Chapter 679 Tens of thousands of secluded troops came from the mountain, and Ling Pavilion came to the door
"Boy, when traveling in the world, you need to know how to observe words and emotions!"
A disciple from the Sijian Sect suddenly stood up and appeared in front of Gu Yusheng.
At the same time, a strong man from the Yin family, Hengdao, also appeared.
Both parties thought that Gu Yusheng was invited by each other to disrupt the situation.
Even if not, any passer-by who breaks in at this time will only die.
Killing someone happens in the blink of an eye.
"live!"
"wait……"
Zhuang Qi and the new head of the Yin family spoke at the same time.
But it's still too late.
The moment the strong man and the disciples of the Sijian Sect raised their arms high, they were blown away by a mysterious force. They fell into the rushing Huan River and never got up again.
"I'm looking for someone."
Gu Yusheng spoke and his eyes fell on Zhuang Qi.
An old man next to the head of the Yin family had a cold face, and he misunderstood and secretly performed ghost magic.
A shadow of a skeleton struck at Gu Yusheng.
Gu Yusheng's eyes turned slightly.
Only a scream could be heard.
That soul shadow instantly disappeared into ashes.
"Kidōjutsu...?"
Gu Yusheng murmured, as if remembering something, slowly raised his right hand, and a burst of sword energy burst out, and all the Yin family members in the wine shop disappeared without a trace in the light and shadow.
Even the head of the Seven Realm Golden Pill family failed to put up any resistance and simply disappeared.
"The Yin family, the incense is gone."
Gu Yusheng's voice was not loud.
But it suppressed everyone else alive.
Click.
Lightning pierced the sky. The Four Swordsmen practitioners in the rain had their teeth and legs trembling, and their faces were pale.
"You...who are you?"
An elder from the Sijian Sect stared at Gu Yusheng with a trembling voice. He had clearly seen Gu Yusheng during the Qingyun Sect competition, but unfortunately Gu Yusheng was still very weak at that time, so he didn't take it to heart.
And when Gu Yusheng climbed to Qingping Mountain, the name Gu Yusheng became an indescribable figure in the hearts of the practitioners of various sects in Qingping Prefecture.
"You are Gu Yusheng, right?"
Zhuang Qi's voice was full of bitterness. He didn't want to believe that the person in front of him was Gu Yusheng, but he was more certain than anyone else that the person in front of him was the person who climbed Qingping Mountain.
In just a few years.
People are different and things are different.
Those who were once or on the same starting line are now out of reach.
When practicing this path, it is common to fall behind.
However, when you really see someone who was once about the same strength as you have passed the Ten Thousand Mountains, the loss in your heart is really hard to breathe.
Gu Yusheng did not answer.
But Zhuang Qi had already knelt down and worshiped.
"Zhuang Qi pays his respects to Mr. Fifteen and the Lord of Qingping Mountain."
Swish swish swish.
Other practitioners also knelt down one after another.
Their expressions were extremely complex, and the rain was so heavy that it could cover their faces.
Gu Yusheng ignored the people kneeling down.
He casually took a picture, and a sign on Zhuang Qi's waist fell on his hand.
"Lingge."
Gu Yusheng spoke calmly.
Zhuang Qi's expression changed drastically, as if he had lost his soul, and he suddenly knocked his head in the mud.
"Please don't take away my token... If I lose the token, I will die."
Gu Yusheng looked at the token in his palm, then looked at Zhuang Qi, and threw it back to Zhuang Qi.
"Thank you, thank you."
Zhuang Qi kowtowed repeatedly, and Gu Yusheng walked into the wine shop. A young girl greeted Gu Yusheng with a blessing. With Gu Yusheng's current cultivation level, he could tell at a glance that the girl in front of him was a weasel, but he didn't care.
Find a table by the window and sit down to listen to the rain.
"Sir, our boss has a letter for you."
The pretty girl handed a roll of sheepskin to Gu Yusheng.
"Thank you. I'll have a bowl of pear wine."
Gu Yusheng moved the bowl in front of him.
