A trace of jealousy flashed in the eyes of the fifth brother. Although their family is a big family in the Great Jin Dynasty, compared with the Star Gazing Sword Sect, they are just a small existence.

If he had the opportunity to study in the Star Gazing Sword Sect, he would definitely make a name for himself and would definitely push his family to the royal position.

"Hmph, there is no need to die." As the fifth brother spoke, a trace of frost flashed in his eyes: "The opportunity that should not belong to him actually fell on someone like him, so he would not have to die."

The elegant man smiled faintly. He understood what his fifth brother was thinking, but he didn't think that his fifth brother was thinking wrong.

If something that should not belong to you falls into your hands, that is damn.

"Young Master, the lotus meat soup is ready." A servant in green robe respectfully brought three meat bowls and gently delivered them.

Seeing the servant quickly put the three jade bowls in place, the elegant man smiled and said, "The newly slaughtered Qingyunyan should taste very good, let's try it quickly."

The fifth brother was not polite, picked up the bowl and took a quick sip, and praised: "It's true that there is more fresh flavor than what is cooked at home."

The Qingya man smiled softly and said, "Actually, outside here, sometimes it feels better than at home!"

While the two of them were talking and laughing, they picked up the bowl and started to eat and drink. The cold young man, who had just picked up the jade bowl, seemed to have thought of something, said to the Qingyi attendant standing beside him, "What's your name? I seem to have never seen you?"

"If you are young master, I have been practicing in the family and rarely go out to do business. It is normal for you to not know me. But I have long admired you for your great name."

Just as he finished speaking, the cold man's face changed. Just as he was about to hit the jade bowl at the attendant in Qingyi, there was a soft sword in the hands of the attendant in Qingyi, and stabbed him like lightning.

Although this sword was not so gorgeous, this sword stabbed the indifferent man at the fastest speed.

As a family, the existence of the seventh-grade edge has been touched, and the indifferent man's cultivation is naturally not comparable to ordinary people.

But at this moment, when he faced the sword technique full of killing, he had no time to use his skills, and was pierced through his neck with a sword.

The death of the cold boy and the sword of the blue-clothed servant can be said to be like lightning, making people unable to react at all.

The elegant young man who was still boasting about his good food and the young man who was called his fifth brother were all staying there at this moment.

They never expected that when they were having a meal, someone would assassinate, and the assassination method was extremely harsh. The person who had just talked and laughed with them was dead.

They have always been killing people like slaughtering dogs, and they never thought that their brothers would die.

And he was killed like a mustard of grass.

In their hearts, they didn't believe that everything in front of them was true, but the bright red blood and the corpse of their brothers told them that there was nothing wrong with all this, and that the brother who had always been like a mountain. The brother who was suppressing them in the family died.

Silently, he died in the hands of the blue waiter.

"Who are you? Our Chu family will never let you go." The young man, known as the fifth brother, shouted with a ferocious face.

Unfortunately, his shouting had no effect. The blue-clothed waiter who quickly retracted his sword turned and slashed heavily towards his neck.

The sword light fell, and the young man who was called the fifth brother wanted to resist, but when he activated his internal energy, he sadly discovered that his body could not use any power at this moment.

How could this be?

Qingya boy wanted to stand up crazily, but unfortunately, he didn't have any strength on his body. Thinking of the broth he had just drunk, at this moment, Qingya boy didn't understand what was going on.

He pointed at the blue-clothed waiter and said with a hint of sadness in his voice: "Since I am destined to die, can I let me know who I am dead in the hands of?"

The waiter in green turned his head and looked at the elegant boy lightly, with a cold look in his eyes: "I am Zheng Ming."

The words Zheng Ming made a shimmering light appear in Qingya's eyes. He said in a trembling voice: "You really call Zheng Ming, the prey you want to hunt for swords. How dare you kill us?"

"If you kill someone, you will always kill him. Since you want to kill me, you must also be aware of being killed."

Zheng Ming, dressed in blue, walked slowly towards the Qingya boy as he spoke. The sharp blade in his hand filled the eyes of the Qingya boy with fear.

The murderer will always kill him. He muttered this sentence in his mouth. The elegant young man said with a trembling trembling voice: "Haha, what a murderer will always kill him. I, Chu Yuntian, will not be willing to die."

