Huaxi Waterside Pavilion, pavilions, winding bridges, warm pavilions, wide lakes and green mountains.
Although the Chen family's mansion is magnificent and beautiful, and every few steps there are servants and maids carrying pots and cups of tea, but everyone in the lobby has no intention of admiring it. They all frowned and looked dark. Angry and embarrassed.
"Aheng's father's relic? No, no!"
Hearing the questions from the patriarch Chen Kuang, Chen Zhan, whose back was already bent, leaned on the staff and looked a little sullen on his old face:
"Back then, it was unkind for the clan to just sit back and watch him being taken up the mountain by the Xuanzhen Sect. Now, how can we take it without asking and use his father's relics to defeat the enemy? Not a son of man! Not a son of man!"
Chen Zhan was asked to speak first, and several clan elders who were friends with him also tried to dissuade him and expressed their opinions. The originally dull hall suddenly became noisy.
"Okay! Stop!"
The veins on Chen Kuang's forehead throbbed wildly. He shouted loudly, and his old body exploded with fierce blood, silencing the sound.
"Not a human son? Ridiculous, ridiculous! Didn't the clan provide him with food and clothing? This didn't make him devote himself to the clan, he just borrowed some of his father's relics. Chen Zhan, you are just making excuses here. What's the matter? What’s your intention?”
Chen Kuang's old eyes were sharp and he stared at Chen Zhan coldly:
"Back then, the clan only used your hands to educate Chen Heng, and he hadn't officially been adopted by you yet! Why are you trying to get ahead here!"
"Besides..."
He turned to the clan elders again:
"After Chen Heng joined the Xuanzhen sect, not a single letter was sent in the past three years. For such a mean and unkind person, you are here to speak for him and think that he is a Chen clan member? As for him, I'm afraid he would have been a long time ago I hate this surname!"
"It was indeed our fault back then. Even if he had complaints, it was right."
An elder of the clan tried to persuade him: "For a dignified young man to be reduced to being the face of others, this is something the clan cannot tolerate."
"There is nothing wrong with him in the clan. Without the support of the clan, how can he be a young master? I -"
Before Chen Kuang could finish speaking, he was interrupted by Chen Zhan slamming his staff on the ground.
"The clan once raised him, but this kindness was repaid long ago after he entered the mountain, and there is still a lot left."
Chen Zhan took a few steps forward: "Do you dare to admit that after he went up the mountain, you didn't use the tiger skins of the Xuanzhen Sect to make profits for yourself? Aren't you the ones who own the houses in the West City and the fertile farmland outside the city? Did you earn it in the name of Heng'er?"
"Even the fact that Xi'er was spotted and demanded by Taoist Yangshan, isn't it because of your arrogance? Not only did you beat Taoist Yangshan's Taoist boy, but you also threatened to ask Xuanzhen to send Taoist soldiers to destroy Taoist Yangshan's execution ground. , who can you blame?!”
"..."
Chen Kuang was speechless for a moment, but turned his face away in shame and anger.
Who would have thought that Yan Zhen was actually dead!
The biggest supporter and supporter of the Chen clan fell suddenly like this!
That day, under the influence of alcohol, he severely humiliated the Taoist Yangshan who was always dirty. Looking at the face of Taoist Yangshan who dared to be angry but dared not speak, he felt really happy.
But things are always unpredictable.
It didn't take long.
After Yan Zhen died, the news of Chen Heng's punishment slowly reached Rong Guo.
Everyone in the Chen clan was stunned and silent.
Yangshan Taoist high-fived him, drank wine all day and night, and even treated eight girls.
after this.
Taoist Yangshan not only demanded ten thousand taels of silver and ten boxes of pearls and topaz from the Chen clan, but also forced the clan leader Chen Kuang to marry his youngest daughter Chen Xi to him as a concubine.
Without the protection of the Xuanzhen Sect, the Chen clan was unable to resist Yangshan Taoist. They were in danger...
"Hey, Xi'er, come in."
Facing a group of unhappy clan elders, Chen Kuang sighed heavily and stretched out his hand.
Following inaudible footsteps, a girl in a pink skirt turned out of the door. Her skin was fair and almost breakable. She was beautiful and charming, and her expression was even more pitiful. She made people fall in love with her as soon as she saw her. .
After Chen Xi was called in by his father, he tearfully bowed to the old man from all clans. Standing timidly in the middle of the hall.
"Brothers in the clan, Xi'er is my little daughter after all, how can I let her go?"
Chen Kuang also had tears in his eyes and pointed tremblingly at Chen Xi, who was as slender as a willow tree in the hall: "Look at how young and careless she is. If she is sent to Taoist Yangshan, how can she come back alive?"
"Thirteenth brother, I know you are not happy with me. It's all because that idiot of my son made his own plans and trapped Heng'er in Yan Zhen's hands, making you resent me all the time."
After he glanced at Chen Zhan, he fell to the ground and said, "But Xi'er calls you uncle after all. You have watched her grow up. Third brother, please save her!"
Chen Kuang was in tears.
Chen Zhan's face looked uncertain.
But before Chen Zhan could reply, the arrogant laughter of a young man spread throughout the huge Chen Mansion.
"Save her? How? Do you have any other means?"
