"Father-in-law..."
Yang Fu followed, her eyes full of sorrow.
She didn't know what to do, so she followed Xia Ji as if she had lost her soul and walked to the gate of Wanjian Villa together.
There were many people outside the gate, and a clear confrontation formed between the two sides.
Yu Long, Xie Qiongfeng, Nian Ying, Zhao Yange and others stood together.
Others are on the other side.
Of course, the existence of a biased frame is naturally indispensable.
When Yang Fu saw this scene, she did not run forward, but ran towards a small pavilion far away from everyone. In the pavilion, there was an elegant man drinking tea leisurely.
"Dad, I beg you."
The elegant man smiled and said: "What do you want from me
Before you got married, those people were so arrogant and domineering, and they didn't take my friends in the Villa seriously.
This is their mistake and they should bear it themselves. "
"father!!"
Yang Fu knelt down directly.
There was so much noise around me that it made my head hurt.
Suddenly, a black-faced man walked out of the crowd, looked at the people opposite him, and said with an upright face:
"I am the captain of Linfeng City, and I am also responsible for the cases in this area.
Mr. Ma, Mr. Zheng, is usually a hospitable and hospitable man. He is also a famous son. This time he brought heavy gifts to attend the wedding banquet. He will definitely not disappear for no reason. Since they are suspected, they should go to the government office for investigation. If there are no problems, let them go. people. "
As if he was prepared, as soon as he finished speaking, four big men with knives broke through the iron shackles with their hands, walked out from both sides, passed the groom, and headed towards the other three.
"Accept investigation" and "let him go without any problem" are all nonsense. Once you enter the government office, it is as deep as the sea. It is life or death, right and wrong, and there is no room for you.
In this age of war and chaos, when human lives are like grass, isn't it common to commit murder and commit murder
Even if they kill you, they can also give you a stigma, and then implicate your family, and then many people who don't know the truth will applaud you. This is really a normal operation.
This black-faced man plays the game very skillfully.
Then, he even smiled.
Because, he saw the groom kneeling down.
The dark-faced man was proud in his heart, but he still maintained his original integrity on the face: "What does the bridegroom officer mean by this? This city captain enforces the law impartially..."
However, before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by Yu Long.
The handsome and humble man, who had the air of a troubled young man, looked at Xia Ji seriously, and across the crowd, he kowtowed three times deeply.
There seemed to be no one else around.
There was no more sound.
Xia Ji looked at this disciple, and he understood why the disciple was worshiping.
So, he asked: "Have you thought about it?"
Although there was laughter and noise all around.
But Yu Long could no longer hear any sounds from outsiders. He said in a deep voice: "I have thought about it."
Xia Ji looked at him gently: "This burden is heavier than you think, and you may die badly."
Yu Long said no more. He knelt down with both hands, kowtowed heavily, then knelt down in the most upright posture, and then raised his voice and said: "I am willing to bear the name of the teacher, and I am also willing to bear the cause and effect of the teacher. If there is no teacher, there will be no Yu. Long, I, Yu Long, should take care of your teacher's worries."
Xia Ji looked at him quietly and said softly: "You don't understand..."
Yu Long continued to raise his voice as if no one else was watching: "It's just that my soul is scattered, and my disciple has no regrets."
Xia Ji shook his head.
The next moment, Xie Qiongfeng, Nian Ying, Zhao Yange, and even Feng Chuixue beside him all knelt down and said in unison: "It's just that the soul is gone, and the disciple has no regrets."
At this moment, everyone and everything in the world disappeared.
Only the kneeling disciples and the standing teacher were left.
Xia Ji closed his eyes and said lightly: "Okay."
The crowd's laughter became even louder, because in their opinion, they thought this was a small sect from nowhere...
Xia Ji opened his eyes and glanced at his disciples: "Go ahead and do it. Don't be afraid of hitting the sky. I'm here."
"yes."
Several disciples answered in unison.
Xia Ji heard a burning smell.
He stopped looking at the crowd, walked behind him, and helped Yang Fu, who was kneeling on the ground.
Yang Fu wanted to kneel down, but the force that lifted her up didn't seem to allow her to refuse.
Xia Ji pulled her and said, "Xiao Fu, let's go inside and wait."
In the pavilion, the owner of Wanjian Villa put down his tea cup and hummed softly: "Do you not take me seriously?"
There was evil in his voice.
Xia Ji was neither sad nor happy, and said calmly: "Who do you think you are?"
When he finished saying the word "西", he relaxed his strength slightly and
A strong wind came out of his mouth,
It drives the air current between the sky and the earth, rushing and surging like the unstoppable river rolling eastward, and like the thousand-mile tsunami that rises with the dragon in midsummer.
