The daughter-in-law's son-in-law

Chapter 326 Ambush from All Sides
Chapter 320 Seven Ambush
Under Huang Tianjiao's guidance, Ye Fan walked through the five-tiered courtyard and arrived at the Storm Pavilion on the back mountain.

The pavilion is built on the cliff, almost half-suspended, with the torrential river under its feet, the wind is strong, and the water is very fast, giving people a sense of high clouds and vast sky.

At this moment, in a pavilion of more than ten square meters, a fair middle-aged man was sitting, dressed in white and black hat as always, giving off a feminine feeling.

He was sitting on a stone bench with a guzheng in front of him.

On both sides of the gazebo, there were a few men and women in Chinese clothes standing respectfully, either guards or cronies.

At the same time, Ye Fan found that in the dark place of the back garden, there were many powerful people, obviously there were many hidden guards.

Seeing the fair and clean man, Huang Tianjiao took a step forward:
"Huang Tianjiao has met the president."

She tried her best to keep her tone calm, but her voice was still trembling uncontrollably. Apart from holding the head in her hand, there was also the coercion of Nine Thousand Years.

Jiu Qiantui didn't make a sound, just stretched out his white fingers, and lightly stroked the guzheng in front of him.

"Zheng-"

A sharp string sound entered Ye Fan's ears, and Jiu Qiansui became fierce instantly.

The entire Fengbo Pavilion seemed to be filled with cold murderous intent because of his zither sound, which made Huang Tianjiao and a few close friends tremble.

"When living in the sun, the earth burns, and the sky and the earth are dizzy."

Broken firewood bridge, burning fire, sighing for the remaining evils. "

"There is no end to the yellow sand, there is no end to the remnant soldiers, the defeated generals are no more than Liao Ji."

As the tune of "House of Flying Daggers" continued to sound, the airflow continued to flow into the Storm Pavilion, making the air in the pavilion even colder by two points.

Nine-thousand-year-old white clothes fluttering, long hair untied and dancing in the wind, a pale face looming in the floating hair.

But his eyes were like the stars in the night sky, full of endless killing and indifference.

"Listen to the bitter frost wind at night, the stars and the moon fly in the sky, the pipa rushes to the golden song, and the sky is full of drums."

"Xiang Yu, a prisoner in ambushes from ten sides, finally defeated the overlord's army, stopped the boat and never crossed the fisherman's sigh, he lived as a hero and died as a hero."

Jiuqian's movements became faster and faster, piercing the soul more and more.

Every finger seems to be playing the drumbeat of the breathing of the world.

Huang Tianjiao and the others' faces became paler and paler, their foreheads were sweating more and more, and finally they couldn't help closing their eyes, looking indescribably uncomfortable.

Ye Fan also seemed to be in a bloody battlefield, his comrades, lover, and horse all died, and he himself was at the end of his rope.

It is better to draw a knife to kill...

Thoughts kept rising in Ye Fan's mind, and his emotions were constantly being influenced by the guzheng, and an indescribable sadness permeated his heart.

Never surrender, never kneel!
Live as a hero, die as a hero!
Kill yourself, kill yourself, a voice in my heart is crying.

"Ding--"

Ye Fan uncontrollably flashed the Fish Intestine Sword.

That sharpness made his bloodthirsty heart demon even hotter.

But the coldness of the sword body also shocked Ye Fan's mind, and his gradually addicted emotions were suddenly awakened.

He suddenly felt that he had fallen into an extreme danger without knowing it.

"Ding--"

"Ding... Ding Ding..."

At this moment, Jiuqiantui's fingers changed, the fingertips plucked faster, and the strings jumped sharply.

The sounds of gold, drums, swords and crossbows, shouts, and the sounds of men and horses all shot out from the fingertips like a rainbow.

Camp!

blow!

Point will!

Line up!

Big fight!

On the last beat, Nine Chitose picked the string with one finger and swiped it.

