Wuxia: Accept the apprentice to invite the moon mercy star, ten thousand times return!

Chapter 109: I, Hong Qigong, can be considered dead! Never bow your head!!。

However, with his mid-Grandmaster’s strength, wanting to hurt Gu Chuan was like a fool’s dream.

Gu Chuan coughed lightly, and the operation speed of the third weight of the divine elephant running in his body was accelerated by a few points. Song Lu felt a strong attack from the place where his dagger touched, and directly ejected him.

He fell heavily to the ground and spat out a mouthful of sticky blood.

Only now did Song Lu and Song Zhi understand why Song Que didn’t let them take revenge. It was finally clear how big the gap between them and Gu Chuan was.

Even if Gu Chuan didn’t hold any weapons in his hands and stood still to kill them, they might not be able to hurt Gu Chuan. Song Zhi’s eyes rolled and he reached out to pull Song Lu over.

He pulled Song Lu to kneel on the ground together, and kowtowed to Gu Chuan in tears and begged for mercy.

“Gongzi, Gongzi, we are wrong!”

“My brothers and I beg your understanding.”

Song Zhi and Song Lu kept kowtowing, and blood soon appeared on their foreheads.

It looks a little miserable.

Gu Chuan looked at the two and shook his head with a sneer.

“It’s a pity, the last backbone is gone, and your eldest brother may not be able to rest in peace under the Nine Springs.”

He stood up, and with a gentle force on his wrist, the Heavenly Sword was unsheathed.

As soon as the blade turned, a cold 193 light flashed, and the heads of Song Zhi and Song Lu fell to the ground. The eyes of the two were open, and their eyes were full of regret and fear.

Gu Chuan flicked the sword in his hand and put it into its sheath.

……

In the Dragon Gate Inn.

The beautiful Western Regions dancer twisted her waist enchantingly at the hanging pavilion on the second floor. The sound of drums jingling is very pleasant to the ear.

However, none of the guests in the inn paid attention to the dancing girl and the music.

“Have you heard that Brother Song Zhi and Brother Song Lu also died at the hands of the white-clothed boy?”

“Are they stupid? Even their brother, Song Que of the Freedom Realm, died in the hands of the white-clothed boy, wouldn’t it be appropriate for the two of them to go up and give away people’s heads? ”

“It’s not that the two of them want to go up, the key is that Heshi Bi was given to the white-clothed boy by Fan Qinghui!”

“Win the world with the clan bi, what does Fan Qinghui’s move mean?”

The guests were talking about it.

Instead, Bai Xiaosheng sat alone in the corner and drank tea with refreshments. At this time, a man dressed as a swordsman found Bai Xiaosheng.

“Bai Xiaosheng, you say, what kind of person is needed to take the Heshi Bi from the hands of the white-clothed boy?”

As he spoke, this person’s eyebrows fluttered, and there was a look of eagerness on his face.

Bai Xiaosheng looked him up and down and sneered.

“What kind of person can, then I don’t know!”

“But I know, people like you, absolutely not!!”

Lingnan Song family.

White lanterns hung high, and white lanterns hung all over the Song family.

Song Yuhua’s expression was stiff, and he knelt in the spirit hall expressionlessly. At this time, a butler dressed in a white linen coat ran in.

“Miss, it’s bad, Miss!”

“The second and third masters failed to sneak up on the white-clothed boy and were killed by the white-clothed boy!!”

Hearing this bad news, Song Yuhua couldn’t support it, fell straight to the ground, and a second before fainting, she opened her mouth with great difficulty.

“No revenge, no search!”

“No one from the Song family can look for the white-clothed boy again!”

“Disobeyors, get out of the house!!”

The Heshi Bi is indeed very important to the Song family, but if the Song family is all dead, even if there is Heshibi, what is the use?

……

How much the outside world thinks about Heshi Bi and how many people want to take it for themselves are not within Gu Chuan’s consideration. In the small courtyard.

A fresh breeze hit, and the branches of the willow trees in the yard swayed. Willow shade brings a bit of comforting coolness.

Gu Chuan was dressed in a white coat with a silver-gray gauze shirt.

A belt embroidered with fish patterns is tied around his waist, and on the belt is the delicate and miraculous ink jade plum blossom pendant. He took out the Lu Zugu sword with his backhand and looked at it carefully.

The sword has a simple and generous appearance, with no decoration other than the moire pattern on the handle.

On the handle, there was also a blood-red sword strand, which added a bit of aura to this ancient sword.

“Ugh!”

A cold light flashed out, and the ancient sword came out of its sheath.

This sword has the weight of time and history. But its blade expresses the unchanging sharpness and brilliance of kendo for thousands of years.

Gu Chuan’s starry eyes lit up, and a flash of surprise flashed in his eyes.

“Good sword!”

He held the Lu Zugu sword and held a light and agile sword flower. At this time, the courtyard door of the small courtyard was suddenly knocked open.

A little beggar in ragged clothes and unkempt hair rushed straight in.

The beggar threw himself directly in front of Gu Chuan with a desperate posture. His dirty face was full of anxiety.

“Gongzi, save people.”

“Please save my house.”

“The head said, as long as you lend a hand, he is willing to offer the Eighteen Palms Secret of the Dragon Descent after escaping!”

The secret of the eighteen palms of the dragon?

Gu Chuan sheathed the Lu Zugu sword and nodded with interest.

“Where are you in charge?”

He landed his hand on the hilt of his sword and made a look ready to save someone. The beggar was finally relieved to see that he was willing to make a move.

“Green Willow Villa, three kilometers south of the city.”

The beggar sat on the ground with his butt, and kept puffing out.

He is just an acquired realm, and running from Green Willow Villa here really costs half his life. Gu Chuan nodded gently, tapped his toes, and disappeared after a few ups and downs.

There was no longer a figure, and the words were left.

“Remember to tell my disciples.”

……

Green Willow Villa.

There is a bluestone road in front of Zhuangzi, surrounded by a small river surrounded by a river, full of green willows, and the scenery is like the south of the river. A plaque hangs high in the hall, with four large characters written “Green Willow Villa”.

In the hall, Hong Qigong sat cross-kneeled on the ground, his face black and blue.

The second floor of Xuanxi stood under the eaves, lowered his head and talked in a low voice, raising his head from time to time and pointing at Hong Qigong.

Zhao Min was dressed as a man, wearing a light yellow embroidered silver dark pattern round neck silk shirt, a dark green belt around his waist, and a halme rose jade pendant fell on the belt.

Her skin is as white as jade, her eyebrows are black and white, bright and bright, and she is extremely vivid. Zhao Min held a sword and paced around the hall a few times.

Then he turned around and looked at Hong Qigong coldly.

“You can think clearly, return to the imperial court, and enjoy endless glory and wealth for the rest of your life.”

“If you are obsessed, I am afraid that you will lose your life.”

She played with the sword in her hand, and although the threat was not spoken, it was already overflowing. Hong Qigong sneered.

“Return to the imperial court? Bah me! ”

“If it weren’t for the unkindness of the imperial court, where would I have so many disciples?”

“I, Hong Qigong, can be considered dead! It is also impossible to bow to the imperial court!! ”