Zongwu: Starting from the Trouble in Xingzilin

Seeing Wanyan Honglie's nervous face, Sunflower Patriarch sneered

"I have no intention of interfering in the affairs of your Jin court.……"

The Sunflower Patriarch paused for a moment, his face became solemn, and a cold light flashed in his eyes.

In an instant, the temperature in the room seemed to drop a few degrees.

Wanyan Honglie felt his body tremble for no reason, and hurriedly calmed his mind and forced himself to remain calm.

The Lotus Patriarch's shrill voice sounded again.

"When you asked me to help you develop your business, you were tempting me with what I wanted. Now that I have done what you promised me, the results have begun to show. I wonder if the things you promised me are going to work out?"

"Don't worry, ancestor, the whereabouts of the Fountain of Youth has been revealed."

Wanyan Honglie promised hurriedly, but he did not dare to look at the old ancestor Sunflower.

"Humph! I hope what you said is true."

The corner of the sunflower ancestor's mouth curled up a sneer, and slowly stood up.

In an instant, the extremely cold temperament emanating from his body disappeared.

The whole person immediately returned to his old age, took small steps, and slowly left.……

"I heard that the secret of longevity was born in the Sui Dynasty, so I will go and take a look. I hope that when I return, you will find the whereabouts of the Fountain of Immortality!"

The figure of the ancestor gradually walked away, but Wanyan Honglie hurriedly promised:"Don't worry, ancestor! Definitely! Definitely!"

When he looked up, there was no trace of the sunflower ancestor in the room. With a long sigh of relief, Wanyan Honglie reached out and wiped the sweat from his forehead.

He glanced around the room and saw that the chair where the sunflower ancestor had just sat was turning into powder at a speed visible to the naked eye!

Wanyan Honglie was suddenly startled and took a breath of cold air.

As his eyes turned, his steel teeth were secretly clenched!

……

At the foot of Baituo Mountain, a hundred miles south, there is Pingyang Manor.

The Yang family of Pingyang Manor has been ruled by Baituo Mountain Manor for generations.

Every year, Pingyang Manor pays tribute to Baituo Mountain Manor with a lot of beauties and money. At the same time, it also handles some inconvenient matters for the Ouyang family on the mountain.

In this way, Pingyang Manor has been safe for nearly a hundred years.

However, all this peace was disrupted recently.

First, some people who had never been seen before came down from Baituo Mountain and announced that Baituo Mountain Manor had been renamed Lingjiu Palace Baituo Branch.

Fortunately, the new person in charge of the Baituo Branch did not embarrass the Yang family.

He only asked them to pay tribute as in previous years, and the rest was no different.

The Yang family was just a small family, so how could they resist at all? They immediately agreed to it. After all, paying tribute to anyone was paying tribute, and the most important thing was to protect the safety of the family.

But who knew that after just a few days, another group of people came.

Without saying a word, they killed indiscriminately!

Fortunately, there was always someone in the tribe who saw the opportunity and reported the news, while the rest were slaughtered.

All the young and strong men in the village died tragically under the enemy's butcher knife. The remaining beautiful women were taken into the harem of Master Sha Tongtian and his apprentice Peng Lianhu.

As for the rest, they were sold or killed, and none of them had a good fate.

……

One day, Peng Lianhu was drinking tea in the main hall of Pingyang Manor when he saw a man walking in with his head held high, holding an iron spatula.

"Brother Peng, you are so free! Hahaha!"

Peng Lianhu smiled and shook his head, stroking his short beard, with a dirty look between his brows.

"Hehe, I'm not like Brother Sha, who fights endlessly in bed every night! Therefore, I get up early!"

""Haha!"

Sha Tongtian laughed, reached out and touched the big bald head on his neck, looking very proud.

""Dang!"

He slammed the iron paste to the ground, and then sat down with a big horse and golden sword.

At this time, Peng Lianhu closed his eyes and raised a lewd smile at the corner of his mouth.

"Brother Sha indulges himself every night, so I guess the women in the Yang family are pretty good, right?"

"Hehehe!" Sha Tongtian was immediately interested when Peng Lianhu mentioned this,"Don't tell me, those women are really... Oh my god!"……"

As he said this, he stretched out his hands and pretended to grab at nothing. It seemed that he was enjoying it.

"Each of them can be squeezed to make water, what a taste!"

Sha Tongtian closed his eyes slightly, his Adam's apple rolled and he swallowed dryly.

Seeing Sha Tongtian's reaction when he mentioned those women, Peng Lianhu also became alert and felt a little dry in his throat.

His eyes rolled and he had already made up his mind.

"Brother Sha, how about we switch tonight?"

"Change?"

Sha Tongtian was stunned for a moment, but when he saw the lustful look between Peng Lianhu's eyebrows, he immediately came to his senses.

"Then let's switch? Hehehe... Hehehe……"

"Oh! The two gang leaders are really brave! Even with the enemy at hand, they still don't forget to indulge in sex!"

The two turned their heads when they heard the voice, and saw a young man in light grey clothes walking in from outside the hall.

"Blind young man, you are asking for death by meddling with your master Peng!"

Peng Lianhu's face turned cold when he saw that the person coming was someone he didn't recognize.

Although he was still sitting on the chair, he waved his hand

"whoosh whoosh whoosh……"

Several hidden weapons then attacked several major acupoints on the attacker's body from top, bottom, left and right.

"Brother Peng, wait a minute!"

When Sha Tongtian heard Peng Lianhu's angry curse, he knew that he had the intention to kill.

Peng Lianhu was known as the Thousand-Handed Butcher in the Jianghu, which meant that he was very skilled in hidden weapon skills and was ruthless!

Just as Sha Tongtian was trying to stop him, Peng Lianhu had already shot out several hidden weapons. At this moment, the man smiled slightly, and a hint of contempt flashed between his eyebrows.

"Dangdangdang……"

After a few sounds of metal clashing, Peng and Sha saw that the man had inserted the long sword into the scabbard. They didn't even see how he drew the sword and how he knocked down the hidden weapon that Peng Lianhu was so proud of.

""Mr. Murong! Why is Mr. Murong here?"

Sha Tongtian was the first to come to his senses, and took a step forward to greet Murong Fu.

Seeing that Murong Fu did not show any obvious anger on his face, he turned around and pulled Peng Lianhu, who was sitting on the chair,

"Brother Peng, come and meet Master Murong!"

""Mr. Murong?"

Peng Lianhu hesitated, but he stood up.

Sha Tongtian didn't care and pulled Peng Lianhu to Murong Fu.

"Mr. Murong, it's a misunderstanding. This is my good friend, Peng Lianhu, Brother Peng!"

"Peng Lianhu? Thousand-Handed Man-Slayer?"

Murong Fu squinted at Peng Lianhu.

"I am the one who is right!"

Seeing that Murong Fu was a little arrogant, Peng Lianhu also straightened his chest and clasped his hands in front of his chest, showing no weakness.

Seeing this, Sha Tongtian hurriedly reached out and held Peng Lianhu's arm.

He smiled and said,"Brother Peng, this is Mr. Murong! He is the famous Nan Murong in the Northern Song Dynasty! He is the guest of honor of the Sixth Prince!"

Hearing Sha Tongtian's introduction, Peng Lianhu's body froze, his hands fell down weakly, and he looked at him with some doubt.

Sha Tongtian smiled at Murong Fu and said,"Mr. Murong, I wonder what you are doing here in Pingyang Manor?"