In Guo Mansion, a middle-aged man with chins on his face was standing in front of the door, holding a letter in his hand and reading the information on it carefully. As he glanced down further, the middle-aged man's face became more and more grim.
of solemnity.
In the end, he frowned deeply, with the word Sichuan appearing between his eyebrows.
"Brother Jing, what's wrong?"
From time to time, a light and elegant voice came from beside the man, and a beautiful woman stepped forward and looked at the letter in the man's hand.
Shaking his head, the man faced the beautiful woman, his frown slowly dissipated in an instant, revealing a simple and honest smile: "Rong'er, has Xiang'er fallen asleep?"
Reaching out to snatch the letter from the man's hand, the beautiful woman nodded: "This little guy may have slept all day. He just left it to the nanny to take care of. She has slept enough during the day and has to torment us again at night."
The words were quite helpless.
Slightly holding the beautiful woman's shoulders, the man rubbed the hair on her head and said softly: "Thank you for your hard work."
"It's not hard. Brother Jing should pay attention to rest and don't be too tired."
Hearing this, the man looked across the corridor to the bustling streets outside, and sighed deeply: "Oh, the Mongolian cavalry is getting more and more rampant..."
The beautiful woman seemed not to have heard of it. After reading the letter, she couldn't help but shout: "Dongzhang kidnapped six master uncles?!"
"Well, I just received a letter from Senior Brother Yin, and I think we are close to him."
The middle-aged man is Guo Jing, the hero of the Condor Shooting. Hearing this, the solemn expression on his face became even more serious. He who has been guarding Xiangyang City all year round has now shown the air of a general and no longer looks like the frizzy boy he used to be.
Although I was shocked after seeing the content in the letter, I didn't show it too much. My whole body has gradually become calmer.
"Are they at the Sword Tomb now?"
The beautiful woman was Huang Rong. After the Beggar Clan chief came back, she had been taking care of the young Guo Xiang at home and never appeared in the world again.
"Well, for some unknown reason these past few days, the Mongols stopped attacking and stopped drumming, and they just happened to be free for me. Rong'er, I have to go to the Sword Tomb in person, so you can stay at home and take care of Xiang'er.
Also, don’t let Fu’er run around again.”
Patting Huang Rong's shoulder, Guo Jing strode down the stairs.
Just as he was about to walk through the corridor, someone grabbed his sleeve from behind. He looked back in confusion and saw that Huang Rong had chased him down at some point, with a pretty face looking at him firmly.
"Brother Jing, I'm going too."
"you......"
Guo Jing was worried about his wife's health, so he hesitated.
But Huang Rong's attitude was extremely firm: "The six uncles have taught you a favor, so you must go, but Dongzhang has a great favor of saving lives for our family, so I can't just sit back and watch this matter..."
....”
In fact, there were still some things she didn't say in full, because she was afraid that Guo Jing, who was clumsy-tongued and straight-tempered, would fall out with Dongzhang on the spot. This was something she didn't want to see. If she could be there, she could deal with it, so that the two families wouldn't end up like each other.
step.
"Then...well, you haven't recovered yet and don't overwork yourself. I will take care of everything."
Guo Jing finally compromised, but he still did not forget to warn his beloved wife.
"Ok, I know."
Tanshou took her husband's hand, and the two of them walked out of Guo Mansion one after another.
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Sword Tomb.
Zhou Botong's face turned red after hearing this, and he said angrily: "Come on, come on! I'm afraid you won't succeed! You were wrong to kill my disciple. You don't want to be my friend, and I don't want to be your friend either. Let's end our friendship today!"
"
Zhou Botong's voice was so loud that even the crowd watching under the pergola could hear it clearly. Compared with the indifference of Han Wugu and the others, and the complicated expressions of the six Quanzhen disciples, Xiao Longnu's pretty face was a little unbearable.
.
She knew how good the relationship between Dongzhang and the old naughty boy was. That day, the two fought side by side and had a fierce fight in the Mongolian military camp. It was considered a life-long friendship.
Although they often bicker and quarrel, in fact, both of them acknowledge the importance of the other in their hearts, but why has it come to this point now?
She didn't want to, nor did she want to see the two of them facing each other with swords in a life-or-death duel.
Then he walked out of the pergola.
Han Wugao, who was standing in front, felt a faint fragrance coming to his nose. From the corner of his eye, he saw a white shadow passing directly through his body. He couldn't help being stunned and asked in surprise: "Sister, where are you going?"
As soon as the words came out, the chef, Baicao Immortal, and Master Shengyin all turned their heads and looked at each other with the same doubts on their faces.
"They can't fight any longer."
Leaving only a cold figure behind everyone, Xiao Longnu walked straight into the venue.
Her running away naturally alarmed Dongzhang and Old Naughty Boy. They both couldn't help but look sideways at Dragon Girl. Old Naughty Boy's expression became even more ugly, and he said forcefully: "Little Dragon Girl! Are you coming to help him too?"
"
Shaking her head, Long Nu stood between the two of them, her dark pupils looked directly at the embarrassed old naughty boy opposite her, and said: "Zhou Botong, we are friends, stop it."
"Friend!? Then ask him! Does he regard me as a friend?!"
As soon as the dragon girl said this, the old naughty boy became more and more excited.
As soon as the words came out, Dongzhang became angry. He pointed his sword at the red-faced old naughty boy and shouted: "I don't treat you as a friend?! If I don't treat you as a friend, that bullshit Quanzhen Liuzi can still live.
Until now... your bullshit Quanzhen Sect can still stand safely on Zhongnan Mountain?!"
"If I didn't treat you as a friend, I would have killed them 800 times earlier! This boy named Lu, An Neng, can stand here and call you master??"
When the old naughty boy heard this, he was stunned on the spot, with a look of astonishment on his face. Seeing him like this, Zhang Dong wanted to say something more, but he was glared at by the little dragon girl next to him: "You are not allowed to speak!"
Upon hearing this, the latter angrily slammed his knife on the ground and turned his face away from the old naughty boy.
"Don't you know him? How could he find Quanzhen for no reason?"
Xiao Longnu just looked at the old naughty boy who was breathing rapidly and whispered.
"You! You! Then why are you?!"
After kicking the rubble all over the ground like he was angry, the old naughty boy raised his hand and pointed angrily at Dongzhang opposite him and asked loudly.
"Why? Go ask your good disciple and see what good things he has done."
The old naughty boy knew that Dongzhang's ability to say so much was actually enough to give him face, because this man didn't even bother to explain, and his title of executioner was not false.
He said he wanted to destroy Quanzhen, but if he really wanted to, no one could stop him. If he said he wanted to destroy your whole family, he would destroy your whole family. He was a demon who did what he said.
Being able to do this, there must be something that he doesn't know. Hearing this, he turned to look at Lu Guzhan, who was fighting Zhang Yimeng in the distance. At this moment, his long hair was disheveled, and there were varying degrees of fatal injuries on his body. He was being beaten.
Zhang Yimeng played hard.
His lips trembled slightly, the old naughty boy's throat squirmed, and he said with difficulty: "I will investigate this matter, and let Guzhan go."
"Ha... let him go? I told you, even if the Emperor comes today, I can't save him!"
"Don't bully others too much!!"
"I just lied to you! Come on!"
Faced with the aggressiveness of the old naughty boy, Dongzhang turned his head and shouted. As soon as he spoke, the black hair on his head suddenly rolled back, revealing the scarlet mark on his forehead.
Seeing these two men refusing to give in to each other, Xiao Longnu, who was standing in the middle, shook her head with a headache. Just as she was about to be dissuaded, a deep voice suddenly reached everyone's ears from afar.