Chapter 669: The Eight Figures of the Dragon Clan Reappear, Mysterious Power
Fang Qiuliang used the calmest tone to tell the most thrilling things. Sixty years ago was not far away for Gu Yusheng, but he was in Qingping, never in the mouths of the sects and people.
I have heard of these pasts. Logically speaking, people who have always loved gossip will definitely say such things. No one mentioned them. There is only one possibility. Those who knew about these things back then were either dead or could not speak at all.
How many mountains are pressing on the heads of mortals?
The truth of the matter is probably much more miserable than what Qiuliang said.
The Xuanjia soldiers from Qingyun Town began to enter the house and drove the people out by forcibly.
The child cried, the old man and the weak woman knelt and kowtowed, and the begging was everywhere, but it was useless. These mysterious armored men were extremely powerful, and they could throw people dozens of meters away with just throwing them away.
The poor and old family has become the greatest pain in the hearts of mortals.
If you lose your home, you will lose everything and you will lose your roots.
Gu Yusheng sat under the old locust tree. Although he was able to be as natural as he was not noticed by the Xuanjiaoshi, his body was still filled with the passion of young men, although he was in Qingyun Town.
Too many people have no good feelings, and they kill all enemies, but since he entered the practice of cultivation, he has never thought of bullying the weak with his strong.
Gongliang, who sells charcoal, is also driven out. He bent. The long-term suffering of life has lowered his shoulders and back. He has become accustomed to such adversity, but his son Gongjian has not been suppressed by life.
He has strong muscles. When Xuanjiashi kicked Gongliang ruthlessly, Gongjian took action. His strong body rushed over like a bull, but was kicked by Xuanjiashi.
Fly out.
The young Gongjian stood up roared.
This time, the Xuanjiashi pulled out the cold knife on his waist.
Gu Yusheng's eyes shrank, and he slowly raised his two fingers.
Fang Qiuliang, who was secretly peeking at Gu Yusheng, was about to speak, but hundreds of sword energy had burst out from Gu Yusheng's fingertips, and sword energy flew to the various courtyards and cold streets in Qingyun Town.
The sword energy directly penetrated the eyebrows of all the Xuan Armored soldiers, destroying their souls.
Bang.
Bang, bang.
The Xuan Armored Soldier who drew his sword fell in front of Gong Jian. He clenched his fists, his face turned pale and he was stunned. When more people fell in the snow, his breath was gone, and the entire Qingyun Town became silent.
The people of Qingyun Town looked around and looked at Gu Yusheng under the old locust tree.
"I didn't kill people, I didn't kill them."
"Run."
Some people in the frightened crowd reacted, first to clear the relationship immediately, and then fled in a panic, revealing their own selfishness.
“Is it worth it?”
Fang Qiuliang looked sideways and looked at Gu Yusheng.
"I don't know." Gu Yusheng shook his head slightly, "I just want to be myself. Others are others. Everything is as good as I want. If I should, then I will not be as weak as my practice over the years.
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Fang Qiuliang hung the wine around his waist.
"These Xuan Armored Soldiers are extraordinary. You are in great trouble this time. I can help you erase the memories of those who know all the truth. Follow me to go back to Sanqing Mountain to practice Taoism. With your current strength, you can only use purple robe and plus
He has become a Taoist son of the Daozong."
Without waiting for Gu Yusheng to refuse.
Gongliang's son Gong Jian had already walked towards Gu Yusheng, and there was still blood hanging on the corner of his mouth. He saluted Gu Yusheng and said, "Thank you, Gu Yu... Immortal Chief, you saved me just now and saved my father.
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Looking at Gongjian, who is strong but honest, Gu Yusheng's expression was a little complicated: "Brother Gong, when I was very young, I played with you in Qingyun Town. You took me to the river to touch the fish, but you forgot it?
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Gong Jian scratched his head, grinned, and blood was everywhere in his teeth: "I haven't forgotten, but my father said that people who could play with each other in the past may not be able to play with each other when they grow up. Now I'm just a charcoal burner.
