The road to Jianghu started from the martial arts hall

Chapter 259 Love each other as a family
Fang Xun felt indescribably strange when he heard someone calling him uncle.

However, according to seniority, it is not wrong for Yu Jiaolong's nephew to call him uncle. I can only say that this child is quite polite.

Seeing the other party's uneasy expression, Fang Xun said kindly.

"Don't be afraid. Your aunt asked me to come find you."

"Aunt Zhaoning?"

After hearing this, the young master's uneasy expression was obviously relieved and he believed it immediately.

Fang Xun kept shaking his head in his heart when he saw that he was relieved. After all, the child was only nine years old. He believed everything he said and was not wary of outsiders at all.

"Uncle, Aunt Zhaoning is a very nice person, unlike my second uncle who has a stern face all day long and gets spanked if he can't recite the book."

"My father is away all year round, and only Aunt Zhaoning is at home to play with me."

As if the tense string in his heart suddenly relaxed, the young master became more talkative and kept telling Fang Xun about his daily family life.

This also gave Fang Xun some understanding of Yu Jiaolong's family situation.

Among the three generations of the Prince of Yue's Mansion, the older generation is the Prince of Yue and his two brothers, and below them are Yu Jiaolong and her two brothers.

The eldest brother, Wan Zhaoyu, was extremely talented and broke through to the Grandmaster level of Divine Will in his early thirties. However, with a higher realm, it was much more difficult for him to have children.

It was not until ten years ago that she gave birth to a son, the little prince, when she was over 100 years old.

The second son, Wan Zhaohua, is in his early eighties this year, and his son, Wan Qingfeng, is thirty-six this year. He achieved a breakthrough in divine power six years ago. Fang Xun suspects that he is the eighth hall master who joined Sanyue Hall the latest.

And now, Yu Jiaolong's eldest brother has died, and among the older generation, only Yu Jiaolong's mother, Princess Yue, is left, who is seriously injured and dying.

These news had already spread throughout Wuzhou during the time that Lei Qing was taking him around.

As the young master was talking, he seemed to be sad and suddenly burst into tears.

"Wow, what on earth is going on? Why did Daddy become like this? I want to go home so much."

Fang Xun immediately comforted him, and it took a while for the young master to calm down.

"You can't go back yet. Follow me first. I will take you home when it's safe."

"I always listen to my uncle!"

Fang Xun looked at this time and found that he and Xiao Meng had practiced dual cultivation for a whole night yesterday, and it was already light outside.

After baking a few steamed buns for the young master to fill his stomach, he took him out of the cave. The two figures, one big and one small, quickly disappeared into the forest and headed towards Linzhou, preparing to turn back to Jiangzhou.

The situation in the palace was complicated and puzzling, so Fang Xun certainly would not go there directly with a burden. Even if he wanted to go, he had to settle the person down first.

He believed that Yu Jiaolong thought the same way.

In the evening, the autumn wind was bleak, and the sky cleared up after the rain before night fell again soon.

Yu Jiaolong looked at the tall and majestic city in front of her, and her mind became unusually complicated.

"Finally I'm going home, but this is the situation. Dad, I will avenge you!"

She looked downcast, and it was obvious that she had heard about the death of the King of Yue.
The moat surrounding Jianye City was surging with waves. For a moment, Yu Jiaolong didn't know whether she was homesick or for some other reason, but she stood at the city gate for a long time without moving.

But in the end, she pursed her lips and took her first step resolutely.

At the city gate, a sharp-eyed soldier recognized her immediately upon seeing her, but seeing that she was entering the city alone and looked unhappy, no one bothered her.

He just silently cleared a path for Yu Jiaolong and sent someone to inform the palace: Princess Zhaoning is back.

After Yu Jiaolong entered the city, she was like a lion or tiger cleaning the streets. Pedestrians gave way wherever she passed.

And she didn't know that the palace guards were following her from a distance, both openly and secretly.

Yu Jiaolong ignored the guards and walked to the end of a busy street in the northeast of Jianye City.

I saw a huge mansion in front of me, with halls and pavilions rising and falling. A river was dug in the mansion, leading directly to the Nulong River. It covered hundreds of acres and had a wide terrain.

The surface of the vermilion gate was decorated with shining copper rings, and a pair of red-ink stone unicorns, both two meters tall, crouched on the left and right. There was a gatehouse at the door.

But now it is all plain mourning, and on the twelve jade steps in front of the gate, two rows of elite soldiers, each of whom is an expert in opening meridians, stand solemnly, but none of them wear armor, but mourning clothes.

In front of the open door, there stood a heroic man in mourning.

The man looked very proud, his eyes were filled with sadness, and his face was tense. When he saw Yu Jiaolong, his expression relaxed instantly, and he finally revealed a forced smile. He hurried forward and stretched out his hand to call out.

"Aunt Zhaoning!"

But Yu Jiaolong just stood there quietly, looking at her nephew with a look filled with indifference and vigilance.

After Fang Xun beheaded Duan Qingran in the street and took the young master away, the news began to spread rapidly.

On the way here, Yu Jiaolong also learned about this.

