Taiping Inn

In the Sun mansion, Sun Hui, the head of the Sun family, sat respectfully against a girl.

The girl was combed in a hanging bun, folded the folding fan in her hand, and gently tapped the table.

Sun Hui subconsciously put his hands on the celadon bowl in front of him, and thought a little while. No matter how Long Xiaoyun got into the Xuan Shengji of the Female Sect in front of him, he was destined to be unable to get a share of it today. Even if he was carrying a thorn to apologize, he would probably not be able to make up for it. The female of the Female Sect was unpredictable, but There is no doubt that there is no need to doubt the two points of revenge for revenge and the extreme weight of profit and benefit. Furthermore, with Long Xiaoyun's arrogant and arrogant personality, he would never be able to bow his head and apologize. In this way, how can Long Xiaoyun and the Long clan behind him survive?

When Sun Huishao was young, he once read a travelogue. It is said that there are vast grasslands west of Borneo overseas, with lions, vultures, and wildebeests on the grassland. Every time the lions hunt wildebeests, vultures will follow, with the remaining corpses of wildebeests. For food. The situation in Ping'an County today is like the grassland recorded in the travel notes. The female clan is a group of lions, and the Long clan is a wildebeest under the mouth of a lion's sharp teeth. Then the Sun clan is a vulture hovering in the air. The vulture itself can't do anything to do Wild horses, but lions can do it. After the lions are full, the vulture can swallow the remaining wildebeest corpses that the lions don’t like.

In other words, as long as the Long clan is destroyed, this safe county will be the treasure of their Sun clan.

The palace official suddenly asked, "Mr. Sun, is that woman very important to you?"

孙会一怔，顿时明白宫官口中的“那个女人”指的是龙哮云的夫人尤霜，沉默片刻后，正色说道：“佛家有言，人间之苦以'求不得'和'放Not to mention, You Shuang is what I couldn’t get many years ago, and it is also what I can’t let go of over the years.”

The palace official smiled softly, "I didn't expect that Mr. Sun was still a passionate person."

Sun Hui suddenly showed a little shy look, "It made the palace girl laugh."

The palace official smiled and said, "It is not a bad thing to be affectionate. If you can live up to it, it is a good thing for the people of Qi to be blessed. Mr. Sun, do you think so?"

Sun Hui nodded and responded, "What the Palace Girl said is very true."

The palace official held his cheek with one hand and murmured, "How can I get the law of both worlds and do not let down the Tathagata and do not let down the Lord?"

Before Sun Hui could answer, the palace official had already stood up and said, "Okay, it's time for us to leave. Go to the Long Mansion and watch this last drama."

In the backyard of the Long family mansion, a young woman with a complicated expression walked out of the room, stood in the corridor, and looked at the heavy rain outside.

This Long Family Mansion has a history of more than 300 years. After generations of expansion and renovation, it finally has its current scale. Over the past three hundred years, many winds and rains have passed, and the rise and fall of the Long clan has been witnessed here.谁又能想到，今日这座大宅竟是到了风雨飘摇的境地，难不成三百年来数十代人的辛苦经营，就要在今日毁于一旦吗？

Flowers bloom and wealth are nothing more than peonies, but spring cannot escape the withering and drifting. The Long family was originally a big family with lush branches and leaves, just like the king of the big and purple flowers. But if you enjoy the wealth and honor, you will inevitably fall into dust.不知从哪一代始，龙氏开始变得子嗣单薄，人数逐渐凋零，到了龙哮云这一代，竟是成了一代单传，没有兄弟，没有叔伯，如今他已是不惑之年，膝下仍旧没有半A child, even without this sudden storm, Long had already walked on a dead end, and this storm had only accelerated the process.

The woman has been a pillow man by Long Xiaoyun for twenty years. She knows that Long Xiaoyun, the head of the Long family, is a cold-hearted person. She does not attach much importance to the inheritance of the Long family, and pays more attention to his own martial arts practice. For as long as you can reach the peak of martial arts, even if the Long family dies, it doesn’t matter.

So did this storm blow down the Long family or Long Xiaoyun? Or are the two blown down together?

No one knows.

Outside the corridor, heavy rain poured down, splashing on Ping'an County, and the world was covered with white space.

The wind and rain are like darkness.

The Long family seemed to have really finished their energy.

