The master comes down the mountain: I don’t want to be a son-in-law

"What? Lost?"

Zhao Xihai looked at the housekeeper who came to report with shock.

He spent ten years personally selecting and training Baihutang.

So far, Baihutang has only taken action once, when it was competing with the Feng family for Jiang Yun rights.

The second master of the Feng family suffered losses at Baihutang, so he quit the river transportation business at the seaport.

That time, the White Tiger Hall only dispatched ten people.

Zhao Xihai concealed a little bit of his strength. In fact, Baihutang has developed so far and now has thirty-six people. One group of ten can send out three and a half groups.

He originally wanted to wait until the time was right to show his true strength in the decisive battle with the Lin family.

You can even compete with other families in Qiantang.

But now, just dealing with one child of the Lin family has resulted in the loss of an entire group!

"How did you lose?"

"I don't know, that person seemed to have only made one move and was defeated just like that." The steward said.

"One move? How is that possible!" Zhao Xihai almost roared, his eyes almost glaring out, "Where are they now?"

"Forcing the young master to go to the West Courtyard."

"West Courtyard?" Zhao Xihai looked at Master Wu Xian.

Wu Xian said, "No, my altar is still in the courtyard."

Zhao Xihai ordered: "Let Zhao Shan take everyone in the White Tiger Hall, as well as the bodyguards and security guards who can move in the manor, all to the west courtyard, and we must stop them."

"Yes." The butler turned and left.

Wu Xian cupped his fists and said, "Master Zhao, since they are coming for me, I should go for it. And that person subdued Baihutang with one move, and I'm afraid he didn't use kung fu, but magic."

Zhao Xihai nodded: "Then it will be Mr. Wu Wu."

After that, he and Wu Xian walked out together.

Feeling uneasy, he turned around and took out a pistol from the desk drawer.

……

Lin Yun escorted Zhao Chenyang towards the west courtyard of the Zhao family.

In the Western Zhou Dynasty, they were all the security guards of the Zhao family.

But no one dared to come close.

I don't know whether he was afraid that Lin Yun would hurt Zhao Chenyang, or he was afraid of Li Muchen next to Lin Yun.

Seeing the fearful eyes of the security guards, Lin Yun's heart was filled with excitement, and a surge of pride arose spontaneously.

He has never experienced anything like this in his whole life.

There are only two people on my side, but on the other side is the entire Zhao family!

The simple head is more majestic than the one in the novel where Zhao Zilong kills Cao Ying seven times in and seven out.

Looking at Li Muchen aside, Lin Yun's eyes were filled with admiration.

Grandpa is really discerning. He helped his sister choose a husband eighteen years ago.

Lin Yun and Lin Manqing have a very good relationship with each other.

In the past, he had always felt that no one in this world was worthy of his sister.

At least none of the young masters and rich second generations he had met could catch his eye.

He thought that his sister would always marry far away in the future, and perhaps only the legendary handsome young men in the capital were qualified to marry her.

Unexpectedly, the ideal brother-in-law in his heart was actually in Hecheng.

"Master Lin, be careful, be careful..."

Zhao Chenyang kept reminding him, fearing that if Lin Yun was not careful, the knife would cut his throat.

They soon arrived at the west courtyard.

Wu Xian's altar is placed there.

Lin Yun saw the straw man and the note attached to it at a glance.

"It's really grandpa's name and birthday!" Lin Yun said angrily.

Li Muchen frowned.

He looked at the straw man in the middle, lowered his head and smelled the three animals on the table and the bowl of dried blood.

This is no longer simple witchcraft.

The book of nails and arrows in ancient witchcraft is not so complicated, and it does not require such a big fool.

They are usually little people that can be held in the hand.

And this person is almost life-size.

Judging from the changes in the blood of the three animals, this is closer to the devil's way.

The purpose of the caster is not only to be killed by the caster, but to use this spell to absorb his three souls and seven souls for his use.

But what puzzles Li Muchen is that Mr. Lin is not a cultivator, and he is already over eighty years old and his spirit is exhausted. What is the use of absorbing his soul?

There is no point in absorbing it in the first place, let alone fighting with its soul, unless...

Li Muchen thought of a possibility, his face changed, and a fierce murderous look flashed in his eyes.

Eliminating demons and defending the Way is also the duty of Tiandu disciples.

