Zhumen is located at the Water Drop Lake, and one of the capitals, Water Drop City, is distributed around this calm lake.

The willows are swaying and the scenery is pleasant. The capital of Water Drop has always been the most comfortable climate. Some wealthy businessmen are willing to spend all their money and buy a house near Water Drop Lake in order to get the charm of Water Drop Lake and enjoy the tranquility of the bustling and bustling imperial capital.

Following the long street of Shuidi Lake, until the end is the gate of Zhumen, which is the best scenery of Shuidi Lake.

Zhumen Gate is in the downtown area in the first half, and in the second half, it completely enters the Lake Island Mountain. The towering pavilions and towers appear and are looming in the tall weeping willow forests, quiet and elegant.

However, the sound of suona sounds echoed in front of Zhumen’s courtyard like cries. When Zhu Minglang stepped into the gate, he saw one shocking white lantern after another...

Some strange beast carriages were parked at the wide gate, and groups of high-ranking officials and nobles were entering the Zhu Gate. In front of the Zhu Gate was a couple with gray hair.

Their faces were gloomy, but they were talking to the visitors out of a numb manner.

Their eyes were extremely empty, as if their souls were not on their bodies.

There are endless people coming to mourn, with white sails and dark fonts accompanied by the tragic suona...

It's clearly a funeral!

Whose death??

Zhu Minglang's pace involuntarily accelerates.

He walked towards the door and stared at the white couple.

The couple did not notice Zhu Minglang at first. After seeing the young man's appearance clearly, their empty eyes finally had some luster flowing!

"Uncle, aunt..." Zhu Minglang looked at them, suddenly as if he was stuck in his throat and could not speak.

"Xiao Lang?" The couple suspected that they had read it wrong and confirmed it again and again.

Finally, the couple ran down from the higher level at the same time. It seemed that only by touching Zhu Minglang's temperature could he be sure that this was a living person!

"Uncle, aunt, who are you doing the funeral for?" Zhu Minglang asked.

Zhu Minglang already has an extremely bad premonition at this moment.

His uncle Zhu Yushan and his aunt Bai Xin are those who have never had any children. They treat themselves more like their own children.

Later, when he was nearly forty years old, Zhu Yushan and Bai Xin decided to adopt an orphan who defected to the Zhu Sect as their adopted son, named Zhu Tong.

Zhu Tong has been sensible and well-behaved since childhood. Although his qualifications are not high-quality, he is always grateful to Zhu Yushan and Bai Xin, and respects his cousin even more...

Zhu Minglang saw the white lanterns and saw the words written on the white hang, and then he felt something was wrong.

"You're back, you're back."

Zhu Yushan's face showed wrinkles. He was obviously sad, but he was happy and excited when he saw Zhu Minglang.

The same is true for Bai Xin. She saw that her child who was traveling abroad finally returned, and she didn't want to let go of her arm when she grabbed Zhu Minglang.

"Uncle, aunt, where is Zhu Tong?" Zhu Minglang asked again.

Just then, a man riding a granite ceratops came, with half a beard and holding a decorated fan in his hand.

Aside him, there was a young man with dark pupils and a cold expression, and even wearing a black suit.

"Brother Yushan, Brother Yushan, is wrong with me. I, a dog, raise some evil dragons and dragons on weekdays. The most important thing is that he really doesn't know that the yellow-haired boy is your adopted son of Zhu Yushan. For this reason, I specifically asked me to carry a thorn here to apologize. I also hope that Brother Yushan will not pity the old love no matter what. You can do whatever you want to do, and you will obey it!" The man with half beard said with a heartbroken look.

Zhu Yushan, Bai Xin looked at this time and found that the young man in black clothes was actually carrying a bundle of thorns on his skin...

But what is the point of apologizing for guilt?

What he was hurt was just some flesh and blood. When he went back and wiped the scratch medicine, it would be fine, but Zhu Tong would always sleep in the cold wooden coffin!

"It's a sad thing, a sad thing. Every competition will eventually cause someone's life. Brother Zhu Yushan must not hurt the harmony between Zhumen and Zi Zonglin because of this." At this time, a wife wearing a royal family robe said.

"Yes, competitions and competitions often hurt innocent people, let alone two disciples who have to decide the outcome. Brother Yushan, even if you have any difficulties, even if you tell us Zi Zonglin, our Zi Zonglin is indeed wrong first." said the middle-aged man with half a beard.

"Skills are not as good as people, and life and death are also subject to fate. I know that I shouldn't be too serious, but the Dragon Shepherd sometimes cannot fully control the blood nature of the dragon beast. If I have to take the blame like this in every game I win in the future, then I might as well commit suicide first and apologize. Don't hold any competitions for the major sects and clans!" The young man in black clothes said with a little resentment in his heart.

At this moment, a figure suddenly passed through the group of people. He grabbed the black young man's throat with one hand, making his throat sound!