The young man's voice was erratic, like a ghost: "My father is going to seduce this girl, who dares to disobey? Maybe after he wins, I can also drink the thick soup!"
"Not good!" Chen Kuang's expression changed fiercely.
The laughter was so loud that the family members and guards in the mansion did not react at all. It was obvious that they were suppressed silently, and they did not even have time to give a warning.
"Thirteenth brother! Hurry up! Third brother, please!"
He shouted at Chen Zhan, jumped down the hall, put his daughter on his back, and tried to escape.
But before he could rush out of the hall, a group of men in yellow blocked the exit. The leader of the man, the bearded man, knocked Chen Kuang backwards with just one palm, vomiting blood.
"Damn it...Xiao Ding, go get that wooden box from my darkroom!"
Seeing this scene, Chen Zhan no longer hesitated and shouted loudly.
After he sat at the table, a thirty-year-old man with a white face and a beard nodded, and with a move of his toes, he rushed out of the hall in an instant, without even being able to stop the bearded man.
"well!"
Seeing that guard Chen Zhan had such great movement skills, Chen Kuang, who was vomiting blood, laughed wildly. He carefully put his daughter Chen Xi aside, mustered up his energy again, and fought towards the bearded man.
"Come on! Come on together! Drag us until Xiao Ding comes back!"
The other elders of the Chen clan also roared angrily, rushed over, and started fighting with the group of men in yellow.
Although their momentum was acceptable for a while, they eventually became old, frail, and lacked energy and blood. In the end, they were suppressed by the brave and unafraid man in yellow.
"This is……"
Chen Kuang, who had raised his palm to beat a man in yellow until his brains burst, suddenly went limp and his eyes showed disbelief: "Is this poison? What a powerful poison."
"Exactly, if it weren't for this poison, it would be difficult for us to come in so arrogantly." The arrogant young man's voice sounded again.
"Shameless!"
"Old guy, do you want to delay time until that thing called Xiao Ding comes to rescue you?"
The young man laughed again.
Chen Kuang suddenly had a bad premonition in his heart. He raised his head out of nowhere. Not far outside the hall, he didn't know when a skinned and bloody corpse was lying.
The appearance of the bloody corpse could no longer be seen, but it was still holding a wooden box in its arms.
Inside the box are an ancient book and several strange talismans.
"Xiao Ding!" Chen Zhan's eyes were about to burst.
Chen Kuang felt his head go dark for a moment, his hand movements were slow for a moment, and his arm bone was broken by the bearded man's kick. He fell and fell out, unable to get up again.
"Hey, cousin, this little girl's skin is quite tender."
The big man with the beard waved his hand again and knocked away a clan elder who stepped forward to stop him. His body hit the wall and became a bloody clot.
He stretched out his big palm fan hand and grabbed Chen Xi in his palm:
"After you and uncle enjoy it, how about giving her to me to play with too?"
"You are a bastard who only knows how to eat people. Who dares to give her to you? No!"
The young man laughed strangely again, his voice erratic. No matter how anxious Chen Zhan searched, he could not find his true identity.
"You bad boy is becoming more and more unlovable."
The big man with the beard muttered and looked at the wooden box and talisman in the bloody corpse's arms: "What is that? If you bring it to your uncle, will it please him?"
"The heresy left behind by Chen Heng's father is useless!"
"oh."
The big man with the beard responded in disappointment.
At this time, there was no suspense in the fighting between the two sides. It was almost a one-sided massacre. Only a few clan elders like Chen Zhan were left, still struggling to resist.
"Gu...gu..."
The tall man with the beard glanced boredly, then looked at the girl in his hand. The scent of the girl made him couldn't help but twitch his index finger.
"The heresy left behind by my father?"
At this time, a voice as gentle as jade suddenly came.
The men and horses on both sides of the fight were startled. Far away from the mansion gate, there were two white horses, carrying people on them.
"Why, I've never heard that my father left any belongings?"
The big man with the beard's expression changed. He seemed to have thought of something, and he picked up the sword and was about to throw it.
But he had just raised his hand halfway.
An arrow suddenly shot through the air and shot directly through his head.
The blood was like bursting watermelon juice, which splashed all over Chen Xi's head and face. Chen Xi was stunned and couldn't even cry.
Sharp arrows pierce the sky.
In the dense and dazzling shadows of arrows, the fleeing men in yellow were shot to death lightly.
The head exploded, red and white stuff dripped all over the ground, and the smell was unpleasant.
This extremely freehand and extremely bloody scene left Chen Zhan dumbfounded. He looked at the door of the mansion and his hands couldn't help but tremble.
"Chen Heng? Are you crazy! How dare you kill my cousin like this!"
The arrogant young man's voice sounded again, now less calm than a cat catching a mouse, but more anxious.
At the gate of the mansion.
Chen Heng glanced behind him lightly. The woman in the fox fur coat who followed him quickly understood, took a feather arrow in her hand, and handed it to him respectfully.
"You hide it badly."
The fingers that had been playing the piano since childhood were as slender as jade, and they could easily pull the six-stone bow into a full moon shape, but the palms of their hands did not tremble at all, just like an ancient pool that had not seen waves for thousands of years.
God bends his bow.
The arrow shines like lightning.
There was a sound from the bowstring, and with the sound of pain, a figure fell down from the waterside pavilion.
