On the day of worshiping the Mo Group, he invited all the top families in Zhongwu to the Hong family! This incident soon spread like wildfire.

In the middle of low martial arts, Eshan.

On the first day of the lunar month, the disciples of Eshan gathered at the foot of the mountain to have the New Year's Eshan dinner together. The melodious little songs sounded. The head of Eshan Xu Sect sat on the main seat and looked at the hundreds of disciples below. He held the wine glass and shook his head, and couldn't help but smile.

Since Qin Mo left the Low Wu, Low Wu has entered a period of peace.

Such leisurely days are the ones who are low-martial arts and are most willing to see. The world of low-martial arts cannot withstand the wind and rain, which is the best.

"No...no!"

At this time, a disciple of Eshan hurried over. He did not see him, but heard the sound and ran anxiously towards Master Xu.

Master Xu immediately frowned.

He shouted loudly, "New Year's Day! What are you talking about dirty words?

What's wrong!"

The disciple of Eshan knelt on the ground, pointing to the distance, shouting, "Mo Group...Mo Group pays homage to the battle letter, inviting all the top families of Zhongwu in the Hong family! The Mo Group has started a war against the Zhongwu World!"

"What!"

The Master Xu was so shocked that the wine glass in his hand fell to the ground.

On the first day of the Lunar New Year, a new day of the year, such a explosive news! Qin Mo declared war on the Zhongwu World for half a year after leaving the low martial arts scene! The new year has begun, and the biggest shock of Yanyang's martial arts!! The disciples below, the wine glasses in their hands, all fell to the ground in amazement.

The Mo group declared war on Zhongwu, which was definitely the biggest shock in Yanyang martial arts since Qin Yenan's escape! After twenty years, Qin Yenan's son officially announced his return! "Hurry! Get ready for the car! Go to the Hong family to take a look!"

The leader of Sect Xu shouted anxiously.

At the same time, as the news spreads, the entire Yanyang low-martial world was completely shocked! This is definitely a big event! The Mo group declared war on Zhongwu, which is related to the future direction of Yanyang's martial arts! Master Huixin of Yanyang Buddhism, Yan Tai, the lord of Yanshan... The low-martial world was completely shocked! "Qin Mo... He declared war on Zhongwu! Please visit the top families of Zhongwu to worship their ancestors in the Hong family!"

"Not good! Big things are bad! On the first day of the New Year, the Mo Group declared war on Zhongwu!"

"Qin Mo is back from the Temple of the God of Slaying! He is not dead! He gave a letter of war to Zhongwu!"

When the families of the low martial arts world heard the news, they all let go of their rest time. People came out in full swing. On the streets of Yanyang, rows of caravans were galloping towards the Hong family.

On the street, the festive people were all confused when they saw the luxury cars appear.

In the streets of Yanyang, there were almost a number of different convoys appearing at the same time. People stopped in a daze and saw top figures in Yanyang heading towards the Hong family.

"What's wrong with Yanyang?"

"You don't have to dispatch so many convoys to visit the grave to worship ancestors!"

"This is not only a convoy of aristocratic families... It seems that the entire Yanyang Martial Arts convoy... has been dispatched!"

People were swallowing in a daze.

Some people who knew the truth kept their eyebrows closed and scolded the people around them, "Don't talk! It's not the level that ordinary people can discuss. As long as you know, Yanyang martial arts will change!!"

The world of low martial arts was completely shocked! What's more, the world of Zhongwu! This is a major event that concerns the life and death of Zhongwu World! No one dares to believe that Qin Mo not only returned from the Temple of the Swords, but the first thing he did after he came back was to declare war on Zhongwu with decisiveness! The world of Zhongwu, the thirteen major families, and more than twenty small families, all moved after hearing the news.

People put down what they were doing and rushed towards the Hong family.

Not any Chinese martial arts family can receive a message from the Mo Group.

Many small families in the Zhongwu world do not have this qualification, and they can only receive a few families in the Zhongwu world who have received a message from the Mo Group.

The so-called shaking the head, the tail will naturally collapse.

This concerns the vital interests of dozens of Zhongwu families, so it is nothing surprising that all Zhongwu families come together.

Even Gao Wu was still undercurrents at this time.

The Zhongwu World plays a role in connecting the past and the future in the entire Yanyang martial arts.

