Chapter 149 In a desperate situation, you still draw your sword, and return to the world with a bowl of tea
The lamp and shadow of the tea shop were slightly dark, and the forest was unable to wear Lin Zhaoying. In the faintness, there were only a dozen figures of the royal swords that were stunned.
Gu Yu's hands dyed blood in his hands and killed two disciples of two four swordmen at a very fast speed.
The disciples of the four sword door could not help but change the color of the ground, one by one.
One person drank: "What are you afraid of? This kid was chased by us all the way. It was the end of the crossbow.
The words fall.
The disciples of the four swordsmen who were hesitant again appeared again in their eyes.
"kill!"
There was another sword of swords, and the night was bright.
The sound of the rapid sword and the sword stopped abruptly.
The blood is filled with blood.
Someone panicked: "Not good, he killed the elder's pro -disciples!"
hiss.
Under the night.
Someone took a breath.
Someone is quietly retreating.
"Knot!"
It came again.
The disciples living in the four swordsmen have injected the aura into the sword in their hands.
The Sword Gate is used to deal with the sword array of powerful monsters, but at this moment to deal with Gu Yu's life.
Gu Yu's life in the sword array, his complexion was slightly white. The bowl of tea just now entered the abdomen. He briefly suppressed the cold and cold qi in the body, and felt the hidden murder of the sword array. Gu Yusheng took a deep breath.
There is not much time for yourself.
If it is procrastinating, it is extremely unfavorable to yourself.
Thinking of this, Gu Yusheng raised the sword, and the flowers of the lotus gathered on the tip of the sword. Under the night, a blue lotus bloomed!
Straight into the clouds.
"Um?"
For dozens of miles, the ghost elder Yin Huai, who was walking around the royal sword, once again saw the sky sword.
His eyebrows were locked, and a touch of surprise appeared in his eyes.
"This kid, I hit my cold and ghost, there is still the same ability!"
"However, that's it, and in these two states, there are not so many fear of this seat."
Yin Huai sneered, and the speed suddenly accelerated. Suddenly, a figure appeared in front of him, facing him back.
"who!"
Yinhuai's pupils shrink.
That person does not answer.
Yin Huai was worried about the disciples under the door, and said irritable: "Flash."
He resolutely pulled his sword.
A ghostly sword, penetrate that figure.
However, Yin Huai frowned, and saw that the sound of the cooing water was boiling around him.
That figure stands lightly: "Roll back the four sword gate."
"So my mystery!"
The sword in the hands of Yinhuai turned into a strange ghost, and a sword waved!
But the sword in the hand of the ghost shadow was halfway, and it disappeared quietly.
I saw two thin hands, clamped the invisible sword.
With a little hard work, the sword wailing and turning into a gray smoke.
At the same time.
The sword in the hands of Yinhuai is also weird.
The mind is implicated, and the blood can not be spit.
"This is the ghost kendo inherited by the four swordsmen? But that's it, you can only bully the juniors involved in the world, and go back to rebuild for a century. Maybe it can make me look at it."
That figure changed slightly, turning into a drop of water, in the dark, suddenly drilled into the heart of the locust.
After a while.
The breath of Yinhuai directly fell into a realm.
At his abdomen, Dantian was broken and the aura overflowed, and he was always on the edge of the collapse.
Wow!
Yin Huai mouth vomit black blood.
Falling the ground.
Support the body with a broken sword.
He looked at the end of the mountains in horror.
The head of the head is not always avoided.
The old man of the tea shop opened his eyes, and his eyes had no waves. His eyes fell on the shining lotus sword shadow, and his eyes were shocked: "What about the old Qin taught?"
When the green lotus is scattered, the surrounding Yuan Ling is disordered, and no one can perform royal swordsmanship.
Several four swordmen practitioners are still alive. At this time, neither of the two sides retreat.
Either give birth.
Either die.
铮 铮!
The sword shadow in the darkness.
Gu Yusheng's figure was constantly changing. That wooden sword was clearly unable to bloom, but it was still unstoppable.
"eleven."
"twelve."
"Thirteen."
The old man Qiao silently buckled the table with his hands. He didn't kill how many people killed, but to distinguish how much the basic swords he used to use for a teenager.
"fourteen."
The old man of Qiao seemed to have some obsessive -compulsive disorder. When he counted it, he took the tea and took a sip, as if the wrinkles between the eyebrows stretched.
"Lao Qin, who has carried a sword in his life, will spend such a hard work to cultivate a person."
Old Qiao's face has groaning.
Do you want to shoot?
The teenager was fighting at this moment.
Has the injury on the body.
In the dark.
The teenager stabs a sword again.
Old Qiao's eyes brightened.
"fifteen."
His expression was wrong.
Slowly put down the tea in your hand.
After a while.
Fighting in the distance ends.
Gu Yusheng dragged his tired body and walked step by step.
The wooden sword he held was bleeding.
The white robe dyes blood.
The arms are also bleeding.
Under the candlelight.
Gu Yusheng raised the tea that had not been drank on the table and drank it.
