Yuelai Inn.

Woodshed.

The waiter was extremely nervous and cleared out a corner of the woodshed. When he turned back, he found that the young man had untied the ropes that bound the coffin.

He placed the coffin flat on the ground very carefully.

Then he carried the coffin into the woodshed very carefully.

It seemed that he was afraid that the coffin would be broken.

After doing all this, he looked over the place and seemed very satisfied, so the waiter saw a smile on his lips.

"...Please wait a moment, sir. I will bring you some food after a short while."

"Thank you. Please give me two more bowls of rice."

"……good!"

The waiter carefully backed out.

Xiaoqin took off two knives from his waist and put them aside. He sat on the thatched ground and put one hand on the coffin.

His fingers seemed to tap unconsciously on the coffin board three times, then he sat cross-legged and began to close his eyes and meditate.

It wasn't until the waiter brought the food that he closed the firewood door.

The strong wind howled outside the door.

It was quiet and peaceful in the woodshed.

…

…

Zhou Garden.

This is a huge garden.

It is also the residence of Zhou Dashan.

There are naturally rockeries and flowing water in the garden.

Only the running water or the lotus pond were frozen and covered with thick snow.

There are many trees planted in the garden, including the plum tree that blooms in winter.

Just among the plum trees, there is an antique two-story pavilion.

Zhou Dashan is currently sitting on the second floor of this small pavilion, brewing a pot of tea and entertaining two very important guests.

"The weather is a bit cold today. Without the sunshine, the plum blossoms will look a little dim."

He poured two cups of tea, handed them over respectively, and said:

"I'm not afraid of making you laugh. This Mei Lin originally wanted to learn the style of Kyoto Plum Garden. What happened?"

He shook his head and smiled slightly: "I am a rough man after all. Painting a tiger will not turn out to be a dog."

"It's no wonder that in the spring of the eleventh year of Zhaohua, when the nobleman came, he sneered at this, saying that I must not say that I have learned the charm of the plum garden in Kyoto, and even the superficial difference is far away."

"At that time, I originally wanted to flatten this large plum garden, but the nobleman said that we should just do it. In the winter, they can always add some gorgeous colors to the place."

Sitting on his left is Chang Baishu, one of the three elders of the Qinggang, a martial arts master in the south of the Yangtze River.

Sitting on his right is Bei Ma Xiao, Xifeng Wei Changhe, the leader of the Daqi Gang.

At this moment, Wei Changhe suddenly asked: "I have lived outside the customs for a long time, but I don't know who the noble lady you are talking about is?"

Mr. Zhou Dashan waved his hand, "Since she is a noble person, of course she is a noble person. Brother Wei, please be considerate. I really can't say her name."

Wei Changhe did not ask this question again. Since Mr. Zhou Dashan had invited him and Chang Baishu to come to appreciate the plum blossoms, it was perfectly normal for him to boast about his background.

It’s just...did he really just mean that?

Sure enough, Master Zhou Dashan spoke again:

"Over the years, with the care of that noble man and the help of my brothers in the martial arts world, I have managed Zhouzhuang quite well, and my life has been worry-free."

"But……"

Zhou Dashan glanced at each of their faces, picked up the tea cup, took a sip, and sighed:

"Brother Chang and Brother Wei must already know about the young man named Xiaoqin."

Of course they know this.

I'm afraid the entire world is aware of this matter by now.

A young man came from outside the customs.

He was carrying a coffin.

It is said that he is the lucky descendant who survived the Qinjian Villa that was destroyed fifteen years ago.

He came to Zhouzhuang to seek revenge against this great man of Zhou.

"Actually, when I learned the news, I invited some experts to meet with him. What was the result?"

"It turned out that there was no news about the people I invited, but it was the young man who has arrived in Zhouzhuang!"

"Not long ago, news finally came back that the masters I invited... all died in his hands!"

Chang Baishu and Wei Changhe were slightly startled, "Who did you invite?"

"Among them are Qiu Lin, the left-handed sword from Ngee Ann Hall, Zhu Youxian, the eight-step soul chaser from the Beggar Clan, and Murong Ruyan, the Ruyan sword from the Murong family in Gusu, etc."

Chang Baishu and Wei Changhe were suddenly surprised.

Because these three people alone are extremely famous in the world.

Qiu Lin, the sword in his left hand, has reached the lower level of the second realm in martial arts.

His swordsmanship is superb and he likes to take the wrong direction, which is often hard to guard against.

Zhu Youxian, the eight-step soul-chasing master, is at the middle level of the second level. Not to mention his dog-beating stick technique, his lightness kung fu alone is something that few people in the world can match.

And Murong Ruyan, the Ruyanjian of the Murong family in Gusu... She is a woman, but not a simple woman!

She is only thirty-two years old, but she is already at the upper level of the second level!

She is known as the genius of the Murong family who is most likely to break through the first realm besides the head of the Murong family, Murong He!

Even if Chang Baishu faced her with the traceless Ruyan Sword, even if Chang Baishu was already at the lower level of the first realm, he would still have to deal with it carefully.

Such characters are actually dead!

Chang Baishu asked in disbelief: "Did they all die in the hands of that young man?"

Zhou Dashan nodded: "They are all."

Wei Changhe frowned and asked:

"Have you checked the fatality?"

"After checking, they all died with one knife!"

As soon as these words came out, Chang Baishu and Wei Changhe immediately looked at each other, with shock in their eyes.

Being able to kill such a master with one sword, doesn't it mean that the young man is at least at the first level of skill?

I heard he was only sixteen years old...

Wang Zhenghaoxuan, the talented young man of Mushan Sword, is also sixteen years old, and he has only reached the second level.

Isn't this young man named Xiaoqin even more talented than Wang Zhenghaoxuan?

If such a person is allowed to grow up, I am afraid he will become another great master!

Thinking of that incident fifteen years ago, both of them felt their hearts sink at this moment, and their expressions became extremely solemn.

"Then he must die!"

Zhou Dashan stroked his long beard and said, "Of course he must die!"

"I invite you two to come here today to discuss how he will die."

"He came to avenge Qinjian Villa."

"If he really killed me...I should have died."

"What I'm worried about is that after he killed me...the people who besieged Qinjian Villa back then have been living a good life these years."

Master Zhou Dashan picked up the tea cup again and raised his gray eyebrows slightly: "For example, you two."

"One achieved great success and became the chief elder of the Qinggang; the other recruited troops from outside the customs and became a powerful force."

"Of course there is the one from Ngee Antang Hall, and... there are too many, I have almost forgotten them."

"But I'm worried that the young man hasn't forgotten it!"

Zhou Dashan took a sip of tea, put down the teacup, and looked at the plum blossoms outside the window.

"That night fifteen years ago, 367 people died in Qinjian Villa. The family fortune accumulated over hundreds of years in Qinjian Villa was divided up by everyone."

"The young master was only one year old at that time."

"He shouldn't have remembered."

"But here he comes."

"Who told him all that?"

"I've been thinking about it these days, and I'm afraid there's only one person!"

Wei Changhe asked: "That night there was no spare person left alive, who could it be?"

Master Zhou Dashan pondered for three breaths and spit out a name——...

"Xi Wei!"
Chapter completed!