Somewhere in Liujing, someone seemed to finally sense the woman's sword energy soaring into the sky. An old voice full of anxiety sounded in the distance, like a spring thunder blooming, "No!"

In an instant, both the powerful and noble sons, the martial arts masters, or the monks worshipped the monks were scared and sweated.

There was a sword in the box sounding unevenly.

The green snake in the sleeve is thick and gallbladder.

Huang Donglai stared at Yang Shunshui, whose face was gloomy and gloomy, and said blankly: "Fu Yang, before I entered the city, I heard about your conflict with him. I think he is an outsider named Fu. You, Yang Shunshui, are not a thing, and you are not qualified to teach you a lesson. Besides, he dares to openly question the bad family traditions of the Yang family, so I went to the southern border seven thousand miles away. In front of his father, using my principles, which is also your favorite way, to make him bow his head and admit his mistake..."

Huang Donglai pointed at his feet, "He was lying on the ground at that time, and finally he asked me for help and sent you Yang Shunshui a message saying that he was wrong with Fu Yang."

Many people swallowed subconsciously.

Some people also think that this girl is crazy.

Yang Shunshui is worthy of being a child of the Yang family. He is still calm at this time, but he has sat upright at some point, staring at the woman's cold face, and asked in a deep voice: "Who are you?!"

Huang Donglai raised his hand, did not turn his head, but pointed his finger in a direction, and said to himself: "After entering the city, I heard people say that the 'Beijing rains in time' Qi Changchun once said privately, 'The Yang family' is the Yang of the water-like Yanghua', so I went to visit him, but he refused to admit it. There was no way, so I had to break his mouth, break his foundation of cultivation, and smash his knees."

Then she pointed to another direction, "The most fierce censor Zhen Jia, who impeached the Yang family, said that he was the 'Qingbai Censor', and I don't care about this. After I heard that there was a ancestral library in his family, I went to take a look. It was true. It was indeed hanging two imperial plaques that were written by the emperor himself."

She looked calm and said lightly: "So I burned all the fire."

If the woman pays attention to these shocking words, she will find that they are actually inseparable from the word Yang.

Huang Donglai pulled the corner of his mouth and looked at Yang Shunshui, who was sweating from his forehead, "So, I have paid back the favors of the Yang family. Next, it is the settlement between you and me."

A family entourage responsible for the Yang Family Courtyard in Xiangyangshan, hovered outside the Gan Terrace with swords, seven or eight feet above the ground, overlooking the young woman with high sword intentions, and said, "This girl, no matter who you are, you must not act recklessly here! This is the Yang Family!"

She glanced at the high-ranking master of kendo and said sarcastically: "Stand so high, aren't you afraid of falling to death? I'll count three times. If you dare to stay above my head, you'll die."

"one."

She just finished speaking this word.

A dazzling rainbow light cut through the night sky, and almost everyone was so stinging that they closed their eyes. Many people burst into tears on the spot.

With a plop, a clang.

It is the sound of a body falling to the ground and a long sword falling to the ground.

A sword fell when a person died.

The Yang family worshipper whose chest was pierced, lay straight in a pool of blood, widened his eyes and died with his eyes open.

Didn’t you say that you would be able to count three times?

Everyone's mind was blank.

The worshippers and master entourages of other families who were originally ready to move did not move at all in an instant, like wooden people.

Huang Donglai smiled and said with a slight smile: "This is the usual truth of me! Whoever doesn't accept it, let's say it, let's say it."

No one answered.

Huang Donglai pointed to the place where the girl playing the zither fell and asked Yang Shunshui: "Xiao Qian fell there in the end, right?"

Yang Shunshui punched Nan Tang in front of him and roared: "A woman who is as poor as mud, please compare her with me?"

Huang Donglai smiled, "You think you are as poor as mud. This is your idea, I won't stop you."

Huang Donglai stretched out his thumb and looked at himself, "But I think you are not as good as mud. Do you have the ability to stop me? If you don't agree, try it? I'll count three times."

Behind her, an extremely long and huge ancient sword was floating.

It seemed that it sensed the master's murderous intent. Without any qi, it began to swim slowly on its own, like a dragon dragging into the sea of ​​clouds. It trembled and pierced its eardrums.

