The Dangerous Cultivator

At this moment, a large number of guests and family members of the Zhou family finally rushed over and rushed to Xu Yi.

Xu Yiyi was not afraid.

It was a feast of killing. Two years of inhuman torture gave him power beyond imagination.

The backlog of blood seas for many generations has made him so cold and ironic.

After counting the number of chops, Xu Yi resolutely gave up his sword, and his fist and body were his most familiar and sharp weapons.

Every part of his body was turned into a weapon of killing. The irresistible strength and light-smoke body made Xu Yi's men completely incompetent.

Half of the column incense is less than time, and Xu Yi has countless corpses lying beneath him, his bones are like a mountain, and his blood is drifting.

The amazing killing intention finally defeated Rutian's enthusiasm. I don't know who shouted first, and the crowd besieged dispersed like a tide.

Xu Yi also did not chase, turned into the backyard, and caught an escaping maid.

After half a column of incense, the spacious Zhou family mansion seemed to be turned into an oil shop, and the smell of tung oil and fire oil was scattered around.

Just then, Xu Yi plunged into the study room of Mrs. Zhou.

The Zhou family was rich and the one was on one side. Xu Yi was unwilling to return to Baoshan.

Since harvesting elders from the wind, he has harvested more than ten red coins, worldly goods, and it is difficult to enter into his eyes.

Because of this, many of Zhou's warehouses, he did not go to search, just entered into the study of Grandpa Zhou.

Xu Yi firmly believes that the oldest man will never rest assured that he will take care of the most precious things.

Mrs. Zhou's study is very wide, seven or eight feet wide, with a wide range of horse races, antique decoration, golden silk nanmu desk, gold and silver carved seven treasure incense burner, fine sandalwood burning, the study is elegant and pleasant.

However, Xu Yi was not interested in rewards. After rummaging through the boxes, he collected a lot of valuable study rooms, calligraphy and paintings. With his eyesight, he knew it, and he just took out one and replaced it with money. The people's house ate for the first half of their lives.

Today Xu Yi is not here. He scans for a moment, feels a movement, and suddenly punches out.

Bang Bang Bang ...

After dozens of punches, all four walls of the study were intact.

Looking around, Xu Yi found a one-foot-square red wooden box on the left wall. The dark grid around the wooden box was completely broken.

Opening the wooden box, a piece of red light was released, Xu Yi's eyes were glared, and the box contained two pieces of red cake, the size of which was very thick.

He took out a piece of cricket, and each piece of red money cake weighed two hundred and twenty.

Xu Yiqiang resisted the turbulence in his heart, and shoved two dollars into his waist pouch. Suddenly, a fire-sealed envelope appeared at the bottom of the box.

Xu Yi opened the envelope, pulled out the stationery, and read it at a glance and ten lines.

It turned out that this letter was a private letter from the old Mr. Zhou family to Zhou Daogan. In addition to saying hello, I hope that Zhou Daogan will speak to Ling Xiaoge and increase the Zhou family's share in a certain vein.

The letter was trivial, but Xu Yi got useful information from it.

These two pieces of red money cakes are extraordinary. They are the tribute of the Zhou family to the Lingxiao Pavilion every three years.

"The Zhou family accumulated three years before they could have these two pieces of red money cakes. They are precious and extraordinary. They are good old thieves, no matter what Lingxiao Pavilion or Lingxiao Pavilion you have, this windfall, the little master has to decide!"

Xu Yi was so impassioned in his heart that when he thought of the old thief's harvest of news, he was so angry that he felt like a tide.

The stationery was ignited on the candlelight on the table, Xu Yi turned out, and discarded it on the edge of the window covered with tung oil.

The wind howled, the flames emptied, but the effort of half a column of incense, the mansion of the Zhou family in Guangsha, turned into a sea of ​​fire.

At the same time as Xu Yi arson madly, a cavalry team, Xi Xilai, had arrived ten miles away from Zhoujiazhuang.

