Sheng Fu

Chapter 154
When the saber fell, all the members of the Wang family were terrified, they did not dare to make the slightest movement, and obediently prostrated themselves on the ground.

Personal life and death are irrelevant, and the tribe must not be involved.

The old housekeeper, Wang Hou, was trembling, and two lines of hot tears were faintly falling down his withered face. The eldest son was in the prime of his life, and he just disappeared. With the eldest son's talent, it would not be difficult to step into the Guiyuan realm in the future, and it might be a shock to Ling Xiao.

Murong Qiushui was in a trance for a while, it was easy for Wang Ju to die like this.

He said solemnly: "From now on, my Guyue Pavilion is the affiliated sect of Hengchang Sect."

She wanted to take a gamble, betting that the head of Bagu could go very far in the future, and she was right, this person Wang Ling undoubtedly deepened the girl's sense of security in Guyue Pavilion.

Yu Wenjun said softly: "Wu Mi, it's your turn."

Wu Mi understood immediately, her aura was in full bloom, she held a blood spear in her hand, and killed the royal family's followers like chopping melons and vegetables, no matter how high or low her cultivation level was, all blood spears pierced through her chest.

A master of the Great Yellow Court didn't want to sit still and stood up to fight for a chance of survival, but his fighting strength was far from that of the skinny swordsman, and Wu Mi pierced his throat with a bloody spear as soon as he met him.

It was a one-sided massacre.

This massacre was enough to seriously injure the vitality of the Wang family in Cangwuzhou. With so many followers dead, it is estimated that not many people will be willing to serve the Wang family in the future.

Wang Hou saw it in his eyes and said nothing, his heart was bleeding.

The bank was poured with blood and there were corpses everywhere.

Wu Mi's blood spear was shining brightly, reflecting the palpitating light of blood.

Yu Wenjun said a little helplessly: "I want to make peace with the family, but the family is too bullying. After today, your royal family's prestige will be greatly reduced."

"However, in the eyes of some people, you have come to me to test the depths, so your death is not unjust."

"Go back and tell your Patriarch, if you dare to test the bottom line again, you will destroy the three clans."

Wang Hou kowtowed his head heavily, and with tears in his eyes, he crawled back.

Wu Mi's blood spear pierced the sky, revealing a majestic blood, covering the sky and the earth, the corpses on the ground floated up, merged into the blood light, and gradually turned into nothingness.

Murong Qiushui praised: "Miss Wu Mi, she is invincible at the same level."

Yu Wenjun thought for a while and said: "As far as the current situation is concerned, she is indeed invincible at the same level. It depends on whether there will be one or two variables in the future."

Murong Qiushui said: "The road ahead will be difficult."

Yu Wenjun looked at the calm lake, and said slowly: "Next, many disciples of your Guyue Pavilion will be entrusted by their parents to leave Guyue Pavilion and completely draw a line with you."

"The owner of the pavilion has been operating for many years, and I am afraid that there will be very few left."

Many girls in Guyue Pavilion followed their parents' wishes and came to Guyue Pavilion to practice, not for anything else, but to marry a good family and honor their ancestors. Now Guyue Pavilion is completely on the opposite side of the southern family. Naturally, the parents of those girls Unwilling to bear such a great pressure, it is wise to draw a clear line with Guyue Pavilion.

Murong Qiushui smiled brightly and said: "My lord, I was joking. Only those who can accompany you through the storms are the real ones. However, it is estimated that some girls will leave me due to various pressures, but there is absolutely no such thing as what the lord thinks." So bleak."

Yu Wenjun smiled shyly: "Actually, I don't think so bleakly."

Murong Qiushui laughed silently, and said: "That's good, thank you young master for thinking in a good direction, young master is really considerate."

Yuwenjun: "..."

"There will be work next."

Murong Qiushui nodded slightly.

At this moment, in the distance, two young women came slowly leading two first-class war horses.

Yu Wenjun and Wu Mi left on horseback, heading towards Dijian Valley.

After the young leader of Bagu walked away, Murong Qiushui smiled and said: "Everyone says that the family is great, but I think it's nothing more than that."

"Haven't you knelt down to us women?"

Ye Yun giggled and said, "Isn't that right, I dare not move when I kneel on the ground."

The girl in Guyue Pavilion let out Yingyingyanyan's laughter at the same time, it was the first time she laughed so presumptuously at such a big age, and it was the first time she felt the so-called arrogance and joy.

This matter can't be covered by fire, the Governor of Yueming State chose to remain silent after knowing about it. After Guangyin Sect was exterminated, Yueming State completely lost the right to speak in the southern land.

Many people think that it doesn't matter, as long as the person who dies is not from Yueming State.

At least in the hearts of the people of Yueming State, Guyue Pavilion is the number one sect at the moment.

Similarly, the news that Mr. Yuwen holds Wang Ling is naturally unrestrained, and will soon be known by the entire human race.

Relying on Ren Wangling to do things willfully, that's about it.

The next day, early in the morning.

The mountain was filled with mist, Yu Wenjun and Wu Mi rode their horses up the river for about half an hour, and finally saw the outline of the gate ahead.

The architectural pattern of Dijian Valley is simple and exquisite. The house construction is not deliberately close to the mountains and rivers, but it is patchwork. Everything is simple. Standing outside the valley, you can faintly hear the sound of iron hammering inside.

The two came to the gate of Dijian Valley.

When the distinguished guests arrived, Yan Beiyou, the owner of the valley, led a group of elites to greet them in person.

What they should have known, they already knew, regardless of other reasons, Yan Beiyou had to personally lead the crowd to welcome him just because he was the leader of Bagu.

As the sun rose, the fog in the mountains gradually dispersed.

Yan Beiyou was tall and strong, with slender limbs, and an average face, but his eyes were starry, revealing a pure spirit.

He bowed his hands to Lord Yuwen and said, "Dijiangu Yanbeiyou met Mr. Yuwen."

Yu Wenjun quickly supported Yan Beiyou's arms, and said with a soft smile: "Gu master does not need to be too polite, although I am the head of the eight Gu, but in terms of seniority, the valley master is my senior, and the younger generation can't afford the senior gift." .”

Yan Beiyou smiled warmly and said: "Young master is very handsome, you won't be surprised to receive a gift from me, please come inside."

The wind in Dijian Valley is magnificent, and there is water from high mountains pouring into the river. The water here comes from the depths of Henglong Mountain. The water quality is gloomy and majestic. It is most suitable for tempering swords, and it is also extremely suitable for brewing wine.

Halfway up the mountain there is a courtyard, everything in the courtyard is simple, without the elegant demeanor of a famous family. The only valuable thing is probably the root carving table and chairs placed in the main hall.

Its wood should be golden ancient wood, and the root carving tables and chairs are golden in color and full of brilliance. I heard that the throne of His Majesty the Emperor was polished with ancient golden wood ten thousand years ago.

Yan Beiyou poured the tea himself, while his son Yanzhao stood obediently behind his father, waiting for orders. From the corner of his eyes, he observed Wu Mi intentionally or unintentionally. He was probably the most beautiful besides his mother when he grew up. woman.

The fragrance of tea is overflowing, Yan Beiyou introduced: "It's not some expensive tea, but there are some wild tea trees growing in the mountains, so we can drink it alive."

Yu Wenjun took a sip, the taste was close to Longquan clear water, but the flavor was not long, but full of aura.

He said gently: "Things in the mountains have their own spirituality. It is also my honor to drink this tea."

Yan Beiyou said meaningfully: "I am honored..."

(End of this chapter)