Today's Wangcheng is snowing.

The goose feathers and heavy snow, like flying flotsam, cover this bustling city layer by layer.

Thousands of meters away from the Situ royal family, there is a courtyard that is also luxuriously decorated, with a vermilion gate, a stone lion with a magnificent instrument, and a plaque with three big characters on the lintel of the door.

This sect, which arose three years ago, has become the largest sect in the royal city after the inexhaustible support of the Situ royal family.

Moreover, the sect master of the Shenwu Sect is the number one master in the royal city.

Although on the surface he and Situ Jiexing belong to two camps, in private, everyone knows that this pivotal figure is just a family dog of the Situ royal family.

Three years ago, in the same snowy winter, Wang Botong, who couldn't get along in the north, arrived at Situ Wangcheng alone, and then set up a lintel, opened a sect, and became a well-known figure in Wangcheng.

As for why this already powerful martial arts master fell into a miserable situation in the north three years ago, Situ Jiexing didn't ask and didn't care.

After three years, Wang Botong has lived more and more nourishingly, so much so that some things are almost forgotten.

Until, a few days ago, a piece of news suddenly spread.

Ninghetu, about to visit Situ Wangcheng.

This made Wang Botong, who has always been powerful and high-minded, so shocked that he couldn't sleep well, compared to Situ Xingxing, this one was actually more afraid and palpitated.

Three years ago, he was still wandering in the north.

Therefore, Wang Botong knows Ninghe Tu better than Situ Zhuxing.

A so-called royal family, Ning Hetu may not be able to see it, but this time there was such a sudden shock, maybe it was the drunkard's intention not to drink.

Or rather, visiting the Situ royal family is just a pass, and the real purpose is to come to him.

The sky was snowing heavily.

Wang Botong stood in the empty arena, his face full of worry.

"It's time to come, it's time to come." After a long time, Wang Botong sighed and shook his head helplessly.

Not far away, a young man quietly stood behind Wang Botong.

"Father, there are guests from Qiushui Sword Valley at home, what are you standing here for?"

This young man named Wang Chong, whose identity is Wang Botong Yizi, said with a puzzled face.

Wang Botong smiled, "I want to do something." ”

If Ning Hetu was present, he might have an impression of Qiushui Sword Valley, it was in Jinling City at the beginning, and the six-inch sword beheaded the high disciples of Sword Valley.

And this time, a team from Sword Valley stayed at Shenwu Gate because of the heavy snow blocking the road.

Both parties are from the rivers and lakes, and it is not surprising that borrowing is an ordinary trivial matter.

It's just that the arrival of the guests did not make Wang Botong happy, but became more and more panicked, which made Wang Chong feel very puzzled.

"Have you heard the news that Young Marshal Ninghe Tuning has come to Wangcheng?" Wang Botong suddenly mentioned.

Wang Chong smiled, "I know, isn't it just a young man from the north, what's so great, could it be that my father is also interested?" ”

Without waiting for Wang Botong to reply, Wang Chong patted his ass and said, "Father-in-law, you are the number one master in Wangcheng, why should you care about a little person from the north?" It's just self-defeating. ”

"He's not a small person."

Wang Botong patted Wang Chong's shoulder, and then said inexplicably, "Tomorrow Chinese New Year's Eve, there is no need to prepare a Chinese New Year's Eve dinner." ”

"Why is that?" Wang Chonggang wanted to ask again.

Outside the Shenwu Gate, a middle-aged man walked in with a swagger.

It was Situ Hong.

Situ Hong saw Wang Botong, waved his hand, opened his mouth and said arrogantly, "Wang Botong, my father has something to do with you." ”

Wang Botong touched his beard, although he knew it, he still pretended to be puzzled.

Situ Hong continued, "Ninghetu, that thief, is too presumptuous in Wangcheng, my father hopes that you can come forward to talk about it." ”

"Just a map of Ninghe, let my stepfather take action? Don't you think too much of each other? Wang Chongmian was displeased.

Situ Hong glanced at Wang Chong deeply, shook his head and said, "This arrogant man killed my son and Tong Zhan, and now the whole family is panicked, and only your stepfather has come forward at this time." ”

"Young Master Ziyun, have Tong Zhan all been killed?"

Wang Chong took a deep breath, his expression changed slightly, he didn't go out today, and some news really didn't know.

Wang Botong remained silent from beginning to end.

Wang Chong said a few words to Situ Hong, and he directly reassured the middle-aged man in front of him on behalf of Wang Botong, "Don't worry, with my father coming forward, the thief will definitely be caught." ”

"I heard that this guy calls himself a young marshal? I want to see if this so-called young marshal has the confidence to continue to stand after my father comes forward. ”

Wang Chong said with a disdainful expression.

"I hope this matter can be dealt with satisfactorily, anyway, it's still the same sentence, if you can capture it alive, you can capture it alive, and if you can't, you will be slaughtered." Situ Hong said with a big grin.

Wang Botong forced a smile and didn't say a word.

Situ Hong always felt that Wang Botong's expression was not quite right, and he didn't bother to ask carefully, his hands were retracted into his sleeves, and he turned around and left.

Snow, getting heavier.

The whole world is covered in silver.

After Situ Hong crossed the threshold, he quickened his pace and walked towards the royal family.

Sonorous!

Suddenly, a slight sound, like a sharp weapon out of its sheath, suddenly rose in the ears, and finally plunged into the front of the Shenwu Gate, the head of the stone lion.

Cease-and-desist orders.

Wang Botong was already depressed, and after seeing the token with the words 'Ninghe Tu', the whole person trembled uneasily.

"Father-in-law, what's wrong with you?" Wang Chong was shocked.

At the same time, Situ Hong, who was tightening his neck, also turned his head to look.

In the snow, there was a young back, appearing in front of the Shenwu Gate without warning, taking a step and entering the inner courtyard directly.

Wang Botong looked up in a panic, the young figure that was approaching was suddenly full of lifelessness, and without waiting for Wang Chonghe to ask who the other party was, the so-called No. 1 master of Wangcheng knelt on his knees on the spot.

"Shenwumen Wang Botong, kneel down to see the young marshal." Wang Botong put his forehead on the ground and saluted.

"Less, young marshal?"

Wang Chong's lips trembled, isn't this another name for Ning Hetu?

He had just assured Situ Hong that once Ning Hetu saw his father, he would definitely not even have the confidence to continue standing.

Now that the two parties met, his father knelt down without hesitation.

This......

"Don't be rude, kneel quickly." Wang Botong scolded Wang Chong.

Although Wang Chong was unwilling, he also realized that the situation was not good, so he knelt on his knees in a hurry, gritted his teeth and said in a deep voice, "Shenwumen Wang Chong, bow down to the young marshal." ”

Not far away, Situ Hong gasped coldly.

Wang Botong and Wang Chong knelt down one after another.

And there was a sign of a catastrophe coming, which made Situ Hong's face paler than the heavy snow above his head.

Especially when he heard Wang Botong call the other party a young marshal, he felt that his limbs were about to stiffen.

"This Ninghe map, how shocking is it, the number one master in Wangcheng knelt down in fright, this ......" Situ Hong muttered to himself, still full of palpitations.

(End of chapter)