White Jade Tiger

Chapter 4 Volume [-] Auspicious Days of the Zodiac
Volume [-] Auspicious Days of the Zodiac
Chapter 4 Auspicious Days of the Zodiac
The organization of Dafengtang is strict and huge, and the power of Dafengtang not only spreads all over the Central Plains, but also extends far outside the pass.

Dafengtang is able to have today, not only because the ambition and courage of the 'Tornado Fengshen' Yun Feiyang are beyond human comparison, but also because he has three people who have always lived and died with him, shared adversity; good friend.

These three people are Sikong Xiaofeng, Zhao Jian and Shangguan Ren.

They built the Dafeng Hall with blood and sweat, and of course the victory and glory should be shared by them.

Ever since the old man Yun Feiyang announced that he would be closed for five years to practice a unparalleled swordsmanship, the burden of the Great Wind Hall has completely fallen on their shoulders.

They are life and death friends, not only can share adversity, but also can share wealth.

Therefore, there has never been any struggle for power and profit between them. They are only devoted to the outside world, helping the weak and eliminating the strong.

But the tempers and personalities of the three of them are definitely three different types.

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Sikong Xiaofeng is the oldest, with the mildest temper, and is a well-known "wise man" in the Jianghu.

He didn't like to quarrel with others in his life, and he didn't like to kill and shed blood.

He believes that everything can be solved with human wisdom, and there is no need to use a knife at all.

So some people in Jianghu secretly nicknamed him 'Grandma Sikong'!
Although the disciples of Dafengtang respect him very much, they don't necessarily admire him in their hearts.

These hot-blooded and enthusiastic young people always think that he is a bit hypocritical and cowardly in doing things.

They are full of ambitions, but they always fail to display them.

Because Sikong Xiaofeng has already decided on a policy to deal with their powerful enemy 'Thunderbolt Hall'—

People don't offend me, I don't offend people.

Don't do anything unless necessary!
If the disciples of the Dafengtang sect invade the territory of the Thunderbolt Hall, they will be killed without mercy!
Shangguan Ren is a golden man who 'keeps his mouth shut' no matter what happens!
Even his cronies who have followed him for many years can hardly hear him say a word.

He always believes that everyone has the right to some privacy, and never allows anyone to intervene in his private affairs.

His room has always been strictly guarded, and no one has ever dared to step in.

He is also like Zhao Jian, his wife died early, and his only daughter was sent far away.

Now he not only has no relatives, but even few friends.

His aloofness and arrogance are well known in the world, and no one can approach him at all.

So among the three of them, Zhao Jian is the most loved by his disciples.

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When Zhao Jian was a young man, he leaped into the rivers and lakes, happy to enmity, drew his sword in the street, blood spattered five steps.

Although his temper has gradually softened in his old age, he is still an upright and open-minded man!
As long as you are really his friend, even if he asks him to cut off his head for you, he will not frown.

This kind of person is a typical hero in the minds of teenagers.

Everyone not only respects and admires him, but also really likes him. Today is his only son's big day, so of course everyone has to come and drink him a glass of wedding wine.

Even Mr. Yun, who had been in seclusion at the top of Qingshi Mountain for two years, specially sent someone to congratulate him with a big gift.

Everyone was waiting to see the demeanor of the groom, and even more wanted to see his virtuous and beautiful bride.

As soon as Wuji appeared, everyone surrounded him.

Although he didn't go into the hall, there were people in the back garden, and it was crowded with people everywhere.

Everyone was surprised and happy when they saw the bridegroom in auspicious clothes running around before praying to heaven and earth. No one thought he was impolite.

Zhao Erye's son should have been such an informal, bold and free-spirited man.

Wuji finally got rid of them, walked through a peach blossom grove in the back garden, walked along a winding path, and came to a small courtyard full of green bamboos.

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The wind blows the bamboo leaves, like listening to the waves, the laughter of people outside has not reached here.

There are five flat pavilions in the small courtyard, three bright and two dark, which are the places for the owner of Hefeng Villa to meditate and study.

Of course Old Jiang knew this place, and of course he had come to look for it.

He didn't find his young master, just because there was no one here at all, there was no one around.

But Wuji was not disappointed, because he knew the secret of this place.Only he knows.

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The last elegant room is Zhao Jian's study, surrounded by bookshelves, walking into it is like walking into a book city.

But there was no one here either.

Wuji strode in and made sure there was no one here. Instead of being anxious, he felt relieved.

Because only he knows the bookshelf on the left wall, and there is another secret, that is the secret place where his father handles the affairs of Dafeng Hall.

He believed that his father must be here, probably discussing some confidential matter with the third master Shangguan.

He didn't go in directly, first tapped the third crossbar of the bookshelf with the bronze paperweight on the case.

He knocked three times in a row, but there was no response.

Only then did he become a little anxious, and he forcefully opened the wrench next to the bookshelf. As soon as the bookshelf turned a line, he rushed in.

His father was indeed in the secret room, wearing a purple satin robe specially tailored for his son's auspicious day, and holding a jade snuff bottle in his hand that he usually couldn't put it down.But his head was gone.

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Wuji knelt down, neither crying nor crying.

There are no tears in his eyes, only blood!
A gust of wind blew in from the outside, blowing up two pages of an almanac on the desk, as if it had been opened by an invisible hand, and it happened to turn to the third page, which read:

March 27 is auspicious and suitable for marriage.

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This day is really an auspicious day for everything.

(End of this chapter)