The next day, dawn.

Lu Xing got up early, Xiao Yu's head was buried in the quilt, and only a white arm was exposed.

As soon as he went out, Lu Xing bumped into Chu Chu, who had not slept all night, and said hello: "Third uncle, has the demon returned to the ghost world?"

Chu Chu kneaded his sore arms and said: "We have all gone back. The ghost clan is not easy to kill. There are monsters in the ghost world to support them, and they will not die even if they grind."

"The prince stayed at Xiao Yu's place last night?" Chu Chu joked, looking at Lu Xing's energy that was about to overflow.

Lu Xing nodded slightly, with a smile in his eyes, and said in an understatement: "I still have to trouble my third uncle. Remember to take Xin Yi with you so that he can see the world. Today, we will kill Qi Mu!"

…

Jiacheng is particularly lively today.

People of all kinds gather in restaurants and teahouses, the inns everywhere are full of people, and the carriages on the roadside are all extremely luxurious.

"Have you heard? All the powerful people in Youzhou, big and small, and those who are studying at home have sent people here."

"Did you know that the third son of the Minister of Civil Affairs was the child prodigy who was recruited into Yingtian Academy? He was the leader of those who entered the Wen Dao ruins in the academy."

"The carriages of the two major dandies from Kyoto are here, and it is said that they are going straight to Zhaonanxuan. They had a very good personal relationship with the prince of Beidi back then."

"Seriously! Those are the third son of Wei Guogong and the second son of Qi Guogong. I didn't expect these two evil spirits to come to Jiacheng."

"Stop talking, have you forgotten the fight between the young prince and the Northern Crown Prince yesterday? I'm afraid something big will happen today."

Wangchuan Tower, three hundred feet away.

A carriage was stopped and armored soldiers surrounded it.

"Wait, you dare to block my carriage! Do you know who my father is?" A fat young man walked out of the carriage and cursed at these soldiers. Through the raised bed curtain, inside the carriage

I could actually see a few men with handsome faces and disheveled clothes.

"Aragonite——, who are you? Why are you so ignorant that you even dare to block your bicycle frame?" The voice was like a parrot, very sharp.

"Yes, yes, aragonite needs to be faster, I can't wait any longer -" The sound was like a hundred birds chirping, chattering endlessly.

At this scene, even the red-armored soldiers who had seen the "big world" covered their mouths and almost wanted to spit out the remaining food in their stomachs.

"It is forbidden to pass here. The young prince has drawn a boundary here. Young master, you should go around." The word "young master" was shouted out reluctantly by the red-armored soldier when he saw the three Vajra realm warriors following behind the carriage.

Tao Wenshi squinted his eyes slightly, his eyes sunk into the gaps in his flesh, and his voice sounded like the ink of an old lady in her seventies or eighties: "Yo yo yo - you are still a little prince? Who else in this world is shameless and dares to call himself a little prince.

"

"Let me think about it... By the way, there must be someone else. It must be King Ran from the southeast who is associated with the monster clan. Who knows if the little prince born by King Ran is the evil seed of the monster. Tsk tsk, when, the evil seed

Are you worthy of being called king?" Tao Wenshi's folding fan almost touched the face of the red-armored soldier, poking his nose.

Several red-armored soldiers couldn't stand it any longer, with angry expressions on their faces, and shouted: "How dare you insult the prince!"

"Bold?" Tao Wenshi poked the red-armored soldier's iron armor with a folding fan and shouted loudly: "I think you are the bold ones! My father is the Minister of Rites, and the order of reincarnation of heaven and earth in Kyushu is under my father's control, especially in the current dynasty.

He deserves to be at the top of the list. Tell me, a prince from a barren area in the southeast, even if Prince Ran is here today, I would still point at him and scold him!"

"You might as well call your young prince out and see if he dares to say no in front of me?"

The younger red-armored soldier couldn't stand listening any longer. He looked ferocious and almost wanted to take action, but was stopped by the leading soldier. He had already asked his subordinates to ask the young prince for instructions, and everything had to wait for the young prince's order.

