Jianchuan City, Wang Family Study Room.

Wang Chuan, the ancestor of the Wang family, sat down with a gentle face. His two grandsons, Wang Guocheng and Wang Sanshan, stood on the left and right, answered carefully.

The Wang family has always paid attention to rules, especially the ancestor Wang Zhuan. In his impression, he had never seen the ancestor in disheveled clothes, misplaced seats and improper words for decades. Under such majesty, they could only be careful.

However, it is useless for them to be careful now, because the war letter from Han Tieyi, the ancestor of the Han family, has been delivered to the door.

"What explanation do you guys do?"

Wang Chuan's tone is more majestic than usual.

King Kingdom City and Wang Sanshan were silent at the same time.

For the past three days, I have explained everything I need to explain to the ancestor. Now I just talk nonsense. Speaking nonsense when the ancestor is angry is asking for death!

Wang Chuan himself did not want to hear their explanation, but just scolded him sternly: "My Wang family has always been a well-known name in Jianchuan City. No one in the world has ever talked about our right or wrong. Now, I actually want to compete with Han Tieyi against the heroic race, what kind of qualities will it become!

These words combined with Wang Chuan's own majesty, if there were a few four generations of disciples here, they would have been frightened and urinated, and took all the mistakes on their heads.

But Wangguocheng and Wang Sanshan are not four generations of disciples. As elites of the Wang family, they have been in power for decades. Not to mention their own cunning, just their understanding of the ancestors is beyond comparison.

They knew very well that the ancestor Wang Chuan liked to show off his majesty and show off his airs, and scolded others if you have any questions. If you admit your mistakes, then you will be punished without any pain; if you don’t even say a few words of New Year greetings, you will inevitably cut off your flesh and let blood.

Therefore, when the Wang family went out, they were very majestic and scolded people if they had anything to do. For example, Wang Sanshan was visiting Jiantao Pavilion and planned to scold Yan Li like this. Unfortunately, the result was very miserable. His old face was slapped and his face was slapped. The moment the "Bianji Tie" appeared, it was slim.

If there is a change of time, Wang Guocheng and Wang Sanshan must have been honest in their appearance as younger generations, kowtowed and shouted, "The grandson is wrong", allowing Wang Chuan Zu to get addicted to the ancestor, but now it is obvious that there is no time for this game.

They have been grandsons for decades, of course they are very clear that the so-called "never people in the martial arts world talk about our right and wrong" is because the people in the martial arts world who say that the Wang family are all killed by the Wang family; the so-called "what the order is in harmony" is even more straightforward, that is, Wang Chuan's ancestor is not the opponent of Han Tieyi. If someone is beaten on the ring, vomiting blood and trauma and black eyes, it will greatly damage the ancestor's majesty, of course it will be "unprepared".

When the matter is over, the ancestor will show off his power as much as he likes to show off. Now, he is about to get angry, so let’s find a way first!

Wangguocheng thought for a while and said, "The old man Han Tieyi is a stubborn donkey. It is useless to say and persuade. We should solve the problem from the root."

"Solved at the root? How to solve the root!" Wang Sanshan said, "I went to see Yan Li in person, and that junior would be rude, and I was really angry!"

"That's because you have something wrong with your statement." Kingdom City said coldly.

Wang Sanshan said in his heart: "Is there something wrong with my words? Isn't it that all the true teachings of the ancestors? They have always been invincible. How could I know that Yan Li's little bastard doesn't buy it at all?"

He was unwilling to self-destruct his own shortcomings in front of the ancestor, and he believed in his black-hearted brother's Kingdom City, and did not dare to discuss the "the true inheritance of the ancestor" publicly, and immediately changed the topic: "What's the use of saying this now? The matter has reached this point, and we have to find a way to solve it. It would be too... unconventional to let the ancestor go to the arena with the old man Han Tieyi!"

In fact, what he wanted to say was: That's too unreliable.

King Kingdom City understood it and murmured with a gray beard: "Since reconciliation is useless, we cannot blame us for being ruthless and never stop doing it!"