The leader is a white man with white skin and handsome face. His appearance is similar to that of Zhou. His sword is studded with multicolored gemstones. His white horse is taller than his peers. No mottled.

Tiangaoyunbai, the turbulent Longjiang River, the white fish follow the waves, the hospitable soup, the perennial mountains are lush, the forest is under the sky, the turquoise is swaying, the air is clear, the son of white is suddenly poetic, singing Tao said, "Chaojiang Mountain, Chao Cang Jiang Qu every night. Here again, Acacia, Qingzun Zhanfang green."

"Good poetry, good poetry, wonderful poetry!"

Wu Zhixian, who is half a horse head behind the boy in white clothing, praises the festival, "Brother Zhou Shi is not only handsome but also exceptionally talented, and even more rare is that at a young age, martial arts have reached the peak of the forged body. ! "

"Uncle Shi won awards. I heard my father say that in the past when he was studying in Guang'an, he formed a friendship with a group of Guangan Junjie. Uncle Shi's poems were the best in the society. Now, but for a long time, Uncle Shi has become a county's respect, and he is a natural talent. "

The young man in white replied loudly, his words were decent, and he heard Wu Zhixian's twisted beard smiling and humble.

At this point, the identity of this young man in white is already clear, it is Zhou Shirong, the second son of Zhou Daogan.

This time, he came out of Lingxiao Pavilion and returned to Guang'an. The first was to return to the Provincial People on behalf of Zhou Daogan; the second was because the three-year period had arrived and the Zhou family had profited from several veins, and it should be turned in to Lingxiao Pavilion.

The journey from the old house of the Zhou family to the Lingxiao Pavilion is a long way. Two gold cakes are of great value. Zhou Tao did not dare to take risks, and then sent Zhou Shirong to **** himself.

And this Wuzhi County is the friend of the past, when the Taoist martial arts had just begun, and he had not yet worshipped under the gate of the Lingxiao Pavilion.

In today's world, martial arts Dachang not only has sects, thousands of families, and the royal power accumulated by the royal court of Da Yue for thousands of years, it is also daunting to offend.

In the past, Zhou Dao started martial arts. He was not named after the monarchs, and all he wanted to do was to get the name and protect the king.

Therefore, with a group of so-called fellow Chinese, they banquet and tour all day long, so long as a society, called a "Ming King Society" to take the meaning of the vast king.

Wuzhi County was joining the Ming Wang Society at that time. However, although they are all in the same company, they are all well-rounded in martial arts and martial arts. In the society, the light is bright. In contrast, in Wuzhi County, there are many better names than martial arts. Compared to Zhou Dao, Wuzhi County is unavoidably dull.

However, with this cause and effect, this time when Zhou Shirong went to Guang'an, he naturally greeted Wuzhi County.

It should be noted that Lingxiao Pavilion is in Guang'an. Although it is one of the three famous gates, it has authoritative power.

Although Wuzhi County is not only the top seven, but the peak of the forged body, but in the end is in the public gate, representing the kingship.

Zhou Shirong knows that Wuzhi County's signboards are much more useful than the disciples of Ling Xiaoge's disciples.

Sure enough, Zhou Shirong went to visit Wuzhi County, Wuzhi County was very happy, and personally went to the old house of Zhou family with the team.

There is support from Wuzhi County, and all the way, it is smooth and smooth.

However, they said that Zhou Shirong and Wu Zhixian were touting each other, talking and laughing. A thick smoke was rising in the northwest direction. Zhou Shirong hurriedly held his head, reached out and patted him on the horse's back, his body rose into the air. Looking at it, brush it, and his face was iron blue.

When Zhou Shirong took off in an instant, Wu Zhixian saw the column of smoke for a long time, and his heart fell suddenly, knowing the disaster.

The Zhou family is a local family, and because of the relationship between Zhou Daogan, he has always been courteous, and traveled to and from Zhou house very often.

In other words, other people will not be able to burn such a battle if they catch fire.

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