At this moment, on the third floor of Wangchuan Building, a window was pushed open.

Qi Mu faced the sunlight outside, his eyes were bloodshot, his hair was scattered to his shoulders, and he looked pale.

"Cough, cough," Qi Mu wiped his lips with his sleeve, which was stained with thick blood. He raised his head vigorously and murmured: "Li Rui..."

It wasn't until he killed Baiji last night that he realized that he had been poisoned by a love poison. The poison was so deep that there was no cure.

"Hehe, hehe," Qi Mu was lying at the window. Yesterday he was still mocking Lu Xing for being poisoned and could not survive for three days, but he never thought that today he would be poisoned and die soon.

It's just that it's hard to grow love, so it must be someone who stays by her side for a long time. Could it be Li Rui? No, Qi Mu shook his head, she didn't have the guts.

Ghosts! There is no one else, so we really can’t trust the ghosts.

Therefore, the first thing Qi Mu did this morning was to ask his soldiers to find Qi Luo and kill him. However, his men searched almost all over the south of Jia City and could not find any trace of Qi Luo.

Qi Mu then realized that there must be collusion between Qi Luo and the ghost tribe!

Unfortunately, Qi Luo had already run away. In desperation, Qi Mu could only write a letter and send it back to Yangzhou, hoping that the old man could take more precautions.

These were not the things that made Qi Mu the most angry. Even his own life and the prosperity and decline of his family could be put aside. He, Qi Mu, the devil known to the world as being extremely angry, actually fell in love with a maid who was at his mercy.

"Heh, heh," Qi Mu's face became paler and paler. Love Gu was difficult to plant and even more difficult to attack. If you don't fall in love with someone, it won't attack.

Li Rui... Qi Mu's eyes were about to burst. Since he couldn't live any longer, he had to finish the remaining two things.

The first is to kill Lu Xing, causing the Northland to fall into civil strife, breaking the balance of the world, and thus creating an opportunity for his Qi family to compete in the Central Plains. The second is to kill this woman Li Rui with his own hands, leaving her as a slave for the rest of the world.

An insult to one's own life.

As for the demon... Qi Mu secretly gritted his teeth and shouted in his heart: Just wait in the ghost world. You have successfully plotted against me, but how could I, Qi Mu, be unprepared when doing things? I will definitely come to the ghost world in person to take revenge on you and me.

One liquidation!

"Creak," the door was pushed open by a red-armored soldier.

The bright red blood flowing all over the room made the red-armored soldiers tremble after seeing many dead people on weekdays.

"My young prince, the son of the Minister of Rites wanted to force his way into the Red Armor position, and he even insulted me."

"Who?" Qi Mu didn't hear clearly, but he quickly waved his hand and said: "Kill him...forget it, take me there, I will do it myself. The name of Hongjia cannot be insulted by anyone."

The white clothes were stained with blood, so Qi Mu went out wearing such a bloody clothes.

Arriving in front of Tao Wenshi's carriage, Qi Mu raised his hand and drew out the soldier's sword. With a surge of majestic energy, he cut more than ten people, including three Vajra realm warriors, into two halves with just one sword strike. Tao Wenshi even

There was no time to scream, and when the corpse fell, its fat mouth was open, and there may be some insults that were left unsaid.

The awe-inspiring energy was stained with blood and gathered in the sky above Qi Mu's head to write the word "Mu".

Today, I am in harmony with the love Gu, but I have also stepped into the cultivation of a sage!

Back then, I went to White Deer Academy to study together. The academy thought I was tyrannical and expelled me from the school. It also interrupted an inch of my heart, making it difficult for me to practice Confucianism.

But now, I, Qi Mu, am only twenty-one years old, and I still reach the realm of sages without the help of others!

I ask all the scholars in the world, who dares to stop in front of me?

What a pity... Qi Mu sighed slightly in his heart: If he could live for a few more days, he would definitely visit Bailu Academy to make those sanctimonious masters grow old and ashamed. Then, he also wanted to see the right side of the academy's literary monument.

