In his original memory, Jiang Ming had four uncles, two of whom were robbed by robbers during the caravan transportation and unfortunately captured and died. And the second uncle Jiang Yiheng has been working hard in the Jiang family in Qiancheng for many years, although he has not made much achievements in Qiancheng, he has lived a peaceful life. He is a mediocre person and does not have bad relations with any forces, which allows him to live a stable life to a certain extent.

And the third uncle Jiang Wudao, as his name suggests, has a murderous and unTaoist personality, and is known for his iron and blood.

The strange thing is that Feng Yinghan was originally a remnant of the Heavenly Demon Sect, and he was the only one who lived alone in the great war decades ago, so what happened to his brothers?

As for whether Jiang Wudao is related to Feng Yinghan by blood, it has nothing to do with Jiang Ming.

Since he has lived in the Jiang family for so many years, he is already a member of the Jiang family.

"Brother Pei, I haven't seen you for a long time, seeing that your face is full of red light, I think I am in a very comfortable mood. Jiang Ming ignored Jiang Wudao, but looked at Pei Dahai, the prefect of Qiancheng who had always had a good relationship before.

"It's okay, it's okay. Pei Dahai's eyelids were slightly raised, and a chill rose suddenly in his heart, his cognition of this young man was not just arrogant and arrogant, in those days when he was in Qiancheng, the major families in Qiancheng were suppressed, and no one dared to gasp.

"That's good, junior brother's steward Zheng Li, have you ever seen it? Jiang Ming glanced at him and asked lightly.

"No, I didn't. ”

Pei Dahai squeezed out a smile a little unnaturally and replied in a low voice.

Seeing that his eyes were dodging, Jiang Ming already had a number in his heart. In the past few months since he returned to Beijing, the Jiang family in Qiancheng has changed hands, and Zheng Li should have been set aside by Jiang Wudao, as for whether he is alive or dead now....

"Third uncle, what about the people, hand them over. ”

"Do you mean Zheng Li's old boy? He's dead..... Do you want his corpse?" Jiang Wudao replied with a cold face.

"Yes. Jiang Ming frowned, his fingers raised slightly.

"I'll your daughter-in-law, dare to talk to our sect leader like this, Wang has really put up with you for a long time. Wang Biao twitched three big mouths in succession, and Jiang Wudao was dizzy. said: "Your Jiang family in the capital is finished, what are you still dragging in front of our sect leader." With such a little deflated three of you, I can slap you to death with one hand, what else is horizontal. ”

Jiang Ming was very helpless, since Wang Biao acted as his personal guard, his temper has become more and more hot, as long as someone shows a little disrespect or hostility towards him, he can rush up and beat people without saying a word.

Jiang Wudao's scary thing is only his name, whether it is the true biography of Shaolin or the exercises of the Fengying Hantian Demon Sect, he will not.

Only the cultivation in the early stage of the third turn, in the small territory of Qiancheng, may be able to dominate one side, but in the eyes of Wang Biao and others, he is a little chick who needs the protection of a hen.

"Jiang Ming, you quickly let him stop. Jiang Wudao was knocked to the ground by Wang Biao, and with a frightened expression, he drilled into the table under the plaque with the word 'Shou' hanging high behind him.

"Everyone, let's all disperse. ”

Jiang Ming glanced around lightly, he didn't want to spend so much lip color with a small role like Jiang Wudao now. No matter how much you do something that doesn't make sense, it's still meaningless.

Today is Jiang Wudao's birthday, and leaving the venue halfway is a very disrespectful behavior for the master's family.

But everyone knew the methods of the four sons of the Jiang family, looked at each other, cast a compassionate look at Jiang Wudao who was hiding under the table, and then withdrew one after another.

The lively banquet hall was crowded with tea and cool, and only the remaining servants stared at each other, making the atmosphere of the scene more solemn.

Jiang Ming waited for a while, but did not wait for the answer he wanted.

"Kill. ”

Wang Biao did not hesitate, took three steps and made two steps, raised his hand and slashed towards the square long table above Jiang Wudao's head.

The empty right arm is like a murder weapon.

The wind fell from the sky.

The long table broke into several pieces in response, and Jiang Wudao's entire body was instantly cut in two.

"Not bad. Jiang Ming praised lightly, Wang Biao's comprehension of the sword technique to ward off evil spirits was already a world of difference from a few days ago, and the sword qi emitted by his broken right arm already contained the true meaning of the sword spectrum.

"Is someone going to tell me where Zheng Li is?" he said lazily with his eyes half-closed.

Although his eyes were half-closed, Jiang Ming's occasional brilliance was as bright as lightning, which was extremely dazzling, making it a little difficult to face.

An extremely powerful coercion swept out, like the Hanhai reversing the heavens, and the endless terrifying waves swept the heavens and the earth, making people's hearts tremble.

This is by no means an illusion, Xiao Chen really has a feeling like facing a huge ocean, and the invisible "potential" oppression of this world is trembling.

The servants and maidservants in the hall trembled on the soles of their feet, their lips turned white, and they could not even speak.

"Isn't there anyone talking? Then there's no need to live. There were only a few words, but they expressed Jiang Ming's determination and killing intent at the moment.

The absurd but terrifying scene, a teenager with such demeanor and momentum, made many elderly middle-aged people on the field feel a little unreal, and as his words fell, finally a pockmarked guard trembled his lips and replied: "Zheng.... Steward Zheng is in the dungeon. ”

"Okay, get out. ”

Jiang Ming waved his hand, signaling not to embarrass them.

But everyone seemed to have their legs nailed to the ground, and they didn't dare to move a bit.

"Let you get out, don't you wait for Wang to beat your daughter-in-law's ass?" Wang Biao waved his arm, and a maidservant girl cried out with a 'wow', and then ran out of Jiang's house in a panic.

Many newcomers of the Jiang family who were arranged by Jiang Wudao cherished their lives very much, and in less than a moment, there were only a few people left in the hall.

These people are all old buddies of the Jiang family in Qiancheng, Jiang Ming is quite familiar with them, but he just can't name them.

"Fourth master, you can be regarded as back, Zheng is in charge of him......." One of them said with tears in his eyes and a choked voice.

"I see, you all rest. ”

To these old men of the Jiang family, Jiang Ming showed a rare smile.

Someone betrays, someone can stick to their heart.

He was still very satisfied with these old people.

......

Because Wang Biao didn't know the way, Jiang Ming had to lead out of the banquet hall and came to the dungeon where Zheng Li was imprisoned.

Under the dimly lit dungeon, Zheng Li, who was tortured only with skin and bones, curled up in a straw pile, his limbs twitching constantly, and the blood stained his robes dark red. Apparently he had been severely tortured before.

Jiang Ming walked slowly, his footsteps echoing in the empty dungeon.

"Is it the fourth master? Is the fourth master here?" Zheng Li's voice looked very weak, but he could feel a very strong longing.