In an instant, we came to the snow-capped mountains.

Then, the scene during the day repeated itself under the gaze of everyone.

The Murong brothers and sisters kidnapped me to the snow-capped mountains, and at the same time, stabbing the short knife in their hands into my lower abdomen.

I let out a muffled groan, and blood flowed, and then they trapped me with the Spirit-Sealing Array.

Yu'er appeared and cried to heal my wounds.

Then, our conversation...

"...No matter what, you are also a descendant of the Murong family. We were a family eight hundred years ago and were considered brothers. Since we were brothers, even if we killed you, we had to let you die! "

"My name is Murong Tao. This is my sister Murong Xue. We are here today to kill you! But for the sake of brothers, I can take care of you..."

"Where is the "Twelve Golden Lightsword Arts of the Secret of Tianji Mansion"? That is the secret technique of our Murong family. If you give it to me, I will promise you not to touch Guo Chenjun; if you don't agree, I will go to find her after I kill you. That girl looks really good, I like it very much. You say it's annoying or not. Our family's secret technique is in your place. Such a good girl has become your woman! To be honest, I really salivate about your women, so you'd better work with me, otherwise you will really regret it..."

...

The scenes on the snow-capped mountains in the morning were like movie replays, and they were truly reproduced.

Everyone knows this.

After watching it, the illusion disappeared and we returned to the yard.

After returning, the masters and uncles of the twelve sects were all angry.

Murong Hai was also angry, rushed up and slapped one, knocked his daughters to the ground, and scolded, "Beast! Beast!"

The Murong brother and sister are already stupid.

They never dreamed that Yi and Chuxue would appear here, and even more unexpectedly, she actually had such supernatural powers. As her grandmother, she took out this evidence, which was a mountain of iron evidence. Even if someone wanted to speak for them, she would not dare to say anything else.

Murong Hai was crazy and beat Murong Tao and Murong Xue desperately, beating him while scolding, "I will beat you to death! I will beat you to death!"

The Murong brother and sister did not dare to hide, so they knelt on the ground and let Murong Hai suck his hair wildly, bleeding from his mouth and nose, and his hair was disrupted.

After the fight, Murong Hai knelt down with a thud and burst into tears, "Grandma, brother Jun Huai, it's all my fault! You kill them, I'll just pretend that these two beasts were not born..."

He cried loudly, feeling in pain.

No one advised him.

No one dared to persuade him.

At this time, everyone turned their attention to Yi and Chuxue and I, and wanted to see what we should do about them next.

I didn't say anything, and looked at Yi and Chuxue.

Yi and Chuxue looked at Murong Hai and smiled coldly, "Okay, stop acting!"

Murong Hai was stunned, "Grandma of the ancestor..."

"You really haven't seen that so-called Ancestor Dongxuan? You really don't know about this?" She stared at Murong Hai.

"I...I..." Murong Hai panicked, "Grandma, I..."

Yi and Chuxue looked at everyone, "I have another piece of evidence here. Do you want to see it?"

"No! Grandma, Grandma! Don't!" Murong Hai was shocked.

Yi He Chuxue ignored it, waved the black umbrella in his hand gently, and a dazzling white light surged out, and we immediately came to another snow-capped mountain.

This is a low-high mountain, and not far below, there is a very quaint wooden house.

There is snow floating in the sky and the wind is cold.

A white light fell from the sky and landed into a man in a white robe and a black wooden mask.

After he appeared, he looked at the house below, and then a white light flashed on his body, turning into a middle-aged Taoist with beautiful eyes, flashed and disappeared.

We immediately arrived in the house.

The house is divided into two floors, completely in ancient form, with a bedroom below and a spacious hall above.

Murong Hai and Murong brothers were sitting in the hall, chatting about the topic of Wu Family and the Golden Light Sword Art.

"Dad, since the "Golden Light Sword Art" is so powerful, why did they take it away?" Murong Tao asked excitedly, "We are the direct descendants of the Murong family. Shouldn't we inherit it?"

"Yes! Why?" Murong Xue also asked.

"Hmph!" Murong Hai smiled coldly, "The Golden Light Sword Art was originally from our Murong family, but when they left, they were stolen by their ancestors. Our ancestors thought that they were brothers, so they didn't care. But it was useless for them to steal. What they got was just the fur of our Murong family's secret technique. The real essence was still in our family!"

"Is it just for them?" Murong Tao asked.

"When I was young, I asked your grandfather this way," Murong Hai said, "Your grandfather was actually very angry. Not only your grandfather was angry, but my grandfather was also angry! But what can I do? The descendants of the Wu family can be good at being humans, please us everywhere, regard themselves as the descendants of our Murong family, and rely on the reputation of the Murong family to deceive the world! Kunlun's fellow disciples could only turn a blind eye and close one for the sake of the Murong family. My grandfather, your grandfather had all hinted that the Wu family wanted to bring back the "Golden Sword Art", but they just refused! More than thirty years ago, I also went to Nanhe Town, Cangzhou, met my fourth uncle, and told him about this. What was the result? The old man ignored me at all!"

He sighed, "I can't get angry because I'm in a position to save myself, so I can only let it go..."

"Fuck! I can't stand it anymore!" Uncle Second was furious.

The screen disappeared immediately.

The second uncle's eyes turned red, and he rushed up and grabbed Murong Hai's collar, "Do you have a conscience? Your father died early back then, and you came to our house without learning any secret techniques! My father taught you three years! Who did you learn your fingering decision? Who did you learn your internal skills? Who did you learn your formation? My father taught you everything you can teach, but you said this to your kids. Did your conscience be eaten by the dog?"

"Jun Huai, listen to me, I..." Murong Hai was so scared that he shivered.

"The Golden Light Sword Art belongs to your family, right?" Uncle Er raised his hand and gave him a big mouth, roaring, "Explain it to me in front of your fellow disciples and your children! Who is the direct descendant of the Murong family? Why did we leave the Murong family back then? You said! You said!"

"I...I..." Murong Hai's face was pale and he couldn't speak.

"Fuck!" My second uncle threw him to the ground, turned around and pointed to the Murong brother and sister, "Two little bastards, please tell me clearly! Our Wu family ancestor was originally the eldest son of the Murong family, and the eldest son of the legitimate son! The reason why he left the Murong family was because Murong Yunying, the ancestor of the Murong family, was once cursed. In order to prevent the curse from fulfilling, the ancestor left behind the ancestral teachings when he ascended. After the twelve generations, the Murong family was divided into two tribes, the legitimate son was the Mu family, and for another four hundred years, it was changed to Mu to Wu. All the secret techniques of the Murong family were inherited by the legitimate son, so the secret techniques of the Tianji Mansion were all in my Wu family! Do you understand?"

The Murong brother and sister were confused and looked at Murong Hai instinctively.

Murong Hai took a deep breath, his eyes shone coldly, his body flashed, rushed over and grabbed his children, and disappeared with a whoosh.
Chapter completed!