With a faint utterance, the sky and earth rolled up without light, and the sun and moon lost their color.
The trees, houses, mud, rocks and streams were all driven away by this rough force, and they fled away in panic.
boom! !
Boom! ! !
The pavilion fell down.
Trees were uprooted.
Boulders flew helplessly in the air like confetti.
The houses in the distance were like building blocks that were accidentally stepped on by a naughty giant.
The mountain stream is interrupted and the upper and lower parts are separated.
One word.
A breath of wind.
Blow away all the floating dust in front of you, all right and wrong.
The owner of Wanjian Villa, who was drinking tea elegantly just a moment ago, has been blown away to nowhere.
"He's fine." Xia Ji patted the bride on the back, "Let's wait in the back."
Yang Fu's mind went blank, and she couldn't help but look back.
Four people, including the husband, had already drawn their swords and faced off against nearly a thousand opponents present.
My husband finally put off his humble and polite side and showed his strong side, and killed those who used to be rude and bully.
The other two girls, one of whom was extremely fast, danced dexterously and swiftly among the crowd like a swallow flying over the water, killing people like mowing grass, nothing more.
The other little man was holding the knife and looking at whoever was trying to escape. If anyone escaped, she would go up and hit him with a knife.
Yang Fu regretfully found that her husband was crushed.
As for the chivalrous man, he opened and closed his sword widely, and his sword power was as steady as a mountain. No one could match him wherever he went. He was not bloodthirsty, but he was also angry.
Who wouldn't be angry about the scene just now
Now, the man's anger poured out, and he killed no matter what noble, city captain, or young master.
From his momentum and attitude, Yang Fu felt the smell of a massacre.
These people are monsters,
They are all people who opened Yang Fu's eyes.
if…
There was no other man standing next to them.
The brother of a man who seems to be introverted and shy, afraid to look at others.
The husband's brother didn't even draw his sword, he just grabbed a piece of grass.
A piece of grass in his hand has turned into a murderous knife.
The long grass is like dancing in the wind.
For every movement, someone dies.
He passed by so that the blood would not touch his body or stain his eyes.
Before he took action, he was like a shy big boy,
But when he took action, people suddenly realized that he was a monster wearing human skin, hiding in the world, and having a mysophobia.
No, maybe not a monster.
He was too invincible, his moves were too calm, and there was a look of reluctance on his face. Such a person... Yang Fumo said she had seen him before, but she had never even heard of him.
"How dare you kill the imperial court..."
Someone was shouting, but the words stopped suddenly. It was not that he was silent, but that the dead could no longer speak.
"Do you know who I am?"
There was no answer or follow-up question, because the speaker was dead.
"Crazy, really crazy, you must be from the Demon Sect..."
This man who was used to crazily criticizing others could not finish his speech because he also died.
"This must be magic..."
Before he could finish his words, he was already dead.
"Don't be afraid, everyone. There are only four of them. I have just analyzed their moves. They can only cut, stab, tease, and swing..."
Before he finished speaking, it was death again.
There is too much dust hidden in the soil of the world.
Xia Ji already understood this when he walked out of the imperial capital.
No matter what you do, you will find that what you have done is not as good as a few rumors.
Rumors can be taken out of context, making everything you do worthless, and will make you permanently exhausted.
Why don't the floating clouds cover your eyes
Only one ride away from the mud.
Xia Ji pulled the bride away from such a bloody occasion.
He sat back in the side hall.
Yang Fu lowered her head uneasily.
She already understood to some extent that this was probably not her husband's father, but his teacher.
In the distance, the fighting was still fierce.
Xia Ji suddenly threw out a token, which was the Su family's identity plate. "Take it out and show it to them. If you don't wait too long, the people in the villa will die."
Yang Fu hurriedly took it. She didn't recognize the token, but she still hurried out.
Outside the door, Yang Jing from Wanjian Villa was preparing a sword formation.
Although those four people were terrifying, Wanjian Villa was not unable to resist them.
With a long roar, three thousand disciples who were practicing in the back mountain suddenly flew over.
Yang Fu waved the token in her hand and shouted: "Third Uncle!!"
Yang Jing's face was ashen, with shock, fear, and anger on his face. When he saw Yang Fu, he said angrily: "You have found a good husband!"
Yang Fu didn't say much and handed over the token directly.
Yang Jing subconsciously took the token,
The token is engraved with a five-color dragon, swimming around the edge.
In the center are two strange dragons connected end to end.
The dragon is wrapped around two circles, and a word is carved in ancient script in the middle.
