Gu Xianfo sat in the dilapidated temple and watched the old man surnamed Wang kill the killer who claimed to be "Ji Shidao", he just vaguely felt that the three words Ji Shidao sounded familiar. Now that he thought about it carefully, he realized where he had survived it.

That was three months ago, when Gu Xianfo was still burning his soul and suppressing bandits in the mountains with Gu Yan, Gu Yan went straight to the old villages and walked alone. Gu Xianfo knew that he was not as good as Gu Yan, so he chose a small village named He Sheng.

After taking down the village without any effort, Gu Xianfo threw away the useless sword that once claimed to be as sharp as jade as mud, and asked again: "You are He Sheng?"

Demon He Sheng, who was used to being arrogant and blessed on the mountain, grabbed the young swordsman's hand with both hands, and his legs were unable to pedal. It seemed as if he was twitching. After a pinch, he realized that his whole body's aura was disintegrating, and his efforts to accumulate strength were still fruitless. This is the real terrible thing. If someone dared to be so arrogant and rude, he would not be chopped into meat paste by him with a sword. But at present, this young man who was even more devilish than him was stronger than others. His face turned from red to sickly blue and purple, and he gasped for breath: "Men... I am He Sheng."

Gu Xianfo said oh, raised his hand, and slapped the head of the Caotang Immortal Master on the side of the head, then pulled up his head and left his body. After landing, he rolled out like a watermelon and rolled out far away. Gu Xianfo threw away the headless corpse and chuckled softly: "Since you admit it, then go on the road with peace of mind."

The servant who handed the sword to He Sheng Handan just now saw that his master died suddenly, and he didn't care about anything. He didn't think deeply about why his master died in one move. He just thought it was because of the villain's plot and carelessness. He snatched another famous sword from another servant holding a sword. After drawing the sword, he red eyes and shouted with red eyes: "You crazy rural bastard, do you know that He Sheng is the next generation master of my Ji Shidao Jimen's thatched hut? You must let your five horses be dismembered and you will die without a place to bury it!"

The sword boy was slashed with anger. In the eyes of Han Fang, Zhang Xiucheng and others who had good martial arts cultivation, they should not be underestimated. Gu Xianfu's five fingers and claws with his left hand, and the head that had been smeared all the blood was flew back out of thin air. It happened to be split into two petals by the sword boy's sword, but the blood was splashed by a layer of mirage. However, the domineering sword boy who was out of the sword was covered with blood. His sword chopped melons and vegetables and split his master's head, hovering three or four inches above the sword scholar's head. No matter how he increased the force, he could not chop. Gu Xianfu slowly raised his arm, bent his finger and bounced his sword body.

He swept away, broke away from the palm of the sword boy's hand, and patted him back on his fair cheek. A long red mark of the same width as the sword body appeared instantly. After the sword grid was inlaid with a rare cat-eye stone, he pulled back to the hands of the immortal Buddha, and cracked inch by inch, and smiled at the sword boy who was stunned: "I have never even heard of Shenmen's thatched cottage, so how could I know who the waste is with the blooming head under my feet? Your master has just arrived on the road to the underworld. Since you are loyal, go with your peerless swordsman's appearance as a sword to split Huashan, I believe that returning to the cottage will be a fate of burial."

The sword boy realized the world of difference between the two sides. He said a word, and was kicked like a bow, and flew backwards five or six meters away, vomiting blood and dying.

Then Gu Xianfo asked, "What do you want to say?"

Two groups of people with different positions in a square are all shocking.

Hong Qian moved quietly, trying to escape from this place of failure. After cutting the flag, he had already broken off his kindness with Zhongyi Village, and had no room for maneuver. He finally bowed down and found a great backer on the spot. Not to mention how this bloody swordsman cares about it, it was Master Zhang Xiucheng and Han Fang who was the master, who had just slid to the edge of the square. Gu Xianfo turned around and stared at the bandit who spared no effort to climb his position and smiled: "Hong Master, don't rush to leave, this apricot yellow pole

The flag was cut off by you, but the grudge between you and the village had nothing to do with me. But when Qingzhu Niang said that her man's Zhuangzi was broken back then, you hid his identity. He was a Zhuangzi Qingke for several months, and then he cooperated with him inside and outside. Afterwards, you stabbed the scholar to death. Many beautiful maids who used to joke with you in the past were also killed by you that night. Since He Sheng and Handan were dead, come on, if you win by chance, Qingzhu Niang will be your tent toy."

Hong Qian said with a bitter and regretful face: "Young Master Gu is joking, how dare Hong disrespect you?"

Taoist Zhang Xiucheng suddenly said loudly: "Please ask Mr. Gu to leave this person to me! If you want to kill and cut him later, Zhang Xiucheng will never fight back, and you will be obedient!"

Gu Xianfo asked back, "You were in the wine shop at the foot of the mountain that day. Didn't you want to cut off my head with one sword?"

