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Map: time of the Nine Prefectures: Eighteen years after the destruction of the demonic territory: XianZhou. Dawn. A wisp of morning sunlight shines through the stars, lightly floating within the majestic ancient city of Yi Yang, covering the streets and alleyways of the ancient city with a thin layer of illusory golden gauze.

The warm sunlight, suffused with dense leaves, lightly scattered down and reflected on the surface of the ancient city, refracting into specks of gorgeous splendor, tightly wrapping around the most beautiful city in XianZhou.

The Yiyang City was located to the west of the Nine Prefectures' XianZhou. It covered an area of eighty square kilometers and was the largest city within the XianZhou.

The scenery here was pleasant, and every time the merchants passed by, they would want to open up a silk trade route here.

Usually, the streets and alleys in the Yiyang City were filled with people early in the morning, but today was not the usual day. When the day came for the male chicken to announce its arrival, the citizens of the Yiyang City had already washed up and changed, closing their doors as if they had made arrangements beforehand, and were rushing towards the Shang family residence located in the western suburbs of Yi Yang.

If one were to look down from the sky, this scene was akin to groups of ant leeches rushing over from all directions. They advanced in unison, and their footprints covered every corner of Yiyang City, the scene was extremely spectacular.

The Shang family, the number one martial family in Yi Yang, the Wu family, and the Wu family.

The Shang Family's foundation was based in Yi Yang, and even the entire XianZhou was extremely deep, it could be said to be a character that could shake the entire XianZhou three times with a stamp of his foot.

Shang Jinghuan, the current patriarch of the Shang Family had a total of three sons.

His eldest son Shang Zimo, his second son Shang Zifeng and his third son Shang Ziyu.

Traveling to the north and settling down in the four directions, he helped the XianZhou King conquer the world of the XianZhou. It could be said that he was a man of iron and steel, a man with a heroic spirit, who knows how many women he had captured.

Although they had withdrawn from the imperial court, they could still be considered overlords who had the authority to kill and seize in the blink of an eye.

However, even though Shang Jinghuan was a hero, none of his three sons were able to inherit the essence of his martial arts, so in the annual Family Competition, Shang Jinghuan would always use an excuse and would not participate.

Looking at the elites of the younger generation displaying their skills in high spirits, Shang Jinghuan kept sighing with grief and worry on his face. The reason was not because none of his three sons could stand up in front of him.

Shang Zimo, Shang Zifeng and Shang Ziyu could be said to be well-known figures in the Yi Yang territory.

The Shang Family's Eldest Young Master Shang Zimo was famous for his literary talent, Third Young Master Shang Ziyu was famous for his cowardice, and Second Young Master Shang Zifeng was famous for his oddities!

Not only was he handsome and unrestrained, he even had a good hand at writing and drawing.

His Mo Bao was extraordinary, and he was loved by the ladies of famous sects.

When he was young, Shang Zimo only knew how to get together with some of Yiyang City's famous painters and discussed his literature. He was extremely disgusted with the idea of practicing martial arts.

Even though he had often heard people say that martial arts could strengthen one's body and slow down one's aging, it did not arouse the slightest bit of interest in him. Instead, it made him even more repulsed.

In his view, the cycle of life and death was the cycle of the Heavenly Dao. Life should have enjoyed itself, so what reason did he have to seek longevity and force himself to do something he did not want to do?

However, after growing up, he had a change of heart and started to help his father manage his family's businesses.

To Shang Jinghuan, this action of Shang Zimo's could be considered to be on the right track, so he naturally supported it. Only his martial arts was still the root of Shang Jinghuan's confusion.

Shang Jinghuan originally thought that his most obedient third son, Shang Ziyu, was the only person who would be able to inherit the essence of his martial arts.

His natural disposition was extremely weak. Whenever he was asked to pick up the longblade, his head would be spinning and his hands would tremble. Even when there was a small wound on his hand, he would cry and not move for half a month, afraid that the wound would worsen.

With no other choice, Shang Jinghuan could only drop the matter and stop talking about the martial arts.

