Invincibility Starts From Sacrificing Ancestors

King Huo Long is dead!

For Lin'an, it was the end of an era.

The position of the government secretary, the official of the frontier, King Huo Long was in charge of Lin'an Palace for thirty-eight years.

How many forces are prosperous because of him, and how many forces are defeated because of him.

Heroes in the rivers and lakes, grassy refugees, wandering Taoists, monsters in the mountains... The fate of countless creatures has changed because of King Huo Long.

He has carried too many praises in his life, and he has also received unimaginable curses and scoldings from the world.

Enmity and hatred, the spirit in the chest... Everything disappeared with the end of King Huo Long.

On the Red Prison Mountain, the demonic wind loosened, and a man with a withered face and a cloak stood on the top of the mountain, overlooking the Lin'an Mansion in the distance.

At this time, the Lin'an Mansion was full of plains, white flags were scattered, and there was no longer the liveliness of the past.

There was a light rain in the sky, and it seemed that he was also saying goodbye to the old man.

"Your Majesty, that old guy is finally dead."

Beside him, a small demon with fluffy eyebrows laughed loudly, his face overflowing with pleasure.

Over the years, the demon clan in Chi Prison Mountain has been severely suppressed by King Huo Long.

Well now, this old thing has been condemned by heaven and finally returned to the west.

Thinking of this, the little red velvet demon was ecstatic.

boom……

Suddenly, the demonic wind surged, and an invisible force rushed towards the man wearing the cloak, directly blasting the little red velvet demon out.

The little red velvet demon slammed into the rock wall, vomited blood, and looked at the man in the cloak in horror.

"Big... big king..."

"Shut up!" the man in the cloak shouted coldly.

Without turning his head, he looked at Lin'an Mansion in the distance, and Gu Jing's eyes filled with sadness.

"King Huo Long, you just left. From now on, the world has lost a lot of fun." The man in the cloak sighed softly and turned away.

"Within seven days, no demons are allowed to come out of the mountains to act rashly!"

The icy voice came from a distance, causing all the little monsters to look at each other in dismay.

...

Lin'an House, Meixiang Courtyard.

This is the new residence of Zhou Dao and others. King Huo Long died, and the trip of Jiang Yuan and others was delayed.

Only after King Huo Long was buried could they go to the capital.

It just so happens that these days, Jiang Yuan can take the opportunity to get close to Zhou Daoduo and ask some questions about cultivation.

There are white flags hanging at the door of the other courtyard, and there are only scattered pedestrians on the road.

Lao Wu walked in with a bamboo basket.

During this time in Lin'an Mansion, Zhou Dao's favorite was the steamed buns from the old Wu family.

Although his fillings are a bit special, both Clam Shiqi and Zhou Dao are very appetizing.

After going back and forth, Zhou Dao and Lao Wu also became familiar with each other.

Sometimes, Lao Wu will bring the buns in person, but other than Zhou Dao and Ha Shiqi, others don't seem to be interested.

After all, Lao Wu's steamed buns shop offered [Six Ominous Money], and it was normal for no one to patronize it. In contrast, Zhou Dao became his bosom friend, smelling the fragrance and knowing the bag.

"Hahaha!"

As soon as he walked into the courtyard, Lao Wu heard a loud shout. He turned his head and looked at Qi Hao, alone, practicing swordsmanship.

He was engrossed in holding the sword in both hands, slashing with force, the wind howled, and beads of sweat oozing from his forehead.

"What are you doing?" The old Wugui walked over unexpectedly.

The sudden voice startled Qi Hao.

He turned his head to look at Lao Wu, asked about the fragrance that was wafting, and recognized it.

This is the boss who delivers buns every day.

"I'm practicing the sword!" Qi Hao continued, holding the sword in both hands, looking for a feeling.

"The commander said that I need to practice my mind and learn to restrain my emotions, so I need to practice swords." Qi Hao said seriously.

He vaguely perceives that there is a terrifying existence hidden in his body, and if he wants to prevent him from doing whatever he wants, he must control his emotions.

"Then you should practice knives!" Lao Wu raised the bamboo basket and suddenly said.

"Knife!?"

Qi Hao was stunned, the sword is the soldier of the gentleman, it can defeat the enemy and seek the country, and it is the most suitable for sharpening the heart.

But what is a knife?

Bloody killing, aggressive fighting, it is a pure murder weapon.

Lao Wu shook his head: "The true meaning of the knife is not to kill, but to hide."

"Tibetan!?"

"Hid the sword in its sheath..."

There are a lot of old martial words today. Looking at Qi Hao, he felt a lot of deja vu in his heart. He always felt that this little guy was a bit like him, like him back then.

"Old Wu!"

After a long time, Zhou Dao came out of the room.

"Practice slowly." Lao Wu said casually, holding a bamboo basket, turned and left.

Qi Hao looked at Lao Wu's disappearing figure, a strange color appeared on his face.

"What a weird uncle."

"What are you talking about?" Zhou Dao raised his eyes and glanced at Qi Hao who continued to practice swordsmanship, facing the old martial arts.

"Look at this little guy funny, tease him."

Lao Wu put down the bamboo basket, uncovered the white cloth on it, the tempting aroma directly hooked Ha Shiqi from the backyard, stumbled along the way, damaged countless flower pots, and went straight to the basket of buns.

"Your buns are really fragrant, you can't miss them." Zhou Dao couldn't help but sigh.

The position of Laowu's buns in Zhou Dao's heart has far surpassed that of Lao Wang's buns in Ping'an Town. Eating and eating are a little addictive.

"You are the first to say such a thing." Lao Wu shook his head.

This bun was originally dedicated to the [Six Ominous Money], and people and dogs like Zhou Dao and Ha Shiqi are really rare.

"Lin'an Mansion has held a large funeral recently, and there is little business in your shop..." Zhou Dao ate the steamed buns and had a sudden meal.

He almost forgot that Lao Wu's steamed bun shop had no business at all.

He and Ha Shiqi are the only ones who eat his steamed buns every day.

"King Huo Long is dead, but a lot of big people have come to Lin'an these days." Lao Wu said softly.

The business has been really bad recently, and there are a lot of Demon Slayer Guards on the streets.

For King Huo Long's last trip, Yu Yaosi wanted to see him off with dignity and to be buried in a glorious way. Naturally, no deviations were allowed.

"I plan to close the shop for a while." Lao Wu suddenly said.

"Close the shop!?" Zhou Dao was startled: "Then I can't eat your buns."

"Hahaha, don't worry, it's just a few days of work." Lao Wu chuckled.

To be honest, he hasn't laughed in a long time.

"After this period of time has passed, I will naturally be able to **** craftsmanship."

"A word is settled~www.readwn.com~ Zhou Dao picked up the steamed buns and ate.

...

It was late at night, and on Weiyang Street, the sound of a watch came from a distance, melodious, echoing in the silent night.

In the whole street, only the corner shop was still lit with dim lights.

Lao Wu is packing the chopping board and the drawer. He will close the shop for a period of time, and these guys must be put away in advance.

In the silent night, only he was still busy in the shop, and the work in his hand never stopped.

At this moment, footsteps sounded in the deserted street.

A man dressed in fancy clothes came from a distance. His clothes were luxurious, and his gestures were hard to hide his extravagance. At first glance, he looked like a pampered master, with a noble and extraordinary birth.

The man in Chinese clothes walked to the bun shop, looked at Lao Wu who was busy inside, and suddenly bowed and saluted.

"Master Wu, long time no see!!"

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