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Chapter 463 The Boy Carrying the Coffin ([-])

Joy Inn.

woodshed.

Xiao Er nervously cleaned up a corner of the firewood room, and when he looked back, he found that the boy had already untied the rope that bound the coffin.

He placed the coffin on the ground very carefully.

Then he carried the coffin into the firewood room very carefully.

It seemed that he was afraid that the coffin would be broken.

After doing all this, he looked at the place and seemed very satisfied, so the little girl saw a smile on the corner of his mouth.

"...Guest officer, wait a moment, and the little one will bring you the food."

"Thank you, please give me two more bowls of rice."

"……it is good!"

Xiao Er backed out cautiously.

Xiaoqin took two knives from his waist and put them aside. He sat on the thatched ground with one hand on the coffin.

His fingers seemed to tap the coffin board three times unconsciously, and then he sat cross-legged and began to close his eyes and meditate.

He didn't close the chai gate until the waiter brought the food.

The wind howled outside the door.

It was quiet and peaceful in the firewood room.

……

……

Zhou Yuan.

This is a huge garden.

It is also the residence of Zhou Dashan.

There are naturally rockery and flowing water in the garden.

It's just that the running water or the lotus pond have been frozen and covered by thick snow.

There are many trees planted in the garden, and the plum tree that blooms in winter is indispensable.

In the plum forest, there is an antique two-story pavilion.

Zhou Dashan is sitting on the second floor of this small pavilion at this moment, boiling a pot of tea and entertaining two extremely important guests.

"Today's weather is a bit cold, without sunlight, the plum blossoms look a little dim."

He poured two cups of tea, handed them to each other, and said:
"Speaking of which, I'm not afraid that the two of you will laugh at me. Originally, this Meilin wanted to learn the style of Jingdu Meiyuan. What happened?"

He shook his head and smiled slightly: "The old man is a rough person after all, painting a tiger is not a bad dog."

"It's no wonder that in the spring of the 11th year of Zhaohua, when that nobleman came, he sneered at this, saying that the old man should not say that he learned the charm of the plum garden in Kyoto, even the superficial difference."

"At that time, the old man wanted to flatten this large plum garden, but the nobleman said that's it. In the winter season, they can always add some bright colors to this place."

Sitting on his left is Chang Baishu, one of the three elders of the Green Gang, the master of Jiangnan martial arts.

Sitting on his right is the head of the Daqi Gang, Bei Ma Xiao, Xifeng Wei Changhe.

At this moment, Wei Changhe asked suddenly: "I have lived outside the customs for a long time, but I don't know who is the noble person you mentioned?"

Mr. Zhou Dashan waved his hand, "Since she is a noble person, of course she is a noble person. Brother Wei, please be considerate. I really can't say her name."

Wei Changhe didn't ask this question again, since Zhou Dashan invited him and Chang Baishu to enjoy the plum blossoms today, it is very normal to boast about his background.

It's just... Did he really mean that?

Sure enough, Zhou Dashan spoke again:

"Over the years, with the care of that nobleman and the help of the brothers in Jianghu, the old man's business in Zhouzhuang is quite good, and the old man's life was not worry-free."

"But……"

Zhou Dashan glanced at the faces of the two, took a sip of the tea cup, and sighed:
"Brother Chang, brother Wei, should already know about that boy named Xiaoqin."

Of course they knew about it.

The whole world probably knows about this by now.

A young man came from outside the pass.

He is carrying a coffin.

It is said that he is a lucky survivor of the Qinjian Villa that was destroyed 15 years ago.

He came to Zhouzhuang to seek revenge on this good man Zhou.

"Actually, when the old man heard the news, he invited some experts to meet him. What happened?"

"As a result, there was no news of the people the old man invited, but it was the young man who had already arrived in Zhouzhuang!"

"Not long ago, news finally came back that the masters that the old man hired... all died in his hands!"

Chang Baishu and Wei Changhe were slightly taken aback, "Who did you invite?"

"Among them are Qiu Lin, the left-handed sword of Yi'an Hall, Zhu Youxian, the eight-step chasing soul of the Beggar Clan, and Murong Ruyan, the Ruyan sword from the Murong family in Gusu, and so on."

Chang Baishu and Wei Changhe were taken aback.

Because these three people alone are extremely famous in the Jianghu.

With the sword in his left hand, Qiu Lin, his martial arts has reached the lower level of the second realm.

His swordsmanship is superb, and he likes to take a slant, which is often hard to guard against.

Zhu Youxian, the eight-step chasing soul, is an intermediate level in the second realm. Not to mention his dog-beating stick technique, his lightness kung fu alone is comparable to few people in the world.

And Murong Ruyan, the Ruyan Sword of the Murong Family in Gusu... She is a woman, but she is not a simple woman!

She is only 32 years old, but she is already at the top of the second realm!
She is known as the most likely genius of the Murong family except for the head of the family, Murong He!

Even if Chang Baishu is facing off against her untraceable Ruyan Sword, even if Chang Baishu is already at a low level, he has to deal with it carefully.

Such characters are actually dead!
Chang Baishu asked in disbelief: "They all died at the hands of that young man?"

Zhou Dashan nodded: "It's all."

Wei Changhe frowned, and asked:

"Have you checked the fatal place?"

"Checked, all died under one knife!"

As soon as these words came out, Chang Baishu and Wei Changhe immediately looked at each other, both of them were shocked.

Being able to kill such a master with a single blow, doesn't it mean that the young man has at least one level of skill?
I heard he was only 16 years old...

The genius boy Wang Zhenghaoxuan of Mu Shandao is also 16 years old, and he has only reached the second level.

Isn't this boy named Xiaoqin even more talented than Wang Zhenghaoxuan?

If such a person is allowed to grow up, I'm afraid he will become another great master!

Thinking of that incident 15 years ago, both of them felt a sinking heart at this moment, and their faces became extremely solemn.

"Then he must die!"

Zhou Dashan stroked his long beard, "Of course he must die!"

"I invite the two of you to come here today, just to discuss how he will die."

"He came to avenge Qinjian Villa."

"If he really killed the old man... the old man deserved to die."

"What the old man is worried about is that after he killed the old man... those who besieged Qinjian Villa back then have lived a very good life these years."

Zhou Dashan picked up the teacup again, his gray eyebrows raised slightly: "For example, you two."

"One became famous and became the elder of the Green Gang, and the other recruited troops outside the customs and became a powerful party."

"Of course there's the one from Yi'an Hall, and... too many, the old man has almost forgotten."

"But the old man is worried that the boy has not forgotten!"

Zhou Dashan took a sip of tea, put down the cup, and looked at the plum blossom outside the window.

"On that night 15 years ago, 360 people, number seven, died in Qinjian Villa. The family property accumulated for hundreds of years in Qinjian Villa was divided up by the big guys."

"The young master was only one year old at that time."

"He shouldn't have remembered."

"But he came anyway."

"Who told him all that?"

"After thinking about it these days, I'm afraid there is only one person!"

Wei Changhe asked: "There was no one left alive that night, who would it be?"

Zhou Dashan pondered for three breaths, and spit out a name——

"Xi Wei!"

(End of this chapter)