A Taoist nun was sitting in a sedan chair, with a dust whisk in the crook of her left hand.
The dust whisk was obviously only repaired in the past two years, and it was very new.
The Taoist's eyebrows and eyes don't look very old, but they always give people an old-fashioned feeling, and they have a strange and disgusting temperament.
Wang Po hated her very much. If it wasn't for her husband, he would have cut off one of her arms two years ago.
Of course, apart from people like Wang Po, no one dared to show any disgust towards that Taoist nun.
Because this Taoist nun has a very violent temper, because this Taoist nun is called Infinite Bi, one of the previous generations of Bafang Fengfeng, a strong man in the sacred field.
There was no one in the other sedan chair.
The person who was sitting in the sedan chair was standing beside Wang Po at this time.
It was a very fat middle-aged man, wearing a bright yellow shirt, the fat in his abdomen drooping from his belt, looking a little funny.
But again no one dared to make fun of him.
Because he is the King of Xiang, the most powerful prince in the Great Zhou court, with the support of countless troops and ministers.
And not long ago, he finally broke through that threshold and became the first real strongman of the Chen family to enter the sacred realm after the late emperor.
The latter matter, until today, few people know.
Until he came to Wenshui City from Kyoto, took a sedan chair to Jiming Mountain, walked to Wang Po's side and stood side by side with him, and saw a beautiful landscape in front of him.
Wang Po said: "I didn't expect that."
Xiang Wang said with emotion: "I didn't think of it either."
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Wind and snow enveloped Wenshui City, and also enveloped the ancestral hall.
The black eaves were covered with snow, and the white ones were beautiful, but the white walls were not whiter, but instead looked darker when reflected by the snow in the courtyard.
In the intermittent, sometimes dense and sometimes sparse wind and snow, the light sprinkled from the sky is constantly changing, sometimes dark and sometimes bright.
Between light and darkness, many figures appeared in the wind and snow.
The assassins wore white clothes and covered their faces, like a snowstorm, with a chill all over their bodies, making it difficult to be spotted.
Tang Sanshiliu discovered them the first time they appeared, and that was because they didn't care about being discovered by him.
Tang Thirty-Six narrowed his eyes.
The cold wind was blowing on his face, but it failed to reduce the heat, and his greasy hair was floating because he hadn't washed it for a long time.
He feels a little bad, because the picture is not beautiful enough, and because the smell is not good.
He looked at the white-clothed assassins in the courtyard of the ancestral hall, scratched his head, and said, "There are so many of you beating me up? It's so unfair."
Naturally, those white-clothed assassins would not answer, and looked at him expressionlessly.
Tang Thirty-Six looked up at the old priest.
He was sitting on the futon at this time, and the old priest was standing beside him. If he wanted to see the old priest's face more clearly, he needed to raise his head high.
You can say that he is like a duck waiting to be killed, or you can say that he is like a proud goose.
Yes, no matter how cold and terrifying the breath of these assassins who sneaked into the ancestral hall through the wind and snow was, they could not be opponents of the old priest.
But these assassins obviously didn't care, and their eyes only fell on him, so there was only one explanation.
The second master of the Tang family wants to kill Tang Thirty-Six. Where does the confidence come from
Because the old priest who stayed in the ancestral hall belonged to him.
The old priest said: "I'm sorry, young master."
Tang Thirty-Six smiled and said, "I'm sorry for your mother."
The old priest raised his right hand and patted it on the top of his head.
The wind and snow came suddenly, and the candles in the depths of the ancestral hall shook violently, and the front rows went out directly. More than ten tablets rolled down from the shelf and smashed into several pieces on the ground.
Tang Thirty-Six moved.
The futon shattered into countless pieces under his body, and a cloud of highly poisonous smoke filled the air.
He rolled and crawled towards the snow-covered courtyard.
Obviously, there is no Tang family's defense force in the ancestral hall, but he has made preparations in advance.
It's just that he didn't expect at the time that the person who wanted to kill him would be an offering from the Tang family.
Of course the poisonous smoke in the futon is very powerful, but how can it poison the opponent to death
The old priest was a generation of elders of the Longevity Sect back then, and his real energy was extremely profound, and his realm had already reached the peak of the stars, which could be called a half-step sacred.
Not to mention that Tang Thirty-Six is now at the initial stage of gathering stars, even if he suddenly exploded with ten times his strength, how could he be able to withstand this critical blow
He rolled and crawled towards the courtyard, how could he escape the envelope of the palm wind
The old priest's palm fell like a mountain.
The wind and snow in the courtyard of the ancestral hall seemed to be drawn by an invisible force. The wind was calm, and the snow fell suddenly.
Seeing that the palm of the old priest was about to fall on top of Tang Sanshiliu's head.
Suddenly, the wind in the courtyard came alive again, and snowflakes fell one after another.
A sword light appeared in the wind and snow.
This sword light was extremely bright, illuminating the wintersweet snow bench in the courtyard and the eyes of the assassins.
This sword is bright and extremely gloomy, and has lost all aura, as if it has been contaminated with fallen leaves and dust for more than a hundred days, and has merged with the ancestral hall.
A few snowflakes falling from the sky suddenly turned red.
It was red with blood.
There was an inconceivable look on the old priest's face.
The palm wind whizzed up.
Jian Guang walked silently.
All the candles in the ancestral hall were extinguished immediately.
The densely packed tablets fell down one after another.
Numerous palm prints and sword marks appeared on the beams, columns and walls.
With a soft chirp, the ancestral hall fell silent again.
The old priest stood on the stone steps in front of the ancestral hall.
His left palm was pierced by a sword, and blood flowed.
A deep sword mark also appeared on his left chest, and blood gradually overflowed.
His right palm overlapped with the opponent's left palm.
His opponent was a man dressed as a servant.
The man was very ordinary and could not find any characteristics.
In the past five years, this man's shoulders have been drooping, just like Wang Po on the Jiming Mountain outside the city at this time.
But today it was not possible, because his left wrist up to his shoulder had been shattered by the old priest's palm.
Who is this person, who actually ended up losing both sides in the battle against the old priest of the Tang family!
Even if it was a sneak attack, it was still unbelievable.
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The old priest vaguely remembered this person, it should be the dumb servant in the ancestral hall.
Of course he knew at this time that the other party could never be an ordinary dumb servant.
And the other party is not the master of the Tang family arranged by the old man, because he knows all the secrets of the Tang family.
So who is this master who pretends to be a dumb servant and sweeps the courtyard in the Tang Family Ancestral Hall for half a year
To successfully attack a semi-sacred strong man, he must be a very professional assassin, and his level must be similar.
Star-gathering peak? There is only one assassin of this level in the mainland today.
Knowing the other party's identity, the old priest narrowed his pupils and shouted, "Do it!"
This is naturally for those white-clothed assassins.
But at this most critical moment, he forgot a very important thing.
The white-clothed assassins rushed towards Tang Thirty-Six in the courtyard, their sword intent was fierce and sinister, and it was countless times colder than the snow in deep winter, which made people shudder.
In the fluttering wind and snow, countless cold sword lights appeared, followed by the sound of sharp blades breaking through the body and muffled groans.
The blood sprinkled on the snow in the courtyard was particularly dazzling.
Several assassins fell in a pool of blood, no longer breathing.
These assassins were of high standard and were extremely vigilant, but they never thought that the sneak attack came from their companions.
The sharp and sinister sword intent enveloped the courtyard of the Tang Family Ancestral Hall.
The mute servant retreated into the courtyard.
The seven assassins in white came to his side.