Xianye

Chapter 12 Relics
Huaxi waterside pavilions, pavilions and curved bridges, warm buildings and pavilions, Guanghu and Bishan.

Although this Chen family mansion is magnificent and beautiful, every few steps, there are servants and maidservants holding pots and tea, but everyone in the lobby has no intention of admiring it, all of them are frowning, with dark expressions Angry and embarrassed.

"Heng's father's relic? No, no!"

Hearing the patriarch Chen Kuang's question, Chen Zhan, whose back was already rickety, leaned on his cane, and there was a bit of sullenness on his old face:
"Sit back and watch him being taken up the mountain by the Xuanzhen Sect, it is already inhumane in the clan. Now, how can we take it without asking and use his father's relics to fight off the enemy? Not a son of man! Not a son of man!"

Asking Chen Zhan to speak first, several clan elders who had good friends with him also dissuaded him one after another, expressing their opinions, and the originally dull hall suddenly became noisy.

"Okay! Stop!"

The veins on Chen Kuang's forehead were twitching wildly, he let out a loud shout, and his old body exploded with fierce blood, suppressing the sound.

"Not being a son of man? It's ridiculous, it's ridiculous! Didn't the clan provide him with food and clothing? It hasn't made him dedicate himself to the clan, but he just borrowed some of his father's relics. What's on your mind?"

Chen Kuang's old eyes were sharp, and he stared at Chen Zhan coldly:
"Back then, the clan only borrowed your hand to educate Chen Heng, and he hasn't formally adopted you yet! What are you trying to do here!"

"Besides..."

He turned to those clan elders again:
"Since Chen Heng joined the Xuanzhen School, he has never sent a single letter in the past three years. For such a mean and ungrateful person, you are here to speak for him, treating him as a member of the Chen clan? I hate this surname!"

"Back then, it was true that we did a poor job, and he should have complained even if he had complaints."

A clan elder persuaded him: "A dignified young master, reduced to become the leader of others, this is the place where the clan can't forgive him."

"There is nothing wrong with him in the clan. If there is no support from the clan, how can he be a son? I—"

Before Chen Kuang could finish speaking, he was interrupted by Chen Zhan's scepter on the ground.

"The family has raised him, but this kindness has been repaid long after he entered the mountain, and there is still a lot left."

Chen Zhan took a few steps forward: "Don't you dare to say frankly that after he went up the mountain, you didn't use the tiger skin of the Xuanzhen sect to make profits for yourself? Could it be that the few land houses in the west city and the fertile land outside the city are not yours?" Did you earn it in Heng'er's name?"

"Even the fact that Xi'er was picked up by Taoist Yangshan and asked for it, isn't it because of your arrogance? Not only did you beat the Taoist boy of Yangshan Taoist, but you also threatened to ask Xuanzhen to send out Taoist soldiers to destroy the practice field of Yangshan Taoist , who can you blame?!"

"..."

Chen Kuang was speechless for a moment, but turned his face away in shame and anger.

Who would have thought that Yan Zhen would die!

The biggest reliance and backer of his Chen family just fell down suddenly!

That day, he took advantage of his alcohol to severely humiliate Yangshan Taoist, who had always been filthy on weekdays. Seeing the face of Yangshan Taoist who dared not speak out, he was really happy.

But things are always impermanent.

It didn't take long.

After Yan Zhen died, the news of Chen Heng's punishment spread to Rong Guo.

The Chen family lost their voices in astonishment.

Yangshan Taoist applauded with high fives, drank wine all day and night, and even courted the eight daughters.

after this.

Taoist Yangshan not only demanded ten thousand taels of silver and ten boxes of pearl topaz from the Chen family, but also forced the patriarch Chen Kuang to marry his youngest daughter Chen Xi as his concubine.

Without the protection of Xuanzhen Sect, the Chen family is powerless to fight Yangshan Taoist. Seeing that, they are in jeopardy...

"Hey, Xi'er, come in."

Facing a crowd of unhappy clan elders, Chen Kuang sighed heavily and stretched out his hand.

With unheard footsteps, a thirteen-four-year-old girl in a pink skirt turned outside the door. She has fair skin, almost blown to pieces, beautiful and delicate, and her expression is even more pitiful. .

After Chen Xi was called in by his father, he saluted all the elders with tears in his eyes.Standing timidly in the middle of the hall.

"Brothers in the clan, after all, Xi'er is my little girl, how can I be willing to bear it?"

Chen Kuang also had tears in his eyes, and pointed tremblingly at Chen Xi who was as slender as a willow Fufeng in the hall: "Look at her young and innocent appearance, if she is sent to Yangshan Taoist, how can she come back alive?"

"Thirteenth brother, I know you don't like me, it's all because my son's idiot made his own way and trapped Heng'er in Yan Zhen's hands, making you resent me all the time."

After he glanced at Chen Zhan, he suddenly prostrated himself on the ground: "Ke Xi'er also called you uncle after all, and you watched him grow up. Third brother, I beg you, please save her once!"

Chen Kuang burst into tears.

Chen Zhan's complexion was cloudy and uncertain.

But before Chen Zhan could reply, a young man's arrogant laughter spread throughout the Chen family.

"Save her? How? Do you have other means?"

