The Long Family Mansion covers an area of ​​more than ten acres, with very particular buildings, strict hierarchies and cumbersome rules. For example, the main courtyard where the head of the family is located is located in the middle of the mansion, and at the deepest part of the mansion is a hall, which is imitated in the style of a palace. No one expected that there was such a temple in the Long Family Mansion, which was five meters deep and nine meters wide, which was as large as the area of ​​the imperial city Gan Palace! It was only two meters high, so that people outside the wall could not see such an illegal building inside.

At this time, the hall was empty, but there were all kinds of silk curtains hanging. Through the silk curtains, there was only a cushion in the deepest part of the hall. A tall middle-aged man sat cross-legged on it, his eyes closed and his face was firm.

If the old archer Luo Yixiao has entered the twilight years of the martial artist, then this person is at the peak of the martial artist. Every inch of his body is filled with a feeling of almost suffocating oppression. He just sat here, like a mountain and a ridge.

The man was Long Xiaoyun, the head of the Long family. He went to Zhongzhou Jingzen Sect under the age of ten, and studied martial arts under the head of the Luohan Hall. After learning, he returned to the family, replaced his father to become the head of the Long family, and supported the Long family. He was unknown when he was young, and it was not until recent years that he became famous, because after staying on the top of the Innate Realm for several years, he finally took that critical step and touched the threshold of the Return Realm. In this way, even in Jingzen Sect, he had a place, and he had the qualification to "establish a school" in the world, which was different from the innate realm masters who ran to the single gang.

Next to him was an old man with a sad face. The old man was the chief manager who had just returned to the Long Mansion from the Wancheng Escort Agency. He had served three generations of heads of the family. He was highly respected and trusted. When Long Xiaoyun was in seclusion, he was the well-deserved person of the Long family. However, this time the matter was too big and he could no longer make the decision, so he came to disturb the head of the family in seclusion and report on this matter. You must know that Long Xiaoyun hated disturbing others the most when he was in seclusion, that is, this chief manager. If it were someone else, he had already been slapped to death.

After listening to the old man's narration, Long Xiaoyun said expressionlessly: "Kill me, Wancheng Escort Agency, for more than a dozen lives, and left nine handprints on my mansion. This method is somewhat similar to the Longmen Escort Agency's massacre in the previous years."

The old man nodded and said, "That's true. If there is no accident, it should be done by the same group of people."

Long Xiaoyun asked, "According to Uncle Yu's opinion, what are these people's origins?"

The old man pondered: "It's hard to say that I went to check the body myself, and there were no scars on my body, nor was it poisoned. As a last resort, I could only cut the body open and found the cause of death. It turned out that these people were killed by a palm, and there were no scars on the outside, but my heart was shaken into seven or eight petals with the power of the powerful palm. It should be undoubtedly the "breaking heart palm". However, this "breaking heart palm" is the skill of the scattered people in the world, and it is widely circulated in the world. Whether it is the right path or the evil path, there are people who practice it. It is difficult to trace the origin of this group of people from this."

Long Xiaoyun snorted, "Last time it was the 'big handprint', this time it was the 'broken heart palm', which shows that this group of people is not ordinary people in the world."

The old man nodded and said, "What the head of the family said is very true."

Long Xiaoyun whispered: "Although I have been domineering over the years and have offended many people, there are no one who can have this ability among those who have made mortal enemies."

The old man asked, "Is it a strong dragon crossing the river?"

Long Xiaoyun shook his head and said, "The strong dragon wants to suppress the local snake, either for fame or for profit. There is no need to both of them to do these ways of pretending to be a god or a ghost, just come to the door with dignity."

The old man sighed: "Making enemies in the world may not be earth-shaking, or they may be silent. It will not surface until decades later, making people unable to defend themselves. Sometimes, even if they don't even know who the enemy is or why they make enemies."

Long Xiaoyun's face was calm, "The twelve sects of righteous path and the ten evil paths have been established for at least a thousand years. Which one has made countless enemies? But it still stands tall. In the final analysis, it does not depend on the enemy, but on the one hand. If one is not capable of his own ability and is killed by others, he will not be able to blame others."