The clear wine was poured from the jug. Amidst the lightning and thunder, the practitioners of Sijianmen fled in the rain. Gu Yusheng opened the parchment. The content of the letter was left by Feng Siniang:
Gu Xiaozi:
Letters are like seeing each other. I was overjoyed to meet your father, Xian Huzhou, in the past. We have been misunderstood for half my life, and I have been brewing wine in Huanhua. It is difficult to erase the traces of time. Although Gu Bai is far away, my heart is bound, and I am depressed all day long, and love is hard to come by.
break.
At that time, your father had been involved in human affairs, wishing to be a man of peace and traveling to all the states in the world. However, it was difficult to withstand the shackles of fate. Before he arrived in several states, I watched you climb Qingping, and you had achieved the ambition of the world. I also wish to travel to countless states.
The land of the state, in order to fulfill the last wish of the father.
I left a jar of red wine for you, which is my sister’s blessing to you.
In addition, the old man who sells tea is going to do something important. Before leaving, he asked me to give the tea shop to you. You must accept it. You will regard it as inheriting his mantle.
I go with the wind.
It may be difficult to see him in this life.
I wish you and Miss Mo will always be together.
Your sister: Feng Siniang.
Under candlelight.
Gu Yusheng stared at the parchment without moving for a long time.
"Sir, this is your wine."
"And the key to the teahouse."
The girl brought over a jar of old wine. The jar was covered in dust, but the newly posted three words "daughter red" had not faded.
That key was stained with rust.
Gu Yusheng took it in his hand, which seemed a little heavy.
"Thanks."
Gu Yusheng drank the wine in the bowl in one gulp.
Then he sealed the jar of wine in a spiritual gourd.
It's raining heavily outside the window.
The beam of lightning, like a roaring tiger in the forest, struck in front of the blacksmith shop not far away.
Gu Yusheng frowned.
He said to the demon girls standing behind him: "Go back, I will guard the shop for you tonight."
"Thank you, sir."
Several girls in yellow looked at Gu Yusheng and walked down the pavilion. They looked at the lightning outside the window with some fear and hurried to the underground wine cellar.
Boom!
Another bolt of lightning pierced the sky.
This lightning seemed to be mixed with inexplicable power. The girls in yellow had a yellowish demonic light on their bodies and turned into several trembling weasels.
Woo woo woo.
The rain and wind howled at night.
At the end of the rushing raccoon flowers, powerful spiritual shadows gradually approached. They came on horseback, wearing uniform black and gray robes embroidered on their shoulders. The mausoleum decoration on the cuffs became increasingly clear under the swinging lantern.
Ta-ta-ta-ta!
Hundreds of people filed in and instantly surrounded the wine shop, with three floors inside and three floors outside.
The man with the dark silver sleeve pattern rode into the courtyard. With a strange bone club weapon in his hand, he hit the lantern swinging in the heavy rain high into the sky. The wine shop suddenly became extremely bright.
After the lantern flew to a high place, it seemed like some kind of special signal. At the crossroads deep in Qingping Mountain, first a strange cold wind blew, and then there were thousands of clanking horses' hooves.
Coming closer.
Boom, boom, boom!
It only takes a few dozen breaths.
Deep in Qingping Mountain, there was an army of nearly ten thousand ghosts riding skeleton horses, approaching the wine shop little by little.
There were ten practitioners wearing skeleton armor holding tokens. This army of ten thousand ghosts became extremely respectful and all attended the ceremony!
Hoo, ho, ho!
Like the armored soldiers on the yellow sand battlefield, the ghosts send out messages that shock the soul.
Several weasels hiding in the wine cellar were so frightened that they hid in an empty wine barrel and trembled.
"Is Mr. Fifteenth of the Holy Court here?"
A female voice sounded, and a woman in red riding a spirit horse appeared in the courtyard of the wine shop.
She raised her head and looked towards the second floor gallery of the wine shop.
On the pavilion, Gu Yusheng, dressed in green clothes, holds a gourd and looks calm in front of thousands of troops.
"Mr. Fifteen, we meet again. I wonder if you still remember the lady in red."