When the six people entered the house, they saw that the sky was covered with white cloth barriers, mixed with umbrellas made of black cloth, and the air was filled with the smell of burning yellow paper, solemn and heavy.
Wang Yuanchu's face became more and more ugly, and he walked slower and slower. When he approached the hall, his steps were as heavy as lead. He couldn't move for a long time, and he stood there in a daze.
There were two rows of people standing outside the hall, middle-aged people in the front and young people in the back. They stood upright with dull expressions, stunned and silent, like wooden people.
Suddenly, someone noticed the six people and shouted: "Young Master!"
Everyone turned their heads one after another, their eyes were shining, and they all clasped their fists and saluted: "I have seen the eldest young master!"
Wang Yuanchu stared at the hall and waved his hands absentmindedly.
"Young Master, you are finally back!" A middle-aged man came forward with a sad expression on his face, and sighed in a low voice, "Fifth Young Master, he..."
"Uncle Feng, fifth brother is really gone?" Wang Yuanchu's teeth chattered up and down, and his voice trembled.
"Alas..." The middle-aged man nodded slowly and let out a long sigh.
Wang Yuanchu's face turned a little blue again, as dark as iron, and his whole body was trembling slightly.
Wang Shuangfeng took a step forward and said Yingying: "Grandpa Feng, where is our ancestor?"
The middle-aged man pointed in the direction of the hall and sighed: "It's in the back, Feng'er, you've come back just in time, go and see your ancestors!"
Wang Shuangfeng nodded lightly, turned around to support Wang Yuanchu, and said softly: "Dad, come in."
Her beautiful face was calm, as if she didn't feel sad, but Li Muchan could feel the sadness and pain in her heart, but it was suppressed.
Li Muchan secretly sighed, at such a young age, with such a superhuman ambition, he is indeed like Wang Xiu'e.
Wang Yuanchu took a deep breath, nodded slowly, as if he had aged several years, and stepped into the hall with Wang Shuangfeng's support.
Li Muchan walked behind and sighed secretly. Wang Yuanxin's death had a great impact on Wang Yuanchu. The two brothers must have had a very good relationship. Otherwise, according to Wang Yuanchu's will, he would never have lost his composure like this.
He followed into the hall and saw a huge coffin placed in the middle of the vast hall. It was shiny and black, and the air was filled with rich sandalwood.
A large word "Dian" was written on the wall to the north, and all the curtains in the square of the hall were replaced with black. The empty hall became a bit darker and the light was dim.
On both sides of the coffin were two rows of high-backed chairs. Sitting there were two rows of old men with bright hair and frosty eyebrows, and middle-aged men with heroic figures. Their faces were as dark as water and they were silent. The air seemed to be stagnant.
As soon as Wang Yuanchu came in, dozens of glances glanced at him, making the hall light up.
Wang Yuanchu stared at the coffin blankly, his body trembling even more violently, his face turned pale, but he slowly moved forward and came to the coffin. In the coffin lay a young man in brocade clothes, with a face like a crown of jade, sword-shaped eyebrows and starry eyes, as if he was sleeping soundly.
Li Muchan stood at the door and sighed secretly, but did not move forward. After all, he was an outsider at this time and had a different status, so he was not allowed to get close.
"You brat, you're late!" A broad-boned old man stood up slowly. His face was like the full moon and his eyes were as bright as stars. He must have been a handsome man in his youth.
"Dad..." Wang Yuanchu gritted his teeth and asked in a deep voice, "Who killed the fifth brother?"
"Gongsun Qingyun." The old man said calmly.
"It's him!" The muscles on Wang Yuanchu's face twisted and he stomped his feet angrily: "Gongsun Qingyun, what a Gongsun Qingyun! If I don't kill you, I, Wang Yuanchu, swear not to be a human being!"
The old man waved his hand and said calmly: "Don't talk nonsense, with your abilities, if you can kill Gongsun Qingyun, a sow can climb a tree!"
Wang Yuanchu's face turned red, he took a deep breath and said, "Dad, I will practice my martial arts hard. One day, I will kill Gongsun Qingyun and avenge my fifth brother!"
"You..." The old man shook his head and said nothing.
"Master, it's rare to have such ambition in the early Yuan Dynasty, so you should say less!" Another old man waved his hand and said solemnly: "In the early Yuan Dynasty, Gongsun Qingyun is not easy to kill, you have to work hard!"
"Second uncle..." Wang Yuanchu clasped his fists, and then saluted the elders one by one.
Li Muchan stood at the back and glanced at everyone. Although they all had sad expressions, only about ten people were really sad in his heart.
Although a big family is good, when there are more people, feelings will naturally fade, and there will be gains and losses. This is how the world is. Li Muchan has a detached mentality, looking down at all living beings, and feeling a lot of emotion.
"At the beginning of the Yuan Dynasty, will this go smoothly?" the head of the Wang family asked in a deep voice.
Wang Yuanchu nodded slowly and stared blankly at Wang Yuanxin in the coffin. His eyes were red and he was holding back tears. He turned around and said, "Dad, let's just forget it?"
"Of course I won't forget it." Wang Tianhao, the head of the Wang family, said coldly, his face as cold as iron.
Wang Yuanchu said in a deep voice: "Tooth for tooth, blood for blood!...Father, we want to avenge the fifth brother and wash away Gongsun's family with blood!"
Wang Tianhao nodded: "Well, if it wasn't for the ancestor's order not to act rashly, he would have been killed long ago... The ancestor may be waiting for your news, go and see the ancestor."