The old manager didn't say anything, just sighed a long time.

He lived at such an old age and was used to seeing people and things in the world, so how could he not understand this truth? But when things came to his head, he couldn't see it. How could the Long family's century-old foundation be destroyed in his hands?

Long Xiaoyun asked, "Has Mr. Luo returned? According to the itinerary, he should have been back this morning."

The old man, who was called "Uncle Yu" by Long Xiaoyun, smiled bitterly, and the sad expression on his face became heavier. He shook his head and said, "Not only the old man Luo's escort has not returned yet, but even the ones that followed Luo's escorts have never been heard from."

Long Xiaoyun finally changed his color slightly.

He knew exactly how Luo Yixiao's cultivation was. He had proved martial arts with him all year round, had a deep cultivation, and had a real innate realm. The eight wardens who followed him were also good at joint attack techniques. If they also encountered an unexpected situation, then the strength of the person who came was a little terrifying.

The old man suddenly remembered something again, "By the way, Luo Zhen, the adopted son of the old man Luo, has disappeared. I don't know if he was killed or has turned against him."

Long Xiaoyun was silent for a moment and said, "If Old Luo's head is unexpected, then the inner demon might be this person!"

The old man was shocked.

Long Xiaoyun continued: "Now it seems that people are prepared, but we are not prepared at all. We don't even know who the enemy is. I'm afraid there will be more disasters."

The old man said bitterly: "Is there no way?"

Long Xiaoyun practiced in Jing Zen for many years. Although he had not studied the Zen principles of Buddhism deeply, he also knew a little about it through his eyes. At this time, he recited a Buddhist verse lightly, "All good deeds are illusions, and all evil deeds are also illusions. The body is like a gathering of foam and the heart is like a wind, and the illusion is illusion without roots or reality."

The old man frowned, and the wrinkles on his face looked like ravines that had been chopped out with an axe.

Long Xiaoyun slowly stood up, came to the gate of the palace, stood with his hands behind his back, and said, "The situation is that the enemy is strong and we are weak, and the enemy is dark and we are bright. If we fight head-on, we may not be our opponents. For the sake of our plan, we can only ask friends for help. In the world, it is normal to help us in times of distress."

The old man still couldn't hide his worries and said, "We have many friends with deep friendship, but few of them have higher cultivation than the head of the family. Those who are worse than the head of the family are not very useful when invited. Although there are many masters in Jing Zen Buddhism, if they are willing to take action, they will definitely be able to resolve the fear of danger. However, now Jing Zen Buddhism has enthroned the temple to thank guests, it is unlikely that it will be difficult to invite the monks in the temple to go down the mountain."

"Uncle Yu's words are reasonable." Long Xiaoyun nodded and said, "But there are many people and many people. It is also good to invite some friends to boost their momentum."

The old man said: "In accordance with the opinions of the head of the family, who should be invited?"

Long Xiaoyun thought for a moment and said, "Go to do it nearby. First invite friends from Jiangling Mansion, and then invite fellow martial arts members from Jiangzhou, Luzhou, Chuzhou, Xiaozhou and Wuzhou."

The old man frowned and said, "I'm asking for help in such an urgent matter. I've uploaded it to the world. It's really a big demerit in our Long Family and Wancheng Escort Agency."

Long Xiaoyun waved his hand and said, "It has reached such a critical point. How can I care about these things in the future? It is important to save my family and life first."

The old man sighed helplessly and stood up and left the place, preparing to arrange personnel.

Long Xiaoyun stood alone at the gate of the hall, watching the old man's figure gradually fading away, looked up at the sky, and there was already dark clouds above his head, and there was a sign of heavy rain.

Long Xiaoyun's already bad mood suddenly became even worse.

In the past twenty years since he took charge of the Long Family, how many winds, frost, rains and snows, can today's upcoming winds and rains be blocked with his own strength?

Long Xiaoyun's heart was as dark and gloomy as the weather, and he could not see any sunlight.

The world is surging, with strong winds and waves. Under the storm, even the seemingly stable ship will inevitably worry about overturning.

Looking at the ancient and modern times, there are many people who have been destroyed by others.
Chapter completed!