"Xu Xiaoqing, can't you bear it anymore?"

Xu Fan reined in the reins and gently stroked the horse under his crotch with his right hand. He narrowed his eyes slightly with a cold light in his eyes and looked at the young man in front of him who had followed him for many years.

"Hey! What do you mean, young master?"

Xu Xiaoqing didn't know that the boy who was knocked away by him had recognized his identity. He thought he was still the only young master of the Xu family who had been imprisoned in Xujiazhuang for three years.

The cold light in Xu Fan's slightly narrowed eyes was even stronger. He clamped his legs tightly on the horse's belly, looked down at Xu Xiaoqing, and said in a cold voice, "Xiao Qing, you also have the patience to wait until now before you dare to take action."

Nan'an King Li Muzhi had 300,000 mercenaries. He was the leader of the five kings and ten princes of the Daqian Kingdom and the most powerful vassal king with a different surname.

Unexpectedly, in order to seize the Xu family's wealth, King Nan'an was willing to let his son lurk in the Xu family since he was a child.

Seeing the cold light in Xu Fan's eyes, Xu Xiaoqing crossed his arms on his chest and raised the corners of his mouth slightly, "I wonder if Master Xu can come with me to Aurous Hill?"

Xu Xiaoqing waved his hand, and more than a dozen men in black suddenly appeared on both sides of the mountain road. Each of them was tall and burly, with a faint aura of aura exuding from his body.

"Some small sects also want to compete with my father for the Xu family's fat piece, but they are overestimating their capabilities. Although I don't know who is behind those sects, they are just the top dignitaries in Jinling City."

"Three kings govern Jiangnan Road together. Only the old guys in the imperial court who play with pen and ink can think of such a method."

Xu Xiaoqing stepped forward slowly, his posture upright, no longer the groveling little boy he used to be around Xu Fan, and he laughed loudly.

"Master Xu, who allowed your Xu family to control 30% of the wealth in Jiangnan Road? Without the power of the sky, this wealth can only become your Xu family's graveyard gold."

"There is actually someone here who is the scapegoat. This saves our Nan'an Palace from worries."

Xu Fan sat on the horse and was not frightened by the sudden appearance of more than a dozen men in black. His eyes were still cold, the corners of his mouth were raised slightly, and he said disdainfully.

"Going to Jinling? Are you going to be a puppet?"

"Being a puppet is better than going to Guangling and becoming a cold corpse. At least you can save your life. Master Xu, you should know one thing. In this Jiangnan Road, it is not difficult for the Nan'an Palace to save your life."

"Then how can I repay you? Give my life in exchange for the Xu family's wealth?" Xu Fan drank all the pear blossoms in the old gourd in one gulp and clasped his fingers tightly on the gourd.

"Isn't it good? Master Xu, don't you think your life is precious?" Xu Xiaoqing raised his head proudly and looked at Guangling beyond the mountains.

The Xu family makes money for the court and accumulates a lot of wealth every year. Once the Xu family's wealth is captured, the power of Nan'an King will definitely increase several times, and the other two kings with different surnames will be completely subdued.

At this moment, a cold wind suddenly sounded.

Xu Xiaoqing, who was feeling proud, became unstable and fell facing the ground, his eyes filled with surprise.

Until his death, he never thought about how Xu Fan, a dandy young master with no power to restrain a chicken, killed him.

Xu Fan stretched out his hand to take a shot, and the old gourd that had just flown out flew back into his hand. He looked at the body on the ground and sighed, "Hey, I used too much force this time."

"My young master's life is naturally the most precious. Even the Prince of Nan'an wants me to be a puppet."

Seeing this, the eyes of more than a dozen men in black were filled with shock. The old gourd easily killed Xu Xiaoqing in front of their eyes.

Facing the other ten men in black, Xu Fan showed no mercy. The old gourd in his hand once again threw out a beam of light, drawing a strange arc in mid-air.

"Bang~bang~bang~"

More than a dozen men in black fell to the ground in an instant, without even taking a step forward. They fell to the ground like rootless trees.

Xu Fan got off his horse, walked to Xu Xiaoqing and other corpses, searched them, but found no valuable clues, and kicked the corpses into the bonfire.

