Since he has harvested more than ten red gold coins from Elder Feng's pocket, worldly wealth will never be able to catch his eye again.

Therefore, he did not search the many warehouses of the Zhou family, but only entered the study of the Zhou family.

Xu Yi firmly believed that the old man would never trust others to take care of the most precious things.

Mr. Zhou's study is very spacious, with a length and breadth of seven or eight feet. It is so wide that it can run a horse. It is decorated in an antique style. On the desk of golden nanmu, in the Qibao incense burner with carved gold and silver, sandalwood is burning thinly. The whole study is elegant and pleasant.

However, Xu Yi had no interest in playing them. After rummaging through the boxes and cabinets, he found a bunch of valuable works of art, calligraphy and paintings. With his eyesight, he knew that it would be ordinary to just take out a piece and exchange it for money.

A common man's house can feed him for half his life.

Now Xu Yi had no intention of doing this. He scanned his surroundings for a moment, then with a thought in his mind, he suddenly punched.

Boom boom boom...

After dozens of punches, none of the four walls of the study were intact, and all were broken into large holes more than a foot deep.

Looking around, Xu Yi found a one-foot-square red wooden box on the left wall. The hidden compartments around the wooden box were all broken.

Opening the wooden box, a red light was emitted, and Xu Yi's eyes widened. The box contained two pieces of red gold biscuits that were as big as sesame seed cakes but were extremely thick.

He took out a piece and weighed it. Each piece of red gold cake weighed a hundred taels.

Xu Yi suppressed the excitement in his heart and stuffed two pieces of money cake into his eyes. Suddenly, a sealed envelope appeared at the bottom of the box.

Xu Yi opened the envelope, took out the letter paper, glanced at the ten lines, and read it in a flash.

It turned out that this letter was a private letter sent by the old man of the Zhou family to Zhou Daoqian. There was nothing extraordinary in the letter. Apart from saying hello, he hoped that Zhou Daoqian could make suggestions to Lingxiao Pavilion on his behalf to increase the Zhou family's share of a certain mineral vein.

The letters were all trivial, but Xu Yi got useful information from them.

These two pieces of red gold cake are extraordinary. They are actually the Zhou family's tribute to Lingxiao Pavilion every three years.

"The Zhou family only has these two red gold cakes after three years of accumulation. They are extremely precious. Old thief Daogan, it doesn't matter whether you have Lingxiao Pavilion or not. I will decide on this windfall!"

Xu Yi's heart was full of pride, and when he thought of the old thief getting the news, he was so furious that he felt a rush of pleasure in his heart.

Xu Yi casually ignited the letter on the candlelight on the table, turned out and threw it on the edge of the window that had been soaked with tung oil. In an instant, there was a huge fire.

The strong wind roared and flames soared into the sky. In just half a stick of incense, the Zhou family mansion, which numbered tens of millions of people, turned into a sea of ​​flames.

At the same time that Xu Yi was setting fire crazily, a cavalry team came from the west and arrived at Zhoujiazhuang, which was more than ten miles away.

The leader is a young man in white clothes, with fair skin and handsome appearance. His appearance is similar to that of Mr. Zhou. The sword on his waist is studded with colorful gems. The white horse under his crotch is tall and long. Compared with the same cavalry team, he is more than half a head taller. His whole body is hairy.

Not a speck of color.

The sky is high and the clouds are white, the water of the Dragon River is surging, white fish are chasing the waves, the vast water is flowing, the Huiyin Mountain is green and lush, the sky wind is under the forest, the greenery is swaying, waves of fresh air are coming, and the young man in white suddenly becomes poetic and sings

He said, "Chao Chao at the foot of the green mountain, the Cangjiang River meanders every night. I miss my lovesickness from afar again, and the pure green is deep and green."

"Good poetry, good poetry, wonderful poetry!"

