Winter of the twenty-fifth year of Heaven's Instruction.

He ascended the throne at the age of forty and ruled the world for twenty-five years. He could not be called a wise king, but he was not considered stupid either. The God-given Emperor who had lived a mediocre life passed away!

The world was shaken.

The 27-year-old Crown Prince Ji Chunjiu ascended the throne and changed his title to Zhenyuan. The Crown Princess Hui Rulan, who had been a nun in Shuiyue Nunnery for several years, was originally named Ji Zejun and sat in the central palace, her mother respected the world.

Hui Rulan, who also worked as a nun in Shuiyue Temple, was originally named Ji Yaoyue and was promoted to Princess Shengping. After three years of mourning, she was betrothed to Jiang Yugui, the direct grandson of the Jiang family, a professional consort family.

The three great masters of Tianji, Shenyin and Honghua came to Beijing to congratulate the new king!

At the same time, Su Wuji, the prince of Nanli County, who went to Beijing for mourning, was granted the title of Dazhu Kingdom by the new emperor, with an additional 3,000 households. Su Miaojin, the lord of Nanli County, was granted an additional 500 households. On the third day after Emperor Daxing entered the mausoleum,

The father and daughter went to the Jiang family to meet Jiang Yuqing, the eldest grandson of the Jiang family, but were declined again by Mrs. Jiang.

Of course, these major events have nothing to do with the illiterate bandits who live in Fulong Village, a bandit village in the mountains on the edge of Fufeng Mansion, four thousand miles away in the southeast of Bazhou.

"Crunch..."

In the yard, Huang Dagui stopped sharpening his knives and instead sharpened his needles. There were thirty-six thin needles, one foot long.

This was ordered by the boss, and Bai Jianxi went to order it. Although he didn't know what the boss wanted to do, Huang Dagui worked very hard. In the past, the boss wouldn't let himself do anything, so grinding needles was easy.

"Ahem..."

There was a violent cough not far away. Huang Dagui looked over with distress and sighed, the master's body was really broken.

Xin Zhuo and Xiao Huang were lying on the original recliner again, covered with a thick quilt, squinting slightly, but looking like they were staring at the open space in a daze.

"Ding-deng-deng..."

At this time, Murong Xiu ran in from outside, drank a large spoonful of cold water, and then wiped the sweat on his forehead: "The boss bought a carriage for thirty taels of silver. It is made of gray shed and is quite strong.

If you can't get it up, just put it in the bushes below! If we leave another day, there will be enough room for you, Ying'er and Qiniang to sit!"

"Um!"

Xin Zhuo coughed again and asked: "Second in charge, Lao Bai and the others haven't come back yet?"

"Maybe we have to wait until dark..."

Before Murong Xiu could finish speaking, there was a rush of footsteps outside, and Cui Ying'er and others entered the village.

Cui Ying'er took a breath and said, "It's been almost twenty days since I left. There's not a single nun left in Shuiyue Temple, and even the Buddha statue has been taken away.

The nun princess was the first to leave. Twenty days ago she was surrounded by troops. She looked very grand, but she all wore mourning scarves. When she passed us at the bottom of the mountain, she opened her sedan chair and looked up."

Bai Jianxi also said: "Qiugong Pavilion is also gone. A few old men who were sweeping the floor and doing miscellaneous tasks the day before yesterday drove away in a carriage pulling the last pile of documents. I also went in and walked around a lot, and there wasn't even a hair left.

.”

Xin Zhuo's face was still serious: "Has anyone been watching you these days?"

Cui Ying'er thought for a while: "Fifteen days ago, I was pretending to be wandering under Shuiyue Temple, and I was glanced at by the old nun Pu Jing, but then she led the young nuns on her back and bowed down the mountain."

"It's the same here." Han Qiniang said: "The Master Qiugongge, who is as fat as a pig, also looked at our side before leaving, and then left with the students too!"

Xin Zhuo was silent for a long time. Those two old guys were very confident in their methods, right? They seemed to spit out a few words from the root of their teeth: "The game is alive!"

Everyone looked at him, wondering what was wrong with the boss? Is there really another game?

"Fulong Village?"

At this moment, a man wearing a purple gown and a scar on his face suddenly walked in outside. His blood energy fluctuated around the eighth level. He glanced at everyone coldly: "Which one is Xin Zhuo?"

"Another declaration of war?" Cui Ying'er and Murong Xiu protected Xin Zhuo and looked at each other coldly.

