Gong Jiu's carriage has already arrived at Wanmei Villa, and all the information points directly to this place. More than one person saw Su Yang entering Wanmei Villa.
Of course, no one dared to follow him, and no one would provoke the owner of Wanmei Villa for a piece of gold.
Gong Jiu dismounts, single person, single sword, walking.
He walked to the hillside, sat down, and began to wait quietly.
Although no one had told him anything, he had a hunch that Su Yang would not run away, and this was the battlefield for the final decisive battle that Su Yang had prepared for them.
Looking at the wild flowers all over the mountains and plains, Gong Jiu was thinking, who can Su Yang find?
Lu Xiaofeng, Honest Monk, Hua Man Lou, these three people will definitely come.
Now that we have arrived at Wanmei Villa, will Ximen Chuixue definitely take action?
Oh, and Aunt Gongsun, among the swordsmen in the world, she can already be regarded as the number one woman.
And Su Yang himself is also a top expert.
Six masters.
With these six people taking action at the same time, who in the world can take over? Gong Jiu shook his head and smiled. He was not sure of victory, nor did he have a premonition of failure. In a word, what was the result? Gong Jiu also
Not sure.
But Gong Jiu still smiled slightly. Whether he died in the hands of these six people or these six people killed him, it must be a good story and a good ending.
People always have to die, and sometimes death is a kind of relief. If these people can free themselves, then thank them. If they can't, let them free themselves. It's fair and simple.
The wind blows. The sun and the moon alternate.
The third day, early morning.
Someone floated in the wind. Aunt Gongsun was dressed in a gorgeous dress, with long sleeves fluttering, like a Lingbo fairy.
"Gong Jiu?" she asked.
Gong Jiu closed his eyes and nodded slightly. He asked, "Gongsun?"
"Yes." Aunt Gongsun's shoulders moved slightly, and two small dragon-like daggers emerged from her long sleeves. She did not move at all. The two swords actually seemed to be spiritual, circling up and down around her, and the embroidery ribbon danced.
In between, the dagger shines like clouds.
Gong Jiu opened her eyes slightly and nodded: "Sword dance."
"Yes, sword dance." Aunt Gongsun said.
"Sword dance is not bad, just sit down." After Gong Jiu finished speaking, he slowly closed his eyes and stopped talking.
Aunt Gongsun frowned slightly, stopped ten feet away from the east side of Gongjiu, sheathed her sword, and sat down hugging her knees, as if waiting for someone.
After a while, someone arrived from the north of the hillside.
The man's long sleeves were fluttering, and he was wearing a hundred-na monk's robe. He was running on the hillside, like a big bird with a bald head, shining brightly in the sun.
Beside him, there was a young man in white clothes. The young man always seemed to have a faint smile on his lips, but his eyes were blind.
"Jiuye." The honest monk stopped ten feet away from the north side of Gongjiu. Huamanlou was always by his side.
"Do you know who I am?" Gong Jiu asked.
"Among the thirteen Taibao, I only know Master Jiu." The honest monk is very honest, and what he says seems to be arrogant. But it is also true. Among the Thirteen Taibao, he can be remembered and is worth remembering.
Yes, this is the only one.
"Honest monk. We are old acquaintances. You can't do anything under my command." Gong Jiu didn't even raise his eyebrows this time.
"Jiu Ye is merciful. Only the honest monk can make three moves. If he really kills him, the second move will kill him." The honest monk said.
"You are not good at martial arts, but you are very reliable in doing things. In fact, you are a very useful person." Gong Jiu said calmly.
"A useful person must be a human being. If I don't come, I won't be a human being." The honest monk said: "A useful dog is not as good as a useless person."
"I won't advise you, just sit down." Gong Jiu nodded.
The honest monk said to Amitabha and then sat cross-legged in meditation.
Gong Jiu suddenly opened his eyes and looked in the direction of the honest monk, but what he looked at was not the honest monk, but the young man next to the honest monk. He looked at it very carefully, and there was even a bit of admiration in his eyes.
Hua Manlou actually seemed to know that Gong Jiu was looking at him, and nodded slightly in greeting.
"Hua Man Lou, you have a very good reputation. Most people think that you have such a reputation not because of your martial arts, but because of your mentality." Gong Jiu said.
