a hundred times

In the third year of Qinghe, it was midwinter.

It was snowing all night in Niian City, and the sky and the earth were the same color, and the eyes were all boundless.As the weather turned colder day by day, the city of Niian became colder day by day, and finally today, it seemed that the whole city fell silent, and everything was covered by heavy snow.

People know that the world has changed again.

The most prosperous street in the city should be the Spring Breeze Ten-mile Long Street. One end leads directly to the main gate of the newly renovated palace, and the other end is a large and exquisite house with a plaque hanging on it, with the powerful words: Zhou Mansion.

The head of the three famous martial arts families.

There are no stone lions at the gate, only two long spears about two people high are used for the town house, gifted by the emperor, the spear heads are made of pure silver, shining silver light.

However, at this time, Zhumen was closed tightly, and there was a thick layer of snow falling in front of the door, and no one went to sweep it. In the icy and snowy world, it looked a bit desolate, and even the ten-mile long street, there was not a single person who came out to do business.

In the distance, on the top of the palace wall, someone climbed up to look, with his hands behind his back, and pondered: "Is everything arranged?"

The shrill eunuch smiled obsequiously, and his eyes were cold: "Don't worry, my lord, after taking over the Zhou mansion, at noon today, I can give Zhou Suiyun..."

As he spoke, he put his five fingers together and slashed fiercely into the air.

The tall and majestic man nodded slightly, glanced at the Zhou Mansion in the distance, and then turned around.

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Zhou Mansion, mourning hall.

The candle is burning, illuminating the names on the tablet.The Zhou Mansion of Bi'an has a small population, but it has been prosperous for 300 years. None of the descendants who have come out have disgraced their surnames, either in the rivers and lakes, or in the temples.

Now, the sky is pale.

The young man in white linen filial piety had been kneeling for an unknown how long.

Standing in front of him was a pitch-black coffin, made of golden nanmu wood, which could not be obtained without wealth and power, and was a gift from the newly appointed leader of the martial arts alliance, Lu Changting.

"Master Zhou, in the entire city of Ni'an, there is no one who dares to sell your coffin. It was the leader Lu who wanted to make a brotherhood, and begged a few adults in the court to get a coffin for your father. , tsk tsk, it’s still so expensive, if that old man Zhou Renfeng knows, the eighteenth hell will be satisfied.”

What a shame!

That night he knelt soberly, every time he recalled the words of Lu Changting's lackey, it felt like a knife had been stabbed in his heart, he couldn't help trembling from the pain, he clenched his teeth, and the corners of his eyes turned red.

Zhou Chuze is the current single heir of the Zhou family. He has been weak and sick since he was born, so he has been loved and loved by his elders, almost pampered and brought up.He didn't know anything about the world, but now he was forced to know all about human relationships in a short period of time.

No matter how cruel it is, he can only face it by himself.

An old slave staggered over and said in a trembling voice: "Young master, it's already dawn, they said that they will rush in after another incense stick, you... you better go."

"Uncle Chen, you can go through the secret path." Zhou Chuze said hoarsely, "I want to guard my father."

In the 300 years of the famous martial arts family of the Zhou Mansion, there has never been a single person who is greedy for life and afraid of death.He can't leave - what he wants to guard is the last dignity of the Zhou Mansion.

Chen Bo wet his eyes, and tried to persuade: "Master, why are you bothering... Those people want the soul beheading manual, if you can't hand it in, they will definitely not let you go! What face do you have to go underground to meet the master?"

Zhou Chuze said softly: "I didn't listen to my father before. I'm 14 years old, but I'm still powerless. Now I'm at the mercy of others, and I deserve it."

He stared directly at the token placed in the middle of the mourning hall, and a tear fell from his eyes in an instant.

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Outside the mourning hall, there is a century-old tree with luxuriant branches and leaves, which is more than ten feet long.

A young man in white clothes stood tall and straight on the top of a tree.The branches that had been weighed down by the snow did not break due to the weight of an extra person, which shows that this person's lightness kung fu is already the best in the world.

However, this person's appearance is more admirable than such a light work.

