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After several contacts with this authentic Jindan Realm real person of the Xuanmen, Yun Wubei also vaguely sensed something extraordinary.

The first contact was at the bottom of the Dragon Pond in the Valley of the Holy Spirit.

At that time, this one walked hand in hand with Xuanyang Zhenren, Xuanyang Zhenren was elegant and straightforward, while Xuanqing was cold and high. However, the gloomy color between his eyebrows is extremely heavy.

The last time we met at the top of Shili Pavilion Mountain, this Xuanqing Zhenren was depressed, and the whole person was a little more depressed and disheartened in vain.

From this point of view, I'm afraid that this high-ranking Tingyun Sect is not peaceful-

After a moment, Yun Wubei shook his head again and chuckled.

Before his own family led 20,000 blood floats south, there was a secret guard in the mansion to pass the book, cloud: The situation has changed, and the people in the mansion are moving.

As far as Yun Wubei knows, the elders in his own Hou Mansion ignore the world, and everything is in the hands of the Nine Palaces. Therefore, in the past ten years, several forces have risen in the palace, competing with each other.

Jingbian Hou Mansion in Youzhou District of Qing Dynasty, there are still so many ghosts and ghosts, not to mention the land of Daqing Kyushu and listening to the clouds high above?

In the midst of his thoughts, the war horses under Yun Wubei's crotch neighed, the horses' hooves splashed, and the plain white robe stretched and fluttered in the wind, making the sound of hunting. Behind him, the twelve people of Jingyunwei led by Ye Fengge followed closely with whips and stirrups.

Further back, nearly a hundred blood floating slaughter guards hung far behind. More than 100 horsemen galloped wildly, although they did not have the breathtaking momentum of the 10,000 armies when they charged, but they were really not to be underestimated.

Wherever a group of people and horses passed, the frames and merchants hid on both sides of the official road in embarrassment, and they looked sideways.

Near noon, the group finally arrived in front of Puyang City.

Yun Wubei walked back, looking through the open gate to the city. I saw that after a long time away, in such a turbulent situation, Pu Yangcheng not only did not have the depression before the big change, but became more and more lively.

In the city, small people, pawns and servants are all over the city, and the houses on both sides are lined up one after another.

Tea houses, wine shops, and foot shops are overcrowded, and there are silk and satin, jewelry, spices, and incense paper horses on both sides of the official road; The head of the big store is also tied up in the 'Cai Lou Huan Gate', and the business banner is hung high and the wind is displayed.

The pedestrians in the market are shoulder to shoulder, and the river is endless.

In the midst of the hustle and bustle of the city, many well-dressed people walked through the crowd, but their faces were unfamiliar. On the BMW incense car that swaggers through the market from time to time, the family emblems hanging high are also different, but they are by no means Puyang families.

"Interesting!"

Yun Wubei's eyes narrowed slightly, and with a chuckle, he withdrew his gaze and led the people behind him to go straight in the direction of the Jingbian Marquis Mansion.

Half an hour later, Yun Wubei had dismissed the White Jade Blood Floating Slaughter's personal guards, and only brought Ye Fengge's twelve people to walk in the mansion.

Along the way, the atmosphere in the huge Hou Mansion was diametrically opposed to Puyang City.

The killing atmosphere is full, and the whole house seems to be shrouded in a thick haze, many subordinates and servants are carefully performing their duties, and the guards in the house have all changed, and there are no familiar faces.

These people occasionally sneaked into Yun Wubei's gaze, and they were also full of horror and horror.

Unlike the subordinate slaves, some of the brothers and sisters of the same generation who did not have much intersection did not take the initiative to come forward to greet them, but they became more and more alienated.

And Yun Wubei was keenly aware that among the many cold expressions of these people, there was clearly a little schadenfreude.

Seeing such a scene in his own house, Yun Wubei couldn't help but sneer.

Heart: This time leading troops south is a taboo for many people.

In the eyes of many relatives and elders, although his family is named the eldest son of the Jingbian Marquis Mansion, he is actually insignificant, and he is not qualified to enter the house. This is also the result of more than ten years of living in the east.

According to the usual practice, after returning to the house, he entered the Chongming Pavilion to greet his father Yun Liewu, but the previous time was unhappy, and the people in the mansion were so cold, they were suddenly interested. This Chongming Pavilion, don't go!

While thinking about it, a rush and chaotic footsteps came from the back garden on the side of Chongming Pavilion.

After a while, Yun Wuxi led more than ten black-clothed deacons to walk straight towards Yun Wuxi, and with the arrival of Yun Wuxian and his party, the temperature in front of the entire Chongming Pavilion plummeted.

The surrounding guards or subordinate slaves were all awe-inspiring and silent.

At this time, I saw that the clouds were not sick, and I saw that the clouds were dense between his eyebrows, and his face was sinking like water, and there was no more straightforwardness and heartiness in his plainness. strode up to Yun Wubei's body, and waved his hand to cause more than ten black-clothed deacons to scatter.

