Zhumen is located at the water drop lake, and one of the capitals, the water drop capital, is distributed around this calm lake.
The willows are soft and the scenery is pleasant. It has always been said that the city of Shuidi has the most comfortable climate. Some wealthy businessmen are willing to spend all their wealth to buy a house near Shuidi Lake just to get a taste of the aura of Shuidi Lake and enjoy the scenery. A tranquility in the bustling and noisy imperial capital.
Along the long street of Shuidi Lake, until the end is Zhumen, which has the best scenery of Shuidi Lake and the half lake and mountain island.
The gate of Zhumen can be said to be in the busy city in the first half, and then completely entered the island mountain in the lake in the second half. The towering and magnificent pavilions are looming in the tall weeping willow forest, quiet and elegant.
However, a sound of suona, like a crow's cry, echoed in front of Zhu's gate. When Zhu Minglang stepped into the gate, he saw shocking white lanterns one after another...
Some strange animal carriages were parked at the wide gate, and groups of high-ranking officials and nobles were stepping into the Zhu Gate. In front of the Zhu Gate was a couple with gray hair.
Their faces were gloomy, and they were talking to the visitors just out of a kind of dull courtesy.
Their eyes are extremely empty, as if their souls are not in their bodies.
There is an endless stream of people who come to mourn, with white sails, pale black characters, accompanied by the mournful suona...
It's clearly a funeral!
Whose funeral?
Zhu Minglang involuntarily quickened his pace.
He walked towards the gate, staring at the gray couple.
The couple didn't notice Zhu Minglang at first, but after seeing the young man's face clearly, those empty eyes finally had some luster!
"Uncle, aunt..." Looking at them, Zhu Minglang suddenly felt a lump in his throat, unable to speak.
"Xiao Lang?" The couple suspected that they had read it wrong, and confirmed it again and again.
In the end, the couple ran down the high steps at the same time. It seemed that only by touching Zhu Minglang's temperature could they be sure that this person was alive!
"Uncle, aunt, who are you organizing the funeral for?" Zhu Minglang asked.
Zhu Minglang already had an extremely bad premonition at this moment.
His uncle Zhu Yushan and aunt Bai Xin belonged to those who had never had children, and they treated themselves more like their own children.
Later, when they were nearly forty years old, Zhu Yushan and Bai Xin decided to adopt an orphan named Zhu Tong who had joined Zhu's family as an adopted son.
Zhu Tong has been sensible and well-behaved since she was a child. Although her qualifications are not high-quality, she has always been grateful to Zhu Yushan and Bai Xin, and even more respectful to her cousin...
When Zhu Minglang saw the white lanterns and the writing on the white hanging, he already felt something was wrong.
"You're back, you're back."
Wrinkles appeared on Zhu Yushan's face. He was obviously sad, but he was excited because he saw Zhu Minglang.
The same was true for Bai Xin, as if seeing his child who had traveled abroad finally returned, he grabbed Zhu Minglang's arm and refused to let go.
"Uncle, aunt, where is Zhu Tong?" Zhu Minglang asked again.
At this moment, a man riding a granite horned dragon came forward. He had a half-beard and held a jade-decorated fan in his hand.
Beside him, there was a young man with pitch-black pupils and a stern expression, and he was wearing a jet-black dress.
"Brother Yu Shan, brother Yu Shan, it's my brother's fault, my dog, I raise some fierce dragons on weekdays, and most importantly, he really doesn't know that the yellow-haired boy is you Zhu Yushan Adopted son, for this reason, I specially asked me to take the blame here, and I hope that brother Yu Shan will not regret the old relationship no matter what, you can do whatever you want!" said the half-bearded man with a heartbroken look.
Zhu Yushan and Bai Xin looked over at this time and found that the young man in black clothes was really carrying a bundle of thorns on his back, and the thorns pierced into his skin...
It's just, what's the point of this kind of pleading guilty.
What he hurt was only some skin and flesh, and he would be fine after he went back and rubbed the wound medicine, but Zhu Tong would sleep forever in a cold wooden coffin!
"My condolences, my condolences, every competition will eventually result in accidental deaths, brother Zhu Yushan, please don't hurt the friendship between Zhumen and Zi Zonglin because of this incident." At this time, a said the lady in the royal robe.
"Yeah, competitions and competitions often hurt innocent people, not to mention two disciples who have to decide the winner. Brother Yu Shan, if you have any difficulties, feel free to tell our Zi Zonglin, our Zi Zonglin is indeed wrong. ” said the middle-aged man with a half beard.
"Skills are not as good as people, and life and death are up to fate. Seniors, I know that I shouldn't be too harsh, but sometimes the Dragon Shepherd can't fully control the bloody nature of dragons and beasts. If every game I win in the future, If you have to plead guilty like this, why don't I kill myself and apologize first, and don't hold any big competitions in the clans and clans!" The black-clothed youth said with a bit of resentment in his heart.
At this moment, a figure suddenly passed through the group of people, and he grabbed the black young man's throat with one hand, making his throat crack!