"A person should not be judged by his martial arts strength." Hua Manlou said.
"No, what I mean to say is that your martial arts skills are not inferior to Lu Xiaofeng's," Gong Jiu said.
Hua Manlou smiled: "A blind man always has more time. Practicing martial arts is a good way to kill time."
"But I don't look at you because of your martial arts." Gong Jiu said: "I admire you. I have seen many disabled people, many of whom are not disabled. They even hold great power and have strong martial arts. In the eyes of most people,
I envy people, but they are not as good as you."
Huamanlou paused: "If Huamanlou can do it, Master Jiu can do it too."
Gong Jiu shook his head: "We are different."
Huamanlou said: "Then I can only sit down."
Gong Jiu turned her head, continued to close her eyes and rest her mind, and said: "Okay, please sit down."
Hua Manlou was about to say something more, but Gong Jiu waved her hand and said, "No need to say any more, please sit down."
There were already four people on the hillside.
The person who comes next is of course the fifth person.
This person is Lu Xiaofeng.
Lu Xiaofeng stopped ten feet south of Gongjiu and said only one sentence: "If you don't leave, you will die."
Gong Jiu said: "Death is not scary."
Lu Xiaofeng nodded silently and sat down. His face was covered with dust and the clothes on his body were already covered with dust. No one knew where he had been in the past few days or how far he had traveled. After he sat down
, took out a greased paper bag from his arms, opened it, and found a pound of beef inside, and then started eating. It turned out that he had not even bothered to eat a bite of food these days.
Where did he go and what kind of master did he find?
Not long after, two people walked side by side on the hillside in the direction of Wanmei Villa.
Both of them have swords on their waists, peerless swords.
A sword has no name, but if this nameless sword is in the hands of its owner, it will surely shock the world and no one will know about it.
The other sword looked the same as an ordinary blue steel sword, but there was a flash of blood on the sword.
These are not two swords, but two people, two people who have reached the pinnacle of swordsmanship.
Before Ximen Chuixue drew his sword, everyone on the hillside already felt a needle-like sensation on their skin, as if the air suddenly became thicker and countless sword energy was flowing.
"You still have one step left, just that one step, what a pity." Gong Jiu shook his head and sighed.
There is still one step left, naturally one step left, and he will surpass the peak of the sword and enter the realm of heaven and man. From now on, there will be no rival in the world.
It's a pity, of course it's Gong Jiu. It's a pity that Ximen Chuixue met him. I'm afraid that I won't be able to take that step again in this life.
Ximen Chuixue said: "One step away, so close to the end of the world, why bother to be persistent."
After saying that, he also sat down.
"You only found these people today?" Gong Jiu asked Su Yang.
"Not enough people?"
"not enough."
"How much difference?"
"A little bit."
"How much is a little?"
"A little bit is five lives."
"What if there are others?"
"That's why I missed it a little bit."
"How much is this little bit?"
Gong Jiu laughed: "Of course it is my life."
Su Yang thought for a while: "There is one more thing. You leave now and never show up again. Before it's too late, you take the palace master away. You go overseas, to Tianya, to Yunmengze, no matter where you go, as long as you no longer participate in this
No matter what happens, I will let you go."
Gong Jiu shook his head: "Although I am a disabled person, I am also a man. Today I have to see the world's greatest heroes, how could I leave?"
"You are looking for death!" Su Yang frowned.
"Actually, for me, there is no difference between doing these things or not doing them." Gong Jiu said.
"Why bother? Even if you are disabled, you don't have to seek death."
"I'm not seeking death." Gong Jiu said: "This is my only sustenance. Now that I'm here and you are here, how can I leave? Whether I am killed by you or I kill you, it is the best outcome.
"
Su Yang sometimes couldn't understand the thoughts of people like Gong Jiu. He let himself go and asked him to find helpers, as if just for today's battle.
Even whether he should kill the emperor or who would become the emperor was not important in his heart.
But no matter what, today's battle is inevitable.
Because the last person has appeared at the bottom of the hillside, walking uphill step by step.
Seeing this person, even Ximen Chuixue couldn't help but narrow his eyes. (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to come to Qidian.com to vote for recommendations and monthly votes. Your support is my biggest motivation.
