The goose-feather snow was boiling, falling from high in the sky, fluttering over the mountain tops, sliding over the treetops, drifting over the tall battlements of Wuguan, the shining spear tips of the soldiers, the walls, and finally fell into the city. Even before nightfall, Wuguan was covered with a thin layer of "cotton wool". The workers in Wuguan haven't finished their work yet and are searching from house to house, especially foreigners. When Hu San led people to rush into the gate of the Chen family's courtyard, he saw the Chen family's wife, Nangong Yan, washing clothes next to the big water tank, with ten slender fingers that were red from the cold. "Ouch!" Hu San said immediately, "Ms. Chen family, why are you doing this to yourself? It's so cruel!" After saying that, Hu San squatted down and reached out to grab Nangong Yan's hand. "It's the Third Master." Nangong Yan quickly stood up and wiped her hands on the apron behind her, "What a rare visitor." "I always wanted to come," Hu San said with a wink, then pursed her lips and lowered her voice. , "I heard that your man has a bad temper. How is it? Is your man feeling better?" "Good thing he's healed early, but he's just lazy." Hu San sighed with a "tsk tsk", a pair of small eyes eager to get into Nangong Yan's clothes. , but it¡¯s a pity that Nangong Yan¡¯s gray cotton robe wrapped her body tightly. "What are you busy with, Mr. San?" Hu San pulled up a stool and sat down, complaining loudly. Nangong Yan listened carefully and noticed the impatient expressions of Hu San's men. It was freezing cold, and the inside of the thatched house was not necessarily warmer than outside. She wished she could finish asking questions and go back to pay errands as soon as possible. Hu San is the head of Fang Ding. When he first saw Nangong Yan, he couldn't move his feet. I have been thinking about it these days, and then searched the whole city for it. Hehe, Hu San had a good idea in mind. "What's your man's name?" After Hu San said it for a while, he returned to the topic and asked loudly. "Chen Shimei." Liang Shan couldn't help rolling his eyes after hearing this. "Oh, Madam Chen, a neighbor reported that your husband-in-law is very similar to that gangster." The apparent reason for launching a city-wide search was naturally to catch criminals and other evildoers. Nangong Yan pretended to be panicked and patted her chest: "My man looks so weak, how could he be a gangster? Third Master, please stop talking nonsense." Hu San glared and said, "Ms. Chen family, you are familiar with it. But to be clear, the Jiangyang thief is injured. I think your husband is not sick, but injured." As he said that, his white eyes turned and he glanced into the room, pretending to stand up. He stood up and suddenly there was a piece of broken silver in his hand. "Third Master, I'll invite you to drink tea another day." "Oh? Really?" Hu San came over and deliberately raised his nose to smell it. Nangong Yan endured the annoyance in her heart and said, "I will definitely do it." Hu Sanshou nodded Nangong Yan and said, "Do you remember this?" After saying that, he glanced at the back room again and wondered what was going on in his mind. The grown man wanted the old woman to hold him up for everything, so he spat on the ground and said loudly: "Brothers, it's time to finish the work!" Hu San's voice was like fairy music. His brothers cheered and hugged Hu San out. At the courtyard gate, the sound of "drinking, drinking" came in an instant. Nangong Yan closed the courtyard door, entered the back room, and whispered: "Uncle Liang Shan, I'm afraid I can't stay here any longer." Liang Shan was about to open his mouth and say something like "You also call me Lord", but he didn't want the words to come to his lips. No, his expression changed. Um? Nangong Yan also trembled, showed a questioning expression to Liang Shan, and immediately became unable to move. Nangong Yan's heart tightened. Oh no, there was a master in the courtyard, and he was an unbeatable master. The blood on Liang Shan's face surged, and he suddenly rolled over from the bed, patted Nangong Yan on the shoulder, and said: "Run!" Nangong Yan was able to move in an instant, and heard the door slamming, followed by Liang Shan's low voice. He shouted: "Who are you?" "Okay! Okay! Okay! You are Liang