His steps are so heavy.
As if it will fall down at any time.
The old man Qiao stared at the young and pale face of the young man, knocked on the table, and said, "Gu Bai was not as miserable as you.
Gu Yu's life was slightly stunned.
He silently followed the tea -selling teaman and walked into the dim room.
"Try the wound first." The old man pointed at a clean room, hung a light on the wall, poured a pot of hot water into the barrel, and the pungent medicine flavored with the rising water vapor. "
Although the cold and cold in your body, although it is a bit troublesome, it is not without the way. If you enter my tea shed, you are a noble guest. Don't worry about having an enemy to cause trouble and live with peace of mind. "
"Thanks."
Gu Yusheng arched his hands, Yue Xu Benbao had been lacking in his body and mind. He soaked into the medicine barrel, and immediately felt that the numbness of the cold body gradually recovered some consciousness. The temperature of the medicine barrel was lower.
Some firewood, the heat baked under the wooden barrel along the fire dragon, and the water temperature gradually rose again.
even so.
On the hair of Gu Yu's life, he still raised frost, and his complexion was extremely pale.
Selling Chang Weng handles the beard, thinking about it.
He turned into the backyard, took a pack of herbs and threw it into the barrel, and silently healed the wounds of Gu Yu's life swords silently on the side.
After a while.
Selling Cha Weng said: "Boy, did you plunder others?"
Gu Yu thought for a while, and replied: "Back to his predecessors, I killed the Queen Master of the Quartet, grabbed a monster sword, four swordsmen."
"It's just a sword." Selling Chamong didn't care, but his expression was stiff and widened.
Gu Yusheng nodded.
After selling Cha Weng slightly, haha laughed: "Beautiful!"
Gu Yusheng always felt that the old man in front of him was not boasting.
Feeling the magic of the Chinese medicine power of wooden barrels, Gu Yu asked: "Senior, why are you high?"
"Who I don't important, what is important is that you have done a stupid thing."
Selling the tea -to -wood barrel, picked up the wooden sword that Gu Yusheng put it on the side, and looked at it carefully. It was right: this is right. It turns out that this scabbard is made of Lao Qin.
It has great benefits to Yu Yangjian, but the cold and ghost qi in this kid should not be so strong.
Is the problem with this sword itself?
There was doubt in the heart of the tea, but did not go to the sword of the rest of his life at will.
Although he is a teenager.
But it is also a swordsman who watched the sword.
His sword is also worthy of respect.
"I do not involve the predecessors." Gu Yu's life replied, "Senior, do my father stay here, if so, please return to me the predecessors, I will leave after dawn."
Selling Tea Weng Ran.
This kid is a good person.
"There is one thing hidden here, but you don't have to rush to go, I'm not afraid of things."
Selling Cha Weng handed the wooden sword to Gu Yu's life.
"I look at the sword and look."
Gu Yu's life was puzzled, but he still did it, and gently pulled the wooden sword out. The wooden sword that was hit by the Lei Dao method was still bloody.
Selling Chaweng's eyes fell on the wooden sword, stunned for a moment, hugged his hands, and said, "This sword absorbs something that should not be absorbed.
Deep, lose it, your injury can be cured soon. "
When he heard the tea selling, Gu Yu subconsciously returned the sword to the sheath, holding it in his hand tightly.
"Senior, this sword can't be lost, unless I really die."
"Then keep it."
Selling Chamong turned around and walked out of the room.
Don't ask the reason.
He sells hot tea and herbal tea next to this road. He has seen people who are all kinds of people. In this road, everyone has something that it is difficult to give up.
The palm lamp walked to the wall, and the book box had been placed for many years.
Selling Chaweng stood in front of the book box for a while.
Go into the room with a negative hand, find some books from the bottom of the bed, and turn it over the middle of the night under the oil lamp.
The breathing of the teenager next door gradually became well -proportioned.
Selling tea and palm light at the door seaming through the door seam.
The teenager did not sleep well, because he put the wooden sword in his arms with both hands.
The hidden soul sword in the sword was ghostly invaded into the teenager's body a little bit.
"Is a sword that is more important than life?"
Selling tea was murmured to himself, and a faint smile appeared on his face.
early morning.
The sky is gradually brighter.
Gu Yu's life came out of the room. Last night, he slept with unprecedented stability. Although the cold in the body was still there, Gu Yu's life believed that as long as he worked hard, he would completely remove the cold in the body.
"woke up."
The stoves that are specially burned on the fire, selling the tea man put down a yellow book, and look back at Gu Yu's life.
Take a small soil bowl.
Sprinkle a few slices of tea in it.
"Drink a cup of morning tea."
Gu Yusheng was discharged from the sword.
"Thank you seniors."
He doesn't like to drink tea. Maybe he is still young, and he can't taste the taste.
The morning light is slightly slightly.
He pulled out the wooden sword and practiced the sword in front of the withering pear tree.
Selling tea was sitting at the threshold, watching the juvenile sword slowly over a sword, gradually, his expression became serious.