Early Foundation Establishment, Second Layer.
Wang Tiannan.
He is still alive and his strength has improved a lot.
Zhou Qi continues to sweep in the direction of the City Lord's Manor.
City Lord's Manor is still the same, with strict regulations.
But the person sitting in the main hall has changed. He is a middle-aged man in his forties, Foundation Establishment, First Layer, with an unfamiliar face.
Yao Qing replied to Yongjing, so the position of city lord was naturally vacant.
It is reasonable for the imperial court to send new people.
Zhou Qi takes back Divine Sense and opens his eyes.
Lin'an City The situation has changed.
Among the four major Lineage companies, only Wang Family is the only one left.
I don't know whether Li Family and Zhao Family were annexed or declined on their own. In short, they are no longer in existence.
And Yang Residence became Wang Family's other hospital.
Yang Zhenshan hasn't arrived yet.
Zhou Qi takes back his mind and handles these matters by himself when Yang Zhenshan comes back.
Zhou Qi Close your eyes, sit cross-legged on the bed, and start running Cultivation Method.
Seven days later.
Zhou Qi ran Cultivation Method again to Lesser Celestial Circuit in the inn, then slowly stopped, and Divine Sense swept across the city habitually.
On the official road in the south of the city, a group of people was slowly approaching.
The leader is a middle-aged man in his fifties, with a resolute face and gray temples. He is riding on a black horse with a straight waist.
Behind him were twenty or thirty people, including men who looked like guards and servants carrying luggage, a vast and dusty crowd.
It is Yang Zhenshan.
Zhou Qi took back Divine Sense and did not go to meet him.
Yang Zhenshan Return to Lin'an, the first thing is to get back what belongs to you.
There is no need for him to intervene in this matter.
Zhou Qi took a sip of tea, and Divine Sense went out again, with the team in the distance.
Outside Lin'an City.
Yang Zhenshan reined in his horse and looked at the familiar city gate ahead.
He grew up here, took over as the head of the family here, fought here for twenty years, and lost everything here.
"Let's go." He clamped his horse's belly and led his team into the city.
The horse's hooves stepped on the bluestone, making a clicking sound.
Pedestrians on the street gave way.
Yang Zhenshan is also a famous figure. Someone in the city quickly recognized him. Their expressions changed and they quietly ran towards the Wang Family.
Yang Zhenshan didn't pay attention to others.
He led the team on horseback to the north of the city. In that direction was the mansion where he had lived for half his life.
Yang Residence has arrived.
Yang Zhenshan reined in the horse and raised his head.
There is a plaque with gold characters on a black background hanging on the lintel, which reads "Wang House" in two large characters.
The steps at the door were polished smooth, and two nurses wearing Wang Family shorts were leaning against the door frame and eating sunflower seeds.
Yang Zhenshan was riding on the horse, looking at the plaque, motionless.
The subordinates behind him also reined in their horses, and no one spoke.
This group of people are all subordinates brought from the Yao Family, and they don't quite understand Yang Zhenshan's feelings.
The wind blew from the alley, bringing with it the chill of early winter.
Yang Zhenshan looked ugly and got off his horse.
Although he knew that his home was dilapidated, he never expected that his enemies would live in it.
When the nurse at the door saw this battle, his expression changed, he turned around and ran inside.
Another stepped forward bravely and stretched out his hand to stop him. "Stop! Who are you? This belongs to the Wang Family..."
The words are not finished yet.
Yang Zhenshan shot it out with one palm.
That palm was fast and hard, wrapped in Foundation Establishment, Second Layer's thick Spiritual Power, and hit the nurse's chest firmly.
"Bang--!"
The guard flew backwards, hit the door panel, and the door panel shattered. He fell into the yard inside the door, vomited blood, twitched twice, and never moved again.
Yang Zhenshan crossed the threshold and strode inside.
The subordinates behind him dismounted one after another, took out their swords from their sheaths, and followed him.
In the front yard, several Wang Family servants were cleaning. When they heard the noise, they raised their heads and saw a middle-aged man with a murderous look on his face rushing in with a group of knife-wielding men. He was immediately frightened out of his wits.
"You... who are you?!"
Yang Zhenshan said nothing.
He smashed the door of the Main Hall with one punch, causing sawdust to fly.
"This is Yang Family's house." His voice was not loud, but every word was like a knife, "Who asked you to move in?"
Several servants knelt on the ground, trembling all over and unable to speak a word.
A man who looked like a steward ran out of the backyard. When he saw the battle, his face turned pale, but he still stepped forward and held his hand. "Sir, this is Wang Family's house. Did you go to the wrong place..."
Before he finished speaking, he already saw Yang Zhenshan's face.
The steward was stunned for a moment, and then his legs became a little weak.
Backyard.
The door of the Main Hall was open, and several disciples from the Wang Family's sideline were sitting inside, drinking tea and chatting.
Hearing the movement in the front yard, a young man stood up and frowned. "Who is making a noise outside?"
Before he finished speaking, the door was kicked open.
Yang Zhenshan stood at the door and glanced at everyone in the hall.
They are all a bunch of Qi Refining, Middle Stage pickled cabbage.
"This is my Yang Family place." He said coldly, "I'll give you a cup of tea, get out."
Several Wang Family disciples looked at each other, and one of them stood up young and arrogantly, pointed at Yang Zhenshan and cursed, "Who do you think you are? This is Wang Family's industry, you--"
Yang Zhenshan raised his hand.
A palm in the air.
The young man's head exploded like a watermelon, with red and white splattering all over the floor.
There was chaos in the hall.
He rolled and crawled towards the door.
Yang Zhenshan didn't stop or chase him. It's pointless to kill these little people. Just let them report the news.
News spread quickly.
The news of Yang Zhenshan's return spread throughout Lin'an City in less than half an hour.
Wang Tiannan was settling accounts in Wang Residence's study. When he heard the news, he paused with the pen in his hand.
"Yang Zhenshan?" He raised his head and frowned, "Is he still alive?"
The servant who reported the news knelt on the ground, not daring to raise his head:
"Yes... yes, sir, he brought many people with him and has occupied... the house in the north of the city, and even killed several of us..."
Wang Tiannan Put down the pen and stand up.
His face was extremely gloomy.
Yang Zhenshan is not dead yet, he still dares to come back.
Wang Tiannan took a deep breath and suppressed the shock and anger in his heart.
He walked to the wall, took off the sword hanging on the wall, and strode out.
"Gather everyone in the mansion and follow me to the north of the city."
Yang Zhenshan stood on the steps in front of the Main Hall, watching his subordinates clean the yard.
Wang Family's things were moved out box by box and piled in the center of the courtyard.
Furniture, calligraphy and paintings, porcelain, and several boxes of spiritual stones were all looted from Yang Residence.
"Keep the useful ones and burn the rest." Yang Zhenshan said.
The subordinates responded, poured oil and lit a fire.
Fires shot into the sky and thick smoke billowed.
At this moment, dense footsteps came from outside the courtyard gate.
Yang Zhenshan turned around.
Wang Tiannan rushed into the courtyard gate with dozens of people, their swords unsheathed and filled with murderous intent.
The two looked at each other through the firelight that filled the courtyard.
Wang Tiannan stood at the entrance of the courtyard, looking at Yang Zhenshan standing on the steps, and the corner of his mouth twitched.
"Yang Zhenshan." He said every word, "You're not dead?"