Shuofeng dug a grave outside Luzhou, bought a good-quality coffin in the city, and buried his uncle.
No tombstone was erected to avoid being found by enemies later.
After all this work, the day is almost over.
He placed two side dishes in front of the grave, burned a few sticks of incense, took out the wine he had prepared, and poured it in a circle in front of the grave.
"Uncle, it's all over. You can rest in peace down there. I will take good care of Auntie and Xiaojing, don't worry."
Shuo Feng took a sip of wine and said with a smile: "The Qijue Sect has a successor. This little girl Amber can learn everything very quickly. She must have learned a lot of your sword skills. Wait until I get the secret book in the door. We collected them all and let her learn them together. This was what we were doing from the beginning, but who knew that the road would go further and further down the road."
Shuo Feng felt a little tired and didn't care about the newly dug up soil. He lay down against the grave bag and his thoughts couldn't help but go back to that night.
On a rainy night, there were shouts of killing everywhere in Qijue Sect, and fellow sect members were killing each other. Shuo Feng was drunk at that time and didn't know what happened. When he came back to his senses, Qijue Sect had become a ruins, and the ruins were filled with the corpses of his fellow sect members.
Fortunately, the uncle was still alive. In the following years, the two found their enemies, but the enemies were too powerful and they could not take revenge on their own. So Zuo Zhanye established Yeyu Xiaozhu.
Rainy nights are easy to kill, that's what it means.
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In the big house in Shaoxing, Zhang Zhong ran into the study room in a panic. Zhao Han raised his head and looked at Zhang Zhong. He seemed to understand something, and his eye circles were a little red.
Zhang Zhong said: "Eldest Young Master... it's all over..."
Zhao Han put down his pen, walked outside the door, and kowtowed in the direction of Luzhou.
Mo Changfeng yawned and walked over and said with a smile, "You two got up very early."
Zhang Zhong looked at Mo Changfeng and said in a bad tone: "Xiao Zhu has been defeated. My young master will not threaten you anymore. Lord Mo, can you leave?"
Mo Changfeng shook his head: "No, I have to wait for someone."
"Who are you waiting for?"
Just as he was talking, a boy ran into the backyard and said, "Sir, a carriage is coming to the door."
Mo Changfeng clapped his hands and smiled: "Isn't this coming?"
After saying that, he ran out of the house.
Zhang Zhong and Zhao Han didn't know why, but they also followed.
There was a carriage parked at the gate. When the three of them went out, a middle-aged woman was getting out of the carriage.
The woman turned around and could see that she had gone through many vicissitudes over the years and was older than other women of the same age. She was wearing coarse clothes and looked less wealthy.
The woman's eyes immediately widened when she saw Zhao Han. Zhao Han lost his mind for a moment and shouted: "Mother!"
Then he ran towards the woman.
He knelt in front of the woman and hugged her legs, sobbing. The woman was already choked with sobs and could not speak.
"Jing'er, it's so hard to wait for my mother."
"mother!"
This encounter was quite touching. Mo Changfeng sighed and said to Zhang Zhong: "I have already delivered the person. From now on, there will be nothing between us. Of course, I still want to say something ugly. If you want to take revenge, you are always welcome in Changfeng Tower. .”
After Mo Changfeng finished speaking, he jumped on the carriage, clasped his fists at them and said, "Guys, let's part ways and never see each other again."
…
The Yuan family's porcelain suffered another disaster, and the eldest lady had been losing her temper all morning.
Listening to the sound of broken porcelain coming from the house, Yuan Qigang shook his head helplessly, pushed the door open and walked into the house. He saw that his daughter, who used to be elegant and calm, was now full of anger, as if she wanted to eat someone.
Yuan Qigang stepped forward and comforted him: "Wind Chime, don't get angry."
"Yeyu Xiaozhu is so unbearable!" Yuan Fengling shouted loudly, "The Liuyang faction used to be very powerful, but where is its strength? It collapsed at the first touch! And those Yuan family children! They didn't even arrive on the battlefield!"
Yuan Qigang found a complete chair and sat down: "The matter is now over, it's too late to say anything... Wind Chime, now, we should consider how to escape unscathed."
"No!" Yuan Fengling still refused to give up, "We haven't lost yet! The Bai family and Changfeng Tower suffered a lot of casualties in this battle. As long as we stay in Chang'an, they won't dare to attack, at least for a year! We rely on If we recharge our batteries this year, there will still be hope.”
Yuan Qigang looked a little uncomfortable: "Fengling, do you think we can last a year? Those uncles of yours are eager to eat us now...Girl, don't be stupid, give these to dad. You go with your mother in the afternoon Your grandpa’s house...don’t come back for now.”
Yuan Fengling was anxious: "Dad! What did you say?"
At this time, the father and daughter heard the sound of heavy footsteps coming from the yard. They pushed the door open and went out. They saw that the top brass of the Yuan family had gathered their metal, and they were in a posture of launching an army to investigate.
Yuan Fengling was not afraid and looked at them with a sneer.
Yuan Qizhi walked to the crowd and asked with a smile: "My eldest niece, what should I do now?"
Yuan Fengling asked, "What should I do?"
"The Yuan family listened to your father and daughter and turned against Changfeng Tower. Our side turned pale a few days ago. They will definitely come to our door after the new year. I wonder how the eldest niece will solve this crisis?"
Yuan Fengling stared into Yuan Qizhi's eyes and asked coldly: "You want to kill our father and daughter?"
"Hahaha," Yuan Qizhi laughed, "Wind Chime, don't speak so harshly. The Yuan family is so big, I can't be buried with you and your daughter."
