Yuelai Inn.

Woodshed.

The waiter was extremely nervous and cleared out a corner of the woodshed. When he looked back, he realized that the young man had untied the ropes that bound the coffin.

He placed the coffin flat on the ground very carefully.

Then he carried the coffin into the woodshed very carefully.

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

After doing all this, he looked around the place and seemed very satisfied, so the waiter saw a smile on his lips.

"...Please wait a moment, sir. I will bring you some food after a short while."

"Thank you. Please give me two more bowls of rice."

"……good!"

The waiter carefully backed out.

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

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

It wasn't until the waiter brought the food that he closed the firewood door.

The strong wind howled outside the door.

It was quiet and peaceful in the woodshed.

…

…

Zhou Garden.

This is a huge garden.

It is also the residence of Zhou Dashan.

There are naturally rockeries and flowing water in the garden.

Only the running water or the lotus pond were frozen and covered with thick snow.

There are many trees planted in the garden, including the plum tree that blooms in winter.

Just among the plum trees, there is an antique two-story pavilion.

Master Zhou Dashan is currently sitting on the second floor of this small pavilion, brewing a pot of tea and entertaining two very important guests.

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

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

"I'm not afraid of making you laugh. This Mei Lin originally wanted to learn the style of Kyoto Plum Garden. What happened?"

He shook his head and smiled slightly: "I am a rough man after all. Painting a tiger will not turn out to be a dog."

"It's no wonder that in the spring of the eleventh year of Zhaohua, when the nobleman came, he sneered at this, saying that I must not say that I have learned the charm of the plum garden in Kyoto, and even the superficial difference is far away."

"At that time, I originally wanted to flatten this large plum garden, but the nobleman said that we should just do it. In the winter, they can always add some gorgeous colors to the place."

Sitting on his left is Chang Baishu, one of the three elders of the Qinggang, a martial arts master in the south of the Yangtze River.

Sitting on his right is Bei Ma Xiao, Xifeng Wei Changhe, the leader of the Daqi Gang.

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

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

Wei Changhe did not ask this question again. Since Mr. Zhou Dashan had invited him and Chang Baishu to come to appreciate the plum blossoms, it was perfectly normal for him to boast about his background.

It’s just...did he really just mean that?

Sure enough, Master Zhou Dashan spoke again:

"Over the years, with the care of that noble man and the help of my brothers in the Jianghu, I have managed Zhouzhuang quite well this time, and my life has been worry-free."

"But……"

Zhou Dashan glanced at each of their faces, picked up the tea cup, took a sip, and sighed:

"Brother Chang and brother Wei must already know about the young man named Xiaoqin."

Of course they know this.

I am afraid that the whole rivers and lakes are known to this matter.

A teenager came from the outside.

He carried a coffin.

It is said that he was the future generations who had been destroyed fifteen years ago.

He came to Zhouzhuang and found this Zhou Dashan's revenge.

"Actually, when the old man knew the news, he invited some masters to meet him. What about the result?"

"As a result, the old man invited the people without sound, but the boy, he had come to Zhouzhuang!"

"Just shortly, there was a finally news that came back, and the masters asked by the husband ... all died in his hands!"

Chang Baishu and Wei Changhe for a moment, "Who have you invited?"

"Among them, the left -handed sword Qiu Lin's left -handed sword, the eight -step soul chasing Zhu Youxian of the beggar, and the smoke sword Murong Rongru, etc. of Gusu Murong's family."

Chang Baishu and Wei Changhe were surprised at their hearts.

Because these three people alone are extremely famous in the rivers and lakes.

Qiu Lin, the left hand sword, martial arts has reached the second place.

His swordsmanship is vulgar, and he is always invincible.

Eight -step chasing the soul Zhu Youxian, the second -level mid -level, not to mention his hand -to -hand dog stick, his light work alone, few people in the world can reach.

And Gusu Murong's family of smoke Murong and smoke ... She is a woman, but she is not a simple woman!

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

She is hailed as the most likely to break the realm of the Murong family in addition to Murong He!

The smoke sword that her hand is not available, even if Chang Bai Shu is paired, even if Chang Baishu is already in a subordinate, he has to deal with it carefully.

Such characters are dying!

Chang Baishu asked incredibly: "They died in the teenager's hands?"

Zhou Dashan nodded: "All."

Wei Changhe's eyebrows tightly, asked:

"Can you view the fatal place?"

"Viewed, all died under a knife!"

As soon as this remark, Chang Baishu and Wei Changhe immediately looked at each other, and they were shocked in their eyes.

Can you kill these masters in one sword, don't you say that the teenager is at least a situation?

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

Wang Zhenghao, the genius of Mushan Sword, is also sixteen years old. He is only on the second place.

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

If such a person grows up, I am afraid he will become another master!

Thinking of the incident fifteen years ago, the two were sinking at this moment, and their faces became extremely dignified.

"Then he must die!"

Zhou Dashan has a long beard, "Of course he must die!"

"I invite two to come today, that is, how to discuss how he dies."

"He is here to avenge Qinjian Villa."

"If he really killed the old man ... the old man should die."

"The old man is worried that after he kills the old man ... those who siege the Qinjian Villa that year have lived well in these years."

Zhou Dashan raised a tea cup again, and those white brows were slightly picky: "For example, you two."

"One merit is famous, and it becomes the elder of the Gang Gang. One recruits soldiers outside the customs to buy horses, becoming a strong party."

"Of course there are the one from Yi'antang, and ... too much, the old man is almost forgotten."

"But the old man is worried that the teenager will not forget!"

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

"On that night fifteen years ago, 367 people died in Qinjian Villa. The family property accumulated over hundreds of years in Qinjian Villa was divided up by everyone."

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

"He shouldn't have remembered."

"But here he comes."

"Who told him all that?"

"I've been thinking about it these days, and I'm afraid there's only one person!"

Wei Changhe asked: "That night there was no spare person left alive, who could it be?"

Master Zhou Dashan pondered for three breaths and spit out a name——
Chapter completed!