God has the virtue of good life, but Tiandu disciples never show mercy when dealing with evil spirits.

Li Muchen grabbed Zhao Chenyang and asked, "Who set up this altar?"

While asking, he winked at Lin Yun.

"Yes, it's Master Wu." Zhao Chenyang replied.

"Master Wu, please explain clearly." Li Muchen pointed the tip of the knife at Zhao Chenyang's eyes, "I don't have the patience, you'd better finish it all at once."

"His name is Wu Xian, and he is a Feng Shui master hired by my father. He said he knows some nailing techniques, and he can curse the old man of the Lin family to death as long as he gets his horoscope."

When Li Muchen saw that Lin Yun had turned on his cell phone to record audio and took photos, he nodded silently, thinking that the boy was quite smart.

"Xiaoyun, go find a bag and put the scarecrow and the things on the table away."

"Oh."

Lin Yun agreed, found a sack in the corner of the yard, and stuffed all the items on the altar into it.

But the straw man was too big to fit in, so Lin Yun simply carried it on his back.

"Brother-in-law, we've got our things, shall we go?"

Suddenly I heard someone say: "Can you leave?"

As the voice sounded, the Zhao family's security guards gave way, and a group of people walked in.

This group of people were dressed the same as the people in the White Tiger Hall before, all wearing black clothes with white tiger patterns embroidered on their chests.

Only the leader was wearing a black and white tiger-print top.

As soon as he saw the person coming, Zhao Chenyang seemed to have seen a savior and shouted: "Uncle Third! Uncle Third, save me!"

Li Muchen asked Lin Yun: "Xiaoyun, do you know this person?"

Lin Yun shook his head: "I don't know him."

"Haha, you don't even know my third uncle, you are dead!" Zhao Chenyang shouted.

Li Muchen somewhat admired Zhao Chenyang's courage, "You are in my hands, aren't you afraid that I will kill you first?"

"If you dare to touch him, I will make your life worse than death!" The middle-aged man in tiger-striped clothes said coldly.

Li Muchen looked him up and down, but didn't feel any spiritual aura from this person, and asked, "Who are you?"

"Master of the White Tiger Hall, Zhao Shan." The man replied.

Li Muchen shook his head and said: "I don't care about you, white tiger or black tiger. Call out the one who pricked the grass."

Zhao Shan felt that he had been slighted, his face showed anger, he put on a posture and said: "Then it depends on whether you have this ability."

After saying that, he moved his feet, his back foot kicked off the ground, his front foot slid forward, and a puff of smoke and dust suddenly rolled up on the hard blue brick ground.

The two fists came, but before the punches came, the wind came first.

There was a crackling sound in the air.

Darkness!

Lin Yun was shocked.

His second grandfather, Lin Chanming, once showed him his hidden strength.

The power that exploded every inch was extremely domineering.

He saw with his own eyes that Lin Chanming just pressed her palm lightly on the table, and a three-inch thick solid wood table was broken into pieces. From the table top to the table legs, there was no single piece as big as a palm.

Judging from the loud noise in the air, Zhao Shan's skill was not inferior to that of Second Grandpa.

In the blink of an eye, Zhao Shan's fist was in front of Li Muchen.

Li Muchen reached out and grabbed his fist.

Zhao Shan was shocked, what kind of palm power was this, able to catch him with a punch that could break open monuments and crack rocks.

Before he could retract his fist, he saw Li Muchen fight lightly, and a strange force came from his hand.

Zhao Shan's body also twisted, and then there was a strong force that made him kick back several steps.

If he went further back, he would hit his subordinates. Zhao Shan used force and stopped.

This time, although his body stopped, he suffered internal injuries, and a trace of blood spilled from the corner of his mouth.

"Go together!"

Zhao Shan shouted loudly, and all the more than twenty members of the White Tiger Hall behind him rushed forward.

At the same time, Li Muchen pushed Zhao Chenyang to Lin Yun and rushed forward.

In Lin Yun's eyes, Li Muchen's figure turned into a shadow, moving at a speed that he had never seen before.

The White Tiger Hall members who rushed up would either fall down on the spot or fly out as soon as they took over.

Lin Yun's inner shock increased again.

Just now it was one dozen, this time it was one dozen.

Moreover, the opponent is a master of the White Tiger Hall, and there is also a White Tiger Hall master who is as powerful as the second grandfather.

What kind of monster is this brother-in-law?