The young woman finally couldn't help but told her maid to get an umbrella, and then she walked towards the front yard with an umbrella alone.

The faces of the two men were constantly intertwined in front of her, vivid in her mind.

The arrogant and domineering Long Xiaoyun, the understanding Sun Hui, logic is that since she had a private meeting with Sun Hui, she should have no nostalgia for Long Xiaoyun, but when things come to an end, she He was a little hesitant and hesitant, and then he decided to look at Long Xiaoyun for the last time.

She walked quickly to the main entrance of the Long Mansion with an umbrella alone. The closer she got, the heavier the rain. The wind was sensational, the rain was like a mountain torrent, like a river breaking the dam, which made the umbrella tremble slightly.

An oil-paper umbrella could not cover the huge wind and rain. You Shuang's embroidered shoes were already wet, and even the hem of the skirt was covered with mud. The heavy rain of soybeans hit her beautiful cheek, making people see it Still pity.

But at this moment, she didn't feel pitiful, she just felt that the man standing at the door was pitiful. She could see his back from afar, still tall and tall, as tall as a mountain. In fact, to be serious, the couple are both There is no irreconcilable hatred in the world. It’s just that he forced her to marry her back then. She has lived a pampering life over the years, but she has suffered even more. She is even more sorry for him.

When he came to the gatehouse of the mansion, the great manager who was guarding the place was surprised that his wife would appear here at this time, he had no time to take care of it at this time, so he could only order a few remaining shopkeepers to guard his wife.

At this time, outside the door, Long Xiaoyun's majestic figure was isolated in the vast rain. The powerful aura of the Return to the Realm was surging out, causing the raindrops falling from the sky to be completely evaporated into mist when they were still more than a foot away from his head.

Looking at the sword-holding woman opposite him, she was no less impressive. It was as if she was holding an invisible big umbrella, and the raindrops were always repelled from sliding down three feet away.

The heavy rain could not suppress Long Xiaoyun's deep voice, "What about Qinghui Ji of the Female Sect? This is Jingzhou, not the northwest. It is not your turn to make rules here!"

The sword-holding woman heard this and just smiled and said nothing.

To be fair, Long Xiaoyun has a great backer, the Jing Chan Sect. His teacher, the head of the Luohan Hall, is one of the few great figures in the entire Jing Chan Sect. It's just a pity that the Jing Chan Sect is now closed for some reasons that cannot be disclosed to outsiders, so it is impossible for anyone to appear here. If it were any other time, they would never dare to provoke the Jing Chan Sect so close to them.

Long Xiaoyun continued, "Even if there is no Jing Chan Sect, what can you do to me with just one person and one sword? Just now, you used your sword thirteen times in the time of an incense stick. Did you hurt me at all?"

Qing Huiji, who was also in the Return to the Realm, was very calm and said tit for tat, "You only defend and do not attack with your Vajra body, how can you hurt me? As the saying goes, if you defend for a long time, you will lose. I wonder how many swords you can take?"

Long Xiaoyun, who exuded a faint golden luster all over his body, said in a deep voice, "Qing Huiji, there is no need to provoke me with words. I will naturally take action when I have to. I am afraid that by then, you will die unwillingly."

Qing Huiji said calmly, "I would like to learn from your high skills."

Long Xiaoyun sneered and stopped arguing with words. The golden luster on his body became stronger and stronger, almost like a substance, and his skin turned completely golden, which was somewhat similar to the golden body of Arhat in Buddhist classics.

Qing Huiji finally showed a bit of solemnity on her face. She stopped holding the sword and reached out to hold the hilt of the long sword in her arms.

With her as the center of the circle, all the raindrops stopped and hovered in an instant, each one distinct.

At this moment, each suspended raindrop seemed like a mirror, which could clearly reflect the figure of Qing Huiji.

Then she slowly drew her sword out of its sheath and pointed the front of the sword at Long Xiaoyun.

The heavy rain was engulfed by the sword, swirling and gathering, forming a huge rain tornado in front of the woman.

At the same time, the raindrops around her no longer stopped, but did not continue to fall, but were lifted up by the majestic energy back to the sky.

This was a human effort to reverse the weather. Li Xuandu's sword was no more than this back then.

Li Xuandu, who had been watching the battle, said to Hu Liang: "This Qing Huiji has already seen the threshold of the heavenly realm."