The largest family in Wangchuan City, surnamed Zhou.

Because the first cultivator of this county town, as we all know, his name is Zhou Jue.

Zhou Jue has already passed away, in a great war in Dry Prefecture fifty years ago, so the current pillar of the Zhou family is his only son, named Zhou Xing. But even as Zhou Jue's son, Zhou Xing is now a drooping old man, full of crane hair.

In the main hall of the Zhou family, Zhou Xing had already heard the news brought by his son Zhou Manyuan at this moment, and he couldn't help frowning slightly, and he pondered for a moment before he spoke: " Since that disciple of Zhao Bailian can come here alive all the way, it shows that his ability is indeed not small, I know that you have a grudge against him, because he killed Yu'er, but since we failed to kill him halfway, then in this county town, we can't make a move on him no matter what, as for Xian'er's side, since he is also your son, then you go and warn him, lest he do anything indiscriminate. ”

When Zhou Manyuan heard this, although he was a little dissatisfied with his father's attitude, he didn't want to say anything more, after all, before, his old father gave up a place to participate in the event to Zhou Xian in order to let the Wu family, but he personally begged the Wu family.

Zhou Manyuan said tentatively: "Father, don't worry, Xian'er, I will let him keep to himself, and he will never do anything out of the ordinary, but can we really only watch that Xu Yan bounce under our noses?

Zhou Xing is over 100 years old and has very deep experience, he can be said to have seen all the winds and waves, otherwise in the fifty years after his father's death, he would not have been able to keep the Zhou family at the head of the four major families.

He said in a calm tone: "So what? Of course, Hou Sheng said so, but he didn't just point the finger at our Zhou family, among the many families in this city, how could there be fewer people who offended? As long as we don't take the initiative to post it, what does it matter to us with his cruel words." ”

Zhou Manyuan didn't expect his father to say this, and he couldn't help but be a little surprised, after all, he still knew his father quite well, and he was not a person who could tolerate everything in terms of temperament.

Seeing what Zhou Manyuan wanted to say, Zhou Xing waved his hand impatiently and said: "Okay, okay, in this city, there are more people than us who are anxious, if we are so unbreathable, we will be laughed at, you, or your vision is too limited, and the time is not early, you should go to your son's yard to remind him a few words, otherwise it will be too late, and he will go out." ”

Zhou Manyuan lost interest when he saw his father, and he didn't dare to say anything more, so he could only give up.

After a while, Zhou Manyuan came to his son Zhou Xian's independent courtyard, and really saw that Zhou Xian was dressed in a costume and was holding a red candle to go out.

Seeing his son dressed like this, Zhou Manyuan smiled bitterly in his heart, but he still made an extra move and asked, "You are dressed like this, where is this going?"

Zhou Xian saw that it was his father who was visiting, so he didn't hide it, and replied bluntly: "That Xu Yan has already entered the city, and he is in the Fulu Inn, so I naturally want to kill him and avenge the second brother!"

After Zhou Manyuan heard this, he raised his eyebrows and asked: "He can go all the way north to the present, and there are countless ambushes on the way, can you do it?"

Zhou Xian didn't know why his father asked this, but he couldn't help but feel angry in his heart, because he couldn't do this, he replied in a deep voice: "Father, don't worry, I didn't rely on myself to kill him this time." ”

Zhou Manyuan didn't want to talk to him about this anymore, so he shook his head directly and said, "I have already discussed this matter with your grandfather, what he means is that you are not allowed to touch that Xu Yan." ”

Zhou Xian exclaimed and asked, "Grandpa, why is this? Are we just letting him enter Yong'an City unharmed?"

Zhou Manyuan sighed and replied: "I don't know his intentions, but don't make any assertions to move him, okay, leave the red candle to me for safekeeping." ”

Zhou Xian was angry, there was no doubt that his father was going to ban him, but at the request of the other party, he had no choice but to obediently hand over the red candle in his hand.

Zhou Manyuan took away the red candle before then said to him: "Wait a few days, when you go north with Wu Hao and them, I will return the red candle to you." ”

Zhou Xian watched his father turn around and leave, his heart was full of anger, but there was nowhere to vent.

"Xu Yan, I will kill you!" Zhou Xian said through gritted teeth.

......

The night was getting deeper.

In the blink of an eye, Xu Yan sat on his bed, which could be regarded as entering a semi-meditative state, because he didn't dare to go too deep into cultivation.

There are dozens of guest rooms in the Fulu Inn, and naturally they can't all be concentrated in one building, so in fact, at the back of the inn's main store, there is a dense courtyard, which has been transformed into guest rooms. Of course, except for the four completely independent Tianzi rooms, the other three grades of guest rooms do not have independent courtyards, but are connected in series.

