I am the leader of the capital

The girl who looked like a maid was like a white-clothed evil spirit who walked out of the underworld, walking all the way, and red flowers bloomed all the way. More than 30 people died in the Zhennan Palace that day. About [-] corpses were found, and the rest didn't even have any bones left. They were directly crushed into a cloud of blood mist by a huge force that is beyond the grasp of ordinary people, and then washed away by the heavy rain, as if they had never appeared before. .

After much thought, Master Yan, who looked somewhat similar to Third Master Yan, decided to go to the gate to take a look. It was fine for the young people in the family to run away. If he ran away after hearing the news, he would lose his brother's face.

At the front gate, Third Master Yan held back the third young master who was about to go forward, and said to the crowd: "This is a private matter between our two families, and I hope you all disperse, so as not to be affected."

It's just human nature to watch the crowds. The old men, old ladies, and young guys who came around would not leave easily. Most of them hesitated and turned their heads three times. They even stopped after walking ten or eight steps. Yan San watched Master frowned for a while, and when he was thinking about whether to take action to teach these people a lesson, several palm-length throwing knives flew out from the gate.

The sharp and cold flying knife flew towards the crowd without holding back, and there was a burst of screaming. The crowd who wanted to watch for a while scattered and fled for their lives. Many people who went to the street to buy vegetables even spent money to buy them. I don't want all the dishes, and I can run as fast as I can.

This throwing knife is the famous weapon of Yan Ziyu, the owner of the Yan Mansion. Yan Ziyu is a famous figure in the city. Many people know his weapons. How can anyone dare to stay where they are? Besides, the third master Yan also warned in advance that there is danger Let everyone disperse, if anyone stays firmly in place and accidentally loses an arm or a leg, there is no reason for it.

Even if you go to the capital, you can't escape the grievances of the rivers and lakes. Whoever makes people fight in the rivers and lakes, you rush forward.

Yan Ziyu, who looked majestic but panicked, came out of the mansion, her eyes with double eyelids and heavy eyes focused on Yun Qianyu in an instant, her pupils shrank suddenly as if she had been pricked by a needle, and she stared intently. After two glances, he glanced around and landed on Yun Musheng.

"You all back down." Yan Ziyu saw that her three sons were all here, and two of their faces were a little swollen. life, so let the two leave first with the boss who fainted.

Seeing that the second and third child were unwilling to leave, Yan Ziyu was a little relieved under his face full of anger. He cupped his hands at Yun Musheng and said, "I'm under Yan Ziyu, this must be Mr. Yun?"

Yun Musheng nodded, but his gaze was the same as Yun Qianyu's, following the five flying knives as they whirled around on the road in front of Yan's mansion. After the flying knives dispersed the crowd, they went straight back to Yan Ziyu's hands. In the heat of the day, he said to Yan Ziyu: "You have a good throwing knife, aren't you? It's a bit military, simple and tricky."

"Young Master Yun is absurdly praised, it's just a small skill that is not popular."

Yan Ziyu's first reaction was to be complacent. He learned flying knives when he was young. Later, he practiced on the battlefield and kept simplifying. Finally, he became what he is now. It can be said that he has mastered an ordinary flying knives by himself. It turned into a distinctive flying knife technique, and then he answered modestly.

This is the first time Yan Ziyu met the master of Xueyu Villa. Last time, the person who claimed to be a maid was really scary, which made him feel a little restrained in front of Yun Musheng, and even kept looking around, with a pair of ears. He never stopped capturing the sound, and he was a little worried that Yun Tomb had brought a master of the same level as the maid last time.

"Small tricks?" Yun Musheng asked suspiciously.

Yan Ziyu was also taken aback, she didn't expect someone to say the words of self-effacement, but she repeated: "Compared with the magical skills of Guishanzhuang, the flying knife technique of my Yan's mansion is just a trivial skill, and it is difficult to achieve greatness. Hall of Elegance."

"What are the prices of various exercises in the market?" Yun Musheng turned to Li Yu and asked Li Yu. Li Yu's family had a shop, and he helped the family run it very early.

"The most common boxing method is only a dozen pennies. Basically, it is the cost of printing. You can earn a penny or two if you sell a copy. Anyway, they are all high-end goods, and there is no cost. Everyone knows it. The kung fu method is a little more expensive, it may cost tens of taels, and the top grade in the middle class is worth a few hundred taels, those high-grade and township and town ancestor skills are not measured by money." Li Yu roughly explained for a moment.

Yun Musheng nodded, and said to Yan Ziyu: "If you say you are not popular, then it is only a few yuan. Seeing that you are also a respectable person, giving you more than ten yuan is simply humiliating you deliberately. Come on, I will give you 500 taels, and teach my maid this knife throwing technique."

Not to mention Yan Ziyu and the third master Yan behind him, even the faces of the people behind Yun Musheng are a little weird. Are they good at doing business or plundering?What made people feel even more outrageous was that Yun Qianyu nodded and replied, "Well, it's really good, I want to learn it."

Standing on the side, Bai Lianhua kept her chin up, looking proudly at Young Master Yan who had been slapped in the face by herself with the scabbard, before Yan Ziyu, whose face turned into a pig liver, rushed to flatter her. : "The eldest son is really righteous, and he cares less about money than righteousness. In order to take into account the face of the Yan family, he spends an extra 500 taels for more than a dozen Wen."