He had never lived alone in the same room, but lived in the same room as his second brother, Shang Zifeng. This was something that everyone knew.

Shang Jinghuan also valued him highly, he had once invited a martial arts instructor to help him cultivate his martial arts. When he grew up, he would be like him, a true martial artist, and inherit the Shang family's business.

The most important point was that he was innately active and liked to play. Ever since he saw the performance of the Taoist on the streets, he had fallen for the Dao and from then on, he no longer bothered to learn the three runes. However, in the end, the entire Shang Residence was filled with the smell of smoke and mist, and not a single place was good.

The current Shang Zifeng, who was eighteen years old, had learnt both martial arts and Dao, and had become a real half-wit.

As the saying goes, if he did not cause trouble in these three days, he would not be called Shang Zifeng. This was already a truth that everyone in Yi Yang knew.

This time, the Shang family's second young master had once again caused an unspeakable event, causing the entire city to gather around the Shang Mansion.

Originally, today was the day that the Yiyang City's top name, the Shang Family's second young master, Shang Zifeng had gotten married.

Right!

Marry, not marry!

Not only that, but it had to be done according to the way the woman was married. Even if she had to open her face, wear a veil, wear a velvet dress, and wear a phoenix coronet, she had to do it one by one on this second young master.

Thus, in the eyes of the commoners who loved to watch the show, this was a new and great thing.

The commoners were standing outside the courtyard, talking and standing on their tiptoes. From time to time, sounds of laughter could be heard.

In contrast to the atmosphere outside, the courtyard of the Shang family was decorated with lanterns and decorations, and there was a sense of harmony between them.

However, under the joyous scene, the inside of the yard was very strange.

A handsome youth was currently hugging a fat head and big ears pet pig as he leaned on the bed and sized up the five servants in front of him with narrowed eyes.

His eyes roamed unrestrainedly around the servant's body, his face full of smiles.

However, if one were to look closely, they would be able to clearly see the ghastly pale faces of the five retainers.

It seemed that to them, this handsome youth's smile was like the icy cold of winter, extremely cold.

"Two …" Second Young Master, you're the one who … Ah, no, marry … "Ah … Ah, that's not right …"

When one of the servants saw Shang Zifeng's peculiar gaze, he felt as if he was sitting on pins and needles, and subconsciously shivered. He spoke incoherently, to the point that even he himself did not know what he was saying.

This was because they had suffered a lot from Shang Zifeng's hands and now that they saw him, it was as if they had seen a fiend.

"Hehehe!" Since you've spoken first, then you shall do it! "Come, come over here!"

Shang Zifeng waited for a while, and seeing that the servant had no reaction, he could not help but glare at him, and said: "I, young master, called you over, why are you not coming over yet?!"

"Second Young Master, please spare this lowly one!" This humble one's family has both old and young people waiting for this humble one to go back and take care of them. This lowly one can't die here! "

With that, the servant who was pointed by Shang Zifeng suddenly knelt, and rose up while wailing, and kowtowed towards Shang Zifeng.

It looked extremely miserable, as if he would be killed by Shang Zifeng in the next second.

"What are you doing?" Get up! I command you, get up quickly! "

Shang Zifeng curled his lips helplessly, and said while venting his anger: "I just want to ask you for a favor, look at how scared I've scared you, it's as if I'm taking your life away from you! Alright, alright, you can go now! "Remember, you are not to report to your father, or — you know!"

After saying that, Shang Zifeng waved towards the servant. After the servant received Shang Zifeng's gaze, he seemed to have received an amnesty and said, "I won't."

He ran out.

When the other servants saw this, they all cast envious gazes at him. If possible, they also wanted to escape this place like him. Staying here for a second longer was a type of torture to them.

Having seen through their thoughts, Shang Zifeng raised an eyebrow and said: "What, even you are not willing to help this Young Master?"

"Two …" Second Young Master, it's not that I'm not willing to help you, it's just that whoever you're helping is unlucky. Miss Helian, it's not like you don't know, it's a person who eats people without spitting out their bones, if we really agreed to let you go … Go... "Once we're discovered, you might be able to escape, then we'll …"

Saying this, the servant was actually wronged to the point of being unable to speak.