Xu Yan's Xuanzi room has as many as 20 rooms of the same grade, which is divided into four courtyards, and Xu Yan is arranged in a guest room on the far left side of the fourth courtyard.

Compared to other courtyards, this courtyard is closest to the main street of pedestrians outside, although there are high walls about a zhang high around the courtyard, and the entire courtyard is enclosed, but for cultivators, it is too insignificant to want to climb over the brick wall of this height, let alone those great cultivators who can control the sky.

It was punctual and the night sky was still snowy.

On the streets of Wangchuan Castle, as the number of pedestrians gradually decreased, a thick layer of snow accumulated on the ground, but at this moment, in a liquor store two streets away from the Fulu Inn, a drunken man with a flushed face finally stood up, and then shook his body and walked out of the liquor store.

He held in his hand a note that had been given to him by the person who had asked him to drink in the liquor shop, and that person surnamed Yan had been given.

In Wangchuan City, there are not many people with the surname Yan, and there is only one family that is famous, so that person's identity is naturally not low, otherwise please don't move him.

After the man walked out of the wine shop, a cold wind blew in front of him, and the cold wind blew into his neck, making him shiver, but in fact, with his cultivation realm at the moment, he could already ignore these cold winds.

But the man still thinks that this fucking weather is really cold.

He took out the paper in his hand, looked at it carefully to make sure he had memorized it thoroughly, and then put his palms together, and then gently exhaled warm air in front of his mouth as if he was afraid of the cold.

After a breath.

No one knew that the note in his hand quietly turned into powder, and then fell into the snow and ice on the ground, as if it merged with them.

There is a strong smell of wine in the mouth.

After the man smelled it, he couldn't help frowning, it was true that he liked to drink, but he didn't like to smell this smell after drinking, because the mother-in-law in his family was very disgusted by this taste, and even once, he just drank a small sip of greed, and was finally discovered by his own mother-in-law.

What happens when you find out?

Naturally, it was the whole night, and he didn't want to get into his mother-in-law's bed again.

"What a misfortune it is to not be able to sleep at home with a plump mother-in-law on such a cold night!" the man sighed softly, his eyes a little gloomy. However, he was naturally optimistic, and soon smiled and said to himself: "But it shouldn't matter much, when I finish my business, it's not too late to go back to sleep, that woman sees that I have earned so much silver again, can I take the initiative to sit on it and writhe hard?"

Thinking of this, the man couldn't help but laugh at the end.

So, after thinking about it, the man faced the wind and snow and began to walk slowly towards the address he remembered in his mind.

The distance from the liquor store to the address he wanted to go to was not far, only two streets apart, and if he wanted to, he could even fly directly there, but he didn't want to do it, because while walking, he could follow the steps under his feet, and let the smell of alcohol on his body dissipate little by little with the cold wind, and when he came to the street next to the courtyard, there was no longer a trace of alcohol in him.

However, on this street that should have been deserted a long time ago, in front of him, there was a figure standing in the wind and snow.

The person not far away wore a bamboo hat on his head, a square face, and a rather thick body, looking like an ordinary white surname, but for some reason, this square-faced man gave this man a feeling that the other party was waiting for him here.

The man walked to a distance of more than ten steps in front of the square-faced man before he stopped, but before he could speak, the square-faced man took out a gourd from his waist, and then raised his head and took a sip of wine, and after drinking, he also asked the man, "Do you want to take a sip too?"

The man was standing in the direction of the headwind at the moment, so when the square-faced man pulled the stopper, he smelled a strong aroma of wine mixed with the cold wind blowing in front of him.

He is good at wine, and naturally knows wine, when he smells the wine, he knows that the wine in the other party's gourd is rare in the world, but he finally dispersed the wine, but now he doesn't want to drink it, and the most important thing is that he thinks that if he can survive after finishing his business, then the other party's gourd will naturally be his.

So, the man finally shook his head and replied, "Don't drink it for the time being." ”

Seeing that he refused, the square-faced man nodded in understanding, and then carefully stuffed the stopper back into the gourd, and then he spoke: "Since you don't want to drink this guillotine wine, then you can go on the road." ”

As soon as the words fell.

The square-faced man stretched out his right hand and pointed at the man's void.

However, with just one finger, a silver thread rose from his fingertips, and then transformed into a brilliant white rainbow, sweeping through the street.

The wind suddenly rose, and the sword aura was like a rainbow.

Roll up a thousand layers of snow.

The gale stopped, but a great head was cut off!