As soon as Bai Lianhua finished speaking, Yun Musheng smiled and said the praise, while Yan Ziyu's complexion was even more ugly, as if eating a bowl of flies. The face is dissatisfied.

Seeing the silence of his father and third uncle, the third son of Yan was a little angry for a while, secretly hating his father for losing his courage when he got older, and replied angrily: "The words of robbing and plundering are so nice. What are you doing? Do you really think that your Xueyu Villa can only cover the sky with one hand?"

"Shut up." Yan Ziyu looked ugly, turned around and scolded the third son.

"Hush, let him finish." Yun Musheng made a quiet finger in front of his lips, turned his eyes from the third master Yan to the face of the third master Yanzi Yuyan, and said softly with a smile that was not a smile: "I will let you two Don't talk, let him finish."

Looking at his father and uncle who were silent and dare not speak, the third son of Yan was even more angry, feeling useless, and threatened in a loud voice: "If we tear our faces, maybe we will die, but I think your Xueyu Villa can withstand it." How many rounds of attacks by Uncle's hundreds of thousands of troops? I hope that Mr. Yun will not regret it when he tramples your Xueyu Villa to the ground."

The complexions of everyone in the field changed. Zhao Hongda and the others were full of fear and worry. What they were afraid of was the power of Zhennan King. What they were worried about was that if it was true as what the third son of Yan said, no matter how strong Xueyu Villa was, how would they be able to stop it? To survive the attack of hundreds of thousands of troops?And Yan Ziyu and Yan Sanye looked at Sanzi Yan with eyes full of hatred.

"Does this mean to destroy my Xueyu Villa?" The tall boy squinted his eyes.

"The dog is ignorant, and I still hope that Mr. Yun is Haihan." Yan Ziyu hurriedly apologized to Mr. Yun, then turned to the third son and said, "You bastard, don't you hurry up and apologize to Mr. Yun?"

"Why? Father, how can you be so cowardly..."

"Snapped!"

Before Third Young Master Yan could finish speaking, the Patriarch of Yan Mansion slapped him, and the slap silenced the young man's unfinished words.

Young Master Yan looked at the beating killing intent in his father's eyes, and closed his mouth in horror. His father was still the fierce father who had been on the battlefield with blood in his hands, and he had never changed. It's just that he met someone more ruthless today. Put away your sharp teeth.

He has no doubt that if he continues to talk, his father may really kill him in order to save the Yan Mansion, and he can't help but secretly hate himself for being dazzled by blood, blinded by shame, and even a junior like himself can't bear it Shame, if he still has the ability to wrestle arms, his father is also a person who travels widely, so how could he be easily weak.

Yun Musheng's face was full of disdain; Yun Qianyu didn't know what he was thinking, and his face was wandering; Yun Bailing's face was full of excitement; Bai Lianhua was extremely excited, and Han Di's mansion standing behind Yun Bailing looked at Yun Tomb with concern The back of the student, the others frowned one by one.

"Clap, clap!"

Yun Musheng applauded softly, which seemed very abrupt in this quiet environment, and said in his mouth: "Okay, very good, the subordinates of our villa pass by your door and you insult them with words, and I will destroy my snow if I come to reason Yushanzhuang, are you bullying our small household in Xueyushanzhuang?"

"It's all a misunderstanding, how dare the Yan family insult Guishanzhuang, I will punish those guards severely, and ask Mr. Yun to raise your hand." Third Master Yan cupped his hands at Yun Musheng.

The young man walked slowly in front of Third Young Master Yan, looked at the young man's evasive gaze, turned his head to Yan Ziyu and asked, "Then if I kill this ignorant man, will someone of you avenge him?"

The scene was silent for a while, no one spoke, the sound of hoofbeats came from a distance, a white horse was galloping like a gust of wind, a group of people looked sideways, a young man in black with black hair and an extraordinary figure jumped off the white horse, and saw Yan Ziyu and the others were still standing still, and Yan Mansion was relieved that it was not damaged by the war.

"My next Yan Heye has met Mr. Yun." The young man took a few steps quickly, and cupped his hands at Yun Tomb. Although he had never seen him before, Yan Heye still accurately found Yun Tomb. Seeing that everyone was looking at them with their nostrils, only a man and a woman. It was time for a salute, and a few other riders arrived. A group of men in military armor got off their horses. Immediately, there was a smell of military blood in front of the gate of Yan Mansion. .

Looking at the burly and majestic soldiers, Yun Musheng raised his eyebrows, "Who are you? You didn't come to kill me, did you?"

Yan Heye was stunned for a moment, quite astonished, and hurriedly said: "Young Master Yun was joking, next time Yan Heye, my father Zhennan King, these are my father's most trusted right-hand men, I heard that Young Master Yun has arrived in Yunyue City, want to Invite Mr. Yun to get together and show some friendship as a landlord."

"But there was a conflict between our villa and your palace before. What do you want me to do? Hongmen Banquet?" Yun Musheng smiled slightly, and no one else said anything. After all, the conversation between the heir of Zhennan King and the eldest son of Xueyu Villa Not everyone can participate.

"It's all old stuff, so why mention it again, not to mention that people in the world don't know each other. If Mr. Yun is free, Yan will definitely sweep the couch to greet him." Yan Heye's words and deeds are decent, neither humble nor overbearing. Yun Yue only brought one of his sons with him when he was in Taoism, and the others stayed in the capital.