The old ancestor Wang Chuan, who had a majestic face, obviously loved to hear this sentence, nodded expressionlessly and said, "Well, will you come up with the plan?"

"The crux of the matter is finally Fenghuo Forging, so we simply destroyed Fenghuo Forging." Wangguocheng said with a sinister look on his face, "The biggest reliance of Fenghuo Forging is Yan Li's little bastard. As long as the little bastard dies, who will punish the Wang family with Tianfeng Temple as the backer for Fenghuo Forging?"

"That's the reason." Wang Sanshan nodded first, "If you kill the little bastard, Fenghuo Forge will not be able to make the world. At that time, I will first find them to fight swords, drive them out of Jianchuan City, and then send someone to intercept and kill them halfway, and eliminate them! Humph... I am the leader who dares to commit crimes..."

Wang Sanshan was happily thinking about the follow-up treatment, but Lao Wang Chuan did not nod. Although Wang Chuan always likes to put on airs, his innate cultivation is real, and with decades of rich experience in walking in the world, how could he be so easy to fool?

Wang Chuan didn't even raise his eyelids, and he said expressionlessly: "Everyone said that Han Tieyi is a stubborn donkey, and he can calm down if he dies."

"Uh..." Wang Sanshan's follow-up treatment was immediately gone. In the Wang family, his sword-making level was pretty good, and his conspiracy methods were far worse than those in King Kong City.

Wangguocheng smiled sinisterly and said, "Don't do it, since he has made a ruthless move, of course he has to leave the Han family with nothing to say. Isn't Han Tieyi going to the murderer? Let's give him the murderer!"

"What does it mean?" Wang Sanshan asked in a daze without reacting at all.

"Anyway, the Five Spider Soul-wrapped Palm has been exposed. Chang Duan is a handle sooner or later, so why not deal with him cleanly." Wang Guocheng sneered, "Send Chang Duan to assassinate Yan Li, and my Wang family master follows him. When Yan Li dies, we will arrest the assassin in a legitimate way, take down Chang Duan's head on the spot, and give it to Han Tieyi for an explanation!"

A very toxic plan.

Wang Sanshan heard only his eyes lit up and shouted, "Magic plan, a wonderful plan!"

Wang Chuan's majestic face finally had a slight smile, but he did not agree and said in a deep voice: "After Fenghuobao encountered an assassin, he must strengthen his defense. At this time, it is the forefront of the storm, so I am afraid that the opportunity will be difficult to find."

"It's okay." Wangguocheng said confidently, "Yan Li's little bastard was about to go to Zhuchan Temple. My father had confirmed that the abbot of Zhuchan Temple was not there, and the first Guangjue Zen meditation in the Prajna Hall was almost like a wooden fish. No matter what happened outside Zhuchan Temple, we let Chang Duan ambush on the way back to the city, and when Yan Li left Zhuchan Temple, he would do it."

Wang Sanshan frowned and said, "Why have to wait for him to come out? Ambushing on the way he went, isn't it faster?"

"Stupid!" Wangguocheng cursed, "Monkey Guangjue can let go of anything, but he can't let go of meditation. If Yan Li did not go to Zhuchan Temple, you would definitely make the old monk angry. At that time, Tianfeng Temple would not be able to cover us."

"Hmph! That little beast lives a few more days later." Wang Sanshan gritted his teeth.

"Hehe..." Wangguocheng let out a grim smile, "Yan Li little bastard, let you cause trouble for my Wang family. You would never dream of "Bian Ji Tie" becoming a King of Hell!"

The tall Wang Chuan stopped talking, stroked his snow-white goatee, squinted his eyes, and only a little flashing cold light shone out from the cracks of his eyes.

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The autumn rain continues.

The blue-gray rain clouds cover the sky, sprinkling endless raindrops, washing away the heat in July.

The ancient Jianchuan City was bathed in the drizzle, and the noise gradually faded, and only the surging rivers echoed.

An ordinary carriage drove out of the south gate of Jianchuan City in the drizzle, and followed the sound of the wheels of Lulu, and moved southeastward without any haste.

This direction is the direction to Zhuchan Temple.