When the words "I count three times" were said again from her, everyone on Gan Terrace looked no more and were so scared that they were pissed backwards. Yang Shunshui was particularly frightened, but he still tried his best to suppress his inner fear. The man who had been in Liujing for twenty years gritted his teeth, his eyes were red, his breath was like a cow, and he was sweating profusely.

Under Gan Terrace, those who were loyal to various aristocratic families finally couldn't help but dared not hide their own personalities. They quickly climbed their momentum to the peak of their cultivation level and would rush to Gan Terrace at any time.

"one."

This word was said lightly by the woman.

Yang Shunshui closed his eyes almost instinctively, and his depressed attitude was no different from killing him.

The figures in the audience burst out almost at the same time, rushing towards Gan Terrace. They have both front and back, which is a judgment of the strength of martial arts or the cultivation of Qi. Perhaps some people are really afraid of the young woman's sword-control skills and slow down their speed with their hearts.

After all, the person the woman killed is the Yang family, and at least for the time being, they are not the one they must each swear to protect.

However, after the word "一" like the life-seeking talisman, neither the woman nor the sword seemed to be moving at all.

This made the master sergeants who had already rushed to Gan Terrace so scared that they stopped and nailed their feet firmly on the edge of Gan Terrace, not daring to cross the thunder pool at a single step.

For some reason, Yang Shunshui burst out with courage and clasped his fists on his knees. His face was ferocious and twisted, and he laughed wildly: "Little girl, come and kill me if you have the ability! I really don't believe this evil! Someone dares to kill me Yang Shunshui in Liujing!"

Huang Dong came and said oh.

Then she looked up slightly.

A burly figure fell from the sky and landed on the ground with a bang, just blocking her and Yang Shunshui.

He was dressed in a very simple coarse cloth dress and was born with a bitter face.

But no one can underestimate this person because he is Cheng Qiong, the martial arts master who is known as "one punch to rule Liu Jing"!

This old man who looks like a poor farmer is a hero of the times who is very few in the Southern Tang Dynasty and is expected to be at the "end" in the future.

In addition, two people fell on the Gan terrace. One was a middle-aged fat man who came with a sword. He was bloated and red. If he hadn't seen the sword with his own eyes just now, no one would have believed that such a fat man in a wealthy family dress would be a sword immortal who was like rainbow.

The fat man quietly retracted his hand to support the man in the blue shirt beside him, and his face was full of smiles, looking like he was not too big of a big shot when he watched the fun.

The middle-aged Confucian scholar who was "dragged" had white hair and tired faces. He had no choice but to try flying with a sword, but the strong discomfort brought by excessive exhaustion.

He looked at the young woman with complicated eyes, his lips trembling slightly.

When the man in blue appeared, almost everyone on the terrace, even the young men who were brave enough to be scared by Huang Donglai immediately stood up and called respectfully: "I have met Mr. Yingshan."

The man respected as Mr. Yingshan smiled and nodded, reached out and gently pressed down twice, indicating that the younger generation present did not need to be polite, just sit down with confidence.

Of course, the biggest contributor to the Yang family's status today is the "humble and polite" Queen Yang who is destined to be famous in history, but this is the inner world.

In addition, there is the man who knows the destiny in front of everyone.

Uncle Yang Qingmao.

Although the nominal head of the Yang family was his father who held the title of father-in-law, in fact, everyone understood that the person who truly took over the Yang family would only be the man in front of him who seemed to have lived in seclusion all year round and had no official position, and they were not even those peers with great official positions.

Yang Maoqing was a very strange figure. He had fame and fame in the imperial examination, but he was just from the same Jinshi. He had been an official but was not very good. He only became a member of the Ministry of Rites, but he resigned from his post due to illness. He was very literary, but he had no poetry, songs and essays spread outside the bookstore. He only focused on doing one thing in his life, collected and proofreading ancient books, using the stupidest and most laborious method of "deadly surveying". He was very particular and did not allow any omissions or negligence, otherwise he would be ashamed of his ancestors.

But such a bland and boring person, who turned the tide three times when the family was at the turning point, turned the tide almost unreasonable and did not hesitate to roll around, helped the family with his own strength, and made the three most wise decisions afterwards.