"What? You all think the same?"

Shang Zifeng coldly glanced at the other servants, and wherever his gaze passed, the servants would all nod their heads in response, looking extremely pitiful.

Seeing their pitiful appearances, Shang Zifeng could not bear to force them anymore. He waved his hands and dismissed them all.

After a few moments, only Shang Zifeng and a pig were left gasping for breath in the large room.

"Oh, Fatty Hua, look at them. Usually, I, the young master, treat them quite well, and not only will I spend money to raise them, I'll also think of ways to bring back whatever good stuff I find on the streets. But for them, now that this young master has met with trouble, they all hid from me like gods of plague, afraid that I would be too late! Why do you think this young master has such an ingrate! "Hmph, at a critical moment, not a single one can be relied on!"

Shang Zifeng started chanting at the Fatty Hua, trying to vent the unhappiness in his heart.

"Kengji, kengji …"

Master, master, you are not afraid!

Fatty Hua will always be by your side. No matter what happens, Fatty Hua will always guard you!

"Hehe, do you think they are a bunch of ingrate as well?"

Shang Zifeng asked.

"Kengji, kengji …"

Master was right, they were just a bunch of ingrate.

Humph!

As soon as they saw that their master was in trouble, they all ran away. As expected, none of them had any conscience!

"Hehe, I knew you were definitely saying 'yes'. Since you love me so much, can I ask you to do something for me now? You'll agree, won't you? "

Shang Zifeng asked himself, and then carried Fatty Hua to the center of the Red Wood Eight Immortals table, and looked at Fatty Hua in a devilish manner.

Hearing that, the Fatty Hua's eyes became wide open as a dark light flooded his eyes. If it had hair, it would definitely have exploded right now.

Based on its understanding of its master, every time its master spoke to it in such a manner, it would most likely be met with a calamity.

At the same time, in the inner hall, the Shang Family Patriarch, Shang Jinghuan, was stomping his chest and walking around angrily. From time to time, he would smash cups and roar, making his old face turn red.

On the side, there was an unordinary looking noblewoman standing quietly, looking disappointedly at the bustling and noisy crowd outside the mansion. The sounds of sighing could be heard incessantly.

"Look!" They are here! "

Outside of the courtyard, someone was screaming among the crowd, causing the tired citizens who had been waiting for a long time to boil over.

Under the setting sun, where the ceremonial music was played, the red luan ceremony snaked its way through without end.

The two ladies in red on both sides of the hall sprinkled the petals of their makeup along the way, dyeing the sky red!

At the front, a bridegroom dressed in red, with a red flower around his waist, was riding a handsome white horse. Under the escort of the crowd, he led the way in a valiant manner, slowly advancing.

Its face was like a crown jade. It was gentle and refined, and it could be said to have delicate features. It was extremely handsome, and wherever it went, it created waves of screams that made people cry out in alarm as if they were crazy.

"Second Brother! Miss Helian's wedding procession has arrived! "

Bang.

With a sound, Shang Zifeng's room door was pushed open by someone from the outside, and a young scholar with a nervous face entered.

This man was the third young master of the Shang family, Shang Ziyu.

Shang Zifeng rolled his eyes at Shang Ziyu, not caring at all. He continued to play with the talisman in his hand that was emitting green light, performing an extremely comical action. He said to the silly looking pet pig lying on the Red Wood Eight Immortals Table: "Little Fatty Er, I will leave it to you today! Although this is my first time using it, it should not have any side effects, so you don't have to be afraid! "

While speaking, Shang Zifeng brought his nose close to the pig, "Come, let me, the young master, smell your fragrance!"

"Sniff, sniff …"

No!

Master!

Fatty Hua doesn't want it!

Fatty Hua's body was stinky, neither fragrant nor fragrant!

Please let Fatty Hua go!

At this time, Fatty Hua already knew what his master wanted to do with it. He couldn't help but panic.