A sculpture of a lady in white robe.

Qi Mu walked towards the south of the city on foot, the sword in his hand still dripping with blood. Behind him were five hundred red-armored troops, marching neatly and compactly.

…

Outside Zhaonanxuan, two three-passenger carriages were parked. The fat one was Zhang Ming, the son of Qi Guogong, and the thin one was Yan San, the son of Wei Guogong. Without exception, the faces of the two gentlemen were extremely good-looking.

"Unexpectedly, Brother Lu is finally willing to come down from the mountain, so that we, the three young masters of the capital, can gather together again."

"Yes, after four years, I just don't know how Brother Lu has changed. But as long as Brother Lu's beautiful face is not damaged, it will be good. By then, he will be able to charm Qinhuai Shili Red Mansion like he did back then. The two of us brothers can also follow suit.

Eat 'leftovers'."

Lu Xing came out of the building and noticed Yan San and Zhang Ming. He stretched out his hand and rubbed his eyes until he saw clearly a shallow mark on Zhang Ming's nose and a missing corner of Yan San's earlobe. Only then did Lu Xing recognize them.

The identities of these two people were: "Naruko, Xiaosan, you, why are you here? This Jiacheng is not a safe place, and the two old men in your family are willing to let you out."

Chu Chu remained silent, recalling some past events: When the Northern Barbarians moved south, Lu Xing came to Beijing as a hostage in exchange for a month's worth of military rations for 300,000 soldiers.

At the age of fifteen or sixteen, when a man was in high spirits, Lu Xing was willing to go alone to the murderous Kyoto. Zhang Ming and Yan San were his life and death friends in Kyoto.

The next year, Chu Chu went to pick up Lu Xing, who was seventeen years old, home. When he helped him give him a medicinal bath, he discovered that there were almost no intact parts of Lu Xing's body, and there were no less than three inches of scars everywhere. Even if he was like Chu Chu,

Waiting for the warrior, I couldn't help but burst into tears.

"Third uncle, if a scar on my body can save the lives of one of my northern warriors, even if I kill thousands of people, I will have no regrets." This was what Lu Xing said at that time, which was still fresh in Chu Chu's memory.

On the side of the carriage, the three people who had not seen each other for a long time hugged each other tightly.

Yan San wiped away the snot and tears on his face and smiled: "Brother Lu, don't worry, I came to Jiacheng this time with bodyguards."

Following Yan San's gaze, Lu Xing was also slightly startled: these two gangsters went out, and each of them brought a martial artist from the Duanjiang Realm with them.

Taking advantage of the hug, Zhang Ming lowered his voice in Lu Xing's ear and said, "Brother Lu, you have to be careful. There are many people in Kyoto alone who are interested in you. We and the old man are going to come here this time."

The bodyguard is actually to protect you. I, the third young master of the capital, share the prosperity and the same humiliation, so Yan San and I must suffer first."

Lu Xing felt warm in his heart, and tears of true love were shed in his eyes, as if the past days at Qinhuai Tower were still before his eyes.

"You don't need to interfere with today's matter. Just watch from the sidelines. I'll finish killing someone first and then have a drink with you."

"Who to kill?" Zhang Ming and Yan San asked almost in unison.

Lu Xing patted the shoulders of the two younger brothers and said with a smile: "Don't worry, they are not big shots, they are just friends."

"Qi Mu? Che, who do I think I am? Brother, just kill me...wait, Qi, Qi Mu!" Although these two brothers are usually playboys, they also know what kind of master Qi Mu is. Let's take a look at the emperor's order.

If you can't move even a single step in Yangzhou, you will know the weight of King Ran.

The old man of their family often warns: "In this world, except for the royal family of the Zhou Dynasty, the surnames of Lu in the North and the Qi in the East China Sea, anyone can be provoked. I have to spend a lot of time talking, and at most I can pull off an old face, but I can give it to you."

Wipe your butt clean. But if you offend the three families above, then you will have no choice but to clean your neck and die with this bastard like you."
Chapter completed!