At this moment, the Zhou family's disciples and servants finally rushed over and rushed over to Xu Yi like crazy.

Xu Yiran was not afraid, and hedged with a long sword.

This is a feast of killing, and two years of inhuman torture have brought him more power than imagined.

The blood-sea hatred that had been accumulated for several generations made him feel cold as iron and murderous intent soared into the sky.

After several slashes, Xu Yi resolutely abandoned the knife, and his fists and body were the most familiar and sharp weapons.

Every part of his body turned into a killing weapon. The irresistible power and the body movement of Biao as Qingyan made Xu Yi's subordinates have no one to join forces.

In less than half a stick of incense stick, there were countless corpses under Xu Yi, with bones accumulated like mountains and blood flowing.

The astonishing murderous intent finally defeated Rutian's fanaticism. I don't know who shouted first, and the besieged crowd suddenly dispersed like a tide.

Xu Yi didn't chase him, so he turned into the backyard and caught a fleeing maid.

After half a stick of incense, the wide Zhou family mansion seemed to have turned into an oil shop, with the smell of tung oil and tincture oil floating everywhere.

At this moment, Xu Yi plunged into Old Master Zhou's study.

The Zhou family was rich and wealthy, and Xu Yi was unwilling to enter Baoshan and returned home in vain.

Since Elder Feng’s waist bag, he has harvested more than ten red gold coins and secular wealth, it is difficult for him to see him.

Therefore, he did not search for many warehouses in the Zhou family and only entered the study of the Zhou family's great master.

Xu Yi firmly believed that the old man would never be assured to hand it over to others for the most precious thing.

Old Master Zhou’s study is very wide, seven or eight feet long, and it can be worn wide. It is decorated in antique style. On the desk of golden nanmu, sandalwood is burning in the seven treasure incense burner with gold-carved silver. The whole study is elegant and pleasant.

However, Xu Yi was not interested in enjoying it. After rummaging through the boxes and cabinets, he collected a bunch of valuable study rooms, calligraphy and paintings. With his eyesight, he knew that he could take out one of them and exchange it for money, which would be enough for ordinary people to spend half his life.

Now Xu Yi is not here. He scans around for a moment, and then his mind moves, and suddenly punches.

Boom boom boom boom...

After dozens of punches, none of the four walls on the study were intact, and they all became large holes more than a foot deep.

Looking around, Xu Yi found a red wooden box one foot square on the left wall. The hidden grids around the wooden box were all broken.

After opening the wooden box, a red light came out, Xu Yi's eyes widened. The box contained two red gold cakes, the size of a sesame cake, but extremely thick.

I took out one piece and weighed it. Each piece of red gold cake weighed a hundred taels.

Xu Yi suppressed the excitement in his heart and stuffed the two dollar cakes into his waist bag. Suddenly, a varnish-sealed envelope appeared at the bottom of the box.

Xu Yi opened the envelope, took out the letter paper, looked at ten lines at a glance, and read it in a flash.

It turned out that this letter was a private message sent by the old master of the Zhou family to Zhou Daoqian. There was nothing extraordinary in the letter. In addition to saying hello, he hoped that Zhou Daoqian could make a message to Lingxiao Pavilion and increase the Zhou family's share of a certain mine vein.

The letters are all trivial, but Xu Yi got useful information from them.

These two red gold cakes are extraordinary, and they are actually donations that the Zhou family pays to Lingxiao Pavilion every three years.

"The Zhou family accumulates every three years to have these two red gold cakes. They are precious and extraordinary. Old thief, no matter what Lingxiao Pavilion is not Lingxiao Pavilion, I will settle this fortune!"

Xu Yi was full of passion. When he thought of the old thief's harvest news, he was furious and excited.

He casually ignited the letter paper on the candlelight on the table. Xu Yi turned out and threw it on the window edge that was covered with tung oil. In an instant, the flames burst into pieces.

The wind was howling and the flames soared into the sky. In just half a stick of incense, the Zhou family mansion in the vast building turned into a sea of ​​fire.

Just as Xu Yi set fire wildly, a cavalry team was winding westward and had reached Zhoujiazhuang for more than ten miles away.

