Chapter 2
The mourning hall of the poet is gray and sad, it is rainy, the light is dim, and it is gloomy.

In the mourning hall, stood dozens of figures in white clothes, men and women, old and young, all of them were poets.

Every face showed sadness and helplessness, without any brilliance.

A beautiful woman was crying fiercely, her upper body was lying on the half-open sarcophagus, she was hoarse, she looked like she was going crazy.

"Love!"

"My love, why did you... why did you leave like this... Wuwu... Qinger... Qinger... my love... Open your eyes and look at your mother. "

Others looked and acted differently. A young man clenched his teeth, clenched his fists, and his body trembled.

There was a middle-aged man with a helpless face and sighed.

There was a young woman with a sad face, and she couldn't help crying, but she couldn't help crying.

……

"Brother, please mourn." The poet's second master, Shi Huan, softly comforted the silent, helpless, and sighing middle-aged man.

However, as soon as Shi Huan said that, Yuan Shi, who was lying on the sarcophagus, immediately turned his head, stared viciously at this side, and shouted loudly:
"Shiyuan, if you are still a man, take up your sword and avenge your own daughter!"

As soon as Yuan's words came out, all eyes in the mourning hall immediately turned to the Patriarch's poem wish.

Especially the few people in the younger generation, as if they were waiting for his order.

But before Shiyuan could say anything, the second master Shihuan said: "Sister-in-law, don't mention such things again.

Now is not the time to be impulsive at all. "

"Using emotions? Shihuan, are you telling me to use emotions?" Yuan Shi's voice became even louder.

Feeling more and more excited, his face flushed, "My daughter is dead! My lover was killed! Now I want her biological father to avenge her, but you say I'm acting on my will?"

"Hey." Shi Huan sighed: "Sister-in-law, you also know about Qing'er's death... Hey, you are trying to force our poet family to a dead end."

"Shi Yuan, Patriarch, please say something, don't act like a wimp." Yuan Shi directly ignored Shi Huan, and stared at Patriarch Shi Yuan again.

"Rong..."

Shi Yuan finally opened her mouth and uttered the word "Rong", but she stopped shortly after speaking, and turned her head slowly, looking at a young figure who appeared at the door.

All the poets also noticed that someone was coming at the door, and they all looked at it.

"This is?"

"he is?"

"He is Yun Xiao! The fourth son of the Yun family, Yun Xiao!"

"Why did he appear here? Yunxiao, have you returned to Canglin City? Could it be that the matter of the past has been resolved?"

"Brother Xiao!" The person who called out the word "Brother Xiao" was a young man from the Shi family, the second son of the head of the family, Shi Yuan, Shi Qing'er's second brother, Shi Yanchuan.

Back then in Canglin City, he often hung out with Yun Xiao, so the relationship between the two was also very good.

Just as Shi Yanchuan was about to walk towards Yun Xiao, he heard an extremely angry shout: "Yun Xiao, do you still have the face to appear in our poet's house? Look at you, what have you done to Qinger?" !

The one lying in the coffin should be you! "

The person who uttered this shout was the young man who gritted his teeth, clenched his fists, and his body was trembling just now.

The eldest son of the poet family, the elder brother of Shiqinger, Shi Yanlin.

He was full of anger and had nowhere to vent, and when he saw Yun Xiao, he roared out.

Yun Xiao's face was gloomy, and hearing Shi Yanlin's words made him more certain.

Qing'er's death was indeed related to that beast in the prefect's mansion.

Looking forward, looking at the sarcophagus, and the Yuan family next to the sarcophagus.

In Yun Xiao's impression, Qing'er's mother was always gentle and dignified, with a kind face.

But now, she has a skinny face and messy black hair, like a crazy woman on the street.

Qing'er's death must have dealt a great blow to her.

Yun Xiao moved his feet, walked in the mourning hall, and walked towards the sarcophagus.

"Yun Xiao, stop for me, you are not worthy of being close to Qing'er, get out quickly, don't dirty my poet family."

Seeing that Yun Xiao wanted to go over to pay respects to Qing'er's remains, Shi Yanlin yelled again, stepped on the ground with his right foot, and jumped in front of Yun Xiao, blocking his way.

"I'll let you get out!" Amidst the roar, Shi Yanlin punched Yun Xiao with an incomparably fierce straight fist.

This fist probably contained a thousand catties of strength.

"Lin'er, stop quickly." Patriarch Shi Yuan saw this and called out hastily.

Shi Yanlin has been practicing martial arts since he could walk, and now at the age of 20, he is already a leader among the young generation in Canglin City.

And in his memory, this Yun Xiao, with mediocre aptitude, would not be Lin'er's opponent at all, and I am afraid that he will be severely injured.

The Yun and Shi families have been friends for a hundred years, if Yun Xiao gets hurt, it will definitely hurt the harmony of the two families.

Shi Yuan's figure has also jumped out, but the two of them are so close, it's too late to stop them.

"Ah, Brother Xiao! Get out of the way." Seeing him, the second son, Shi Yanchuan, also panicked.

At this moment, the faces of all the people in the mourning hall moved, as if they had already seen that Yun Xiao was about to be blown away by Shi Yanlin's punch.

However, Yun Xiao didn't dodge or dodge, he moved his right hand at will.

In the eyes of one after another, he only used one index finger to rest on Shi Yanlin's fist.

"Boom", a dull sonic boom.

Echoed throughout the mourning hall.

Originally, in the eyes of poets, Yun Xiao's finger must be broken immediately.

The result can be...

"How, how is it possible!"

"Yun Xiao blocked Brother Yan Lin's punch with just one finger."

"One finger, one finger! This..."

Everyone in the poet family was shocked.

"Brother Xiao!" Seeing this, Shi Yanchuan exclaimed again, feeling like he was dreaming at this moment.

This, or the Xiao brother I knew before?

Could it be that he has a twin brother?

"Here!" Patriarch Shi Yuan fell beside Yun Xiao and Shi Yanlin, watching the fists and fingers striking each other, his eyes also opened for one of them.

He knows best how fierce Shi Yanlin's punch was just now.

But this Yunxiao actually...

After fleeing abroad for three years, not only did he not lose the slightest bit of martial arts, on the contrary, he has cultivated to such a degree?
In the past three years, what happened to him?
(End of this chapter)

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