The blue sky is as clear as the sky, and the white clouds and green mountains and the sloping blue smoke together dilute the noisy and bustle. In this prosperous city not far from the East China Sea, a painting of dust and comfort is forcibly isolated.

The carrier pigeon passed through the sky leisurely, and broke into this new willow like smoke and the bright tranquility of the beautiful peaches.

The pigeon stopped on the arm of a thin and handsome middle-aged man. The man slowly removed the bamboo tube tied to the feet of the pigeon. When he saw the golden letter paper inside, he quickly found a book and deciphered the content of the letter according to the code words on it.

He held the letter tightly in his hand, held his cheek with his hand, and contemplated his eyebrows.

After a while, he finally got up and walked towards the depths of the courtyard.

The old man just finished breakfast, but today he didn't eat his favorite crab roe soup buns. He just drank some porridge and side dishes casually. He had just had tea leisurely, and was now writing.

Seeing Lu Yun walking quickly, he smiled and said, "Yun'er, let's see how the word "Father" is written?"

Four large characters with undried pen and ink on the white paper, "like a tiger with wings."

Lu Yun sighed lightly, "Father's handwriting is naturally excellent, but unfortunately, this wing is hard to add to it now."

The old man put the wolf hair in his hand on the pen holder, sat down slowly, poured a cup of tea, took a few sips silently, then leaned back on the back of the chair, and said calmly: "How did Qi'er make a decision?"

"According to my second brother's words, she did not return to Baqiu City, nor did she send messages to Baqiu City. She closed the door every day and sat quietly, and there was a hidden sob. She should have chosen to cut."

Lu Yun said Lu Ji's words in detail, and then looked at his father nervously.

Lu Hang, the former head of the Lu family, was the most dazzling star among the six clans decades ago, and now he is also the most mysterious leader among the six clans, and has accumulated a long time of power.

If he had just said this, even Lu Qi, who is now in a stable position in the clan, would have a difficult future.

"Are you worried that I will take my anger outrage to Qi'er?" The old man's eyelids drooped, his expressionless.

"Yes."

"Haha!" Lu Hang stood up slowly, and a smile appeared on his face, "I'm almost happy! She is your daughter or my most precious granddaughter! My granddaughter must have such courage and courage. Although it is not what we want, it is not in vain to have such a decision to do so, it is not in vain that I have been teaching me carefully for many years."

"But, father, how should we do the next step?" Lu Yun breathed a sigh of relief. It would be better if he didn't take his daughter out of anger, but there would be a charter for the follow-up matters.

Lu Hang rubbed his temples, "I said, I'm the joke that the head of the family passed it to you for a long time?"

Lu Yun was speechless and complained in his heart, I can't answer what you said, why don't you say something else?

Lu Hang picked up the pen again, licked the pen tip in a precious inkstone, and sighed, there was a little less ink.

Lu Yun hurried over to help grind the ink.

After a while, a huge black letter was freshly outlined on the paper where four big characters could have been written, and the flowing ink was indulgent and "drag"!

Lu Yun understood and bowed and stepped back.

Soon, Lu Hang's figure appeared in front of the Lu family's ancestor hall, and the secret guards around him remained silent.

He looked at the deep ancestral hall and pushed the door open and walked in.

In the hall is placed tablets of the ancestors of the Lu family in Zhenjiang. On both sides of the ancestral hall are portraits of the heads of the family dynasty, and on the other side are portraits of the tribesmen of the Lu family who have made outstanding contributions to the past dynasties.

As if countless pairs of eyes were staring, Lu Hang knelt down on the cushion in the middle and began to think.

The foundation of the Holy Water Alliance for hundreds of years is deeply rooted and lush with branches and leaves, but now there will be major changes that have not happened in a thousand years.

Should I just turn the bow of the ship and bet on the big one?

It is still conservative and hope that the foundation of the six clans will be enough to withstand this storm.

That day, the figures in the ancestral hall sat withered for a day and a night.

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In Baqiu City, there is an extremely mysterious house with a very good location and a large area. From the outside, the decoration is even more luxurious and beautiful, but the open door is always open and there are no people entering and leaving.

There was only a hunched old man in green who was carrying a broom every day and was sweeping outside the door.

Occasionally, when the smoke disappears and the sun shines; or when the clouds clear and the rain clears, he moves out a rattan chair and relaxes in the sun in the sunny courtyard of the house.

There was once a wealthy businessman who took his servants to find the only old man who was guarding the door. He said arrogantly that he had liked this place and asked the old man to offer a price. The old man didn't even raise his eyelids and ignored him at all.

There were many people watching outside, and the wealthy businessmen were not good at committing crimes in public. They left after a few harsh words.

The next day, the wealthy businessmen and servants who were still angry yesterday were discovered by a passing villager. They were stripped naked and hung under several big trees outside the city, trembling.

This incident spread throughout Baqiu City, and everyone began to stay away from this mysterious old man.

Until more than a year later, a newly-risen practice sect near Yunmeng Daze, led by the leader of his own sect who had just entered the Zhiming Realm, wanted to find a place to stay in Baqiu City, and he also fell in love with this yard.

In response to the advice from others, the head of the monk who had cultivated into the realm of Zhiming by his own strength smiled contemptuously, "What? A stronger ant is not an ant?"

I immediately took two or three confidants to the house and kicked the broom from the old man who was sweeping the floor and threw out a stack of silver notes. "I won't bully you. This money is enough for you to buy two houses. Get out of packing up."

The old man really packed his bags and left the yard.

That night, the head of the sect took his disciples into the yard.