"I'll do it for you, so you don't need to come in and kowtow!" Zhu Minglang grabbed the young man by the throat, and countless white feathers appeared around him.
These feather-like rotating blades hovered around Zhu Minglang like that. As long as he gave an order, the young murderer would be cut into pieces!
"Xiao Lang, Xiao Lang, no, absolutely no." At this moment, Aunt Bai Xin rushed over and hurriedly grabbed Zhu Minglang's hand, motioning him to let go.
"What kind of bastard is committing murder here!" The half-bearded man was furious, and he slapped Zhu Minglang with his palm.
In the palm of his hand, a huge imprint emerged, like a flaming gate.
A black dragon with purple flames all over the door opened its mouth and bit Zhu Minglang's body.
Seeing this, Bai Xin hurriedly tried to stand in front of Zhu Minglang, but Zhu Minglang blocked Bai Xin with one hand, his eyes suddenly shone bright red, and his momentum soared in an instant, like a demon!
"Sword Spirit Dragon."
With a sound, a sword burst out of the space, only a gorgeous phantom flashed, and before everyone could react, it slashed at the blue dragon with purple flames.
The Purple Flame Canglong turned pale with fright. Originally, he wanted to bite and devour Zhu Minglang, but he didn't dare to get out of the door for a while, and fled back into the spiritual domain like an earthworm.
"Xiao Lang, Xiao Lang..." Bai Xin discouraged again.
At this time, the entire courtyard looked at Zhu Minglang who was pinching the neck of the jet-black young man.
"Isn't that Zhu Minglang???"
"Is it Zhu Tianguan's son, Zhu Minglang who is a master of swordsmanship?"
"Isn't there a rumor that he died?"
"Zhu Minglang used to be a little devil in the imperial capital. Even the children of the royal family were cut off by him. Hao Shaocong, the eldest disciple of Zi Zonglin, is probably going to be in bad luck."
"What bad luck, I didn't hear that this little devil angered the heavens, and his sword repair was completely destroyed, and he became a mortal wandering around, and he has no face to come back!"
Not many people really came up to dissuade them, they all stood aside and watched the show.
Are there still such things between the Zonglin clan
In the end, it was all because of the Jiting royal family, and the big things were turned into small things. In the end, it was nothing more than who was more powerful and had a stronger background.
"Go and kowtow a hundred heads, or I'll kill you and your father together." Zhu Minglang pushed hard and threw the little bastard to the ground.
Hao Shaocong coughed violently, his face was flushed, and his chest was filled with anger quickly. After he finally recovered his breath, he stood up, pointed at Zhu Minglang and said, "What are you, Zhu Tong's?" Brothers of bullshit loyalty!"
At this time, the half-bearded man hurriedly pulled Hao Shaocong to his side, gave him a hard look, and told him to shut up.
"Father, this man is going to kill me..."
"Shut up!" Hao Yong yelled, and Hao Shaocong turned pale in fright and retreated to the side of the royal lady.
Haoyong took a deep breath, and then he put on an apology on his face and said: "It turned out to be the son of the well-known Zhu Tianguan, Zhu Minglang. This time, it was indeed because the dog was too hostile during the dog competition, and he missed Zhu Tong. Life, as a father, I will definitely supervise it personally, and let my son kowtow all these hundred heads in front of Zhu Tong's mourning hall."
"Zhu Minglang?" The royal wife stared at Zhu Minglang up and down, and finally snorted coldly, "Hmph, it's no longer what it used to be, but it's still so rampant, I really think there are Zhu Tianguan and Zhu Xue Protect you, and you can do whatever you want in this imperial capital."
"Ms. Zhao, go as far as you go, and say one more thing that Zhu Minglang doesn't like to hear. I promise you Zhao family can also hold a funeral in time this month." Zhu Minglang said coldly to this A royal lady said.
They are all old acquaintances who have festivals, and Zhu Minglang doesn't need to be polite to them.
This Mrs. Zhao relied on being the wife of a member of the royal family to support the Hao family and his son. Although uncle Zhu Yushan and aunt Bai Xin have always been ordinary people, they are definitely not to be bullied!
If you want to settle down as a royal family, it's a dream!
"You..." Mrs. Zhao pointed at Zhu Minglang, but she was too angry to speak.
The most important thing is that Mrs. Zhao is really afraid of Zhu Minglang. He has done such things as cutting off the hands and feet of the royal family, not to mention her natal Zhao family is not the royal family.
This matter, Zhu Minglang can do it, and there is Zhu Tianguan, no one dares to do anything to Zhu Minglang.
"Xiao Lang, it's good for you to come back, it's good for you to come back, about Zhu Tong's matter, hey, go see him first, he always wants to see you again, Zhu Tong has been practicing hard all these years, also in order to be able to catch up with you Follow in your footsteps... well, go see him and talk to him." Bai Xin said with tears streaming down her face.
How could she not be angry and sad for her adopted son.
But what can they do.
Those who died in the big competitions of the major forces, in the words of those in the royal family: their skills were not as good as others, and an inevitable accident happened.