On the one hand, it balances low martial arts, and on the other hand, it has become the threshold for entering Gaowu. Although what happened in the Zhongwu world has little impact on Gaowu, it has an impact on the entire situation of Yanyang martial arts in the future.

Hundreds of miles away from Yanyang, Tianyin City.

This city is not marked in China. It is free from China and is also in China. Only a few people in China's martial arts know the situation inside it.

The highest palace in Chinese martial arts, the world of Gaowu! A secluded lakeside in Tianyin City.

On this cold winter day, the lakeside is particularly warm. The lake water should be frozen, but in fact, the fish are swimming happily in the lake, and the willow trees by the lake are still blooming lushly.

This is a natural environment that is completely inconsistent with the cold winter.

An old man, wearing a red Tang suit, sat on a small stool and was fishing quietly.

Under his feet was a formation eye.

The eyes of the array emitted a flash of light.

In order to fish, the old man used ancient formations to force a spring, which turned around the climate change of the world.

"Come?"

The old man suddenly raised his head and said indifferently.

After about three seconds, a wave of afterimage passed by, and the willow leaves moved with the wind. Cao Bing, the god of the Qin East Gate, was already standing respectfully behind the old man, bowing slightly, not daring to look up.

"Honor, I..." "Needless to say, I know everything."

The old man said lightly, "Don't be shocked by the fish. There is only this New Year's Day every year, and I come and fish when I have free time."

"Yes, but..." Cao Bing nodded, and he was a little reluctant to speak.

The old man waved his hand gently, and even tore a crack in the void. The scene of the Hong family appeared in the cracked circle.

The old man looked over quietly.

He said lightly, "I know what happened."

"Since Fengyuelou hopes that Yanyang's martial arts will be more messy, it's better to be messy. It doesn't matter, and it doesn't affect it. Just take it as a fun place."

“Tianyin City is too calm and less fun.”

“It’s just right to see this fun too.”

Cao Bing took back what he wanted to say.

I couldn't help but smiled in my heart, and my worries were obviously too redundant.

He stood quietly behind the old man, fishing with the old man, and watching the scene in the void.

The snow in February is like a petal that never witheres, as if it will never fall.

This snow lasted for about three days.

From the beginning of the heavy snow of goose feathers to the tiny snowflakes, to the current heavy snow of goose feathers.

This year was a bit bleak.

However, the thick snow cannot cover the prosperous Yanyang. During the Chinese New Year, it should be lively but still lively.

What is slightly different from the noisy is the silence of the Hong family.

This silence covered by heavy snow makes people unable to stop.

Thick snow covers the prosperous Hong family.

There is no longer the prosperous days of the Hong family in the past, no more of the hustle and bustle of the past, no longer the small days and fun that belong to the low-mart family.

Tombs everywhere.

The Hong family has 70 people and 70 tombs, all of which are here.

A thick layer of snow is accumulated.

A family may be prosperous for hundreds or even thousands of years, but once it is lonely, the years will soon wither.

The snow covered the tombstones and also covered the names on the tombstones.

Nearly half a year has passed since the Hong family was destroyed, and no one has entered the Hong family again. This bleak and silent scene is a bit sad, like a wasteland, gradually forgotten.

Click.

Stepping on the snow, the crisp sound of footsteps sounded.

A young man covered in black gauze, wearing a thick black windbreaker, slowly walked into the Hong family's courtyard.

He was holding a bottle of white wine in his hand.

The best Apricot Blossom Village brewed by yourself can't hide the aroma of wine even in the cold winter.

He walked to the tomb, knelt quietly on the ground, and gently wiped the thick snow on the tombstone that fell off with his hands.

Tombstone: Head of the Hong family, Hong Ren.

Three incense sticks were inserted into the snow. Qin Mo knelt in the thick snow, half of his body had already entered the snow.

He opened the white wine, sprinkled half a bottle in front of the tombstone, and started drinking it on his own.

"Shiyue has been busy not seeing you."

"Summer and autumn have passed, and it is already winter. I, Qin Mo, thinks that I am not a kind person, but I can't help but fall into clichés. I often forget that you are still here."

Qin Mo was drinking white wine and talking to himself. The weather was too cold and he couldn't help but feel angry.

"This is my sin. I once thought that there is nothing in the world that I cannot cure, but now I think about it. It's just that I'm young and frivolous, childish and ridiculous."
To be continued...