Looking around, Xu Fan followed the mountain path to find a clear mountain spring and cleaned the blood stains on the old gourd.

A son with a different surname, Wang, died quietly in the mountains and forests on the outskirts of Guangling.

Without any further hesitation, Xu Fan rode off in the direction of Guangling, with a calm expression on his face, without any disturbance.

On the way back to Guangling City, Xu Fan encountered no less than ten waves of killers, but he only solved them with one gourd. Each corpse had a bloody hole the size of a gourd.

As we approach the outside of Guangling City, we can already vaguely see a lot of people who are about to enter the city, and there are even some dandy boys from Guangling City who we have met a few times.

Xu Fan just rode his horse slowly, entered the city calmly, and headed in the direction of Xu Mansion.

It is a crime to possess a treasure if you are extremely wealthy but do not have the matching strength. Xu Fan, a dandy young master, knows this, not to mention his old and cunning dead father.

Xu Fan felt strange at first when Xu Gengyun suddenly came to report the news.

As a result, Xu Xiaoyu suddenly took action, which made Xu Fan even more curious. Could it be that Xu Gengyun was deceiving himself in the name of Mrs. Wang?

Even the Prince of Nan'an, who was covering the sky with one hand in Jiangnan Road, took action. Xu Fan felt that it was time to go back to the palace to meet his aunt.

Xu Fan smacked the pear blossoms at the corner of his mouth, and thought to himself, that was a beautiful and enchanting woman who brought disaster to the country, but it was a pity that he was too young three years ago, only thirteen years old.

In the side hall of Xu Mansion's mourning hall, Mrs. Wang had a gloomy face and stared at the slender man in the hall with cold eyes, wishing to eat him alive.

She wasted three years of her youth in the Xu family, even lost her innocence, and did not hesitate to give birth to a daughter for the Xu family.

After finally killing that old ghost, the brat was actually rescued.

"Junior sister, don't worry, senior brother has sent out more than thirty dead soldiers in the sect, and they will definitely be able to find that boy Xu Fan. No matter who it is this time, it is impossible for them to disrupt the major events arranged by the sect. The Xu family, our Yin Yang Sect is determined to win.

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After a long time, Mrs. Wang calmed down the undulating waves. She tightly clasped her fingers on the celadon tea cup. With a "squeak", the celadon tea cup shattered into pieces in her jade-like hands.

The shattered tea cup and scalding tea were rotated at extremely high speed by the energy emanating from Mrs. Wang's hand, and finally turned into nothingness.

The Qinghui man smiled awkwardly and put away his crossed legs, "Junior sister, don't be angry. The sect knows that you have paid so much, and I will definitely not treat you badly."

Mrs. Wang exhaled a heavy breath and returned to her former tranquility and gentleness, as if she were the mistress of the Xu family, but there was still a hint of enchantment in her eyebrows.

Mrs. Wang raised her hand and gently rubbed Ruyun's hair, which covered the faint veins on her temples.

"Now everyone in Guangling City knows that he is dead. As long as that boy Xu Fan disappears quietly, the huge Xu family property will be in my daughter's pocket. Senior brother, please don't let me down."

The Qinghui man's face changed slightly, and he was also thinking secretly in his heart, why no one sent out more than ten waves of people and sent back the news.

After a long silence, the clear-cut man turned his head to look at the gloomy sky where a light gradually appeared outside the hall, and said slowly, "Madam, don't worry, taking charge of Xu Mansion is the top priority of my Yin and Yang Sect, and I will definitely cooperate with Madam. As for other officials in Guangling City,

Gentlemen, we have sent disciples to keep an eye on them secretly. If there is any trouble, news will definitely come through."

The clear man's fingers gently rubbed the lid of the celadon tea cup, but there was a sound of hurried footsteps in his ears.

A steward of the Xu Mansion had a solemn face and walked unsteadily as he quickly came to the side hall corridor.

In order to take control of the Xu Mansion in Guangling City, the Yin Yang Sect sent hundreds of disciples this time. The people in front of them were not only close subordinates of the Qinghui man, but also responsible for spying on news in Guangling City.

At this time, seeing the other party's serious expression, he didn't care that Mrs. Wang was still there.