"Hm!" "Not bad, it's the same smell as the one on me, it's very fragrant!"

Shang Zifeng patted the pig's big head and ears, laughing slyly: "Little Fatty Er, let me tell you, that girl is definitely a beauty, I can give you a bargain today … Heh heh … The pig of your life has not been for nothing! "

"Sniff, sniff …"

Damn master, stinky master, it's not like I've never seen that girl before. How is that a girl?

Fatty Hua doesn't want that female devil. Fatty Hua begs Master to let her go, that female demon is so scary, Fatty Hua doesn't want to become a roasted suckling pig!

Fatty Hua would rather live his life like a pig than deal with that evil woman!

The pitiful Fatty Hua was shivering at the Eight Immortals Table, but in Shang Zifeng's eyes, he thought the little perverted pig was trembling in excitement, as if he had completely understood Fatty Hua's meaning.

"Hehe, as long as you are happy! Right now, only you can help me with this! "

"Second brother, you …"

Shang Ziyu stared blankly at the talisman in Shang Zifeng's hand, and said in disbelief: "You can't be trying to …"

"Shh!" Third brother, didn't you always want to roam the martial arts world with second brother, learn Tao techniques, and then defeat everyone in the world? "

As they spoke, Shang Zifeng held up the talisman in his hand, and waved it in front of Shang Ziyu's eyes.

"Opportunity?"

Shang Ziyu opened his eyes wide, looking at the talisman in second brother's hand, he suddenly thought of something and shouted: "You want to escape from the marriage!"

Shang Zifeng covered Shang Ziyu's mouth and said sternly: "If I don't run away from this marriage, don't tell me you want second brother to marry that female tiger? As a dignified seven foot man, he should rather die than submit! Even if the Young Master were to marry her, I would still have to come up with a plan, not to mention that I will have to marry her in such a way! "

While talking, Shang Zifeng started to sob: "This is an insult to my man! Besides, I want to live a little longer! "

"But …" But if we leave, what will father do with mother? "

Shang Ziyu said dispiritedly: "In addition, that was Second Brother who promised to be the first one, but now you have to break your promise and run away, this is a little …"

Without waiting for Shang Ziyu to finish, Shang Zifeng "Pa!"

He shook his head and said resentfully, "Don't we still have big brother here? Big brother doesn't let us let Father and Mother worry? With a single word, are we leaving or not? "

"Ugh …" Go, go! Available... "But Miss Helian, this …"

Shang Ziyu pointed worriedly at the silly pig lying on the Eight Immortals Table: "Will anything happen to him?"

How come nothing happened?

Something would definitely happen!

Fatty Hua will be in trouble!

Fatty Hua will die!

The Fatty Hua weakly muttered. Hehe! Don't worry! Even if something happens, it's a good thing! "

Shang Zifeng snickered: "Since she wants to show off her manliness so much, then Young Master, I can only help her!"

While speaking, Shang Zifeng flipped his fingers, and with a funny movement, he threw the talisman into the air, and started chanting the technique indifferently. Shang Ziyu who was at the side held his stomach and laughed out loud, thinking: As expected, it is only half-step!

While the two of them were fooling around, the wedding ceremony slowly arrived in front of the Shang Residence's entrance.

The sedan chair and the horse were zigzagging along.

The handsome bridegroom dismounted from his horse and came to the front of the court in a graceful manner, cupping his hands in greeting to all the elders and fathers.

At this moment, the drum and the music ended.

Helian Lanruo swaggered into Shang Ye's courtyard, went around the long corridor and arrived at the main hall.

"Uncle, there's no need to stand on ceremony. After today, we will be a family."

As she spoke, Lan Luo looked around, but did not see Shang Zifeng. She then asked politely, "The time has come, may I know where Zi Feng is now?"

"This …"

After a moment of silence, Shang Jinghuan licked his old face and shouted to the servants by the side: "Go and get that good son of mine!"

"Master, Second Young Master, he …" "He's here …"

The servant pointed at the figure that was being led by a wedding lady, and said carefully. His voice was extremely soft, afraid that it would touch the old master's brow.