"I'll do it for you, and you don't have to kowtow in the door!" Zhu Minglang pinched the young man's throat, and countless white liyu appeared all over his body.

These feathers hovered around Zhu Minglang like rotating blades. With his order, the young murderer would be cut into pieces!

"Xiaolang, Xiaolang, no, no." At this time, aunt Bai Xin rushed over and hurriedly grabbed Zhu Minglang's hand and signaled him to let go.

"What a bastard, you're actually committing a crime here!" The man with half beard was furious, and he slapped Zhu Minglang with his palm.

A huge image appeared in his palm, like a door with a blazing flame.

A Canglong in the door, with purple flames all over his body, opened his mouth and bit Zhu Minglang's body.

Seeing this, Bai Xin hurriedly wanted to block Zhu Minglang, but Zhu Minglang stopped Bai Xin with one hand, and his eyes suddenly flashed with a bright red light, and his aura suddenly surged in an instant, like a demon!

"Sword Spirit Dragon."

With a sound, he saw a sword breaking through the space, and only a gorgeous phantom flashed out, slashing at the purple-flaming Canglong without everyone reacting.

The purple-flame dragon was shocked. It originally wanted to bite Zhu Minglang, but it didn't dare to get out of the door for a moment and escape back to the spiritual realm like an earthworm.

"Xiaolang, Xiaolang..." Bai Xin dissuaded again.

At this time, the entire gate looked at Zhu Minglang, who was pinching the black young man's neck.

"Isn't that Zhu Minglang???"

"Is it Zhu Tianguan's son, is Zhu Minglang, the sword cultivator who is so good at it?"

"Aren't there any rumors that he's dead?"

"Zhu Minglang was once a little devil in the imperial capital. Even the children of the royal family were cut off by him. Hao Shaocong, the eldest disciple of Zi Zonglin, was probably in great trouble."

"What a big trouble? I didn't hear that this little devil angered Cang Tian. His sword cultivator was completely destroyed and turned into a mortal wandering around, and he had no shame to come back!"

Not many people came up to dissuade them, they all stood aside and watched the show.

Are there still fewer such things between the Zonglin clan?

In the end, it was because of the Jiting royal family that big things turned into small things. In the end, it was nothing more than who had greater power and more background.

"Get out and kowtow a hundred heads, otherwise I will kill you and your father." Zhu Minglang pushed hard and threw the little bastard on the ground.

Hao Shaocong coughed violently, his face flushed, and his anger quickly filled his chest. After the breath finally got even, he stood up and pointed at Zhu Minglang and said, "What are you? Are you a bullshit brother of Zhu Tong?"

At this time, the man with half beard hurriedly pulled Hao Shaocong to his side, and glared at him fiercely, making him shut up.

"Father, this man wants to kill me..."

"Shut up!" Haoyong shouted loudly, scaring Hao Shaocong so much that his face was pale and retreated to the side of the royal wife.

Haoyong took a deep breath, then he piled up apologetically on his face and said, "It turns out that he is the son of the famous official Zhu Tian, ​​Zhu Minglang. This time, the dog was too angry during the competition, and he failed to lose Zhu Tong's life. As a father, I will definitely supervise myself and let my son kowtow these hundred heads in front of Zhu Tong's mourning hall."

"Zhu Minglang?" The royal lady stared at Zhu Minglang up and down, and finally snorted coldly, "Hmph, it's no longer the past, but it's still so rampant. I really deserve Zhu Tianguan and Zhu Xuehen to hide you, and you can do whatever you want in this imperial capital."

"Mrs. Zhao, get out as far as you want, and say something more to me, Zhu Minglang doesn't like to listen to. I promise that your Zhao clan can also catch up with this month to hold a funeral." Zhu Minglang said coldly to the royal wife.

They are all old acquaintances who have celebrated the festival, and Zhu Minglang doesn’t need to be polite to them.

Mrs. Zhao relied on being a member of the royal family to support the father and son of the Hao family. Although her uncle Zhu Yushan and aunt Bai Xin have always been ordinary people, they are definitely not bullied!

Want to calm down as a royal family and dream!

"You..." Mrs. Zhao pointed at Zhu Minglang, but she was so angry that she couldn't even speak.

The most important thing is that Mrs. Zhao is really afraid of Zhu Minglang. Zhu Minglang has done all of this, not to mention that her mother's Zhao clan is not a royal family.

Zhu Minglang can do this, and with Zhu Tianguan here, no one dares to take Zhu Minglang for any reason.

"Xiaolang, it's good if you come back, it's good if you come back. Zhu Tong's affairs, alright, go see him first. He has always wanted to see you again. Zhu Tong has been practicing hard all these years, just to be able to catch up with you... Alright, go see him and talk to him." Bai Xin said, tears fell down her face.

How could she not be angry or sad for her adopted son?

But what can they do?
Chapter completed!