Shanbo!" The voice was like rolling thunder, and Nangong Yan suddenly went limp. "A good man should do what a good man does!" Liang Shan said sternly. Nangong Yan¡¯s eyes turned black, and her hands quickly made the Dayi mudra on her chest. Although it was a copycat version, she calmed down instantly. Nangong Yan struggled to sit up on the edge of the bed, turned around, and saw two people standing face to face outside the window. Nangong Yan couldn¡¯t see clearly the face of the person coming, as if a thin light always came, faintly visible, but extremely real. "How did you kill my disciple?" The color on Nangong Yan's face turned out to be Ling Xiao's master and the headmaster of Xiaoyao Hall - Xiaoyao Jun! This person is probably very powerful. According to legend, he has broken through the Yuanying stage and is in the early stages of the Yuanying stage.  "This matter has nothing to do with her, let her go!" Liang Shan said. Liang Shan¡¯s voice didn¡¯t sound like he was trembling, but like ice cracking, which showed that the pressure he faced was unimaginable. Nangong Yan had to admit that this little man who was only in the middle level of the foundation building stage was indeed better than herself. He actually stood face to face with the leader of Xiaoyaotang without collapsing. Is this his so-called spirit of "losing the enemy but not losing the formation"? Somehow, Nangong Yan felt that the cold blood suddenly warmed up bit by bit. The road of cultivation is the road against heaven. If you don¡¯t have the courage to fight against heaven, you should go home as soon as possible. For a moment, your confused and chaotic eyes will become clear. "Okay!" Xiaoyao Jun suddenly glanced inside the room. Even if he destroyed his beloved disciple and stayed with him for three hundred years, Xiaoyao Jun could not see any anger on his face. "How did you do it?" Xiaoyao Jun asked calmly, as if he was asking about something ordinary. Liangshan's health is somewhat better, but he can't perform even 50% of his performance against Ling Xiao. "Xiaoyao Jun didn't take action, he just blamed him and suppressed him with his spiritual thoughts, but Liangshan's Finger Flicking String Tong was still able to fully display even though he was like a disabled person. Mr. Xiaoyao heard buzzing sounds in his ears, but he couldn't break his guard. His eyes were slightly glaring. Could it be that Liang Shanbo was "Three generations of love." Liang Shan replied, almost every word, he had tried his best. Full strength. "Impossible, even if Hua Yueying attacks with all his strength, at most both sides will be injured, but my disciple is dead, say!" With the last drink, Liang Shan opened his mouth to describe the details of that day, and only after he woke up did he insist Shut up. No matter what, Liangshan will give it a try. Although the man in front of him gave him a feeling of despair, Liangshan's character was extraordinary. When he needed to beg for mercy, he would never show mercy to the three Wu brothers. However, the Xiaoyao Lord in front of him was obviously useless, so he might as well just straighten his neck. . Even though he was facing an enemy, Mr. Xiaoyao had to admire this little foundation-building disciple of the Holy Sword Hall. Xiaoyao Jun originally planned to find Liang Shanbo and kill him immediately, crushing his soul, but he couldn't help but say a few more words, but now his mind changed. There must be a big secret in this guy, so he took him back quietly and forced him to say out. "Xiaoyao Jun's mind was racing, he stepped forward and grabbed Liangshan. Liangshan struggled desperately, but found that it was all in vain. He knew in his heart that it was a coincidence that he attacked the love thread of the third generation and then faced Ling Xiao that night. It¡¯s completely over now, I have to be accepted by this old bastard as a goblin. Judging from his appearance, he didn't look like he was going to take action right away, but Nangong Yan was in trouble. A murderous intent appeared on Mr. Xiaoyao's face, and he was about to raise his hand when suddenly there was a "bang" sound, like the sound of exploding soap bubbles, and Mr. Xiaoyao's barrier actually broke. The courtyard door flew out with a bang and turned into pieces floating in the air. A man in white clothes appeared.