The leader was a young man in white, with a handsome and handsome face, with a five-point appearance similar to Mr. Zhou. His sword was covered with colorful gems. His white horse under his crotch was tall and long. Compared with his fellow riding team, he was more than half a head taller, and his hair was not varied.

The sky is high and the clouds are white, the surging river water is surging, the white fish are chasing waves, the vast soup is vast, the mountains of the Huiyin are lush, the wind is under the forest, the green trees are swaying, and the clear air is coming. The young master in white suddenly exudes his poetry and sings, "Every day under the green mountains, every night, the river is green. Once again, the lovesickness is far away, and the pure and beautiful flowers are clear."

"Good poems, wonderful poems!"

Wu Magistrate, who was half a horse-head behind the young master in white, praised him, "Brother Zhou Shi was not only handsome, but also had extraordinary talent. What's even more rare is that he is young and has reached the peak of his body-building cultivation. He is worthy of the successor of the Taoist Venerable!"

"Shi Shu was awarded. I heard from my father that when he was studying in Guang'an, he became friends with a group of Guang'an heroes. Shi Shu was both outstanding in poetry and books, and was the most famous talent in the society. Now, in just 20 years, Shi Shu has become the honor of a county, and he is really a talent."

The young man in white replied loudly, speaking appropriately, and hearing the magistrate Wu smiled and kept humble.

At this point, the identity of this young man in white has already been clear, and it is Zhou Shirong, the second son of Zhou Daogan.

This time, he left Lingxiao Pavilion and returned to Guang'an, one for representing Zhou Daogan's return to his hometown to visit his relatives; the other for the three-year period, the Zhou family's profits from several mines should be handed over to Lingxiao Pavilion.

The journey from the old Zhou family house to Lingxiao Pavilion is long, and the two golden cakes are valuable. Zhou Daogan dared not take risks, so he sent Zhou Shirong to escort himself next time.

And this county magistrate Wu was a friend he met when Zhou Daogan had just completed his martial arts in the past. Before he had joined Lingxiao Pavilion and had traveled to Guang'an.

In today's world, martial arts is prosperous. Not only are there many sects and thousands of families, but the royal power accumulated by the Dayue royal court for thousands of years is also not afraid to offend.

In the past, Zhou Daogan’s martial arts first became the first, but he had not obtained the green eyes of a famous sect. What he thought was nothing more than a test of fame and a guardian of the kingly way.

Therefore, with a group of so-called fellow men, they gathered together for a banquet and traveled all day long. Over time, they all came together to be called "Mingwang Society", which means the meaning of the vast kingly law.

Wu Magistrate joined the Mingwang Society at that time, but although he was in the same society, Zhou Daogan was both civil and military, and his martial arts were outstanding. In the society, he was shining with great brilliance. In contrast, Wu Magistrate's reputation is better than martial arts. In this world where martial arts are dominant, Wu Magistrate is inevitably dim compared to Zhou Daogan.

But with this cause and effect, Zhou Shirong went to Guang'an this time, so he naturally had to call Wu Magistrate.

It should be noted that Lingxiao Pavilion is in Guang'an, although it is one of the three famous sects, and its authority is already there.

Although Wu Magistrate is only a seventh rank and martial arts are not as good as the peak of bodybuilding, he is in the public ranks and represents the royal power.

Zhou Shirong knew very well that when he really went down to the local area, Wu Magistrate's signature was much easier to use than the disciples of Lingxiao Pavilion.

Sure enough, Zhou Shirong went to visit Wu Magistrate. Wu Magistrate was very happy and personally followed the team to the Zhou family's old house.

With the support of the county magistrate Wu, he walked along the way and was smooth and smooth.

However, Zhou Shirong and Wu Magistrate were praising each other and chatting and laughing. A thick smoke rose from the northwest direction. Zhou Shirong hurriedly stopped talking, reached out to pat his horse's back and gently slapped his body in the air, and his feet were three feet high. He looked into the distance in the air, and his face was ashen.

The moment Zhou Shirong soared into the sky, Wu Magistrate had already seen the smoke pillar, and his heart suddenly fell, knowing that the disaster was happening.

The Zhou family is a prominent local family. Because of Zhou Daogan's relationship, he has always been courteous and has been to Zhou's house very often, but he saw that there were fires like the sea and black smoke covering the sky. Where did he know that the Zhou family was the one who caught fire.
Chapter completed!