Zhang Xiucheng said calmly: "As long as Mr. Gu is willing to let Zhongyi Village go, Zhang Xiucheng will kill Hong Qian and apologize for his death!"

Gu Xianfo smiled and spread his hands to signal Zhang Xiucheng to let go of his hands and feet to fight and clear the portal.

Gu Xianfo looked at the soft and vermilion-shaped flag that was curled up into a ball of apricot yellow-bottomed vermilion, and said to himself: "The officials forced the people to rebel, that's right, but after that, he ate wine and meat, and changed from unarmed to holding weapons. In the end, the people who killed the most were the people like you. Who was doing the way for whom?"

Gu Xianfo looked at the trembling servants of the cottage, foxes pretended to be powerful. Since even the mountain king was dead, what could he be powerful? Gu Xianfo turned his head and said to Han Fang: "Han Da, borrowed seven or eight horses and went to Shenmen's thatched cottage with me to see the fairyland on earth?"

Han Fang clasped her fists and said loudly: "Mr. Han dared not to refuse!"

Several Zhongyi Village bandits brought more than a dozen horses from the stable in fear, fearing that this Jun Ge'er, who was even more devilish than the devil, killed them together. This was really unjustly death. Hong Qian had been entangled by Zhang Xiucheng, and several strong men stood up to form an encirclement. Faced with Zhang Xiucheng, an unknown disciple of the Daode Sect, who had been famous for a long time, Hong Qian had no chance of winning, and most of his martial arts came from Zhang Xiucheng, and his shortcomings were revealed and he was targeted everywhere.

Fang Dayi, who was struggling and eyeing him, saw the opportunity and swung his axe down and made a big hole in Hong Qian's back. Hong Qian no longer had the strength to scold the black cow for being unruly. At this moment, Gu Xianfu, who had just led the reins of the horse and was about to leap over the horse, swept past, pulled the four-character flag for Tianxing in his hand, ran behind Fang Dayi, and slapped the back with one hand. Before the man as strong as a bear was thrown down, his head wrapped around the flag, like a rice dumpling, slowly being suffocated to death.

The breeze blew in the square, but it made everyone fall into the ice cellar.

Hong Qian was slashed after being penetrated by Zhang Xiucheng's chest with a sword and said, "He died well! He died so happily! I will be a man who will be a coach in the next life, just asking God to let Han Fang and Zhang Xiucheng and you all become women..."

Before he could finish his last words at his death, Zhang Xiucheng broke his heart with one sword.

Gu Xianfo glanced at the Taoist with Xingzi's eyes and said calmly: "For Qingzhu Niang said that you are still somewhat fairy-like and Taoist, you can save your life. What should you do in the future? Let's wait until my boss and I come back to make a decision."

Unfortunately, the Taoist priest was also decisive. He waved the blood drops at the tip of the sword, lifted a peach wood sword, bowed his head, and said bluntly: "No need to be so troublesome. Zhang Xiucheng is willing to go to the cottage with Mr. Gu."

Gu Xianfo ordered the attendants of the cottage, Leng, and said, "Take He Sheng's two petal heads in Handan."

The group rode their horses to Changle Peak, which was outside the horsepower for an hour. There was actually a magnificent carriage outside Zhongyi Village. However, if Gu Xian Buddha didn't sit, no one dared to act rashly.

The sects who are qualified to occupy the mountain as king are generally considered to be gold and two. The farthest ones are like Longhu Mountain and Huishan Xuanyuan, which are confronted by the river, and the nearest ones are like Qingyang Palace. They are all believers. Not to mention the sect leader, even some miscellaneous fish characters are all rising and the land is high above, and the gods are so good. In the eyes of ordinary people, they only feel that the clouds are covered with fog, and naturally they develop a sense of awe. This sinking thatched hut is in the Liuli Mountains. The depressed mountain king, and the demon who was pulled on his neck like a wild duck in front of him like a man who likes to call himself an immortal master, and his strength is among the top five in Caotang. In the past few years, rumors have approached the second grade. According to the trivial details learned from Qingzhu Niang, Caotang can probably have two second grade realms, namely the young master. As far as Orange State and one state are concerned, it is indeed quite good. The owner of the Caotang is Chen, and the one with the surname He Sheng is the disgraceful master. The illegitimate son, but his talent in martial arts is not bad. He is expected to be promoted to the second level before he is forty. It will not hurt whether he is an illegitimate son. A strong soldier and horseman are kings. It is an iron rule since ancient times. It works everywhere. The reason why the Shenmen’s Thatched House was worn as a demon sect is because the Caotang is good at room art and tantric practice. In the final analysis, as long as it is related to the joy of fish and water, the Caotang is proficient in the Caotang. When the Shen family descends the mountain, they either kill their parents to seize the young cauldron, or escort the mature cauldron to the high-ranking officials and nobles, and even have business dealings with some relatives of the two surnames in the Beimang Emperor's tent. This is also the root of the fact that the dual cultivation technique has always been denounced as evil and left-handed, but some orthodox magical powers derived from Buddhist and Taoist scriptures are not distorted. This is probably the key to the emergence of Shen’s martial arts pillars for generations.