Then the eight-foot-tall body bowed down slightly, and whispered to Yun Wugrief: "Wushuang, what are you doing when you come back? It's expedient, or go outside to avoid the limelight first. ”

As he spoke, a wax pill hidden in Yun Wuxi's palm quietly slipped into Yun Wuxi's hand.

The anxious concern in Yun Wuxi's eyes disappeared at once, and he tried his best to lower his voice and said: "The seven Jindan Realm ancestors in the mansion have all broken through, and a few of them have some complaints about your trip to the south. Yesterday, the Heavenly Ancestor sent down the sword edict, and the clan meeting will be tomorrow morning. ”

After that, Yun Wuxian hinted at it, and led the more than ten black-clothed deacons to hurry away.

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That night, the study of the cloud mourning hall was brightly lit.

On top of the hundred-year-old pear blossom wood case, a wax pellet was cut in half.

Yun Wubei stood sideways in front of the red sandalwood inlaid jade stove, holding a piece of silk an inch wide in his hand, and his face was gloomy like water.

The handwriting on this silk is scribbled, obviously written in a hurry, Yun: This time it is no longer a struggle for power and righteousness, my father and Uncle Liewu are trapped in Chongming Pavilion, and they are not allowed to take half a step without permission; The hall of law, the hall of scriptures, and the hall of soldiers changed hands.

At the very end of the satin, the two big characters of "go quickly" are written with a red pen, which is particularly dazzling.

After a long time, the coldness in Yun Wu's eyes became more and more intense.

Slowly crumpled the silk in his hand, threw it into the stove, walked to the desk with his hands behind his back, and chuckled coldly, "If the tree really wants to be quiet and the wind does not stop, so it's fine! If it's a battle of will, it's just that, if those people want to divide life and death, hum-"

Between the sneers, Yun Wubei raised his pen and waved, and his cloud sleeves flew.

After a while, the word "kill" appeared on the case.

Chongming Pavilion

Yun Liewu and the first Yun Liewu of the Law Hall sat opposite each other in front of the stone case.

Yun Liewu, who was dressed as an elegant scholar, was uncharacteristically dressed in battle armor at this moment, and his long-standing Fang Tian painting halberd was propped up on his knees, but his face was not shocked.

Yun Lie carried the pot full, raised his glass and took a sip, his brows furrowed, and threw the marigold in his hand on the table.

The narrow eagle's eyes flashed frequently, and he said coldly: "Tea is an elegant thing, and now that the arrow is on the string, how can you do without wine?"

The voice echoed in the empty Chongming Pavilion, and in an instant, a man in black walked out of the shadows and placed a jar of wine on the stone case, and then a cold voice came out of his mouth, "Your Palace, the matter has been done, and nothing goes wrong." ”

Yun Lie's clothes turned a deaf ear, took a picture of the wine jar in the air, and slapped the wine seal with one palm, and the rich aroma of wine rose in the smoke of the hall.

He raised his head and poured a mouthful of elixir, and seeing that his brother was still sitting in front of the case, he immediately waved his hand to rebuke the man in black, and said in a deep voice: "Yun Liejun really deserves to die, he made this stupid move! There is a way that it is easy to invite God and difficult to send God, how is this different from luring a wolf into the house? Now that you and I have done everything we should do, what the result is, it can only depend on the will of heaven." ”

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At the former site of the original Yan Wangfu in Puyang, in an extremely extravagant palace, Yun Liejun knelt on the ground.

Wisps of chill rose from the white jade ground of the main hall, spread to his knees, and suddenly went straight to his heart, and Yun Liejun couldn't help but shiver.

The palace lamps hanging above the surrounding golden walls swayed endlessly in the wind, and the darkness lingered in the lights of the hall, which happened to cast a hidden shadow in front of Yun Liejun.

On the mutton fat white jade steps that opened dozens of zhang out, the three people sat high, their faces were shrouded in a fog, and occasionally a little mana inadvertently flowed out from these three people, and the vast pressure of the sea was like an angry sea, flooding in the hall.

Yun Liejun secretly brushed away the fine beads of sweat on his forehead, and said in a pale trembling voice: "Your Excellency, today's junior in the mansion named 'Yun Wubei' returns to Puyang to enter the middle of the court——"

Before the words fell, a cold snort rolled down from the height, and a huge force suddenly appeared, smashing on Yun Liejun. The latter stumbled and sat down on the ground.

For a while, the whole person sweated like rain.

I saw that on the white jade step luan couch, a Taoist wearing a golden crown of flying dragons on the top of blue silk slowly opened his eyes.

A fierce light floated in his eyes, and he said with a cruel smile: "It's just a junior who has built a foundation, why do you fall into it? Hmph! But where is your Jingbian Marquis Mansion Gaozu, the hidden Jingbian Marquis Yunying Yang? Have you ever found his trace?"

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