"What's the matter?" the clear-cut man asked with a slight frown.

"Something happened, that boy Xu Fan is back!"

"What!"

The Qinghui man frowned, with a hint of disbelief in his eyes. Dozens of people sent out to look for Xu Fan still had no trace of him, and he actually came back.

"Where is he?" Before the Qingguo man could speak, Mrs. Wang, who was sitting in the main seat, swayed slightly, her face became increasingly ugly, and the veins on her forehead that had been smoothed out bulged again.

Now, Xu's father is dead. Seeing that the huge property is about to fall into his hands, Xu Fan, who should have disappeared secretly, actually comes back.

The steward glanced at the Qinghui man first, and after getting the signal from his eyes, he skillfully raised his hands to Mrs. Wang who was sitting in the main seat in the hall. "Reporting to Madam, Xu Fan has entered Guangling City and is heading towards the Xu Mansion.

Come."

Standing in front of the stone steps of the main entrance of Xu Mansion, Xu Fan showed a faint smile, raised his head, and glanced at the two huge white paper lanterns hanging above the Xu Mansion gate.

"Master?"

"The young master is back!"

"Hurry and report to Madam that Master Fan is back."

"Xu Fan!"

The young men and porters of Xu Mansion were all at the door, and they all looked surprised when they saw the handsome face coming on horseback.

The master of the Xu family died suddenly, and now only the widowed mother and orphans were left in the family. Seeing the eldest son of the Xu family return to the family, many of the servants and stewards had complicated expressions.

Xu Fan took in all the expressions on everyone's faces and walked towards Xu Mansion without stopping. He looked at the unfamiliar servants of Xu Mansion in front of him and said calmly, "What? Master, I want to go back to my own mansion. Is there anyone else who wants to stop me?"

Several sturdy young men standing in front of the mansion had a strange look in their eyes. They clenched their fists in their sleeves, but in the end they turned sideways.

This is the main entrance of Xu Mansion, surrounded by wealthy businessmen from Guangling Mansion, as well as official families.

The other servants and stewards who were guarding the main entrance of Xu Mansion greeted him warmly.

Xu Fan naturally noticed that there was something strange in the eyes of the few servants standing at the front, but after living in Xujiazhuang outside the city for three years, there were now some servants with unfamiliar faces in the house, so Xu Fan didn't think much about it.

However, his right hand subconsciously touched the old gourd tied around his waist.

After passing through five or six hanging flower gates, all the servants who met Xu Fan along the way knelt on the ground and buried their heads very low.

Xu Mansion is very strict about rules and must kneel down and salute when seeing the master. Mr. Xu Mansion has just passed away, and no one wants to get into trouble at this time.

No one dared to make a sound, and almost stopped breathing.

Looking at the white paper lanterns hanging on the verandas, eaves, turrets, and pavilions, Xu Fan frowned and thought to himself, "Is he really dead?"

At first, I thought it was my dead father who was pretending to be dead to deceive people hiding in the dark, just to see who would do something to me.

As a result, when he returned to the mansion, looking at the plain white color in front of him and the mournful faces of the servants in the mansion, Xu Fan became less concerned about his father's fake death.

Seeing that the mourning hall was not far away, Xu Fan's footsteps became a little heavy.

Walking into the mourning hall, I looked at Mrs. Wang with a sad face and the daughter in her arms.

The solemn look on Xu Fan's face became a little heavier. One was his stepmother and the other was his half-sister.

The child was in his mother's arms, babbling and waving his fleshy little hands towards Xu Fan, with a burst of joy in his eyes.

Xu Fan showed a bitter smile to his little sister. In his impression, Xu Fan in this life had seen this little girl several times in Xujiazhuang outside the city. It was Xu's father who brought her to Xujiazhuang to inspect Xu Fan's harvest.

He walked slowly to the coffin and slapped it hard with one hand, making a soft "bang" sound.

"Brother Fan, you are back."

Mrs. Wang's eyebrows were slightly raised, and a look of surprise appeared in her almond-shaped eyes. She stood up, picked up her daughter, and said softly.

"Since the master left, I sent the housekeeper to Xujiazhuang to find you. Unexpectedly..."

