Seeing the gate of Mujiazhuang closed from a distance, Jun Mo took a step, the soles of his feet were a little heavier, he crossed the gate, and skimmed in the direction of mixed voices. Yan Wanqiu, who followed behind, also paused and followed.

Mujiazhuang lobby

Sitting on the top is the owner of the Mu family village - Mu Jue, and next to the right hand is the owner of the village - Nie Rong. Mu Jue's face was sad, his eyes were slightly red, and Nie Rong also looked sad, wiping his tears from time to time.

Below are the monarch's father-Jun Zhaiting, the monarch's mother-Du Lanshu, and the eldest son of the Jun family, Jun Mogui. They all had solemn faces.

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Mu Jue, thirty-six years old, twenty years old succeeded to the position of the owner of Mu Jiazhuang, one hand Mu family whip method is superb, the weapon golden snake whip, seven feet long, the whip body is like a piece of snake scales, each snake scale is hidden under the barb. The handle is made of python bones, and the yin and yang organs are hidden inside, and the yang pass is non-toxic, and the barbs are put together, and the yin pass contains deadly snake venom and tree barbs. This whip was made by the organ master Yin and Yang, and after several twists and turns, it reached Mu Jue's hands.

Yin and Yang, the division out of the Heavenly Machine Valley, the big machine teacher, the person is uncertain, like to manufacture machinery, each work is ingenious, unparalleled in the world.

Lifelike Tianji Valley, the world's unparalleled yin and yang.

Nie Rong, thirty-five years old, the orphan of the last owner of Mujiazhuang, married to Mu Jue at the age of eighteen, and has a gentle personality.

Jun Zhai (di) Pavilion, the lord of the monarch's mansion, thirty-seven years old, the weapon is the Miaotian heavy sword, the heavy sword is five feet five inches long and five inches wide, and weighs twenty catties. The heavy sword has no edge, and the great ingenuity does not work.

Du Lanshu, the general's daughter, the daughter of the princess, the first beauty in the capital, thirty-six years old, good at spears. Atmospheric personality, because of family history, good at dancing guns and sticks, married into the monarch's mansion at the age of fifteen.

Junfu, also known as the Protector's Mansion, generations of loyal ministers, protect Damo, men or enter the court as officials, out of the general into the phase, or hidden in the rivers and lakes, the Qing martial arts, women or into the palace as the queen, or as a princess.

Du Ju'an, the undefeated general of the Mo Dynasty, was fifty-five years old, good at the art of war and strategy, and the weapon was Fang Tian's halberd, six feet long, weighing fifty catties, made of cold iron, from the Treasure Pavilion, and the person who refined.

In the Mo Dynasty, the emperor's surname was Qi Guan, and now the emperor Qi (qi) official Tao. Hou Jun 朷 (mu) Huan.

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Then there are a dozen or so famous people in the martial arts.

Not to mention the ceremony, Jun Moliu had a bad premonition when he saw Nie Rong crying, knowing the cause and effect, Jun Moliu only felt like a thunderbolt from the sky, Hongqing died, and her newlywed husband Jun.

Early this morning, the maid knocked on Mu Hongqing's door as usual, after a while, the house was still silent, the maid thought that the young lady and aunt had not woken up yet, and did not care, until the time, there was still no movement in the room, and she opened the door boldly, walked in, and crossed the screen, who knew that she saw the corpses of the two on the bed! The maid screamed, and crawled out with weak legs. A servant saw that something was wrong, and hurried to tell the owner.

The owner and his wife only finished their daughter yesterday, and today they lost their beloved daughter, and they couldn't restrain themselves from the sadness for a while.

Jun Moliu was stunned for a moment, and stumbled towards Mu Hongqing's new house. The red in his eyes has not yet been removed, but the happy event is about to turn into a white event, and he doesn't know what it feels like for a while.

Mu Hongqing was still wearing a wedding dress, lying side by side on the bed with the man with an unfamiliar face, and the messy blood stains deepened the color of the red quilt. Their faces were calm, the fatal wounds were all at the collarbone, from where almost the entire neck junction was cut, and the knife edge was turned out a little hideously, revealing pink flesh, and the blood that flowed out clotted into a dark blood clot.

Jun Moliu was a little dizzy for a while, and the world was spinning, but that face was clearly reflected in his eyes.

Jun Moliu fell backwards, seeing that he was about to fall, a pair of hands caught him, it turned out that Yan Bangqiu also followed, saw Jun Moliu falling, reached out to support him, and at the same time covered his eyes with a pair of hands.

Yan Bangqiu helped Jun Moliu out of the room, sat on the steps, didn't say anything, turned around and went in again, Jun Moliu sat motionless.

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Besides, in the lobby, everyone watched Jun Moliu and Yan Bangqiu leave in a hurry, and they knew a little bit in their hearts.

The good thank-you banquet was over, and everyone was considerate of Father Mu and Mother Mu, and left one by one, leaving only the three members of the Jun family. Mu Jue watched everyone leave, his upright body softened, and his eyebrows were a little overwhelmed. Yesterday was the joy of his daughter's marriage, but overnight he asked a white-haired person to send a black-haired person, and he looked a few years older all of a sudden.