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51.Shandong Province, Ludi Valley, Jiangcheng City, front of Menjiazhuang. The youth with the weak crown loosened his head. It moved with the west wind, the heavens and the earth. Long river gallops, unique shadow accompanies. He had been out of the house for three years.

Last night, Tiantian was on a tour of the countryside. When they were children, they would serve fish wine. Hand in hand, happy, but tears of joy. Drinking wine while walking eastward, in a few steps, it was homesickness.

On this day, the sun was high in the sky. After a series of heavy snowfall, the sky finally cleared up. The sky was no longer as gloomy as it had been a few days ago.

At the front of the manor, a man stood with his hands behind his back. He did not raise his face as he looked towards the east where countless rays of light were coming from.

The man wore a long white robe, a sword at his waist, and a long black hair tied neatly behind his back with a purple headband. He was wearing long cotton boots. If he looked carefully he would see that the soles of his shoes were slightly cracked. It seemed that the person had come here after a long journey. Holding onto the reins of the horse, he pulled a red BMW firmly into his hands.

He just stared at the sunrise. No one knew what he was thinking. Time always passes quickly, especially when people are silent and meditate. Unknowingly, the sun had already risen to its highest point. The mountains to the south were emitting its greatest energy, warming the world under the harsh winter weather.

The man stared for a long time before turning around. His handsome face had an expression of extreme worry, and his brows were slightly creased, as if there was a heavy burden weighing on his shoulders. The man held onto the red horse as he slowly walked forward.

The door to the manor was right in front of his eyes. The man stood in front of the manor's door, silently looking at the tightly shut door. His heart sank as he couldn't help but recall the events of his youth.

He lightly knocked on the manor's door. The clear echo rippled across the man's heart and lingered for a long time.

"Who are you looking for?" The manor door was quickly opened from the inside and an old man walked out. He sized up the white clothed man standing in front of the manor door and suddenly felt that it was familiar, but he couldn't recall it immediately.

The man's eyes were filled with excitement as he forcefully suppressed the emotions in his heart and said, "Sixth Uncle, I'm back!"

The old man who had opened the door was stunned. He looked at the man in front of him with a surprised expression on his face. A moment later, his eyes turned red and two streams of tears ran down his wrinkled face.

He's back, the Seventh Young Master is back! The old man yelled in his heart, but he couldn't express it through his lips. Seeing him in such a state, the man in white felt his heart warm as he thought to himself: Another eight years has passed and I have finally met my family!

"Sixth Uncle!" The white-robed man softly said, "Why don't you recognize me?" When I was young, I used to ride on your shoulders every day! "

That old man was a servant of the sect and had carried on his back many young masters. However, the person he remembered the most was the clan's seventh young master, Zhu Liang, who always pestered him with stories about the martial arts world. The old man could not stand him, so he told him about the martial arts skills he knew one by one. Later on, when the Clan Head saw how much his son yearned for the martial arts world, he personally brought Gonggong to Mount Kunlun, the King's Peak on the left, and acknowledged him as his Master. Yun Wanli, seeing his sect's good-natured and talented report, agreed to accept him as his disciple at once. Yun Wanli had just ascended to the position of Karakorum's sect head, and had not even accepted a disciple yet. With this, Gongliang became the Karakorum's head disciple. After the sect had accepted him as a disciple, they would diligently cultivate day and night, and their martial arts attainments would improve by leaps and bounds, and they would soon have some foundation. This time, the five big sword sects' abilities were set to be held once every three years in the North Wudang Mountain, but who would have known that it would become such a situation?

When the old man who opened the door heard the white clothed man call out to him, he finally woke up. He quickly wiped away the tears on his face and respectfully said, "Seventh Young Master!"

The man in white was no stranger. He was the first disciple of the Karakorum, the seventh young master of the Karakorum clan!

On that day, Gongliang ran into a little girl called Cui Zhu in the city of Texas. The two of them were having a meal together, and soon, five more people came in to eat, and Gongfu Liang had already figured out from their behavior and words that these five people were most likely related to his family. They were probably the ones who went to make trouble, so he gave up on the idea of returning home and secretly followed the four men and woman.

These five people were dressed up like gangsters in the martial arts world, but they did not look like they were here to look for trouble. During the two days when Gongzi Liang had been following them, the five people had either stopped at an inn to drink tea or wandered around in the city, but they had followed them for two days and nights, so it was hard to find any trace of them. They were wondering if they had been exposed. After thinking of this point, Gongfu Liang could no longer do anything. He bid farewell to the little girl called Cui Zhu and galloped towards the door.

The clan was already close to the city of Ryder. It would only take two hours for them to reach the city gate that was less than a hundred miles away. He looked at the endless scenery of the snow and grass in his hometown. Warmth surged in his heart as he dismounted from his horse and quietly looked at the beautiful scenery of his hometown.

"Seventh Young Master, you're back!" This is great, if old master knows, then who knows how happy he would be! " "The old man's words were full of emotion." Come in, it's cold outside! "

The door to Gongliang's residence was pulled into the manor by the old man. Looking at the extremely familiar yet somewhat unfamiliar scene before them, no one could calm down, not to mention that the sect was in danger right now. The old man led Gongliang through the door and through the wall to the main hall. Gongfu Liang felt as if there were a lot of servants missing from the house. Normally, it was the busiest time of the day, but why was it that he didn't see anyone around today?

"Sixth Uncle!" Cunliang called out from behind the old man. The old man turned his head and asked, "Is there something you need, Seventh Young Master?"

"It's nothing. I just feel that why is it so lonely today, not even seeing a single servant!" The sect was not used to people calling him Seventh Young Master, but if he didn't let this sect's Sixth Uncle call him that, he definitely wouldn't agree. Therefore, he did not open his mouth. He would get used to it eventually anyway, so there was no need to make the old servant feel uncomfortable.

The old man smiled and replied, "Seventh Young Master just came back and still doesn't know the situation at home …" He paused for a moment and then continued, "This time, something big may happen to our sect. Master has dismissed all the servants and workers, and now the ones left at home are us old servants!"

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