On this day, the streets of Yuzhou City were very lively. Both sides of the main street outside the palace were crowded with people watching the excitement.

A few days ago, a fire suddenly broke out in Prince Ding's palace, killing hundreds of people in the palace. Even Prince Ding's son, who was extremely skilled in martial arts, did not escape. Today is the day of his funeral.

One of the people on the roadside said: "It's strange that the palace is on fire."

"Yes. I heard that Prince Ding's kung fu is so good. How could he be burned to death by a fire! Even if the fire is too big to put out, it shouldn't be difficult to escape with the prince's kung fu. Besides, I heard that there are monks around the prince to protect him.

Woolen cloth."

Another middle-aged man with a short beard said silently, "You guys speak softly. You don't want to lose your head. It has been spread in the teahouse how the prince died, and you still don't know?"

As soon as he said this, many people around him gathered around.

The middle-aged man only gestured with the word "seven". Everyone was stunned and did not dare to ask further questions.

At this time, an old woman in the crowd suddenly cried: "Retribution. This is his retribution. My granddaughter was snatched away by that son of a bitch. That beast was burned to death, which is really satisfying."

"I dare not say this! Mother-in-law, you are dying."

Several well-meaning people immediately pulled the old woman behind the crowd. The old woman's cries became farther and farther away.

A huge funeral procession came from a distance. The end of this procession could not be seen at a glance.

A young man whispered to himself: "The death of a prince has such a big reputation."

Next to the young man was a dirty-faced girl. The girl looked like she had never seen the world. "People died in the Central Plains. Why is it more lively than a competition on the rooftop? Such a long team is like a war."

One person answered: "After all, so many people have died in the palace, and hundreds of coffins are lined up in a long queue."

The middle-aged man who spoke just now said again: "You are superficial. Although there are many people burned to death, only the crown prince is honored. This is the first time that our Shang country has buried a crown prince with a state funeral. What is the reason?

Think about it!"

"Please give me some advice."

"Hey, don't forget, although the palace is burned down, Prince Ding is still there."

"Prince Ding?"

"Prince Ding was fighting fiercely with the Xia Kingdom in the front. His family in the rear was gone, and his only son was burned to death. Do you think the prince is still interested in fighting? To put it bluntly, the emperor's state funeral is to stabilize the prince's heart. This

Don’t you understand yet?”

As soon as the middle-aged man said a few words, the audience immediately felt like they were enlightened.

Some people lamented: "Oh, what a great hero Lord Ding is. He has made great military exploits for our Shang country. Why did he give birth..."

The middle-aged man once again explained the essence of it, "I am too powerful. If my son wants to surpass me, he will have to do some crooked ways."

"Finally, I agree with the old saying, those who do evil will be punished by themselves."

"Hush!" The middle-aged man said silently again. He poured out all the talk he heard in the teahouse today. He felt quite proud in his heart. At that moment, he put on a posture of caring about the country and the people and said in a deep voice.

: "I hope Prince Ding will not be distracted by this. The decisive battle is imminent. As long as the Prince gives the order, it will be a battle of thousands of troops. There will be more than a thousand casualties?"

Someone said: "Don't worry, when has King Ding ever lost a battle?"

"No, no." The middle-aged man stroked his short beard and said, "King Ding's opponent this time is no ordinary person. Have you ever heard that Xia State also has a victorious general?"

"An ever-victorious general? He is just an ever-victorious general among the barbarians of the Western Wilderness. He must be vulnerable to our King Ding."

"This is my humble opinion! If General Xia is vulnerable, why have we been unable to win this war?"

The young man who had been listening quietly couldn't help but ask: "Uncle, do you know the name of this victorious general of Xia Kingdom?"

The middle-aged man looked disdainful, "Young man, you should also pay more attention to national affairs. Don't you even know this? That general's surname is Chu and his name is Feilong!"

The young man staggered on the spot.

Mu Jianping also heard this name many times in the Valley of Love, and knew that this uncle named Chu Feilong was the father of Master and Sister Feiyan.

"Found it. Master, we found it."

Pei Feng slapped his forehead and said, "Yes, I should have thought of it a long time ago. The war in Xia Kingdom has started again. How could my father just stand by and watch."

The distance between the border of Shang Kingdom and Yuzhou City is just a stone's throw away from the eyes of Pei Feng, a soul-level monk.

"Master, shall we go there right now?"

"The past, of course it must pass." The master and the apprentice no longer had the intention to watch this grand state funeral ceremony.

After walking out of the crowd, Pei Feng suddenly stopped again, "Jianping, what kind of gift do you think I should bring for my father and mother?"

Mu Jianping chuckled, "Master, can't you think of such a simple thing? The decisive battle between the two countries is imminent, and the best gift is naturally the enemy general's head. Moreover, we destroyed Ding Wang's family and cut the grass without eradicating the roots, which will cause endless troubles.

"

Pei Feng had a look of disbelief on his face. His little disciple seemed to have changed into a different person in just a few days. Tianwu's decision was indeed the right one.

"Jianping, you have forgotten that cultivators cannot participate in mortal wars."

"Master is not worried about killing a lucky King Ding and suffering divine punishment, right?"

"You don't need to provoke me. I am a rebellious person, and my destiny is not within the law of heaven. I am afraid of any punishment from heaven. It's just... alas, you don't understand."

"Master is probably worried that our intervention may lead to the involvement of Shang monks."

"Jianping, you have really grown a lot." Pei Feng stroked Mu Jianping's messy hair and said slowly: "Once the rules are broken, it will be the disaster for the people."

After a moment of silence, Mu Jianping suddenly raised her head and said, "Master, I have a way for you to kill King Ding without breaking the rules of the world of cultivation."

"oh?"

Mu Jianping stood on tiptoes and whispered in Pei Feng's ear for a moment, and Pei Feng's eyes gradually brightened.

"Jianping, is this possible?"

"It will definitely work."

Early the next morning, the major teahouses in Yuzhou City opened their doors on time to welcome customers.

Strange to say, all the teahouses and restaurants were packed that day. Everyone was talking about the same thing. That was the bizarre fire in Prince Ding's Mansion.

It seemed that everyone in the city knew the cause of the fire.

It turned out that because Prince Ding had done many evil things, his enemies spent a lot of money to put an order to exterminate the family in the Seven Kills Sect.

At first, many people did not believe this public opinion, because anyone who could think rationally would find a huge loophole in it.

Who can put up a family extermination order in the Seven Kills Sect? Can you afford it? The emperor of Shang State probably did not have such financial resources. This is not an ordinary family, but a prince!

But later, the people had no choice but to believe it! Because someone found evidence on the back of the stone lion outside the palace gate.

The common people did not dare to touch this thing. The brave young people took the lead to go over and check it out. They saw a metal token deeply inserted into the back of the stone lion. On it was clearly engraved the word "kill". And the word "kill" was carved on it.

There are two bright red characters below - Miemen!

On this day, I don’t know how many people walked by the stone lion intentionally or unintentionally. They all saw the token that made them sweat. As soon as the news spread through teahouses and restaurants, the people immediately put aside all their doubts.

Put aside, how can ordinary people understand things in the world of cultivation? People only believe their own eyes.

"The order to exterminate the entire clan! The order to exterminate the Seven Killing Sect! King Ding is in danger!"
Chapter completed!