"My mother, she screamed so viciously, who could be the one yelling?" The fat man who wiped his face full of porridge was stunned for a moment and couldn't help but interjected and asked.
"I think it must be the junior of that family." The old man was also a little unsure, "Since Lord Tiger entered the Chaos Realm, tiger roars from that family have rarely appeared. Today's roar is the only one I have heard in more than ten years.
Once. This trip to Manghuang City was really not in vain."
"The family has been quiet for so long, and what does it mean to suddenly come to Manghuang City and roar like this?" The lion-nosed man turned his head and looked at the flamboyant eaves of the Immortal Residence, with the light of gossip in his eyes, "What do you mean?
Who are you yelling at?"
Everyone quickly realized that this was the center of the gossip, and expressed their curiosity.
A young man with a sharp mouth and monkey cheeks seemed to have found the answer, and he said as if he was offering a treasure: "Shenxianju is the property of Mad Tiger Wang Zongcheng. Could it be that one mountain cannot tolerate two tigers?"
"It's nonsense. What's the status of that family? Can anyone compare with it? Wang Zongcheng... Humph!" The old man looked quite dissatisfied. Wang Zongcheng was just a half-hearted Jingzun with twenty or so branches.
He was even less disabled than the old man. Comparing him with that family seriously blasphemed the Tiger God family in the old man's mind. However, at this time, in Manghuang City, Wang Zongcheng's base camp, the old man did not dare to talk nonsense and cause trouble for himself.
"There are several tigers near Bing City. There is no need to come to Manghuang City to kill tigers." The lion-nosed man agreed with the old man's point of view. He pinched his nose and his eyes fell on Wuma Xi, who had been watching coldly.
He opened his mouth and asked: "Brother, you were closest to the window just now. Did you see anything unusual over there at Shenxianju?"
Wu Maxi didn't want to participate in the fun, but she didn't feel the need to avoid it. After thinking for a while, she replied: "Just now, two flying dragons took off in the Shenxian Residence, followed by a roar. Thinking about it, this roar should be directed at the flying dragon.
of."
The pox-ridden young man slapped his forehead, as if he suddenly woke up, but then he thought of something more exciting, his eyes widened, "That bastard Feilong is from the Daxing Palace."
"you sure?"
His acne was flying, and he clenched his fists and said: "It's true, I have a brother who works as a waiter in Shenxianju. This is what he told me personally. That bastard Feilong just entered the city yesterday, and Wang Crazy Tiger personally entertained him.
"The habit of adding bastard in front of the flying dragon was passed on to him by the second brother who was scratched by the flying dragon and his head was covered with wounds.
"Go and watch the fun." The lion-nosed man slapped his palm on the table, his body instantly bounced up, shot out of the window like a cannonball, and disappeared through the rain curtain in an instant.
It has a very fierce artistic conception, like a huge boulder thrown out by a meteorite.
The yawning shopkeeper's sleepiness instantly dissipated, he stared at the window for a long time, and said viciously: "Eat and drink for free, you will die a good death!" He jumped up as if he was beaten to death, and jumped to the window in three steps at a time.
He suddenly stopped and looked at the ground upstairs which made him feel dizzy. After squirming for a long time, he muttered in a low voice, "Actually, there is nothing interesting about this bustle." Then he added with a blushing face, "It's raining so heavily.
, it’s not worth it if you get wet.”
No one upstairs noticed his soliloquy and had already started another exciting topic.
"My mother, that family is going to challenge Daxingdian!" The fat man's face was filled with excitement, and he picked up a handkerchief tremblingly to wipe his sweat, leaving a crystal-clear and plump rice grain on his shiny forehead.
"Let's just say, isn't it because that family is lowering its status by challenging Wang Zongcheng?" The old man touched his sparse goatee, as if he was appreciating that family for finding a worthy opponent like Daxingdian.
"Challenging Daxingdian on the ground in the northwest, is that company looking for death?" The person who spoke was a young man standing on the outside. His face with a strong outline was expressionless, his eyes were sharp, and he slowly rubbed it with his thumb.
There is a huge righteous bead on the surface of the brace. The format of his brace is a bit strange. It looks like a celestial staff, but it has a strange curvature.
"Young man, what you said is wrong. What kind of family is that? It is influential in the entire continent." The old man was smiling, correcting the young man's fallacies in a senior manner, and finally added
He said that he has never had much humor. "If it is an old bone like Lao Cheng, it is not just the dough in Daxingdian's hands. You can knead it into whatever you want. Well, before you do it, you have to
It’s time to measure and measure.”
The young man shook his head slowly but resolutely and said: "Daxing Palace has been ruthless these days. It is obvious that they want to establish authority and rectify. That family is fighting against the wind. It would be strange if nothing happens."
"Young man, you are too worried. That's that company!" The old man still disagreed.
The young man interrupted in an indifferent tone: "So what about that house? The one without Na Xiu is just an empty shell. Wen Song's cultivation base is not bad at all. He was beaten by Du Xi from Daxing Palace last month.
Damn it, how much better do you think the current one is than Wensong?"