On the shaft of the car, Duan Yan was driving in a straw hat and straw raincoat. Yan Li and Gui Yun were sitting leisurely in the carriage, enjoying the five-spice jerky specialty of Jianchuan City.

At this time, three days after the Jiantao Pavilion banquet, Yan Li finally decided to go to Zhuchan Temple in the autumn rain.

It is said to the outside world that Master Yan Li had to study Buddhism for several days so that he could discuss with the monks. His family knew very well how he spent these three days:

Eat, practice martial arts, sleep, take time to take Guiyun to the market. No outside guests were seen, and no one was ignored for making swords. I did read a lot of Buddhist scriptures, but with Yan Li's evil reading speed, the addition of no more than a cup of tea.

"Hey, I said, Young Master Yan, don't go too far." Duan Yan complained. The word "Young Master" was the nickname he gave Yan Li. He insisted that Yan Li's style was more than any martial arts master.

"Oh, young master, don't be angry. The carriage is so slow, so you don't have to concentrate. There is no problem with eating jerky while walking. Come on, this is yours."

"Hey, it seems like I'm greedy."

"Isn't it?"

"I mean: When someone received the "Bianji Tie", he rushed to Zhuchan Temple like flying, or bathed, changed clothes and fasted for seven days, and went to the Buddha respectfully. It would be fine if you delayed for three days, but you still chose such a ghost weather!" Duan Yan whispered. He was full of respect for the three major sword gates since he was a child, and was afraid that these words would be heard.

"Don't there be more Zen in the drizzle?" Yan Li smiled indifferently.

"Zen? I don't understand." Duan Yan shook his head and said, "I only know that baldness is bald and there is no worry about rain. Visiting monks on rainy days, Mr. Yan, you are too much."

"Haha, Zhuchan Temple has a great business, and it is not a deserted village and a dilapidated temple. I think it won't leak." Yan Lisa smiled and said, "Actually, I know the young master's mind."

"What do I have to do?"

"The mysterious secret of Zhuchan Temple is rare to have the opportunity to visit. However, it is a rainy day, it is not a good thing, it is not a good thing..."

"Hey!" Duan Yan was exposed and he was inevitably angry and embarrassed.

"However, everything must be considered from two aspects." Yan Li said, "Only by catching Buddha on rainy days can we show our sincerity. Secondly, the autumn rain is continuous and the carriages are difficult to move, and Zhuchan Temple is not good for sending guests on the same day. We can stay in the temple for three or five days, and there is plenty of time to visit."

"Well, it's not bad...ah~~Wait, three or five days? Today's sixth day of the lunar month, tomorrow is the Chinese Valentine's Day. Staying for three or five days, isn't you going to miss the Qiqiao Festival?"

The Qiqiao Festival is the day when the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl meet, and it is also a good day for blind dates. It is very attractive for a single young man like Duan Yan.

"Qiqiao Festival, hehe..." Yan Li laughed, "Look, the autumn rain is now constantly, which is incompatible with the word "Yan" in your name. Even if you go to participate in the Qiqiao Festival, you will be destined to be unlucky. Why not go to worship Buddha to me and get rid of bad luck."

"Nonsense, where is the bad luck?" Duan Yan gritted his teeth in discontent, "It's raining and it's incompatible with me. I've been drowned by the rain long ago. Can I still grow so big?"

"This is the same as that. I think if you go to the Qiqiao Festival, you will inevitably suffer a bloody disaster. It is better to go to the Buddha with me and take advantage of the dark moon and high winds to be his vote..."

"Hey hey hey! What are you going to do?" Duan Yan was shocked when he heard this, pressed his voice to the lowest point, and gritted his teeth and said, "That's Zhuchan Temple! You can't do anything nonsense!"

"Of course, you can't do anything like killing people in a pure place outside."

"Are you serious? Who are you going to kill?"

"Frankly, I don't know him."

"Cough, cough cough..." Duan Yan was completely fainted.

"But I recognize his martial arts."

"What martial arts?"

"Five Spider Soul-wrapped Palm."
Chapter completed!