... Gu Yusheng, you are already the immortal I looked up at."
Gu Yusheng was silent for a moment and stuffed an inconspicuous bag into Gongjian's arms.
"I heard from Uncle Gong that you want to marry your wife and start a family. This is what I gave you."
"No, no."
Gongjian quickly refused.
"Brother Gong, take it. The charcoal piled in the woodshed in my house has been burned for many years. Uncle Gong has not forgotten me. I remember my kindness in my heart, just treat it as my little wish. In the future, I will marry my wife.
Live and avoid it in other places.”
Hearing Gu Yusheng's words, Gong Jian carefully got up the bag that Gu Yusheng gave him.
"I'll listen to you."
Gong Jian put a large bag of things on a wheelbarrow, turned around and walked into a dilapidated yard, shyly pushing a strong woman, secretly stuffing the bag given by Gu Yusheng into the woman's arms, and looking at Gu Yusheng
Wave his hand and pushes the wheelbarrow away from Qingyun Town.
Gongliang looked at the streets of Qingyun Town with a hunched over. He was a little reluctant to leave, but in order to survive, he had to leave temporarily. He walked to Gu Yusheng and stuffed the tortoise piece during the day into Gu Yusheng's palm.
"Uncle is going to the countryside to join relatives, so it is unlikely that he will have the opportunity to go into the mountains to chop wood. This thing protects me for many years. I will give it to my son today. I wish him a safe and smooth life."
Gongliang did not give Gu Yusheng the chance to refuse, so he turned around and hunched over, following the wheelbarrow that his son was pushing.
Gu Yusheng stood under the old locust tree, watching Gongliang and his family wade through the cold river, disappear at the northern intersection of Qingyun Town, and heading north is Liangzhou, which is vast and sparsely populated, making it a more barren and difficult to survive.
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Fang Qiuliang waved his hand casually, and the Xuanjia Soldier who had just been killed by Gu Yusheng was thrown into the Eighteen Mountains.
After a while, only piles of white bones were left in these mysterious armored soldiers.
"I'm sleepy, I'm going back to sleep."
Fang Qiuliang yawned and was about to go to bed. After walking a few steps, his expression suddenly changed. His left hand poked out from his sleeve, and his five fingers slammed. There was a mysterious dragon of talisman culture outside the shabby Confucian robe. He murmured.
"not good!"
Tai Chi pattern appeared under Fang Qiuliang's feet, and he jumped up, ran towards the east, and threw a strange token at Gu Yusheng with his backhand; "Boy, I'll go out to do an urgent matter and guard the town for me for a few days."
As the words came, Fang Qiuliang's breath had become dark and difficult to capture.
Gu Yusheng was surprised and used his spiritual sense to explore. Except for the thick fog deep in the Eighteen Mountains, there was nothing unusual.
"Is something happening?"
Gu Yusheng walked towards the deep alley. He had never seen Fang Qiuliang so lose his composure, but Fang Qiuliang only let him guard the town, and Gu Yusheng had no other thoughts.
This night.
Gu Yusheng slept alone in the old house, which was particularly stable.
I didn't wake up until the evening of the next day.
It was clear after the snow, the sky was blue, and a few clouds were floating leisurely in the sky.
Gu Yusheng sat alone in the yard, silently dazed, and felt very good when he went home, but his heart was so lonely. When he was a child, he had many playmates in this small town, but when he grew up, he was all
Going around, or having a different direction in life.
Just like the clouds in the sky, although under the same sky, they will eventually be blown around by different winds.
Looking up at the sky, Qingping Mountain is majestic and majestic, and the clouds surrounding the mountainside seem to be able to penetrate through the eyes and spiritual senses beyond the mortals, and see higher and farther.
But further up, it was blocked by a mysterious mist.
The blood in Gu Yusheng's body couldn't help but get restless. He was in the mortal world, yearning for a high place, but his original ambition was just his first ambition, and now he is ready to climb.
Even the sword in the sword box behind it was creaking.