Wuzhi County, who was half a horse head behind the young man in white, praised him, "Brother Zhou Shi is not only handsome, but also talented. What's even more rare is that at such a young age, his martial arts training has reached the peak of physical training. He is worthy of being the successor of Venerable Dao Qian."

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"Uncle Shi won the award. I once heard my father say that when he was studying in Guang'an in the past, he formed a society with a group of Guang'an heroes. Uncle Shi was a master of poetry and calligraphy, and was the leading talent in the society. Now, only twenty years later, Uncle Shi has become a respected figure in the county, and he is truly a gifted person."

The young man in white replied loudly and with appropriate words. Hearing Wuzhi County twist his beard and smile, he kept humming.

At this point, the identity of the young man in white is already clear. He is none other than Zhou Shirong, the second son of Zhou Daoqian.

This time, he left Lingxiao Pavilion and returned to Guang'an. Firstly, he was returning to his hometown to visit relatives on behalf of Zhou Daoqian; secondly, because the three-year period had come and the Zhou family's profits from several mineral veins should be handed over to Lingxiao Pavilion.

The road from the Zhou family's old house to Lingxiao Pavilion was long, and the two gold cakes were valuable. Zhou Daoqian did not dare to take risks, so he sent Zhou Shirong to escort them personally.

And this Wuzhi County was the friend Zhou Daoqian met when he was traveling to Guang'an in the past years, before he became a disciple of Lingxiao Pavilion, when he first became a martial artist.

In today's world, martial arts are flourishing. Not only are there numerous sects and thousands of aristocratic families, but also the royal power accumulated by the Royal Court of Dayue for thousands of years makes people dare not offend.

In the past, when Zhou Daoqian was just beginning his martial arts career, he did not win the favor of any famous sect. All he wanted to do was to gain fame and become a protector of the king's way.

So, together with a group of so-called fellow-minded people, they gathered together for banquets and travel all day long, and eventually they formed a society, which they called "Mingwang Society", which means the vast king's law.

Wuzhi County joined the Mingwang Society at that time. However, although they were in the same society, Zhou Daoqian was both civilized and martial arts, and his martial arts was unparalleled. He shone brightly in the society. On the other hand, Wuzhi County's literary reputation was better than his martial arts. In this world where martial arts alone rule the roost, Xiang Compared with Zhou Daoqian, Wuzhi County is inevitably bleak.

But because of this cause and effect, when Zhou Shirong went to Guang'an this time, he naturally wanted to greet Wuzhi County.

It should be noted that Lingxiao Pavilion is located in Guang'an. Although it belongs to one of the three famous sects, its authority is already established.

Although Wuzhi County's officials are no more than seventh rank, and his martial arts are no more than the peak of physical training, he is still in the public domain and represents the royal power.

Zhou Shirong knew very well that when it came down to the local level, Wuzhi County's signboard was much easier to use than the inner disciple of Lingxiao Pavilion himself.

Sure enough, Zhou Shirong went to visit Wuzhi County. Wuzhi County was very happy and personally accompanied the team to the Zhou family's old residence.

With the support of Wuzhi County, the journey along the way was smooth and smooth.

However, Zhou Shirong and Wu Zhixian were complimenting each other, chatting and laughing, when a thick smoke rose from the northwest. Zhou Shirong hurriedly stopped talking, stretched out his hand and patted the horse's back lightly, and jumped into the air, reaching a height of three feet, looking out from the mid-air. Looking into the distance, I brushed my eyes and saw that my face was livid.

The moment Zhou Shirong soared into the sky, Wuzhi County had already seen the smoke column, and his heart suddenly dropped, knowing that something was wrong.

The Zhou family is a prominent local family, and because of Zhou Daoqian's relationship, he has always treated Zhou Daoqian with courtesy and visited Zhou's house many times. However, several miles away, there was a sea of ​​fire and black smoke covering the sky. No one knew that the fire was caused by the Zhou family.
Chapter completed!