Now, people in the martial arts world are discussing who will be the king between the two princes and princesses, Wan Qingfeng and Yu Jiaolong.

Yu Jiaolong knew Fang Xun's character. If Duan Qingran was just Wan Qingfeng's retainer, he would at most seriously injure Duan Qingran and take his nephew away, but would not kill him. But since Fang Xun killed someone in the street without any hesitation, it meant that there was something wrong with Duan Qingran.

And Duan Qingran's master, Wan Qingfeng, might also have problems!
Yu Jiaolong's cold gaze made Wan Qingfeng freeze in his tracks. He slowly lowered his outstretched hand, and then he showed a bitter smile on his face.

"I know that my aunt has misunderstood me, but Qingfeng really has no intention of taking the throne. My aunt is the elder and has broken through the divine will. Even if we follow the order of succession, it should be my aunt who should lead the overall situation."

Regarding the succession to the throne, it does not matter whether one is a man or a woman, but breaking through the divine will is a hard condition, so Yu Jiaolong's second brother Wan Zhaohua, who has just entered the state of enlightenment, has no chance of the throne.

The throne will only fall to her and Wan Qingfeng.

After hearing what the other party said, Yu Jiaolong was stunned and she was not sure whether what she said to Wan Qingfeng was really from the heart.

But looking at her nephew's expression, her words seemed sincere yet fake, and she was confused for a moment.

"Is it possible that Qingfeng is fine, and the problem is only with Duan Qingran?"

Yu Jiaolong's eyes relaxed a little, but she remained alert in her heart and said with a heavy face.

"Let's not talk about the throne. Let's take him to see dad and big brother first."

Wan Qingfeng's face also became serious: "Aunt, not only grandpa and uncle, but grandma too..."

Yu Jiaolong's eyes immediately turned red, and she felt dizzy. She asked in a daze, "Mother..."

Wan Qingfeng said sadly: "Grandma was seriously injured and didn't make it."

After he finished speaking, as if he couldn't bear to say any more, he silently took a step forward and led the way. Yu Jiaolong followed with red eyes.

The two of them walked in silence all the way until they arrived at a courtyard in the mansion, which had been set up as a mourning hall.

But the yard was covered with white cloth, and there were several coffins lying across it.

Apart from a figure in sackcloth kneeling in front of the tablet in the mourning hall, there was no one else.

"Dad, Aunt Zhaoning is back."

Wan Qingfeng walked quickly to the figure and whispered. He then turned around, revealing a mature, steady, elegant and handsome face.

This man looked to be in his early forties, but he had an air of scholarly elegance. He was Yu Jiaolong's second brother Wan Zhaohua.

"Little sister!"

But when she heard her second brother calling her, Yu Jiaolong acted as if she didn't hear him and stared blankly at the tablet placed in the mourning hall.

When he saw the tablets of his father, mother and eldest brother all there, his nose suddenly felt sore and he could no longer suppress his emotions.

"Father, Mother, Big Brother!"

Yu Jiaolong burst into tears, but the next moment, her pretty face suddenly froze.

boom--

But there was a muffled sound, and large amounts of blood spilled into the sky.

I saw a figure falling to the ground like a broken sack, and when I saw his face,
However, Wan Qingfeng, who both Fang Xun and Yu Jiaolong suspected of having problems, had completely lost his life at this moment!
Before he died, Wan Qingfeng still had an expression of disbelief, as if he couldn't believe that he would die like this.

Yu Jiaolong instantly forgot her sadness and looked at Wan Zhaoyu's figure in front of her with an incredible look on her face, her mind going blank.

But she came to her senses immediately, and the other person's eyes made her feel extremely strange.

There wasn't a single trace of human emotion in Wan Zhaohua's eyes. He gave people the feeling that he was as ruthless as the law of nature, high above everyone else, looking down on all living beings indifferently.

"You are not the second brother!"

In an instant, Yu Jiaolong became cold and angry, and slapped Wan Zhaoyu with her palm.

With a loud bang, a raging gust of wind swept in and blew out the lights in the mourning hall.

In a flash, the slender jade hand pressed on Wan Zhaoyu's chest, but the next scene caught Yu Jiaolong off guard again.

boom--

The indifference in Wan Zhaohua's eyes disappeared, his emotions returned, and were replaced by a look of disbelief, and his body flew backwards.

With a "puff", blood spurted all over Yu Jiaolong's face.

Looking at her second brother flying out with blood vomited after being beaten by her, she was completely stunned.

But the next moment, a series of sounds of breaking air and footsteps were heard, and several figures nearby who heard the noise also rushed into the mourning hall.

Then another group of servants, guards, soldiers and guests rushed into the courtyard of the mourning hall.

When everyone arrived, they saw Wan Zhaohua collapsed on the ground, spitting out blood, and Wan Qingfeng's lifeless body. Their faces suddenly changed drastically.

Wan Zhaohua collapsed weakly on the ground, pointing at Yu Jiaolong in disbelief and shouting, "Little sister, are you crazy?!"

Yu Jiaolong suddenly felt her hair stand on end, and a chill ran down her body that penetrated right into her bones.

(End of this chapter)