Riverside.

The filial piety tent was raised in the Su family's courtyard, and the sound of monks chanting sutras could be heard.

More than two hundred years ago, the ancestors of the Su family swept through the six counties of Jiangnan with a silver spear. They encountered few opponents. There were many heroes who were defeated by the Fengming marksmanship passed down by their family.

After the Su family became famous, they established themselves in the Jianghu as the "Xingyuan Escort Agency". Later, they opened a large number of docks on the riverside and monopolized the fishery and shipping. The business was booming, and the land and village were purchased.

One place after another, two generations have become a prominent family in the south of the Yangtze River.

But in recent decades, although the Su family's heritage still exists, its population has become increasingly thin.

On the sixth day of March, Su Jinrong, the head of the Su family, passed away. Although there were many people in white clothes who were busy working in the family, the only ones covered in linen were his eldest son Su Qiyun and his wife, and his nine-year-old eldest grandson Su Huai'er.

The Su family was a prominent family, so it was not surprising that celebrities came to express their condolences in an endless stream.

But what surprised Su Qiyun was that three of the four major martial arts sects in the world also came.

Although the Su family is a famous family, in the eyes of the four major martial arts sects with thousands of years of foundation, it is still not enough.

But at this time, the heads of the three sects of Tianlan Peak, Luoxiatan, and Cuiyougu were sitting in the Xiaopai, which really made Su Qiyun feel frightened.

He even wondered whether the abbot of Tieshan Temple would suddenly show up.

Just as he was about to invite the three heads to the main hall to rest and talk, he suddenly heard the roar of a servant behind him. Su Qiyun turned around and saw a man wearing a bamboo hat and black clothes, regardless of the servant's obstruction.

Went into the courtyard.

This man had a narrow sheathed long knife hanging on his waist, and a pair of cold eyes stared blankly at the black coffin in the center of the courtyard.

It is taboo to enter the mourning hall with weapons.

The person who came was not good, so Su Qiyun became vigilant.

How could a martial arts family with a foothold in the martial arts world have no enemies? But Su Qiyun couldn't remember who they were for a moment.

Su Qiyun bowed to the three heads and said, "To make you laugh, let me deal with this person first."

The three heads nodded slightly.

Su Qiyun took two steps forward, looked this strange man up and down, and then shouted: "This is my father's mourning hall, please get out immediately!! I am wearing a mourning belt at the moment and it is not convenient for me to do anything with you, even if it is to seek revenge.

You need to follow some rules!! My Su Family Courtyard is not a place where you can come just as you want!!"

The man in black did not answer, his eyes still staring straight at Master Su's coffin.

Seeing that the other party was indifferent, Su Qiyun nodded to a burly man next to him.

The man's name is Shi Yong, a senior escort leader of the Su Family Escort Bureau. He has been practicing martial arts for nearly thirty years and has become extremely proficient. In his decades of escort career, many heroes have died under his iron fists.

Even those who were lucky enough to survive would still have broken bones and muscles, no different from a disabled person.

After getting the hint from his master, Shi Yong clenched his fists and strode towards the man in black.

"Didn't you hear what my young master said clearly? This is my mourning hall. If you insist on making trouble, we can go out..."

Before he finished speaking, Shi Yong's voice stopped abruptly.

There was a narrow and thin opening in his throat, and a small amount of blood slipped down his neck.

"thump!"

Shi Yong fell to the ground on his back.

Looking at the hand of the man in black, a long knife has been unsheathed.

Everyone was shocked.

No one saw clearly how the knife was pulled out!

Even Qiu Bufeng, the master of Tianlan Peak who was famous for his fast swords, was surprised by the speed of drawing the sword. Even he could only vaguely see the afterimage of drawing the sword.

Su Qiyun stared at Shi Yong's body, speechless for a long time. He knew that he was definitely no match for this man!

The gap is too big!

Su Qiyun suppressed his fear and said in a deep voice: "You actually dare to commit such a murderous attack in front of the three masters. Are you too arrogant?"

This sentence is very euphemistic.

But the meaning is very clear.

He, Su Qiyun, was counting on the heads of three famous sects to take action to suppress this person.

How could the three leaders not understand?

But the three of them just looked at each other and no one took action.

It seems that even they are not completely sure that they can capture this person!

At this time, Qiu Bufan coughed twice and said: "If I read it correctly, this is Silla's Hwarang Sword Technique, which is the method of drawing the sword. You...are not from Kyushu like me?"

The man in black slowly returned the knife to its sheath: "No."

Be concise and to the point, admit it outright.

Qiu Bufan nodded slightly and asked again: "You have traveled thousands of miles to come to the Su family in the south of the Yangtze River to seek revenge?"

"no."

Qiu Bufeng raised his eyebrows: "If you weren't seeking revenge, why did you kill people in the mourning hall?"

"Find someone."

Su Qiyun heard this and asked, "Who are you looking for?"

"The young master of the Su family."

Su Qiyun was stunned, frowned and said: "I am the young master of the Su family, why are you looking for me?"

"No, another young master."

"Another young master?"

Su Qiyun held his breath and thought for a moment, then suddenly shouted: "You...are here to see your younger brother!?"

The man in black asked: "What is your brother's name?"

"Su Wangting."

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The man in black nodded: "Just looking for him."

Su Qiyun said blankly: "But he has been away from home for ten years and there is no news yet."

"I know. So I came here to wait for him."

Su Qiyun glanced at his father's coffin: "You mean, are you sure he will come back for the funeral?"

"right."

Su Qiyun gave a bitter smile and said: "Then you made the wrong calculation. He was only sixteen years old when he left home. If he were still alive, he would be twenty-six now. I think... even if his father died,

He won't come back either."

The man in black repeated: "Yes, he is twenty-six this year."

"Yes, there are six out of twenty now." A repeated voice came from outside the courtyard gate.

Everyone was shocked and looked around, only to see a slender jade-faced man walking in with lazy steps.

This man also wore a long knife on his waist.

It is similar in shape to the long knife of the man in black.

"Wangting!?" Su Qiyun cried out.

Su Wangting nodded slightly. This was considered a greeting between brothers after ten years of reunion.

Su Qiyun did not rush forward to hug his flesh and blood compatriot whom he had not seen for ten years. He just looked at him across the coffin with a slightly embarrassed smile on his face.

Su Wangting glanced at the man in black and asked, "Who sent you here?"

The man in black replied: "Palace Master."

Su Wangting said oh and asked again: "What do you want from me?"

"The palace master sent his subordinates to ask you to come back."

Su Wangting sneered: "I have already told the palace master that I, Su Wangting, am from Kyushu and cannot stay in Silla forever. And the palace master is a man who understands righteousness, how can he send people to look for me to go back? Don't beat around the bush, who?

Sent you?"

The man in black gritted his teeth and replied: "Yes...young master."

Su Wangting shook his head: "I guessed it was her. But what if... I don't go back with you?"

"Young Master, let me die."

Although there was still a smile on Su Wangting's face, there was a hint of coldness in his eyes: "So, you took me back with a desperate determination?"

"right."

Su Wangting approached the man in black and whispered: "You mean... you are confident that your knife will be faster than mine?"

The man in black lowered his head: "No. It's not even close."

"Then you're still coming?"
To be continued...