Chapter 48 Holy Demonic Pill
The old man stood up and had known Gu Yuanqing for more than a year. Although he had never talked to Gu Yuanqing, he knew his character to some extent and knew that his words were not polite words.
"What's your name?"
"The villain's name is Gu Wenqi, this is..." The old man paused slightly, then gritted his teeth and ventriloquised: "This is Beiquan. A disciple of the Sword Sect, when something happened in Beiquan Mountain 40 years ago, he happened to go back to his hometown to visit relatives and escaped a disaster. "
"A disciple of the Sword Sect? Aren't you afraid that I will tell the court about this?" Gu Yuanqing chuckled.
Gu Wenqi bowed and smiled bitterly, and a voice came from his belly: "If you really mean this, I'm afraid that I'm no longer in Beiquan Mountain. With my cultivation, I went to the mountains every night to look for the secret vault of Beiquan Mountain." I can't hide it from you at all. As for the court, I'm afraid it doesn't take the villain to heart for a long time. Maybe he already knew my origin, and just wanted to find Beiquan's secret warehouse with the help of villains."
Gu Wenqi knew it well, even if he practiced the art of breathing, when he went to dig a hole. , in order to avoid being noticed by others, all the power of the body was used, and no blessings such as real martial arts and wonders were used.
But the Forbidden Army is stationed at the foot of the mountain, and the commander of the Forbidden Army is also a master. It would be normal if they would not notice it in a short time. But now more than a year has passed, and it seems a little unreasonable that there are so many caves on the cliff that have not yet been discovered.
“I do know this. When I went up the mountain, I noticed that you would go to the cliff every night. However, I am not interested in what you do, and I don’t want to care about it. Let’s live in peace with each other. , I will serve you as a slave for one year, and work diligently. If you want to leave, I will not stop you. If you want to stay, You can do whatever you want here. But if you want to ask for the master's method, I just ask you, why should I give it to you?"
Gu Wenqi knelt down again: "If a villain can become a master, as long as The great revenge has been avenged, and this life will be handed over to the young master, no matter how he is driven, there will be no other words."
Gu Yuanqing's tone was calm: "There are many masters in the world. How many people can become masters? Let alone passing on your master's methods, can you become a master? Even if you become a master, what use will it be to me?" "
Gu Wenqi was silent for a long time and kowtowed again: " It’s the villain who has taken the liberty of disturbing you today.”
“It’s okay.”
“The villain stands up, clasped his fists and bowed, and took three steps back. He turned around and left, taking a deep breath outside the hospital to hide his disappointment and loneliness.
This was actually what he expected. As Gu Yuanqing said, if you are not a relative, why should you give him the master's method? It's a good thing that the other party doesn't pursue what he did secretly on the mountain.
He came here this time because he was actually uneasy and didn't know what Gu Yuanqing was thinking. At the same time, he also wanted to test whether Gu Yuanqing had such a level of cultivation after obtaining the secret sword of Beiquan Mountain. If so, could he be considered a member of the Beiquan Sword Sect? Sword Sect disciples help him out of kindness.
But it was obvious that Gu Yuanqing didn't care about him at all, and his words were all about rejecting him thousands of miles away.
Gu Yuanqing looked away, and saw that Gu Wenqi, the seventh level of Zhenwu, had fallen to the current level. Maybe he had his own pity, but pitiful people were everywhere, so how could he simply teach him the skills just because of this.
As for whether he leaves or stays after that, it has nothing to do with him. In the final analysis, the two of them just met by chance.
He glanced at the courtyard door, which closed on its own. Then, he picked up the book and read it slowly.
Kyoto, in the Gu family compound.
The servants who were cleaning the courtyard were busy talking in low voices.
"Do you think Gu Yuanqing from Beiquan Mountain is a member of our Gu family? I heard that there was a young master named Gu Yuanqing who was born as a concubine."
"Probably not, right? That guy from Beiquan Mountain But he killed the grandmaster with just one sword. I’ve seen the young master you mentioned, but I heard he didn’t have much cultivation. His qualifications were only that of a Yuanshi when he was entrusted to the palace a year ago. "It would be great if my Gu family could have a grandmaster. Since something happened last year, the prince was deprived of his title, and the Gu family's status in Kyoto has plummeted. The servants like me are looked down upon when we leave the house.”
"Hush, be silent, the manager is here."
Peng Bingshan, the manager of the Gu family, entered the courtyard and glanced coldly at the servants who had just spoken.
The people below lowered their heads and remained silent.
After a while, Peng Bingshan left with a cold snort, passed through several corridor arches, and came to the backyard.
Prince Gu, who has white hair and white beard, is holding a showerhead and watering several of his favorite orchids himself.
After a while, he put down the shower, handed the things to the servants, wiped his hands, waved away the other servants, and said, "How is Hongyu doing now?"
Peng Bingshan, the manager, bowed and said: "The eldest son is feeling better, but I don't know which of the servants is too talkative. The news about Master Yuanqing reached his ears. He has been drinking all day long. "
"It's worthless."
Butler Peng Bingshan was silent for a moment, and then asked: "Your Majesty. Master Yuanqing, don’t we need to do something now? There is a master above the master behind me. If you are willing to say a few words for my palace, the life of the palace will be much better. In the past year, more than half of the business in hand has been lost, and the expenses in the palace have been reduced again and again. Minus, several young masters and young ladies had some complaints and found the old slave many times. "
Prince Gu snorted coldly and said: "Since you were a child, you have been well-dressed and well-fed, but you can't stand it if you have a little less money? When I was a child, I couldn't even eat and didn't complain. Don't worry about them in the future. If they want money, let them come to me.”
"Old slave, I understand."
Prince Gu said calmly: "As for Yuan Qing, this matter is not up to us, but to His Majesty. By the way, Yuan Ying's monthly payment will be based on Let’s send it to the direct descendants of the mansion.”
Hexi Road, in a valley more than a hundred miles away from Shuntian Mansion.
This is the headquarters of the Demon Suppressing Division, and corpses are everywhere.
The strong man wiped off the blood on the knife and said, "There are only so many people here?"
"Your Majesty, the people in the Demon Suppressing Division are all elites of real martial arts. There are more than a thousand people, and they have the Grandmaster's secret weapon in their hands. They have formed a military formation. Even if the Grandmaster comes, they can still compete with one or two. This is because they need to guard the seal of the Demon Cave. "Because of that." The leader of the Red Dragon Sect still had a look of horror in his eyes.
Just now, it was just a single blow, which destroyed the army formation of the Grand Master’s Secret Weapon Suppressing Demons.
Subsequently, the Red Dragon cultists who came with them stood aside, looking at the strong man in front of them, and killed more than a thousand people with one sword each.
Everyone in the world says that everyone in the Red Dragon Sect has lost their humanity, but compared to this person in front of them, what does it mean? He looked normal on weekdays, but once he committed murder, he acted like a madman. Almost half of the more than a thousand people were cut in half.
"Let's put some money aside and set up the altar before the blood of these people is drained. A thousand low-level true martial monks can barely condense a defective holy magic pill."
(End of this chapter)