First, he rejected a baby marriage for his sister in his early years, which made the family shame and became a joke in the capital. Within three years, the Yang family was suppressed by the old family family who had originally had a close relationship with him, and he couldn't raise his head. Even he himself had to quit the officialdom by illness.

Second, he tried his best to make friends with the most unpopular prince at that time, which led to his sister forming a relationship with him. Later, this unknown prince became the 95th emperor of the Southern Tang Dynasty.

Third, when the Yang family could dominate the government and the people, he destroyed his relatives for justice and privately occupied the royal land in the southern capital. He exposed his uncle who was the Minister of Personnel. His uncle's family was confiscated and moved, and the government was in an uproar. A year and a half later, the vassal king Huang Yanghe failed to rebel and was implicated. That was the only time that today, he used bloody skills to clean up the door. He followed the clues and discovered that Uncle Yang Maoqing's chief aide was actually a confidant adviser to rebel the vassal king. Because the uncle's family had been wandering thousands of miles away before, and then he was obedient, so His Majesty the Emperor did not pursue the matter.

Therefore, this thin man named Yang Maoqing, inside and outside the capital, even the political enemies of the Yang family, had more or less a bit of sincere admiration and most of them were afraid of refusing to admit it.

Yang Shunshui had already stood up, stood honestly behind his father, standing side by side with the fat man. He also wondered what kind of friendship would this mysterious guy who had never seen before and his father.

No matter what, Yang Shunshui finally removed the huge rock in his heart at this time, and his whole body regained his spirit, his eyes shining, and with strong provocation, he looked at the cruel and ruthless stinky girl.

After Huang Donglai saw Yang Maoqing, he did not have any emotional fluctuations and said in a stiff tone: "I have already made it clear in the letter."

Yang Maoqing smiled bitterly and said, "How could there be such a childish letter? You wrote it, but I don't recognize it."

Huang Donglai frowned and said, "Don't do this, it's useless to me."

Yang Maoqing hesitated for a moment and said, "Not long after you arrived in Liujing, your friend was brought to the Yang family courtyard where he happened to be here. In the end... he died here. Don't you think there is a mystery here?"

Yang Shunshui, who was proud of her before, was shocked, and felt like she was struck by lightning.

The fat man in fancy clothes beside him rolled his eyes hard.

Yang Maoqing's son is really famous in legend, as good as meeting. There is no stupidest one, only stupider one.

He was surprised. The "Yang Family Sauerkraut Gun" is a pedantic genius. How did he teach such a bastard? He is not afraid of a bastard. The key is that he is stupid! This is completely terminally ill and completely helpless.

The fat man sighed, and the good mood that he had originally read Yang Maoqing's jokes disappeared.

Yang Maoqing stared at the young woman, who could be regarded as his own relative.

Others may not be able to see how similar she is to her.

Their appearance is only three or four minutes apart, but the unique style flowing between their eyebrows and eyes is simply carved from the same mold!

But her next answer suddenly made Yang Maoqing, who was secretly sad, stunned.

"I have figured it out on the way here. There is no such coincidence in the world. But is this important? My friend died and half of the responsibility lies with me, but I can't commit suicide, right? And I have to figure out the responsibility of the other half first. Yang Shunshui can't escape the remaining half. As for the person hiding behind the scenes, I will sooner or later pull him out and kill him. I will carry his head and send it to Xiao Qian's grave. After that, if I can overcome the obstacles in my heart, I will live. If I can't overcome them, I will die. Let me accompany Xiao Qian."

Yang Maoqing said firmly, "I'll help you find that person. Give me half a year, okay?"

Huang Donglai shook his head, "No need. Today's grudges come first! I have never had any revenge on others..."

When she talked about this, she rarely felt a moment of trance and loss.

A flatterer once said to himself: Uncle Huang is already very, extremely, very reasonable. If someone still doesn’t reason with you, then what can I do? Three words! Get rid of him!

Visions arise!

In just a moment, the sound of the great saint drew a firefly light, protecting his master, and pointed the sword tip directly at the great martial arts master Cheng Qiong!
To be continued...