"Yes." Wang Yuanchu pressed his pain and nodded in agreement.
Wang Yuanchu and Wang Shuangfeng left the hall. Li Muchan stood at the door and followed them. The other four guards had disappeared and went their separate ways.
"Young Master, I'm going to take a rest first." Li Muchan said, cupping his fists.
Only then did Wang Yuanchu come back to his senses, noticed Li Muchan, and nodded quickly: "Brother Li is laughing,...Okay, you go and have a rest first."
Li Muchan nodded to Wang Shuangfeng, turned around and left, returning to his small courtyard.
He sighed secretly. He had thought of the Wang family, so he said goodbye and left directly, heading to the Holy Snow Peak. More importantly, he wanted to go home and take a look.
He had not seen his family for more than a year, and he was thinking hard, but he did not expect that the fifth son of the Wang family was actually killed, and he could not say goodbye to avoid being misunderstood.
He adjusted his breath in the small courtyard and pondered the Nine Swords of the Canghai. In the past ten days, he had learned a lot from Nangong Wuwu's discussions and gained a deeper understanding of the Nine Swords of the Canghai.
He practiced his sword for a while and then sat down at the stone table in the flower garden. Two girls in white, Xiaoqin and Xiaochun, were waiting on him. They stood quietly. When Li Muchan's tea cup was empty, they came over to fill it up.
Li Muchan's eyes gradually looked further away, and he thought in his heart that Gongsun Qingyun had stirred up a hornet's nest by killing the fifth son of the Wang family. This time, the Wang family and the Gongsun family would fight to the death.
Logically speaking, the fight between big families wouldn't be so life-and-death. Even if it were to happen, there would still be some leeway and the core characters would not be killed.
Unless there is a real blood feud, you would be so ruthless.
From this point of view, the hatred between the Wang family and the Gongsun family is far greater than what I thought. It is not just a struggle for interests, but also involves hatred.
There will be a bloody storm between the Wang family and the Gongsun family, and I don’t know how many people will die. If this continues, the two families will become more and more hateful, and they will never live together and vow to be incompatible.
The power of several major families in the world will be re-divided. Once this happens, there will be another bloody storm, which will be bigger than the vendetta between the two families and will cause chaos in the world.
Li Muchan frowned.
The Wang family is powerful and has some connections with the Canghai Sword Sect, while the Gongsun family is supported by Sheng Xuefeng. A fight between the two families will inevitably involve two factions.
When children fight, adults also get involved.
And as a disciple of the Canghai Sword Sect, he had to compete with Sheng Xuefeng on behalf of the Wang family. The Canghai Sword Sect was deeply involved and could not stay out of the matter.
In this way, it is difficult for the two factions to escape from the circle of right and wrong. If one is not good, the fight between the two factions will become the trigger for the two factions to fight against each other, which is extremely dangerous.
Li Muchan's mind was sharp and his eyes were detached. He quickly deduced this, and his brows furrowed more and more tightly.
Although the Wang family and he had the favor of passing on their skills, the competition in martial arts was enough to offset them, and this time they went to the Nangong family together, so they could be evenly matched no matter what.
He didn't care much about the life and death of the Wang family, he just felt it was a pity. But when it came to Canghaishan, he couldn't tolerate it and wanted to kill the bud of danger.
He thought for a while, took a deep breath, recovered his mind, and said with a smile: "Xiaoqin, Xiaochun, when did the Fifth Young Master go?"
The girl with dimples on her cheeks lowered her head and sighed: "Just yesterday."
"Oh..., yesterday!" Li Muchan shook his head and sighed.
It's a pity that if I came back a day early, I might be able to save him with my crane-controlling skills.
While they were talking, footsteps sounded. Two girls in white hurriedly bowed their heads and saluted: "Old ancestors."
"That's all, you can go out." Wang Xiu'e was dressed in black and waved her hands indifferently. Wang Shuangfeng changed into black and followed her.
Li Muchan stood up and clasped his fists: "Senior, my condolences, life cannot be resurrected."
Wang Xiu'e shook her head. Although her face was still smooth, her eyebrows were a bit older, showing a bit of twilight. She stretched out her hand and pointed: "Sit down."
Li Muchan sat down, Wang Xiu'e sat opposite him, and Wang Shuangfeng stood behind her.
She quickly poured a cup of tea for Wang Xiu'e and handed it to Wang Xiu'e with both hands. Wang Xiu'e took it, took a sip, slowly put it down, and her eyes fell on Li Muchan's face.
Wang Xiu'e said: "Zhanran, it's all thanks to you that this happened. Otherwise, Yuanchu and Feng'er would not have been able to escape the murderous hands of the Gongsun family."
Li Muchan said: "Senior, there's no need to be polite, I didn't do anything."
Wang Xiu'e suddenly sneered: "Gongsun Qingyun, hey, what a Gongsun Qingyun!"
There was a gloomy cold air all over her body, and Li Muchan's telepathy felt like a real murderous intention. She wanted to kill this Gongsun Qingyun with a thousand knives.
"Senior, do you want to take action personally?" Li Muchan said.
Wang Xiu'e took a long breath, her face softened a little, and the cold air slowly dissipated. She shook her head: "I can't do it myself."
Li Muchan frowned.
Wang Xiu'e shook her head, let out a long sigh, and said: "I wish I could kill him with my own hands! ... But there is also an old monster in the Gongsun family. If I take action, he will take action too!"