Yuelai Inn.

Woodhouse.

The little er nervously cleaned up a corner of the woodshed. When he turned around, he found that the young man had untied the rope that bound the coffin.

He carefully placed the coffin flat on the ground.

Then he carefully carried the coffin into the woodshed.

It seemed that I was afraid that the coffin would be broken.

After doing all this, he looked at the place and seemed very satisfied, so the waiter saw a smile on the corner of his mouth.

"... The guest officer wait a moment, I will bring you food soon."

"Thank you, please give me two more bowls of rice."

"……good!"

The waiter carefully retreated.

Xiaoqin took two knives from her waist and put them aside. He sat on the thatched ground, putting one hand on the coffin.

His fingers seemed to unconsciously knock on the coffin board three times, then he sat cross-legged and began to close his eyes to rest.

It was not until the waiter brought the food that he closed the wooden door.

The strong wind whistled outside the door.

The woodshed is quiet and peaceful.

...

...

Zhouyuan.

This is a huge garden.

It is also the residence of Zhou Dashan.

There are naturally rockery and flowing water in the garden.

But the flowing water or the lotus pond is frozen and covered with thick snow.

Many trees are planted in the garden, and this plum tree blooming in winter is indispensable.

Just in the plum forest, there is an antique two-story pavilion.

Zhou Dashanren was sitting on the second floor of the pavilion, cooking a pot of tea to entertain two extremely important guests.

"The weather is a bit cold today. Without the sunshine, the plum blossoms appear a little dim."

He poured two cups of tea, handed it over, and said:

"I'm not afraid of you laughing at me. Meilin originally wanted to learn the style of Kyoto Meiyuan, but what's the result?"

He shook his head and smiled slightly: "After all, I am a rough man, but I can't be a dog like a tiger."

"It's no wonder that when the noble man came in the spring of the eleventh year of Zhaohua, he scoffed at it, saying that I shouldn't say that I learned the charm of the Kyoto Meiyuan, even my fur was far away."

"At that time, I wanted to level the large plum garden. The noble man said that it would be the case. In the winter season, they can always add some bright colors to this place."

Sitting on his left was the Jiangnan martial arts master, one of the three elders of the Qing Gang, Chang Baishu.

Sitting on his right head was the leader of the Daqi Gang, the north horse roared the west wind of Wei Changhe.

At this moment, Wei Changhe suddenly asked: "I have lived outside the pass for a long time, but I don't know who the noble person you are talking about is?"

Zhou Dashan waved his hand, "Since he is a noble person, he is of course a noble person. Brother Wei, please understand, I really can't say her name."

Wei Changhe did not ask this question again. Since Zhou Dahaoren invited him and Chang Baishu to enjoy the plum blossoms, it is very normal to boast about his background.

But...Is he really just that meaning?

Sure enough, Zhou Dashan spoke again:

"Over the years, I have received the care of that noble man and the help of the brothers in the world. I have managed a good business this Zhouzhuang, and my life is not worry-free."

"But……"

Zhou Dashanren glanced at each other's faces, picked up the teacup, took a sip, and sighed:

"Brother Chang and Brother Wei should already know the boy named Xiaoqin."

Of course they knew this.

This is probably known to the entire world now.

A young man came from outside the pass.

He carried a coffin on his back.

It is said that he was the descendant who survived by luck in Qinjian Villa, which was destroyed fifteen years ago.

He came to Zhouzhuang to seek revenge on this Zhou Dali man.

"Actually, when I learned the news, I invited some experts to meet him. What's the result?"

"As a result, the people I invited were speechless. Instead, the young man, he had arrived in Zhouzhuang!"

"Just shortly after, news finally came back. All the masters I invited... were dead at his hands!"

Chang Baishu and Wei Changhe were slightly stunned, "Who have you hired?"

"There are the left-hand sword Qiu Lin of Yi'antang, the eight-step soul-chasing Zhu Youxian of the Beggars' Sect, and the Ruyan Sword of Murong Family in Gusu, etc."

Chang Baishu and Wei Changhe were shocked.

Because these three people alone are very famous in the world.

The left-handed sword Qiu Lin has reached the lower level of the second level.

His swordsmanship is superb and he likes to go against odds, which is often unpredictable.

Zhu Youxian, the middle level of the second level, not to mention his dog-beating stick technique, just his light skills, few people in the world can match him.

And Murong Ruyan, the Ruyan Sword of the Murong family in Gusu... She is a woman, but not a simple woman!

She is only thirty-two years old, but she is already a top-level skill in the second level!

She is known as the most likely genius in the Murong family besides the head of the family Murong He!

Her sword without traces, even if Chang Baishu meets her, even if Chang Baishu is already at the bottom of the level, he has to deal with it carefully.

Such characters are actually dead!

Chang Baishu asked in disbelief: "All of them died at the hands of that boy?"

Zhou Dashan nodded: "All of them."

Wei Changhe frowned and asked:

"Can you check the fatalities?"

"I've checked and they all died under one knife!"

As soon as these words were said, Chang Baishu and Wei Changhe immediately looked at each other, and both of them were shocked.

If you can kill such a master with one sword, wouldn’t that mean that the young man is at least in the first level?

I heard that he is only sixteen years old...

The genius young man from Mushan Dao was also sixteen years old, and he was only at the second level.

Isn’t this young man named Xiaoqin even more genius than Wang Zhenghaoxuan?

If such a person is allowed to grow up, he may become another great master!

Thinking of the incident fifteen years ago, both of them felt a slump in their hearts and their faces became extremely solemn.

"Then he must die!"

Zhou Dashan stroked his long beard and said, "Of course he must die!"

"I'll invite you two to come today, that is, to discuss how he will die."

"He is here to avenge Qinjian Villa."

"If he really killed me... I should have died."

"What I am worried about is that after he killed me... those who besieged Qinjian Villa back then have lived a good life these years."

Zhou Dashanren picked up the teacup again, raised his white eyebrows slightly: "For example, you two."

"One has achieved success and fame, and has become a great elder of the Qing Gang, and the other has recruited soldiers outside the pass, becoming a powerful man."

"Of course there is the one from Yiantang, and there are too many... I'm almost forgetting."

"But I'm worried that the boy didn't forget!"

Zhou Dashan took a sip of tea, put down the teacup, and looked at the plum blossom outside the window.

"That night fifteen years ago, 367 people died from Qinjian Villa. The family business accumulated by Qinjian Villa for hundreds of years was divided up by everyone."

"The young master was only one year old at that time."

"He shouldn't have remembered it."

"But he came."

"Who told him everything?"

"I have been thinking about it all these days, and I'm afraid there is only one person!"

Wei Changhe asked: "Who would it be if there was no extra living that night?"

Zhou Dashanren pondered for three breaths and spit out a name-...

"Xi Wei!"
Chapter completed!