"This Jiang family should be considered a relatively famous family in the secular world of the Haoyue Empire. I think you can know the specific location by asking someone in the city."
The woman who spoke, Fei Jie, was dressed in a Chu yellow dress and had a smart fairy bun. She had delicate features and a very gentle tone of voice.
Hearing this, Xu Yi'er, a woman in red with a colorful silk ribbon on her arm and a very arrogant expression, curled her lips with disdain and said, "It's just a small official family in the secular world. What kind of reputation?"
Not famous? Senior Sister Fei Jie, it’s better not to put money on the faces of these petty officials."
Among the five people, the one walking at the front was a tall, strong man with bulging tendons and flesh all over his body.
He has a square mouth, a broad nose, a large face, and a voice like a bell.
This person is none other than Peng Sanfeng from Songyangmen, the person who led the team on this trip.
There are two other men of about the same age next to Peng Sanfeng. The one full of literary energy is named Jin Wenliang.
The other man holds a broadsword in his arm and walks with his head held high. He is Tu Rang of Songyang Gate.
Peng Sanfeng, Jin Wenliang, and Tu Rang walked in the front. Fei Jie and Xu Yi'er followed the three senior brothers arm in arm, looking at the scene in the city.
Peng Sanfeng said, "Everyone has been traveling so hard, let's go to a restaurant for a meal first."
No matter what you do, it is more important to fill your stomach first.
The master asked them to come and find out the truth, and they were not in a hurry. Anyway, all the people in the Jiang Mansion were staying in the manor, and no one could escape.
For them, it was just a matter to be dealt with sooner or later. To be honest, for a family of officials in the secular world, few of them paid much attention to it.
at the same time.
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Wu Bian hurried to the backyard and found the nine-thousand-year-old man who was playing with a bunch of flowers and plants.
It was not yet past noon, and the nine thousand-year-old man in his family was tending to the flowers and plants in the garden.
The soft leaves swayed gently on his slender fingertips, looking like a beautiful landscape painting.
Wu Bian coughed lightly and quickly looked away.
"Sir, the soldiers at the city gate have sent word that five cultivators from the Songyang Gate have entered the city. They seem to be inquiring about the affairs of the Jiang Mansion."
The 9,000-year-old man raised his eyebrows and said with a smile, "Oh? People from Songyang Clan came to trouble the Jiang family?"
"I seem to have heard that Jiang Hu, the eldest young master of the Jiang family, had his legs broken by someone from the Songyang Clan a while ago and was sent home?"
Wu Bian nodded his head, "Yes."
"Then my baby must be very angry." Jiu Qiansui said with a smile.
His baby hasn't taken action to deal with these arrogant Songyang disciples, but in the end, they send someone to throw themselves into a trap?
I think the little girl will be very happy when she knows this news.
"Yesterday, the baby seemed to have said that he wanted to chat with Prince Yu alone in Xianlaiju?" I don't know what the two of them have to talk about, so why do they want to chat alone?
The 9,000-year-old man turned to look at Wu Bian, who had an expressionless face, blinked and said with a smile, "My baby is in Xianlaiju at the moment. How about you run over and convey the news to her tactfully?"
Wu Bian cupped his hands and said "Yes", turned around and was about to leave, when he suddenly heard the 9,000-year-old man say: "Wait a minute, you go and gather some people to help my baby! Wait until the baby beats all the Songyang disciples to the ground.
When the time comes, ask them to say hello loudly."
The corners of Wu Bian's mouth twitched repeatedly, thinking that my adults are really full of bad taste.