Xu Fan took off the old gourd from his waist, raised his head and took a sip of pear blossom white, "You didn't expect that I could come back alive, did you?"

"What are you talking about? The master is gone. The Xu family naturally wants Brother Fan to take care of it. I am just a woman. Lan'er is still young, so I need you to take care of me."

Mrs. Wang held Xu Laner in her arms with both hands, her eyes always had a touch of kindness, and her face was full of care. In the eyes of outsiders, she looked like a loving mother and a filial son.

Xu Fan didn't answer. He exerted force with his left hand, and the muscles and veins on his arm bulged. A huge force pushed the coffin lid and slowly moved it, revealing a gap.

During the three years in Xujiazhuang, Xu Fan has always been a playboy, wandering around the mountains and forests with his young boy all day long. His strength has been nourished by the pear blossoms in the old gourds for the past half month.

Seeing this, Mrs. Wang's eyes condensed, and as the gap widened, the soft color in her eyes gradually turned cold.

"Brother Fan, what are you doing?"

"What to do?" Xu Fan put more strength in his hands and said sarcastically. "Of course we have to open the coffin and conduct an autopsy. How can an old and immortal guy die in an unknown way?"

"The doctors of Bairentang in the city and the officials of the government have carefully checked. The master died suddenly due to fatigue."

Xu Fan put away his left hand, shook it by his side, moved the joints on his arm, looked down at the corpse in the coffin, and exclaimed "Eh".

"Dad, you are really tired. I wonder what kind of tiredness it is?"

Xu Fan glanced at Mrs. Wang's beautiful face from the corner of his eye, and secretly sighed, she was really a charming beauty who could knock the bones and suck out the marrow.

At this moment, his eyes reflected the corpse of a man lying quietly in the coffin. He had a Chinese character face, thick eyebrows and a high nose, and his face was as pale as paper.

Just when Xu Fan reached out to touch the body in the coffin, Xu Lan'er, who had been babbling in Mrs. Wang's arms, suddenly fell into a deep sleep.

At the moment Xu Lan'er fell asleep, a sneer appeared on Xu Fan's lips, "I'm back now. It's time for the one hiding in the side hall to show up."

Mrs. Wang put her right hand that she had just raised into her sleeve again, and looked at Xu Fan who looked calm with a solemn expression.

There was a hint of surprise in his eyes, and he asked curiously, "How did you know there was someone in the side hall?"

The wind blew into the mourning hall, and Xu Fan stood quietly next to the coffin, with a faint sneer on his lips, looking at the lattice door between the side hall and the main hall.

"I really didn't expect the good-for-nothing young master of the Xu family to have such strength. All of my useless subordinates were probably killed by young master Xu."

The lattice door was always calm and did not make any "creak" sound. But the sound coming from the side hall was filled with a hint of solemnity and chill.

The next moment, the lattice door shattered.

An afterimage suddenly appeared on the mourning hall. The afterimage was so fast that Xu Fan couldn't see it with the naked eye. He could only subconsciously smash the old gourd he was holding tightly in his hand.

There was a loud "boom" sound.

A burst of energy ripples appeared on the mourning hall, causing the armchairs, rosewood couches, flying crane-shaped ancient copper stoves, various ornaments, and curtains and curtains in the hall to shatter into pieces.

On the surface of the eight solid red lacquer columns surrounded by people in the mourning hall, there were dozens of cracks that were one finger in diameter and half a foot deep.

The entire mourning hall was shaken, but Mrs. Wang held Xu Lan'er and stood calmly on the spot. An invisible aura surrounded her body, blocking the aftermath of the two men's actions.

With just this move, the mourning hall was in a mess.

The clear man had an expression of disbelief, a look of shock in his eyes, and his eyes fell on his right hand. The index finger and middle finger were bent, and even the phalanges were broken.

Xu Fan staggered back a few steps, raised his hand to wipe away the blood that overflowed from the corner of his mouth.

In mid-air, the dilapidated gourd spun rapidly, leaving several gourd shadows blocking the way between the Qinghui man, Mrs. Wang and Xu Fan.

"Magical weapon? How is this possible!"

There was a hint of greed in the clear man's eyes, and he stared at Xu Fan.


Chapter completed!