Xu Yi shook his head blankly, and the fat shopkeeper sneered, "I don't even know the Immortal Saint. You dare to say that you are a monk, neither a monk. Sixty years ago, your mother was in the womb. How could you make enemies with the Yuan family? Come and mess with me, go, hurry up, old man, I'm a small business, but I can't afford to offend this fishy smell."

With a clang, a piece of gold ingot hit the dull and slightly moldy table, "It shouldn't be difficult to tell a story for you." Xu Yi said with a smile.

He exchanged gold ingots with resources on the way. No matter how far he gets, he will always remember a rule: a poor family and a rich family.

The fat shopkeeper's eyes shone, and he took away the gold ingots and said, "Now I believe that you are a monk, you are really a monk. Look at the time you smashed the gold ingots, in your eyes, this gold ingot is not money."

Xu Yi waved his hand and said, "Speak the main point, otherwise I will get it back."

"No, no, no!"

The fat shopkeeper waved his hands repeatedly, "Actually, no one knows about the Yuan family's affairs..."

"Wait, Da Song Kingdom, isn't this Da Yue Kingdom?"

Xu Yi was confused.

The fat shopkeeper glared at him, "Now I believe it more. You are not only a monk, but also a great monk. You must have gone into seclusion in the past few decades, otherwise, why don't you even know how you change the dynasty..."

The fat shopkeeper was a talkative person, and his thinking was open. As soon as he became distracted, he really got to the point. Seeing that Xu Yi had a bad look, he quickly turned back to the topic, afraid that Xu Yi would ask him for the gold nugget. "Sixty years ago, the Immortal Saint wiped out the major forces that guarded Dayue and floated away. Yuan Qinghua... The man, with the identity of the Immortal Saint's personal butler, issued a decree on behalf of the Immortal Saint to support the Lin family of the Great Yue nobles, replaced it and established the Great Song Dynasty."

"Because the Lin family is not a family of cultivators, the throne is obtained entirely by external forces, and it is extremely unstable. In just sixty years, it has passed through the Five Emperors. Now, the entire Dayue is respected by all the major princes, and the central government is respected by the General King Yuan Jingxu. The prince of Pingxi, who was filial to the original works of the immortal saint, was Yuan Jingxu's grandson, and his mother, Princess Pingxi, was Yuan Jingxu's concubine daughter."

"The Yuan family is powerful, and it is definitely not a general, king, Yuan... The eighth son of the old man, four of them are princes outside, four of them are high-ranking officials in the court, and the other nine daughters are all married to one of the princes as concubines, or to the nobles in the court as officials. Now, the entire Dayue no longer knows that there is the Lin family, only the Yuan family..."

Xu Yi was stunned. No matter how dull he was, he should know that the immortal saint was talking about himself.

In the past, when he returned to Dayue, he indeed wiped out the powerful people in this world. After settled Yuan Qinghua, he took Yan Zi and piaoling away.

But he never expected that the butterfly effect would set off such a terrifying storm, bringing a mediocre half-baked monk Yuan Qinghua to his current status.

Xu Yi said, "The Yuan family is so popular, I think there are many unfilial children. Somehow I have a conflict with you with the store?"

The fat shopkeeper had a dozen rags and pressed his voice to a very low level. "The Yuan family didn't have a good job. The upper beam was not straight, the lower beam was crooked, and the root was broken..."

Before he finished speaking, two wooden doors were pushed open. A thick woman rushed in, holding a fat face of crying flowers and howled, "The boss, it's not good. Yunyun asked those Tianshamen to capture them. She just got out of school and caught them from my eyes. Tianshamen..."

The fat shopkeeper was dizzy and was about to faint. Xu Yi glanced at him and his thoughts activated, and he immediately supported the fat shopkeeper.

"Damn it, it's not human. I'm fighting with his dog..."

The fat shopkeeper cursed wildly, picked up the wide-mouthed kitchen knife dipped in the pork strips on the table, and rushed out.

"Master, don't..."

Looking at the fat shopkeeper like the wind, he hit the bright red door curtain that looked like a tiger's mouth, and the thick woman screamed in despair.

Xu Yi narrowed his eyes slightly, and sent out a thought, hitting the woman's jade pillow, and the excited woman fell asleep immediately.

Then, Xu Yi slowly stood up and headed towards the Yuan family gate.

The fat shopkeeper rushed in with a knife, shocking everyone. Because it was too lively and noisy, the fat shopkeeper squeezed into the gate with a knife and rushed into the door frantically. He was about to run into two gentlemen Zhike who were singing the ceremony, which instantly attracted the attention of the audience.

"Take a death, take it!"

The butler, who was about to welcome the guests, was shocked and shouted loudly. On such a happy day, if a mistake occurred, it would be a huge decline, let alone such a scene.

The butler wished he could cut the guard outside the door into pieces. He knew very well that even if this matter was pressed, the master would not give him good fruit.

"Damn it, damn fools, I really want to die and choose the wrong place."

The butler is full of resentment. ::

There is no need for the steward to be furious. All the guards knew that the disaster was coming. The plan for the present is to seize this bastard before everyone, and maybe even reduce the crime.

The fat shopkeeper is known as "Lao Qian". He is an old neighbor here. Many of the onlookers know him. When they see this situation, they are deeply worried about Lao Qian.

"Die!"

Chen Feng, the captain in charge of the security in front of the door, arrived first, and pulled away the two guards who were rushing to the front, and directly pointed the seal at the fat shopkeeper's head.

"Save his life!"

The butler shouted loudly, and Chen Feng's palm suddenly turned and changed his head to shoulder.

Unexpectedly, his handprints as fast as lightning suddenly became frozen. Old Qian subconsciously slashed Chen Feng's wrist with a knife. With a crisp sound, Chen Feng's left hand was broken with his wrist.

"ah!!"

Chen Feng screamed and stared at the kitchen knife in Lao Qian's hand in disbelief. It was completely difficult to understand. You know, he is a mid-stage cultivator of liquid condensation, and his muscles and bones have already been trained to the extreme. Even if a kitchen knife like this is taken by a giant man and chopped it on his bones, he can only chop the blade up, and at most he breaks a little skin.

But now, his wrist was cut off by an ordinary person with no cultivation. How could this be...

Chen Feng's wrist was cut off, which caused a sensation in the audience, but the guards involved in the siege were eager to make contributions and brought them to Lao Qian.

Some people were cautious and simply attacked the true energy, while others attacked with weapons.

Lao Qian, who had put life and death aside, had a fire on his chest, rushed straight into the door, ignoring his thirty-two, and slashing his sword.

"ah!"

"My sword!"

"My hand!"

In an instant, there were endless screams in the field. Wherever Lao Qian's kitchen knife passed, his broken limbs flew across, and his magical weapons and armor were all broken. Lao Qian was even immune to all magical techniques and chopped out a bloody path.

"This, this, stop him..."
Chapter completed!