The young man's voice was erratic, like a ghost: "My father is going to marry this girl, who dares to disobey? Maybe after he wins the first place, I can still have a drink of thick soup!"

"Not good!" Chen Kuang's face suddenly changed.

The laughter was so loud, but the family members and guards in the mansion didn't react at all. They were obviously suppressed silently, and it was too late to even warn.

"Thirteenth brother! Hurry up! Third brother, please!"

He yelled at Chen Zhan, and jumped down from the hall, carrying his daughter on his back, trying to escape.

But before he could rush out of the living room, a group of men in yellow blocked the exit, and the bearded man at the head beat Chen Kuang backwards with just one slap, spitting blood from his mouth.

"Damn...Xiao Ding, go get that wooden box from my dark room!"

Seeing this scene, Chen Zhan no longer hesitated, and shouted loudly.

After he sat at the table, a 30-year-old man with a white face and no beard nodded, and rushed out of the hall in an instant with a single movement of his toes, not even the bearded man could stop him.

"Good! Good!"

Seeing that the guard Chen Zhan had such a good movement, Chen Kuang, who was vomiting blood, laughed wildly. He carefully put his daughter Chen Xi aside, summoned up his energy again, and fought towards the big bearded man.

"Go! Go together! Drag it until Xiao Ding comes back!"

The other elders of the Chen clan also roared, rushed over, and started fighting with the group of men in yellow.

Although their aura was good for a while, after all they were old and frail, lacking in energy and blood, and finally they were suppressed by the fearless man in yellow.

"This is……"

Chen Kuang, who raised his palm and beat a man in yellow until his brains burst, suddenly softened, and his eyes showed disbelief: "Is this poison? It's a powerful poison."

"Exactly, if it wasn't for the poison, it would be difficult for us to come in with a big swagger." The arrogant young man's voice sounded again.

"Big job! Shameless!"

"Old guy, do you want to delay the time until that little thing called Xiaoding comes to rescue you?"

The boy laughed again.

Chen Kuang suddenly had a bad feeling in his heart, he raised his head by accident, and there was a skinned blood corpse lying not far from the living room.

The blood corpse can no longer see the appearance before the body, but still holds a wooden box in his arms.

Inside the box are an ancient book and some strange talismans.

"Xiao Ding!" Chen Zhan's eyes were tearing apart.

Chen Kuang felt that his head went black for a moment, his movements slowed down for a moment, his arm bone was broken by the kick of the bearded man, he fell and flew, and it was difficult to get up again.

"Hey, cousin, this little girl's skin is tender."

The big bearded man waved his hand again, and beat a clan elder who had stepped forward to stop him flying, and his body smashed into blood clots against the wall.

He stretched out his big palm-leaf fan and grabbed Chen Xi in his palm:
"After enjoying it with your uncle, how about giving her to me?"

"You crude embryo can only eat people, who dares to give her to you? No!"

The young man laughed strangely again, his voice was erratic, no matter how anxious Chen Zhan searched, he couldn't find his real body.

"You bad boy is getting less and less cute."

The bearded man grumbled, and looked at the wooden box and talisman in the arms of the blood corpse: "What is that? If I bring it to my uncle, will it please him?"

"Chen Heng's father left heresy, it's useless!"

"Oh."

The big bearded man responded with a disappointment.

At this time, there was no suspense in the fight between the two sides, it was almost a one-sided massacre, only a few clan elders like Chen Zhan were still struggling to resist.

"Gu... gu..."

The bearded man glanced boredly, and he looked at the girl in his hand. The fragrance of the girl's body made him move his index finger.

"The side door left by my father?"

At this time, a voice as gentle as jade suddenly came.

The people on both sides of the fight were stunned, and far away from the gate of the mansion, there were faintly two white horses with people on them.

"Why, I have never heard that my father still has relics left behind?"

The bearded man's face changed, he seemed to have thought of something, and he was about to throw the big knife.

But he just raised his hand halfway.

A feathered arrow suddenly shot through the air, directly piercing his head.

The blood was like bursting watermelon juice, and Chen Xi, who was splashed all over his head and face, was stunned and couldn't even cry.

The sharp arrow pierced through the air.

In the dense and dazzling shadow of arrows, the fleeing men in yellow were shot and killed lightly.

The head exploded, red and white things dripped all over the ground, and the stench was unpleasant.

This extremely freehand and extremely bloody scene left Chen Zhan dumbfounded. He looked at the door of the mansion, his hands trembling uncontrollably.

"Chen Heng? You are crazy! How dare you kill my cousin like this!"

The arrogant boy's voice sounded again. At this moment, the calmness like a cat catching a mouse was lost, but a little panic was added.

at the gate of the mansion.

Chen Heng glanced behind him indifferently, the woman in the fox fur coat who followed him all the way immediately understood, took a feather arrow in her hand, and handed it to him respectfully.

"You hide it badly."

The fingers that played the piano since childhood were as long as jade, and easily pulled the six-stone bow into a full moon, but the palms did not tremble at all, just like an ancient pool that has not wavered for thousands of years.

Heaven and man bend their bows.

The arrow is as light as electricity.

There was a sound of the bowstring, and a figure fell down from the top of a water pavilion along with the sound of pain.

(End of this chapter)