I saw that his eyebrows were like distant mountains, his eyes were like stars, and the corners of his mouth were slightly curved, carrying a charming color.Even so, there is no male or female appearance, and it is not necessarily indistinguishable, because the outline is straight and smooth, heroic, and the tip of the nose is slightly raised, which is the appearance of a good man in troubled times.

At this moment, a black shadow suddenly appeared, and stopped silently behind the young man in white.

"Young master, the Baidao people are ready to attack."

The sun has risen, and the sun shines on the white snow, reflecting silver light.

Just like the light of a knife.

The young man in white didn't answer, just waved his hand, and the shadow guard left again without a sound.Anyone with a little discernment in the Jianghu can see that this is the magic sect's escapism technique, with erratic movements and truly coming and going without a trace.

The young man let out a long sigh, as expected it was still coming, the casual smile on the corner of his mouth suddenly turned bitter.

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At the same time as the sun jumped out of the horizon, a group of people suddenly appeared on the empty spring breeze ten-mile long street, more than a hundred people.They waited all night at the inn on the next street with golden swords and horses, and they were already eager to try. When the time came, they couldn't wait to humiliate the former leader of the three famous martial arts schools.

"Hahaha, the emperor bestowed the double spears on the dragon, and the emperor doesn't want to see it again!" One person rushed to the gate of the Zhou mansion first, holding a big knife, with greed flashing in his eyes. The tip of the spear was cut off!

The rest of them were not far behind, and another sterling silver gun head went into the arms of others in a blink of an eye.

Those who walk in the forefront are the real reckless rivers and lakes. Many of them are bandits.Those who followed showed a look of contempt and contempt. Most of these people came from serious martial arts sects, and there were many descendants of famous families such as Wudang Shaolin.

Now that the national crisis is at stake, the imperial court and the Jianghu are cooperating. If too many people were killed and injured in the attack on the Demon Cult's Eastern Liang Palace a few days ago, where would it be for these bandits to join?

However, bandits also have the advantages of bandits. I only heard a big man roaring, smashing the copper lock on the Zhumen's door with two hammers, and broke into the door first.

The huge mansion was empty, and the martial arts righteous people naturally divided into two groups. The reckless hooligans walking in the front began to sweep the property in Zhou's house;

The mourning hall is easy to find.

After Zhou Chuze drove away Uncle Chen who persuaded him to leave, he knelt for a while before slowly standing up.He was still in poor health. He knelt on his knees all night, and when he stood up suddenly, he couldn't support the thin young man's body. After finally standing still, there was no trace of blood on his face.

The time was exactly the same, only a bang was heard, and a group of dozens of people strode in.

Zhou Chuze didn't seem to notice the aggressiveness of the other party, but just glanced at these people lightly, and said, "My father is dead, and he can rest in peace. What are you all doing?"

One of them sneered and said, "Huh, I asked the question knowingly. For the sake of the head of Wudang and Daxia Lu, we have already given your father a night of peace! Now that you have worshiped and worshiped your father, why don't you hand over the soul-killing knife manual quickly?" ?”

"Fusong Sword Sect." Zhou Chuze said coldly, "Last winter, the head of your sect came here as a guest."

The man saw the sect at a glance, and his face changed slightly. For some reason, he felt a little fear of the pale and frail young man in front of him, but he still gritted his teeth and said, "This moment, that moment! Zhou Renfeng colluded with heresies, betrayed the martial arts alliance Everyone will be punished! There is no place for your Zhou family in the Jianghu! If you are sensible, hand over the sword manual!"

Zhou Chuze lost his strength, supported his father's coffin, and said coldly: "Collude with heretics? Sell out the Wulin League? Do you really think you can turn right and wrong? The common people know it clearly!"

One of them came forward with a long stick in his hand, and shouted loudly: "What nonsense are you talking about with this little thing? Even Zhou Suiyun has fallen now, the son of the invincible magic sword? Pooh, I can't even hold the Soul Slaying Knife steadily! Come out with the knife manual, otherwise not only will not only your father's coffin not be kept today, but your little life will also be lost."

In the end, Zhou Chuze was just a 14-year-old boy who had kept a vigil overnight, but now he was on the verge of falling, his face pale.However, the enemy is fearless in front of him: "Soul Slayer Knife Book? I burned it long ago. Even if I lose my life today, my Zhou family's sword book will not fall into the shameless hands of you!" in the hands of the disciples!"

