It rained outside. The summer rain was surprisingly cold, which made the temperature between heaven and earth drop a lot. There was a bone chilling chill on the body.


    The Wang family courtyard is very lively. The rain can''t quench the enthusiasm of the monks who came to congratulate, and can''t stop the excitement of the Wang family.


    "Congratulations, Wang Daoyou."


    "Ha ha, happy together, please come in, please come in."


    "Oh, master Qian, you really brighten my Wang family when you come. Please come and make a pot of spirit tea for master Qian."


    "I didn''t expect that even Taoist priest Qianmian came. The seniority is really frightening."


    "That''s not true. Although Taoist Qianmian is a casual monk, he is already one of the old monsters who can stand side by side with the four great ancestors. It is said that they are only one step away from the Supreme God."


    "It seems that the face of the Wang family is really frightening now."


    The Wang''s courtyard is noisy, noisy and bustling. Only the gifts sent by the visitors have filled half of the courtyard.


    "It''s a pity that Wang Yu is no longer here. Otherwise, it may be time to get married. As the eldest son of the Wang family, his pomp may be more frightening."


    "Have you heard? It is said that Wang Yu had an engagement with LAN linger, the first beauty in Huangling city. It''s a pity..."


    "Alas, only the favored son of heaven such as Wang Yu is worthy of that beautiful woman."


    LAN ling''er, who was walking into the royal palace with her father, couldn''t help frowning when she heard the whispers around her, but there was no big wave on her cold face.


    I don''t know how much gossip she has heard in the past year. She has long been used to it.


    "Lord LAN, ouch, rare guests, please come in." Wang Heming just walked out of the courtyard, saw LAN Yutian and hurriedly welcomed him again.


    Although his royal family is already the largest force in Huangling City, after all, as the city leader, he has a tianmeng background behind him, and his royal family is not easy to neglect.


    What''s more, they almost formed an in laws, and the two sides are close.


    Somehow, Wang Heming suddenly came up with the idea. Inadvertently, he thought of his dead son and frowned.


    "You''re welcome, Mr. Wang. You and my family don''t have to say two words..." Lan Yu Tianhao laughed a few times, but his eyes were filled with a trace of disgust. After that, he asked his daughter to send a congratulatory gift.


    "Master Wang, this is my father''s little intention. Please accept it." Lan linger presented the luxurious and elegant brocade box in her hand. Wang Heming hypocritically pushed it off and accepted it with a smile.


    When the guests were full, after a feast, the sky outside became darker and darker, overcast and rainy.


    The heavily guarded gate of the king''s house looked so imposing and elegant, but at this moment, a startling noise suddenly came out.


    "Boom!"


    The sound was like nine sky thunder, rolling in, shaking people''s ears and eyes. Under the rolling smoke, the imposing gate of the king''s house was already in ruins.


    Those imposing guards at the door have long disappeared. Some are only pools of blood on the ground, and some are bloody fragments.


    The heavy rain washed away the blood on the ground.


    A gray figure approached the Wang''s courtyard step by step. Behind him, it seemed that there was an abyss like darkness rolling constantly, a sense of fighting surged everywhere, and the ground slowly condensed a layer of frost.


    Inside the high wall, there was no noise of gongs, drums and Qin music. After a moment of silence, it became very noisy. The whole courtyard suddenly became chaotic with a cry, roar and cry for help.


    "Who is it! Who dares to break into my Wang''s house! Asshole, I''ll kill him!"


    In the dark, Wang Heming''s voice was constantly roaring, echoing in the roaring rain and rolling thunder, like a fierce beast with angry hair and a frightening roar.


    Halfway through the banquet, the guests who were preparing a congratulatory message were suddenly interrupted by this shocking thunderbolt, staring at the darkness at the front door of the courtyard, wondering what had happened.


    After a short period of consternation, there were shouts of killing, the clash of swords, gold and iron, the collapse of bloody houses, and a shrill scream.


    Du Yuesheng walked to the bright place step by step. Without taking a step, his mind always flashed pictures uncontrollably.


    It was a lovely and beautiful face. He tilted his head and said to himself naively, "would you like to be my master? An apprentice like me, you''ve got a big bargain!"


    "Hey, can you listen to me after all? A fool like you who doesn''t understand anything, you''d better follow me and let me protect you."


    "Don''t worry, I''m an expert of the divine emperor. I''ll take you to the Jianghu. It''s absolutely no problem!"


    That once ridiculous words, but now it makes people cry. Du Yuesheng feels that his heart has been calm for a long time, as if it has been taken away by something.


    The rain stayed along his face and came to his mouth, but there was a salty taste. It was like tears, wasn''t it?


    No one knows.


    Du Yuesheng looked indifferent. His eyes became more and more dark. They were as deep as an endless abyss and frightening. They were as indifferent as mole ants, turning into a terrible scene.


    His whole body lit up a flame, like a boiling wave, rushed out in the roar, and in the shrill scream, those who tried to stop him became ashes.


    In front of him, all life was small and pitiful. No one could get close to him, either crawling for survival under the momentum of terror, or turning into ashes in the boiling fire waves.


    It was a terrible and incomparable momentum, like a high God and the emperor of heaven who dominated everything. All things could only surrender in front of him. Behind him was like an abyss, and his dark eyes reflected a terrible scene.


    Under such momentum, the strong men of the Wang family all changed their faces. Even the most distinguished Taoist priest with thousands of faces frowned involuntarily.


    "The breath of God? Why is the breath of God so strong?"


    In the sound of doubt, Wang Heming rushed out of the hall with a cavity of anger and met the figure in the rain.


    "Who are you?" Wang Heming almost spit out word by word with his teeth. His eyes erupted with anger, and his slender eyes shot out a murderous light.


    "The man who killed you."


    Du Yuesheng was expressionless and looked at him as if he were looking at a dead man.


    Wang Heming smiled. He smiled very ugly and was so angry that the corners of his mouth were twitching.


    He has lived for so many years and traversed Huangling city for so many years. No one speaks to him in such a tone.


    But those who speak have been buried somewhere!