Eternal gate

In the early morning, people gathered in front of the Zhao Mansion.

"What's going on with the Zhao family? The smell of blood is so strong."

"I heard that Zhao Yuan went on a killing spree last night and slaughtered all the elders of the Zhao family..."

"When it was over, we encountered strong men. Zhao Yuan was forced to commit suicide, and Furong was taken away."

Amid the discussion, more and more people gathered, talking and pointing.

The consequences of troublesome events are tragic.

It was fine yesterday, but today, the smell of blood filled the streets.

Why!

Too many people sighed, and most of them poured a glass of turbid wine in their own pavilion to pay homage to Zhao Yuan. The Zhao family was a good person, but he suddenly committed suicide, which was a bit caught off guard.

"If it's really a big show, it would be better if the whole family is destroyed."

Some people are sad, and some are happy. The hostile forces laugh happily. Firecrackers are set off in front of countless shops, and the unbridled laughter fills the streets.

Zhao Yun lay quietly on the bed, with undried tears still remaining in the corners of his eyes.

Zhuge Xuandao, the fat old man, Lao Xuankong, Ziling, Yang Xiong, Xiaocai Mi, Chi Yan, and the purple-haired child were all here. They came immediately after hearing the tragedy. To be honest, they were shocked. They were shocked by Zhao Yuan's cruelty. Hot, and shocked by Zhao Yuan's determination. The most puzzling thing is the origin of this bloody disaster. A quasi-god came in person. This matter... is obviously not as simple as imagined.

As he spoke, blood overflowed from the corner of Zhao Yun's mouth again and he couldn't stop it. It had been bleeding all night. The more blood flowed, the paler his face became, his breath became more depressed, and there was a look of pain that could not be concealed between his eyebrows.

Yes, he was injured.

The entire Zhao family... is injured.

The man in purple is too terrifying. It seems that he has not taken any action, but in fact, the pressure has damaged his foundation and blocked the martial arts path of all Zhao family members. In other words, they will stop at the current state for life.

"Looking at the Buddha's face without looking at the monk's face, that quasi-celestial state is too bold." The purple-haired child scolded, "After all, he is Daxia Hongyuan's disciple, aren't you afraid that the best in the world will settle accounts with him?"

"Do you really think he is Hong Yuan's disciple?" Zi Ling said suddenly.

"What...what do you mean?"

The purple-haired kid was stunned and looked around at several old guys, but no one responded.

In other words, we have all seen the clues. We were just suspicious before. After this incident, we were truly sure that he was really the disciple of Daxia Hongyuan. How could Zhao Yun and even the Zhao family be so miserable.

"But that is indeed the power of the Tianwu Realm." The little money fan scratched his head.

"It was him who evolved with secret techniques, and he was also the one who pretended to be Daxia Hongyuan." Ziling spoke slowly, and finally revealed the secret. Now, there is no difference between telling or not, and everyone present is not a fool.

"Ziling, it's so hard for you to hide this from us!" Old Xuandao, Old Xuankong, and the fat old man all took a deep breath. Even if Ziling didn't say anything, they also guessed that there was no Daxia Hongyuan. There are no royal disciples, they are all clearly Zhao Yun, who plays two roles.

"I only found out later." Ziling coughed dryly.

"This is a surprise, a bit scary." Chi Yan rubbed her eyebrows.

"Don't stop me, I have to stab him." The purple-haired child shouted, and actually took out the knife, "You Zhao Yun, you are fooling us, and you don't blush at all."

"Do you still have a conscience?" The little money fan kicked him over. "So many secret techniques, so many spells, so many insights, all of which have been fed to you?"

"I'll just tell you." The purple-haired kid Ma Liu put away the knife.

"I'm sorry you don't dare." The little money fan glared fiercely, and then looked at Zhao Yun. She didn't care about the disciple of Hongyuan or the young master of the Zhao family. She only knew that... Zhao Yun was her savior.

This kind of gratitude was shared by almost everyone present.

Such as Lao Xuan Dao, it was Zhao Yun who rewrote the exercises for him to save him from suffering; such as Lao Xuan Kong, it was Zhao Yun who helped him refine the curse seal; such as Yang Xiong, it was Ji Zang who Zhao Yun helped him advance; such as Zi Ling , it was Zhao Yun who helped him place the Yin Yue King; like Chi Yan, it was Zhao Yun who saved her life on the battlefield; and like the purple-haired child, it was Zhao Yun who...gave him the method to break the elixir to rejuvenate his child.

Zhao Yun seemed to be worthy of them both in public and private matters. He was deceived, but they also took advantage of them. Zhao Yun had never been stingy with secret techniques, exercises, spells, and insights.

Apart from pretending to be Hong Yuan, this guy is still very sincere.

"This kid is so scary." The fat old man took a deep breath.

No one refuted this.

A small person in the True Spiritual Realm actually has a martial spirit, can perform the aura of Tianwu, is knowledgeable, knows many secret techniques, can return the dead to life, can survive in the forbidden area... These things are happening one after another. , pick out any one at random, they are all astonishing, and they can be called legends and myths.

Even Daxia Hongyuan may not be able to do it!

"He is a potential stock with an unlimited future."

This is everyone's judgment on Zhao Yun. If he is given enough time, he will become famous all year round. By then, even Tianwu and Daxia Hongyuan, who are number one in the world, will be far behind.

Why!

After being shocked, everyone sighed more.

In just a few days, his wife became a living dead, his father was forced to commit suicide, and his mother was taken away and her life and death were uncertain. The family was in pieces, and his life was miserable enough.

"Where's my father?"

"In the underground palace."

"Thank you."

I don't know when, Zhao Yun opened his eyes, spoke hoarsely, and staggered to Zhao Yuan's room. Maybe he suffered too many blows, maybe he was too seriously injured, and he almost fell down several times.