As soon as the words came out, the entire group changed color.

They were willing to wait all night. Apart from selling Wudang's head a face, the most important thing was that Zhou Chuze agreed to let him watch the spirit for one night, and then he would send the soul-killing knife manual to the Wulin League.

They didn't make a special trip to bully a dead person. Now that there is no sword manual, what's the matter?

At this time, only a clear and elegant voice said: "Burn? I don't think so. There are rumors in the world that the sword manual of Zhanhundao is engraved on Zhou Renfeng's back. Since your father has not been cremated, maybe you can prove this rumor?"

Zhou Chuze looked up at the speaker.

This person has a handsome face, a natural smile, and a kind, named Chen Qing, who is Lu Changting's brother-in-law and Zhou Renfeng's good friend before his death.If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes and heard it with his own ears, Zhou Chuze would never have believed that Chen Qing would say such a thing—how can the human heart be so fickle?

All eyes turned to the golden nanmu coffin again.

Zhou Chuze knew that there was indeed a saber manual engraved on his father's back, but it was only the two most complicated moves of the Soul Slaying Saber.If there is no previous sword manual, it is useless to learn these two moves.

But now how can these wolf-like people believe it? !

Once they saw it, he might not even be able to save his father's body!

Zhou Chuze didn't know where the strength came from, and he sternly shouted: "Get out!"

Seeing his expression, everyone believed in the statement that the saber manual was engraved on his back. The Soul Slashing Saber is known as the best sword in the world. Who wouldn't want it?For a while, Rao, who was a decent family, also showed greedy eyes and rushed forward.Zhou Chuze's young body is not considered strong, and compared with those in the martial arts, he is even more delicate. At this time, he desperately stood in front of the golden nanmu coffin, and was slapped with a strong palm, and he flew half a foot away in an instant. , fell to the ground, a mouthful of blood poured out of his mouth.

When everyone pushed the coffin, Zhou Chuze's heart was twisted like a knife, but Chen Qing just watched coldly.

The young man couldn't move and trembled all over. He hated himself for being weak and weak more than now, and his heart was full of despair.

At this moment, suddenly, a gust of wind blew up on the ground.

The treetops trembled, and the snow fell silently, falling silently into the pure white snow, making sunken marks.

The young man in white clothes wins the snow, but he is really treading the snow without a trace. With a little step, his figure flitted in, and he even sighed leisurely during his actions.

The most boring thing is to fight between the famous and the upright. After talking so much, you have to find enough reasons to go up and do it. In the end, what you do is the same as a robber?Wasting so much of his time for no reason, it's just looking for death, and it deserves death.

Before everyone noticed that someone came in, they saw a blur in front of their eyes, a tall and slender figure flicked his sleeves, and more than a dozen candles were extinguished in an instant; as soon as the sleeves were closed, countless white powders floated in the air.

"Oops!"

As soon as someone smelled the smell, they felt something was wrong and fled out immediately.

The young man was extremely fast, and most people were still at a loss, so he had already pulled Zhou Chuze past him.The young man also didn't have time to react, and realized that he had been hugged by the waist, and in the blink of an eye, he was already outside the door.

The young man in white stretched his sleeves again. For some reason, the door of the mourning hall was closed immediately with a slam. There was a bullet between his slender legs, and he shot without looking back. The bullet flew into the window, almost at the same time, The two had already skimmed the wall.

There is snow on the wall, but the young man stands as if walking on the ground.

Everything happened in a blink of an eye, Zhou Chuze turned around, only to hear a loud bang in the sky, and the whole mourning hall exploded!

The flames flourished.

Except for the few people who fled quickly when they realized something was wrong at the beginning, and those who had been guarding outside the courtyard of the mourning hall at the beginning, the rest of the people had already been buried in the sea of ​​flames.

Chen Qing was one of the first to escape, and his face was full of horror. He avoided the raging fire and ran out, his mind was in a mess. When he looked up, he saw two white figures disappearing on the wall.

A touch of desolate plain white.

The other is completely white, like new snow, spotless white.