Simulated Immortal Cultivation: Beginning with Changchun's Immortality

Chapter 36
As the leader of Yanzhou, after six generations of hard work, the Huang family's ancestral home now covers an area of ​​tens of acres.

Its terrain is open and open, with waterside pavilions, beautiful pools of mulberry and bamboo, green trees and green vines, everything that one expects to find. In order to maintain the normal operation of the garden, no fewer than a hundred servants, children and maids are needed.

However, this beauty was broken today.

Fans from the six doors broke in like wolves and tigers, and as long as they saw a living person, they would slash a knife first without distinguishing.

The sound of killing and crying made the originally quiet and peaceful garden look like a hell on earth.

It's not that no one in the Huang family rose up and tried to resist. They have passed on martial arts for a hundred and fifty years, and there are still quite a few direct descendants in the family who have cultivated true qi.

It's just that when encountering such a tough nut to crack, the fans didn't fight them head-on. Seven or eight people formed a small formation, trapped people under the command of the leader, and secretly put down two hand crossbows from time to time.

After a while, when the consumption is almost exhausted, the robbers will take action to kill these stubborn people.

Seeing the fourth and fifth younger brothers and a few up-and-coming nephews, who are so despicable and shameless, Huang Youfu's heart is bleeding.

The responsibility of being the head of the family made him realize that he couldn't continue to waste like this, and he made a decision in his heart, and he resolutely took Wu Shizhan's sword. Huang Youfu snorted, and ran towards the back garden without turning his head.

"Want to go?"

He thought something was wrong in his heart, thinking that the other party was going to run away, Wu Shizhan hurriedly used his lightness kung fu, and chased after the other party in the direction where he was fleeing.

I really don't know the truth of "you can't die by beating a snake, but you will reap the harm". If Huang Youfu, who is full of internal energy, escapes from birth, I'm afraid I won't be able to sleep well in the future.

……

On the other hand, Beiyuan, where the immediate family of the Huang family lived, was in chaos.

From the mouth of the boy who escaped here by chance, I learned that my family has been labeled as a rebel for no reason, that the fans of the six doors are coming here to kill, and the old and weak women and children are even more panic-stricken.

Seeing the lady who was usually aloof, now crying and screaming, gradually some maidservants became overwhelmed, took advantage of the confusion and sneaked out, heading straight for the makeup box where the master used to put jewelry.

"Bitch!"

Seeing that the situation was not right, Huang Xueqi, who slipped back first, was planning to take his mother and younger sister and run away together.

Just happened to see the servant girl sneaking out of her courtyard, her chest was unnaturally bulging, and she immediately understood that she wiped the slut's neck with a sword.

"Qi'er, did our family really commit a crime?"

Hearing her son's voice, a beautiful woman with still charm came out of the room with tears in her eyes, grabbed Huang Xueqi's hand and asked nervously.

"Father is still blocking the fans of the six doors. I came back to escape with my mother and younger sister."

The young man pursed his lips and did not answer directly, but kept urging the woman to clean up.

"Impossible, it's impossible!"

The woman's backbone seemed to be taken away at once, if Huang Xueqi hadn't reacted in time, her body would have almost limp and fell to the ground.

"Whenever, mother, you are still thinking about these things, it's okay, if you don't leave, we really can't leave!"

Anxiously like ants on a hot pot, Huang Xueqi randomly took back two jade bracelets and gold hairpins from the arms of the maid, and stared at the house where his mother lived.

"Yes, yes, yes, survival is important, survival is important!"

Muttering like waking up from a dream, the woman finally came out of the despair of her family being ruined.

Suddenly, as if thinking of something, she suddenly grabbed Huang Xueqi's hand, almost screaming with excitement.

"I remembered, Qi'er, hurry up and go to the master's study. There is a book on the second row of the shelf as a mechanism. It should be able to open a hidden compartment in the study."

Holding her son's arm tightly, the woman urged incoherently.

Seeing that Huang Xueqi You was a little puzzled, he immediately explained with hatred.

"Mother once boiled white fungus soup for the master, and happened to see the master put a book back to its original place. When the master saw me, his eyes were full of murderous intent, and he asked me repeatedly if I saw anything."

"If your mother hadn't been pregnant with your younger sister, maybe this life would have been lost."

The plump and beautiful woman patted her chest with lingering fear.

"Mom, what do you mean—"

After reacting, Huang Xueqi's breathing suddenly became rapid.

Making his father so nervous must be related to the root of the Huang family.

He is just an inconspicuous one among Huang Youfu's many concubines, whether it is talent or martial arts, he is at best mediocre.

If it hadn't been for this accident, perhaps the best ending in this life would be to rely on my mother's favor to get a few more leased shops and live my life in a mediocre manner.

But now that the two direct brothers are gone, and his father's life and death are uncertain for a while, the inner strength and mentality handed down by the Huang family is right in front of him, how can you not make him excited.

"Mother still has a house in the west of the city. It was bought by your father for me when I hadn't passed the door. Not many people know it. The three of us will live there for a few days when the limelight passes, and we will leave the city as soon as the limelight passes."

After making up his mind, Huang Xueqi's heart felt hot, wishing to have two more legs, so he rushed to his father's study room as soon as possible.

……

"It's not this one, it's not that one, wait a minute—"

Subconsciously, he couldn't move it with a tug, a bright light flashed in the boy's eyes, and he moved several books around him.

Sure enough, a mechanism disguised as a book appeared in front of him.

The inner strength mentality of the direct line, the treasured soup and mu medicine prescriptions, and the land deeds of the various properties of the Huang family...

Huang Xueqi's breathing gradually became rough. He never thought that Huang Jiaruo's family would use such a dramatic way to cheapen him, a bastard who is usually inconspicuous.

Stretching out his hand to lightly trigger the mechanism, full of good vision for the future, the crossbow arrow quenched with blue light swished and beat the boy into a sieve.

"Heck, heck!"

An unknown sound came out of his mouth, You still couldn't believe it, and the boy's eyes gradually lost their luster.

At this moment, with a creaking sound of pushing the door, Chen Qingzhi appeared in the study.

It's really dangerous, if I overheard the news outside the house and rushed to the study, I'm afraid I should be the one who got caught now.

Let us once again thank Eight Points of Fortune.

Looking at the dark and secret passage behind the bookcase, Chen Qingzhi took a deep breath and stepped up the steps with all his energy.

The air inside is not turbid, and you can vaguely feel the flow of the breeze. Presumably, the sudden death of the Huang family left a passage for the family seeds to escape.

After walking for a while, he didn't encounter any traps. What Chen Qingzhi saw was a small box.

Taking a ditch, gaining wisdom, covering his mouth and nose, swiping a knife to split the lock, the young man suddenly dodged to the left.

However, as he had imagined, there was no hidden arrow infused with poison in the box.

Thinking about it, the trap in the study might also be set to prevent future generations from being held hostage. This box is convenient for loading and taking away.

Chen Qingzhi took a rough look, and there were only a few booklets recording martial arts and martial arts, 10 taels of remittance tickets stamped by Xinglong Bank, and several land deeds outside Yanzhou Mansion, all of which were pressed by two small porcelain bottles.

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(End of this chapter)