Maybe outsiders don't recognize this word, but Wanjian Villa is not a small power. Yang Jing is the third owner of the Villa, so he naturally recognizes the word "Su".
He couldn't help but tremble, "Whose is it?"
Yang Fu said: "It belongs to my... father-in-law."
Yang Jing's eyes suddenly widened and his mouth opened wide. He recognized the token and knew the identity of the visitor.
He suddenly threw the token back to Yang Fu, waved his hand and said, "Follow me!"
Yang Jing obviously has a lot of prestige in Wanjian Villa. When he gave the order, many elite cadres, direct disciples and elite disciples of the Villa immediately followed him.
Yang Fu said: "Third uncle, no!!"
Her heart is extremely complicated.
Although Third Uncle and the others did something wrong, they are still their own relatives after all.
Whether it was her third uncle who hurt someone on her husband's side, or whether her husband hurt his own family, she couldn't accept it.
But Yang Jing didn't hear her. The third owner of Wanjian Villa was already sweating profusely, his liver and gallbladder were cold, and he was running wildly.
She hurriedly chased after him.
Then I saw a group of disciples from the Villa arriving in front of the side hall.
Yang Fu shouted anxiously: "Third uncle!! No..."
Before she finished speaking, she saw something unbelievable the next second.
Third uncle knelt down.
Everyone behind him was dumbfounded.
Everyone thought they were here to fight, but they didn't expect this to happen, and they were all stunned on the spot.
Yang Jing shouted nervously: "Kneel down!"
Everyone then knelt down one after another and knelt down in darkness.
Kneeling towards the threshold of the side hall.
At the threshold, Xia Ji was drinking tea.
Yang Jing gritted his teeth and said in a trembling voice: "The villain has eyes but no eyes, and I have to apologize to you!"
As he spoke, he kowtowed violently towards the threshold, one after another, without daring to stop.
Behind the threshold, the white-haired man quietly put down the tea cup. He was not happy and proud, and even a little regretful.
We should be happy, why do we have to get to this point
He said calmly: "Get up."
Yang Jing didn't dare to get up and kept kneeling. Although the others didn't know why, no one was stupid. They instantly understood that the white-haired man's status was beyond their imagination.
Three thousand disciples came from the back mountain. Instead of forming a sword formation, they all knelt over.
Soon, the owner of the villa returned wearing tattered clothes.
Due to Xia Ji's control, he was not seriously injured.
But after seeing everyone prostrating, he was stunned and hurriedly sent a message to the kneeling Yang Jing: "Who is he?"
Yang Jing sent a message back: "The Su family."
The owner of the Villa opened his eyes wide, "Really?"
"I saw the identification plate."
The owner of the villa thought back to his power just now. If it weren't for the family, how could he be so powerful
His legs softened, and he knelt down towards the side hall, with tears flowing wildly from the bottom of his heart.
My dear, if you had told me earlier, would my mother-in-law have done this to you
Yang Fu, who was dumbfounded, suddenly heard a message in her ears.
"Go and say something nice to your father-in-law. It's because dad is blind and doesn't recognize people..."
"Dad...this is?"
Yang Fu was completely unable to understand this moment of subversion.
My father-in-law, Yu Lang's teacher, the eldest brother, and others... who are they?
At this time, Xia Ji said again: "Get up."
No one dared to get up.
Xia Ji said: "Can the wedding be held yet?"
"Do it, do it, of course." The owner of Wanjian Villa said hurriedly.
Xia Ji said: "Then everyone get up."
He said again and again, and the kneeling people stood up in fear.
The pressure of the Su family is evident.
…
…
After the bloody banquet.
The bride and groom entered the bridal chamber.
Xia Ji was also ready to leave.
The owner of the village and the rest of the group bowed their heads and sent him away.
When we arrived at the mountain pass, the owner of the village asked, "Sir, why don't you spend the night in the village tonight? I... I have made arrangements to apologize to you."
Xia Ji probably guessed what kind of arrangement it was, and he didn't like this arrangement from the bottom of his heart, but he couldn't change it, so he said: "No, I have to rush back to Jinghu Lake."
The owner of Wanjian Villa wanted to be more polite, but he suddenly wondered what the word "Jinghu" meant.
He finally realized who the man in front of him really was.
He only felt a shiver from his soul sweeping through his body.
actually…
It was actually that adult.
The man who wrote "The Strength of the World" and "The Image of the World".
Preach the myth to the world.
He couldn't imagine it.
The expressions on his face were so colorful that they were indescribable.
When he came back to his senses, there were no more people on the dark mountain road.