be learned by the head of the family because of his deep fortune, right?

As for the top-level exercises, they didn't dare to think about it, it was too far away.

At this time, Zhang Hanyu, who was sitting on the side, suddenly got up and said casually: "Xia Wuwu, can't I be a master?

He said this unceremoniously, because he was not convinced by the person sitting in this position.

He is Zhang Nianshan's own son, and he is also the younger brother of Zhang Susu, the "Wind Fairy", why is it not himself who sits in the position, but the mongrel who doesn't even know who his parents are? !

He hated it, but he didn't dare to be presumptuous, because he also admitted that this bastard's sword move was really weird, even if he cultivated for another five or ten years, he might not be able to stop it.

What shit luck it was!

But how did he learn such a clever move?

Xia Wuwu glanced at him coldly and said, "Because you need to prepare for the wedding." ”

"Wedding?"

Zhang Hanyu jumped up in shock, "What are you talking nonsense, what kind of wedding am I going to prepare?"

Xia Wuwu said impatiently: "It's marrying the Mu family, don't you like it?"

As soon as these words fell, it was like a thunderclap on the ground, which startled everyone and suddenly buzzed, this Mu family who came out of the mouth of the head of the Langjian Sect, there was no one else except Mu Chen.

"Lord Mu is not married yet, how can he have a daughter?" Zhang Hanyu said suddenly.

Xia Wuwu said: "The daughter of his aunt's family, also surnamed Mu, is said to have good looks, are you willing?"

"I..." Zhang Hanyu's heart turned a thousand times, and he suddenly pointed to the nose of the young man sitting in the center and said, "Why not you!"

"Because I don't like it. Xia Wuwu said lightly, "If you don't want to, I'll push it off." ”

Zhang Hanyu's eyes rolled sharply, and he hurriedly said: "Don't, I'm naturally willing! He is not a fool, so he naturally understands the relationship and the reason for marriage.

"That's good. Xia Wuwu said lightly, he looked around, "That's all here today, let's disperse." ”

Then he got up and walked to the back hall, crossed the main road, left the hustle and bustle behind him, and stepped into a faint path paved with dead leaves, the green tiled pavement was as yellow as a stream, brushed past his black boots, and swirled and leaped into the distance.

"Brother worry-free!" The quiet girl with her plump buttocks wrapped in a goose yellow dress waved her hands from afar, standing in the picturesque grove, her slender legs were tightly together, and her curves were extremely graceful.

"Are you still out today?" her heart beat a little faster.

Xia Wuwu said, "Do you really want to go out?"

The little junior sister said: "Well...", as long as I go out with you, I can go anywhere.

In the past few days, she has figured out that Xia Wuwu is still the same Xia Wuwu, but she suddenly became a big master at some point, not only that, but she was also ruthless.

In this earthquake in Tianyin City, he played the role of an executioner, but it was also the case, the Langjian Sect came out of the decline of losing half of its disciples and masters before, and it was on the right track again, thriving.

But Ming Momo always believes that killing people is definitely not the intention of Brother Wuwu, he must have his reasons for doing this, after all, the more he reads, the more twists and turns.

Yourself, as long as you believe in him, you can do it.

So, she stood among the dead leaves flying in the sky, smiled, and her eyes were bent into a beautiful crescent.

"Today I am in retreat. ”

After that, Xia Wuwu no longer paid attention to the amorous and fiery girl over there, but walked away.

He didn't fail to see the little sister's affection for him, but the love of children and daughters could only make the sword in his hand a little concerned in vain...

With care, the sword cannot be as fast as thunder.

With love, the sword is less cold and slaughtering.

How can the sword, the murder weapon of murder, be merciful? As for those who call the soldiers of the gentleman, they are either hidden in the golden house, or buried in the wilderness.

He had already understood this in his previous life, although it was too late when he understood, and he had to make up for it with his life as a lesson.

"Tomorrow will also be a retreat. He took two steps, then turned around and said lightly.

"Oh..."The little junior sister muttered, but it was already like a stone carving, standing in the autumn breeze, pitiful.