But since then, no one who entered has come out again.

The next morning, the old man returned to the yard with his bag.

Those who entered, together with the head, were discovered three days later, with only a few heads strung together, still hanging under the tree that had hung over the wealthy businessman.

The government kept silent, and the people were silent.

Since then, no one has dared to provoke that old man anymore.

So, today there is another man in black who is dusty. When he is accompanied by a gray servant, he leads a horse and walks towards the house like a huge rock throwing into a calm pool, causing a sensation around him.

Under the silence of countless pairs of eyes, the two led their horses into it.

"What's the outcome you said this time?"

"Guess if you can come out this time?"

"I have to stare at that tree earlier this time."

The whispers around are like annoying flies, but for these general publics who are struggling to make a living, being able to bystand the misfortune of others and being able to comfort themselves is considered a rare gift from God.

In the courtyard, the old man closed his eyes and rested. The boy in black slowly walked to him five steps away and stood still, "Qin Mingyue greeted the old Pavilion Master."

The young man in black, who was exhausted, was the parent-child of Qin Li, the current head of Qingyin Pavilion, and Yinlong Qin Mingyue.

And this old man with a hunchbacked body and a not-stunning appearance was actually the Qingyin Pavilion before Qin Li. Of course, he was called the owner of Qingyi Pavilion at that time, Guan Yin.

Guan Yin didn't open his eyes and said coldly: "You are from Qingyin Pavilion, what does it have to do with me, Qingyi Pavilion?"

Qin Mingyue smiled indifferently, "The Pavilion Master knows that the old Pavilion Master is still concerned about this matter. I specially ordered me to hold a handwritten letter to ask the old Pavilion Master to personally announce it."

After saying that, he took out a letter from the small object and handed it to Guan Yin with both hands. He didn't dare to take a step closer under his feet.

This once renowned old pavilion master has many legends in Qingyin Pavilion. The most famous one is that all people in the pavilion can enter within five steps without reason and will be killed without mercy.

So there is such a funny picture now.

Guan Yin snorted coldly, waved his right hand, and the letter was pulled by Zhenyuan and broke free from Qin Mingyue's hand and hovered in front of Guan Yin.

He sneered and turned his head, looking at Qin Mingyue, "Do I say that you have a higher heart than the sky and better ambitions, or should you say that you are ignorant and fearless?"

As for the small movements Qin Mingyue had just made, Guan Yin naturally felt as if he was watching the fire.

Qin Mingyue's forehead was covered with cold sweat, and he was just trying to control the letter, wanting the old Pavilion Master to suffer a secret loss. Who would have thought that the defense he carefully laid out was false under the guidance of the old Pavilion Master's understatement? Only then did he know the old Pavilion Master's true strength?

Seeing that Qin Mingyue seemed to be in trouble, the gray-clothed servant behind him rushed forward, but he did not dare to cross the five-step boundary and said humbly: "Old Pavilion Master, Mingyue is young, I hope there are many old Pavilion Master. For the sake of the Pavilion Master, forgive me."

Guan Yin was as shaped like lightning, instantly pinched the gray-clothed servant's neck and pressed him on the trunk behind him. His finger joints were slightly pressed, making the gray-clothed servant's face red. He asked with a smile, "Terror Qin Li to threaten me?"

"Old...ge...luck...no..." The gray-clothed servant squeezed out a few syllables from his mouth from his difficulty, but his hands that clamped his neck were getting stronger and stronger, and finally he could not make another sound.

Guan Yin turned his head and looked at Qin Mingyue who was stunned and sweating in cold sweat, "Boy, what do you say?"

Qin Mingyue knelt on one knee, and although her teeth were trembling, she still gritted her teeth and said, "One person does things and one person does it. Please ask the old Pavilion Master to let Uncle Li go. I admit my mistake and be punished."

Uncle Li, who is in the Wentian Realm, can also be ranked among the top five in the entire Qingyin Pavilion, but he has no power to fight back in the old man's hands. Qin Mingyue can't help but regret his recklessness.

"It's still a handkerchief." Guan Yin snorted coldly and threw the gray-clothed servant from the ground.

"Uncle Li!" Qin Mingyue hurriedly ran over with concern.

"I can't die. Get over, I have something to tell you." As soon as he turned his head, Guan Yin was already lying on the rattan chair again.

Qin Mingyue put away every trace of arrogance and pride in her heart, stood at a distance of five steps, and listened to Guan Yin's lecture.

"Do you think you are very powerful?" Guan Yin said lightly.

Qin Mingyue thought about it and nodded.

"If you shake your head, you can only get out immediately." Guan Yin finally sat up and looked at the boy in black in front of him. "Since he started practicing at the age of fourteen, he has experienced 35 missions, and no one has failed. The highest one killed a person at the peak of Zhiming Realm. Now he is at the lowest level of Zhiming Realm, ranks ninth in the Little Heaven List, and is also Qin Li's son. There is indeed something to be proud of."

If it were just praise, there would not be so many storms, so Qin Mingyue didn't say anything and was waiting for the old man's following.

"But this time, your opponent is just a low-level Tongxuan realm, and has only been practicing for less than a year and a half. I think it's just a formality?"

"Old Pavilion Master, Mingyue did think so once."

"Then you wait for death."

Qin Mingyue's expression moved and she looked at the old Pavilion Master.

"Tomorrow morning, go see your opponent first and then come to find me. You will stay there tonight."

Guan Yin raised his hand and pointed to a position, then waved his hand to let him leave with his gray servant.
To be continued...