"But I think you won't live long even if you kill me. After all, you are not facing our Chu family."

Zheng Ming didn't speak much, and he directly stabbed Chu Yuntian's neck with the sharp blade in his hand.

At this time, the ancient temple was filled with silence. The three young men of the Chu family and dozens of subordinates they brought were all buried in the ancient temple.

Zheng Ming waved his hand and ignited the entire ancient temple with the bonfire. In just a while, the small ancient temple had turned into a blazing fire.

He quickly flew away from the location of the ancient temple, and Zheng Ming's eyes were filled with coldness. He clenched his fists gently and looked at the people who came towards the ancient temple from all directions, thinking in his heart that this was just the beginning.

The morning sun in the sky shines on all directions of the world, giving people a feeling of prosperity, but outside the dilapidated ancient temple at this time, the air became extremely dull.

Almost everyone's expressions were tense. People who were not on the same side were extremely cautious and kept their due distance.

"These dead people should be from the Chu family." The person who spoke was a burly boy. Although his face still had a hint of youthful tenderness, his eyes were full of wisdom that was not very consistent with his age.

When the boy said the expressions, the other people's expressions did not become relaxed. On the contrary, their expressions became even more serious at this moment.

"The three brothers Chu Yuntian came when the Chu family came, plus the forty-five Qiuyeweis of the Chu family, and they had a total of forty-eight people." A young man with a wise face said with certainty.

The burly boy who had just spoken said stiffly in his voice: "Just just now, forty-eight corpses were found here."

Forty-eight corpses, that is, basically, the people from the Chu family have died in this small temple in the wilderness.

Although the strength of the Chu family is not too top in the entire Jin Dynasty, among the forces surrounding it, there are not many who are not as good as the Chu family, and it can even be said that there are not many who are not as good as the Chu family.

Chu Yuntian and the other two of the Chu family are the best in the Chu family's generation, especially Chu Yunbing, whose cultivation level is close to the seventh grade.

The seventh grade is the highest level of their participation in sword hunting, but Chu Yunbing and others who are close to the seventh grade actually died.

How did they die and who killed them?

"Everyone, who do you think Chu Yunbing and the others have been killed?" A young man with a cold face, glanced like a knife and glanced past the face of the people present, and finally fell on Sikong Longxiang's face.

This gaze made Sikong Longxiang very uncomfortable.

If possible, he wanted to punch the boy and break the head. After all, being suspected is not a pleasant thing.

But he could only think about this in his mind. After all, Zuo Jun Zhentian’s cousin was not something he could provoke.

"Brother Qingya, I came later than you. Someone here testified here. When the disciples of the Chu family were killed yesterday, my people were a hundred miles away."

Sikong Longxiang said something absent, but the first young man who spoke did not relieve his suspicion of Sikong Longxiang because of this.

He said lightly: "Isn't it easy to say that he is not present?"

There was endless anger in Yuwen Zongheng's eyes. In Dongsong Academy, he always said one thing and no one dared to speak to him in such a voice.

But he couldn't say anything. Although their family was a fourth-rank family, it was not a little worse than the family of the boy in front of him.

He couldn't afford to offend him, so it would be better for Sikong Longxiang to deal with it.

For a moment, dozens of teenagers were a little disappointed. They looked at each other at people from far away, and the alertness and suspicion in their eyes became more and more.

"No matter who it is, I believe that one day the truth will come out. In my opinion, we should find a place to bury the Chu brothers first, so as to save them from corpses and wilderness."

The person who made this proposal was a man as thin as a bamboo pole, but the man's eyes were so cold that it made people tremble.

When he saw this man, Sikong Longxiang had an unlucky thought in his heart. Although the man seemed not better than him in terms of martial arts, the man in the bamboo pole was undoubtedly one of his opponents.

No one opposed the burial of the Chu brothers' bodies. They all brought many servants, so in just a short while, forty-eight large pits were dug out and buried these people.

However, when the graves appeared on the barren mountain, these prides of heaven lost interest in speaking. They looked at each other with a few vigilance and left quickly.

Sikong Longxiang and Yuwen Zongheng walked together, and the two of them ran more than twenty miles in a row with their subordinates, and then they slowed down.

"Brother Sikong, do you think this is Zheng Ming's hand?" Yuwen Zongheng's voice was filled with a hint of trembling. (~^~)
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