Yuan Fengling sneered: "You are so old, how can you act like an idiot?"
Yuan Qizhi looked stern: "What did you say?".
"Our father and daughter are here. Even if Changfeng Tower wants revenge, they will have a target. If we die, who do you think they will cause trouble for?"
"No need to worry about this, niece. When the time comes, we will offer your heads with both hands."
"You still don't believe me when I say you are an idiot. Do you think Li Fenglan is a fool? Kill us. The commander will make her think that you have found two scapegoats. In the end, the blame will still be borne by you."
These words made everyone in the Yuan family whisper, and what she said did make sense.
Yuan Fengling continued: "Now that we have just lost one battle, you have to surrender and hand the Yuan family into your hands. They will be defeated in less than ten years. Yuan Jiankang has really lived in vain, raising such a bunch of people like you. I Dad is still the head of the family, and your niece can speak better than you now. Go back and do your own thing. If you come back to trouble me again, I don’t mind dragging you to be buried with you! You think I’m hooking up with you at night? Yu Xiaozhu? Wrong! I’m hooking up with the forces behind Ye Yu Xiaozhu.”
After saying this, everyone in the Yuan family stopped.
If Yuan Qigang and his daughter died at this time, it would really not be a good thing, let alone force them to step down. They would have to be the scapegoats.
Everyone left in despair, Yuan Fengling stared at their backs, his eyes so gloomy that he almost watered.
The troubles the Yuan family is facing now go far beyond offending Changfeng Tower, and more importantly: there is a problem with their business lines. It's the end of the year, and it's time to pay the bills. But for some reason, the shops that were very cooperative in the past have said they have no money left this year and will have to wait until the end of the year. On the way back to Chang'an, his caravan was attacked by unknown martial arts people, causing heavy casualties and plundering all the goods, money and food.
It's easy to guess who is behind these things. The only ones with such a large amount of money are the Chang'an Zhou family.
Moreover, the Yuan family did not arrive in time for the battle in Luzhou. It was probably the Zhou family's fault.
Yuan Qigang wanted to say something else to his daughter, but Yuan Fengling didn't give him this chance. She said to Liuli on the side: "Liuli, send someone to keep an eye on Yuan Qizhi. If he dares to collude with other uncles in private, you can handle it yourself. .”
"Yes, ma'am."
…
In the Divine Doctor Pavilion of Yaoxian Valley, Divine Doctor Han Liang was diagnosing the pulse of a patient.
After a while, he smiled and said to the patient: "The recovery is very good. If you take medicine for a few more months, you will be back to normal."
The man was very grateful and said, "Thank you so much, Doctor Han!"
"You're welcome...someone, take this young man to the pharmacy to get some medicine."
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The medicine boy came over and led the patient out of the Miracle Medical Pavilion, and Doctor Xiaoya on the side came over.
"Master, there is a letter from Miss Li."
As he spoke, he took out a letter from his sleeve.
Han Liang looked at it and shook his head with a wry smile: "Burn the letter. From now on, don't show me any letters from the Li family."
Xiaoya was a little embarrassed: "But..."
Han Liang stood up and said with a smile: "Nothing to worry about. After so many years, Yaoxian Valley no longer owes the Li family anything."
After saying that, he took Xiaoya's hand and walked to the attic, and said softly: "You have been here in Yaoxian Valley for twelve years, right? I have always wanted to ask you, why didn't you study medicine with my master? Why did you want to Learn from me? I'm not much older than you."
Xiaoya replied softly: "Because... I feel that your medical skills, master, are better."
"There are no outsiders," Han Liang gently rubbed the top of Xiaoya's head, "You don't have to call me master. Xiaoya, what are your plans in the future?"
"Intend?"
Han Liang nodded: "There won't be too many disciples left in Yaoxian Valley. Most of them will leave the valley after completing their studies. Now that you have mastered medical skills, I have nothing to teach you. Do you want to go out and practice?"
Xiaoya shook her head: "I don't want to go out, I want to stay in Yaoxian Valley."
Han Liang smiled happily: "Okay, there will always be a place for you in this Yaoxian Valley from now on."
"By the way," Xiaoya seemed to have remembered something, "Miss Li told me that if you don't read the letter, I will let you... just let you..."
Seeing Xiaoya's dilemma, Han Liang lowered his head and asked, "What do you want me to do?"
Xiaoya raised her head with a bright smile on her face: "I'll let you die."
This sentence shocked Han Liang. Immediately afterwards, he felt that the blood in his body began to surge, his head began to swell and hurt, and his body gradually lost strength.
He fell down and looked at Xiaoya in disbelief.
Xiaoya squatted beside him and asked with a smile: "Master, why don't you listen to Miss Li?"
Han Liang opened his mouth and spit out a mouthful of blood. He didn't have time to answer. Once the toxicity of Duangchang Powder occurs, it needs to be treated immediately, otherwise there will be no cure.
Shivering, he took out a silver needle from his sleeve and wanted to use it to soothe his acupuncture points, but before he could insert it, the needle was taken away by Xiaoya.
Xiaoya looked at Han Liang who was lying on the ground and was twitching, and the smile on her face became even more intoxicating: "Honestly, you have obviously sworn an oath to the Li family about loyalty, why don't you abide by it? Miss Li said, The disobedient chess pieces will be discarded, Master, what a pity."
Han Liang could no longer hear the following words, his five senses had failed, and he lost his breath soon.
The fifty-second generation miracle doctor of Yaoxian Valley, Han Liang, died of severe poison.