Since everyone didn't follow him, he had to give him some time to feel sad.

In the underground palace, Zhao Yun was already kneeling in front of the ice jade bed. His father, Zhao Yuan, was lying on it, just like his mother back then, a cold corpse. Only then did he understand the meaning of his father. He had known he was going to die. He went on a killing spree like that, thinking that he... had planned his way out. For this reason, he did not hesitate to slaughter his fellow clansmen in front of the ancestral tablets, like a crazy demon.

"Please, let them go."

These words vaguely echoed in his ears.

If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, he would never know how humble his father... was, crawling like a dog, so humble that he had no dignity at all, inch by inch... step by step... he climbed to the feet of others... like Kneel down to your ancestors, just for him, just for the Zhao family members, praying for that pathetic glimmer of life.

"For the rest of my life... I will only live for hatred."

Zhao Yun burned all his tears. What Feng Wu once said was also hoarse. He also bore the blood debt, and the word "hatred" was still engraved in his soul.

"My child...will take my mother home."

"The second ever-burning lamp will be found."

"We will make them... pay for their debt with blood."

His three kowtows were his long-cherished wish and obsession.

Living only for hatred, he is like the phoenix dancing that night, doomed to a life of darkness.

When we left the underground palace again, night had fallen.

Lao Xuandao and others are still there.

The first time they saw Zhao Yun again, everyone felt strange. Zhao Yun didn't howl and roar as they imagined, everything seemed so calm, and his silence made them feel unnatural.

It's time for a change of mind.

After going through a bloody storm, the beauty finally faded away.

"Senior, have you ever seen him?"

Zhao Yun's voice was hoarse and he spread out a scroll.

What is depicted on the scroll is the man in purple from last night.

"Zi Yihou?"

When Old Xuandao and the fat old man saw this, they spoke in unison.

Ziyihou.

This is the second time Zhao Yun has heard this name.

The first time was when he stole the ice jade coffin that night, and it came from Yunfeng's mouth.

He should understand.

It was Yunfeng who investigated his mother.

It was also Yunfeng... who recruited Zi Yihou.

At this moment, another person was added to his list of enemies.

Everyone on that list, whether they are Zi Yihou or Yun Feng, are the ones he must kill. Even if it lasts for hundreds of years, as long as he, Zhao Yun, is still alive, they will definitely pay with their blood.

"How could it be the Marquis of Ziyi?"

Zhuge Xuandao's eyes were uncertain.

Only then did we know who was the person who forced Zhao Yuan to death and took away Furong yesterday.

"Who is Zi Yihou?"

The little money fan raised his little head.

This question is also what Zhao Yun wants to ask.

"The Commander-in-Chief of the Imperial Shadow Guard."

The fat old man spoke and answered for Old Xuandao.

Hearing this, even Zi Ling's expression changed, as if she had heard of the Imperial Shadow Guards. They can be said to be as skilled as clouds, and they are all mysterious and unpredictable. They are spread in every corner of the imperial capital. They are like Rashomon. They appear and disappear. If the Tianzong is protecting them, Born in the Dragon Dynasty of Daxia, the Imperial Shadow Guard exists to protect the Emperor of Daxia. Except for the emperor of Daxia, the Imperial Shadow Guard is not restricted by anyone, and only listens to the orders of the emperor. Even if it is the head of Tianzong, It was Daxia Hongyuan, and he had no right to mobilize the Imperial Shadow Guard.

"It's actually the Royal Shadow Guard."

Yang Xiong took a deep breath.

Even Ziling knew that as the lord of a city, how could he not know that everyone present, including Zhao Yun, had probably heard that it was the emperor's exclusive imperial guard, but it was very prestigious.

"He is also Daxia Hongque's junior brother."

After a long time, Zhuge Xuandao added another sentence.

"Who is Daxia Hongque?" the little money fan asked in a low voice.

"There are two Tianwu realms in the royal family, one is Daxia Hongyuan; the other is Daxia Hongque."

"this....."

The purple-haired child's heart trembled, and he secretly glanced at Zhao Yun.

The commander-in-chief of the Imperial Shadow Guard, the younger brother of Daxia Hongque, a genuine Quasi-Tian Realm, Zhao Yun's enemy, his background is a bit ridiculous, if he really wants to seek revenge, he may have to face off against the entire royal family.

Zhao Yun said nothing, his eyes were as quiet as dead water, without joy or worry.

Blood debts must be paid with blood.

Even if he faced off against the entire Great Xia Dragon Dynasty, he would not hesitate.

"Zi Yihou came to get the person in person. Your mother's identity... I'm afraid it's not simple." Chi Yan said, glanced at Zhao Yun, and everyone else was the same, how could a small family alarm the Imperial Shadow Guard.

Zhao Yun shook his head lightly.

To this day, I still don’t know my mother’s identity or her relationship with Zi Yihou.

All he knew was that his father and mother were hiding something from him, and it was probably an ancient secret.

"Don't do anything stupid."

Lao Xuandao patted Zhao Yun, fearing that Zhao Yun would be stupid and kill him.

The Imperial Capital is not an ordinary place, and the Imperial Shadow Guard is not an ordinary existence, let alone a commander-in-chief.

"Junior understands."

Zhao Yun bowed his hands and turned around to go to the lobby.

My father is gone, and so is my mother, but the Zhao family is still there, and he still needs to take charge of the overall situation.

The foundation of the Zhao family cannot be destroyed in his hands.

Why!

There was another sigh from behind.

It’s only been a few days! Why has everything changed? We are still used to the naughty and mischievous Zhao Yun, but now he looks more and more strange, as if he is no longer the Zhao Yun they know.