Han Fang remained silent and rode a horse by the scholar at night.

But his mind was ups and downs. Since he was studying on a sword and had never set his sword, he slapped Demon He Sheng's head. Wouldn't he have reached the second level?! This scholar who claimed to be Gu Lang had only been crowned for a few years? He actually had such a terrible strength that was out of reach. This made Han Fang feel that he was more angry than others. However, he was not optimistic about Gu Lang's trip to the Chenmen thatched cottage. He was forced to go there. He could not die on the spot just like the sword-holding boy. However, he had a headache when he weighed the pros and cons after he arrived at the Caotang. Not to mention anything else, he was holding two old Shen worshippers in the Caotang. He had been in the second level for a long time. Is Mr. Gu who had not yet unsheathed his sword behind him willing to spare no effort? Or was he confident?

Zhang Xiucheng followed behind him, just thinking that this scholar was so hostile!

Just like the ink grinding from a top-grade ancient inkstone, it is extremely thick.

Gu Xianfo was holding a sword brought by the sword boy, which imitated the shape of the bronze sword in Dongyue Sword Lake. It was thick and black lacquer, and it was grand and ancient. Gu Xianfo let go of the reins of the horse, held the sword in one hand and flicked the fingers with the other hand, and the voice was crisp and melodious. He suddenly asked, "Fang Dayi and others, in the downtown city, they swung their axe without asking any questions. They were only happy and had no difficulty in bearing?"

Han Fang was joking and was about to speak. Zhang Xiucheng took the lead and said, "Fang Dayi and Hongqian, these desperate people, were not ruthless people before going up the mountain. They were all people who killed people without blinking their eyes. They were all righteous and ruthless. For their brothers, they were naturally enough to praise Yuntian. This is just like the so-called killing of children and adoptive mothers in the 24 filial piety in the Central Plains. They were all crazy and contradictory to their moral principles. In the end, they had some innocent children from official families who were born in the village. I used my tricks, which caused their families to be broken and their wives and children to be separated. They were chased by the government army and had to enter the village to be bandits. These people were also very annoyed by this, but the boss also had difficulties with the boss. One village had three religions and nine religions.

The flow is mixed with fish and dragons, how loyal the brothers are, after all, it depends on the reckless men such as Fang Dayi, who are too literate and conscious, and few are willing to hang themselves on a tree. Later, Zhongyi Village was excluded by the rest of Liuyi Mountain, and the birds and beasts dispersed. The ones that dispersed were these brothers with knowledge and ink. After they joined the other families, they turned to harm Zhongyi Village and spared their best efforts. Song Kui, the third leader, was a prison disaster that was designed by a brother before, and was deceived into the city. Of course, not everyone was so despicable. Many brothers who did not form cliques to establish the mountain when they arrived on the mountain. After going down the mountain with disheartened heart, they all had feelings and righteousness for Zhongyi Village, and it was considered a good time to get together and part."

Gu Xianfo nodded and said, "I asked Qing Zhuniang about many ways to manage the village at the foot of the mountain. I know more about your difficulties."

Zhang Xiucheng couldn't help but curse, beg you, the great devil, to stop asking for advice. He has such extremely sharp skills. Could it be that he also wants to learn from us to build a village to play?

Zhang Xiucheng felt a little excited. Could it be that Liuyi Mountain is about to change the sky?

Han Fang also had a sympathy. The two met each other and their eyes flashed at once, and everything was indifferent.

A sword boy who picked up the luxurious sword embedded in the cat's eye stone in the square came running on a horse and reported anxiously: "Young master, someone is stealing!"

In fact, Gu Xianfo had already learned the truth by identifying the sound of horse hooves, but he turned his head and looked at it in one fell swoop.

It is probably because of the master that he learned seven or eight points of true teachings from his master that he was cruel and ruthless sword boy used a sword as a dagger and took the opportunity to stab Gu Xianfu's neck. Even Han Fang and Zhang Xiucheng did not expect that this sword boy was so bold and had a strong temperament.

Gu Xianfo gently threw away the bronze sword in his hand, inserted it into the back of the servant who fled to the cottage, and fell off his horse.

With both fingers, the two horses were still running side by side. Gu Xianfo did not kill immediately, but just drew this valuable sword, and then said with a smile: "Go, go, pull back the sword from the corpse, as for whether to escape, you will be with you."

Jian Tong stood there on the spot, then collapsed and burst into tears.

Gu Xianfo turned the sword backwards and kicked it, and then he came back to his senses. The sword boy who was about to draw the sword flew out like a kite and hit the mountain wall, and died of anger.

Zhang Xiucheng was silent.

Why is this demon's temperament more bizarre than his methods?

Sitting on the horse's back as stable as a mountain, Gu Xianfo threw the sword to Han Fang, put his hands on his sleeves, narrowed his eyes and looked into the distance.
Chapter completed!