"Wen Song? You are talking about Wen Song, the Venerable Gusong of Heshangyuan? Improbable?" The old man's face changed slightly.
"Zhuo is not bored enough to tell you rumors." After saying this, he ignored everyone's reaction and stepped out of the window, slowly drifting in the rainy sky, like a sailboat walking on the water, and soon he was gone.
Disappeared behind the rain curtain.
Another wonderful artistic conception.
Another fierce man braved the wind and rain to watch the fun. Po looked at that chic and elegant back, his eyes turned red with envy.
"Venerable Gusong has always been famous, so how could he be suddenly beaten to death by Daxingdian? This is unreasonable! The Goulian Conference is about to happen, so Daxingdian is not afraid of causing any trouble?" The wizened old man looked puzzled.
"This thing is true. I just came from Kawahara, and this thing has gone viral there." The fat man leaned forward, his plump chest pressed against the table, with a mysterious look on his face.
, "Do you know about the communication meeting in Daxing Hall?"
Everyone nodded. Since the preparations for the Goulian Conference, no one in the northwest knows about it.
"Could it be that Wen Song refused to accept the invitation?" It was the old man who spoke. Affected by the fat man's mysterious tone, the old man's voice unconsciously lowered an octave, making him sound like a spy.
"It's not just that!" The fat man clapped his hands, immediately breaking the entire mysterious atmosphere, "It's okay if you don't accept the letter. Do you know that Wen Song chased the two envoys from Daxing Hall to Dahengxing City in the middle of the night?
, Ka! Kill him." His voice became lower and lower, but suddenly rose at the end, startling the old man.
"What? Wen Song killed the envoy from Daxing Hall?" Wu Ma Xi was even more frightened than the old man.
He had already guessed that the person who was killed in Lao Mansion that day was the messenger from Daxing Palace. For this reason, he had been walking on thin ice and wanted to escape from the northwest. Now that he heard the strange trend of the case, he couldn't help but feel shocked.
"No! At that time, the two envoys were living in the house of Venerable Hanyan's apprentice. After Wen Song killed the person, he refused to give up and burned the person's house to the ground. He thought that no one would know who it was.
He did it, but who would have known that within seven days, Daxingdian would come to the door." The fat man's body rose and fell with his voice, making the table in front of him creak.
Wu Maxi's face was solemn. Listening to Fatty's description, this case was definitely carried out by him in Dahengxing City, but he didn't know how Wensong got carried away.
The case in Dahengxingcheng was like a knife hanging over his head, making him travel in the northwest like a mouse. Now that the trend of the case has suddenly reversed, does this mean: the knife has been removed and he is safe?
He was not in the mood to pity Wen Song who died for no reason. He immediately thought of Chishiyuan, a place he had always wanted to go but never dared to go to. Now, it seemed that he could go there freely.
A long-lost smile appeared on Wu Ma Xi's gloomy face. He raised his head and was about to confirm with the fat man when a clear voice suddenly came from the left and said: "The Hanyan you mentioned
His venerable disciple is named Lao?"
When everyone followed the sound, they saw an old man in light blue clothes standing at the table seven or eight steps to the left. His body was as tall and straight as a cypress. He stood there with majesty, and his eyes fell on the fat man's eyes critically.
On the body.
The wizened old man looked at the old man in blue shirt with some doubts in his eyes. After a moment, he seemed to think of something, his expression suddenly changed, and he quickly lowered his head, not daring to look again.
The fat man didn't feel much about the majesty in the blue-shirted old man's eyes, and his tone still sounded like he was telling a legendary story: "Yes, it is Lao Mingque. How do you know? Could it be that you also came from Dahengxing City?"
Coming?"
"Where's Lao Que? How's it going?" The old man in blue shirt ignored the fat man's question and asked rhetorically.
"Oh, you don't know. There are hundreds of people in the whole house, all of them were burned beyond recognition. Can you believe that Lao Que is still alive? Absolutely not. Who is Wensong? Venerable Gusong, He
How is it possible for Uehara's number one master to be left alive?" The fat man was chatting without noticing the increasingly pale face of the wizened old man next to him, "By the way, you don't recognize that Laoke?"
"Humph!" The cold snort of the old man in blue was like a whistling cold wind, making everyone tremble uncontrollably.
The fat man finally noticed the strange atmosphere and pressure upstairs, and lowered his head tremblingly, not daring to say anything anymore.
The old man in blue shirt ignored the silent people upstairs, walked clearly to the window, and stepped out of the window with one stride, as if stepping on invisible stairs in the void, he was far away in a few steps.
"The third one!" The shopkeeper groaned feebly, looking at the window pitifully, his eyes full of resentment. Pox was yelling: "Look, why did it suddenly change to hail this June?"
Three or four people got up at the same time and rushed to the window.
Wu Ma Xi slowly put down the frozen xuan juice in her hand, looked at the pale and shriveled old man, and asked, "Senior, do you know who that person is?"
"Venerable Hanyan, Chehan." The old man held the table with his trembling right hand and said slowly.dd