That's right! In the past few days since the headmaster was recovering from his injuries and Qiugong Pavilion and Shuiyue Temple had left, Fulong Village was almost broken by those who issued a gauntlet.

The reason was that someone had spread the news that "Xin Aotian, the old thief with many evil deeds" had a grandson, and everyone who had a problem with Xin Aotian within a few hundred miles sent people to declare war.

It is said that this was Xin Aosheng's style when he was engaged in trouble. He would first declare a challenge and then challenge. At that time, he would not care about life or death. He would beat someone to death, humiliate their wife and daughter, and steal their money.

This was too domineering, too full of evil, and too consistent with the style of a bandit, which suddenly broke Cui Ying'er's and others' understanding of the old master.

They didn't want to believe it at first, but more and more people signed the letter of challenge. Within twenty days, they had received hundreds of letters, and there were even plaintive and curse words from abandoned women. Each of them made clear words, saying that the ancestral debt must be repaid.

It's a matter of course.

This cannot help but make people suspicious.

Was the old boss really such a dog-man during his lifetime?

The only difference is that these people are not so awesome as to ignore the emperor's death and the time limit for observing filial piety.

Therefore, the challenge dates are set between the first and fifteenth day of the new year.

There are still ten days to go.

At this time, the scar-faced man smiled coldly: "This letter is not a letter of defence, but it is more important than a letter of defence. Xin Zhuo accept the letter!"

Xin Zhuo waved.

Cui Yinger handed over the letter.

When I opened it, I saw several rows of handwriting written on it: "Weren't you beaten to death by Qiugong Pavilion? Are you useless? Hahaha, what a pity, I have learned all about your ancestors and grandson these days.

I sent letters to your grandfather's enemies one by one, passing all the news about you, but I concealed the fact that you were dead. Are you surprised or surprised? Just wait for the abuse of the storm, and the leak happens all night long.

Rain, how miserable and tragic——

Jiang Hezhuliu of Du Kang Mansion."

"Where does this bastard get his hatred from? The boss is like this, isn't he crazy?" Murong Xiu couldn't help but cursed loudly, swinging his sword with a whine.

Xin Zhuo threw the letter away and pointed at the smug delivery man not far away: "Throw it down!"

"How dare you? I am the messenger!" The man was furious.

Murong Xiu dared, and so did Cui Ying'er and Han Qiniang, who had broken through to the eighth level.

…

In the Juyi Hall, several pieces of white paper were put together, with topographic maps drawn on them.

Murong Xiu looked like an expert and pointed at the map and said: "We went to the Menghu Village and looked, but they also disappeared. Now Shuiyue Temple, Qiugong Pavilion and Menghu Village have all disappeared, and we are the only ones left.

But the big boss rejected the proposal of the four members of the Fufeng Mansion, and our relationship was forged. The news that the chief catcher Xue Huaiwei, who was born in the Gunman Villa, had a life-or-death battle with the big boss on New Year's Eve, became more and more noisy, regardless of the big boss.

The leader no longer has any martial arts skills."

Cui Ying'er also analyzed: "Our dilemma now is that Fufeng Mansion, Xue Huaiwei, the chief arrester of the sixth level, one hundred and three enemies, including Shenqian Villa, Yimen Du Family and other big forces, and... Killer

Tang Wuwo, the dead old master of Duanyang House.

I didn’t want to mention the old boss’s enemy at first, but he’s been stabbed out by that damn Jiang Hezhu, so I can’t help but mention him.”

"Seven people and one dog are fighting against a hundred and dozens of families. The advantage is mine. No one understands them better than me!" Bai Jian narrowed his eyes and Lao Gao raised his orchid fingers.

Huang Dagui's one eye glowed and he shouted: "The mountains of swords and seas of fire have come over. Who cares? Go to the capital and chop off the head of the new emperor. He will be the master of the throne!"

After all the trouble, the final decision rests with the head of the family, even if the head of the family has been deposed, everyone looked at Xin Zhuo who was sitting on the recliner.

Xin Zhuo coughed twice, looked at the looming "xxxx" martial arts in the moon-watching well in front of him, and smiled faintly: "We have a feud with Fufeng Mansion. Since there are more than a hundred people who will fight us to death, why not get rid of the golden cicada and get there first?

Are you going to mess with them? We will set off tomorrow and leave Fulong Village. It’s time for us to talk things over with these people!”

"Tell me some truth."

The thieves have little self-confidence, but their spirits are high. They really like the style of the boss.
Chapter completed!