A fallen leaf shattered in an instant, and then shot at Ye Fan wrapped in air.

Fast and ruthless, like a flying sword shot out.

Huang Tianjiao and the others gave birth to a kind of despair that could not breathe, and they couldn't help being terrified.

Ye Fan had regained his clarity. Seeing this, he let out a low drink, took a step forward, and slashed his intestines forward.

"boom--"

Ye Fan cut directly in the middle of the broken leaf.

With a muffled sound, most of the broken leaves drifted away.

It's just that Ye Fan was also taken a few steps back by the shock, his clothes fluttered, his face turned pale.

The momentum of the remaining broken leaves remained undiminished, turning into a thin needle and shooting at Ye Fan.

"boom--"

Ye Fan swung out another sword without hesitation.

There was another muffled sound, and the airflow wrapped in broken leaves collapsed completely, turning into a pile of powder and falling to the ground.

Ye Fan stopped walking.

He was so angry and bloody that he almost vomited blood, but he held it back.

"Ding!"

At this moment, Jiu Qiantui withdrew his finger, and all the fighting and killing intent dissipated instantly.

The entire storm pavilion became calm again.

Huang Tianjiao and the others also woke up from the illusion, opened their eyes and looked at the two of them blankly.

They had absolutely no idea what was going on.

"good."

Jiuqian raised his head and looked at Ye Fan with a soft smile:
"Although I have received some help, my heart is as firm as steel. No wonder my skills have reached such a high level at such a young age."

"Ye Fan, I am really looking forward to your future achievements."

He made no secret of his love for Ye Fan.

Several cronies were shocked when they saw this, they never expected that Jiu Qiansui had such high hopes for Ye Fan and spoiled him so much.

You know, after 30 Wumeng children, there are all kinds of young talents, and there is no shortage of both civil and military skills, but there is never a single person who makes Jiu Qiansui look up to him.

Every year's top ten celebs, such as Xue Ruyi's gifted children, are only nine thousand years old, and the word "good" is neither salty nor weak.

They couldn't help re-examining Ye Fan.

Huang Tianjiao was even more ignorant, thinking that when they met, Nine Thousand Years would punish Ye Fan, at least scold Ye Fan, but she was full of appreciation.

Ye Fan calmed down and said, "Thank you, President, for your approval."

Jiu Qiansui picked up a cup of tea: "How are the preparations for Nanling?"

Ye Fan looked at Nine Thousand Years: "Half of it is solved, and the whole mess will be cleaned up soon."

Nine thousand years old smiled softly and said:
"You didn't even leave Zhong Hai, how did you solve half of it?"

He got up and put the teacup into Ye Fan's hand, and reached out to flick off the blood on his collar.

"I killed Nangong Xiong's family."

Ye Fan's tone was calm:

"Without this man who stabbed the knife in the back, the endgame in Nanling would not be worth mentioning at all."

As soon as the words came out, the faces of several cronies changed drastically, looking at Ye Fan and the head he threw beside him in disbelief.

It was Nangong Xiong.

They never expected that Nan Gongxiong, who was chatting and laughing with them half an hour ago, was now decapitated.

No wonder Ye Fan was able to win the favor of Nine Thousand Years, the viciousness is so similar.

"very good."

Jiuqian stared at Ye Fan and smiled: "I'm waiting for news of your succession in Longdu."

He didn't even look at Nangongxiong, and he didn't care about his death, as if it was just a dog.

Ye Fan looked firm: "We must not disappoint the president."

However, before he finished speaking, he subconsciously stopped.

Ye Fan looked at the way he came from.

Jiuqian also smiled faintly:
"Unexpectedly, it's so late, and there are still distinguished guests visiting."

As the voice fell, figures flickered, and countless martial arts disciples appeared from the shadows.

At the same time, a powerful momentum came from not far away, covering everyone in the gazebo.

An old man in gray came into Ye Fan's field of vision holding a red sword.

"Ye Fan, come out and die!"

(End of this chapter)