"Bagu!" There was no scolding: "I don't have any conscience at all!"

Long Kui felt that his stomach was contracting, he wanted to vomit, and there was the general smell of ashes, but what he smelled was the bloody smell of slaughter. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Walking to the house of Jin Fu in Ji Yizhong, he wanted to find evidence of whether they had been killed, but after turning it for a long time, he could not find anything decent except for the gray charcoal.

"Master......" Long Kui said blankly: "What kind of Luzhou ghost do you say that Bagu is?"

"That's right, they've taken root in the Aquila Cult. He said: "Don't call me master anymore, we are already friends, call me out of wine or drunkard, wine vat!" ”

Long Kui didn't answer, and stood there in silence.

After spending a few days with him, I already know that his personality will not quarrel with others, but will only listen to people quietly.

"Don't mind, brother, I just talk more. He apologized a little and said, "You have to ask me, how can I find them?"

Long Kui nodded.

"It's a bit of a problem, the Heavenly Eagle Sect has just been established, it hasn't taken root yet, and it is currently in the area of Wangwu Mountain, maybe it will escape, I promise you, if that guy captures their ancestors and grandchildren, I will definitely be responsible for getting people back. "No, I'm sure of it.

"Thank you. Long Kui said gratefully.

"You're welcome. "Good friend, don't say so much." By the way, where am I going to find you after I go to find someone?"

"I went to Luzhou to find the headquarters of the killer organization. ”

"Killer organization ......" stopped reading two sentences, and suddenly looked at Long Kui in shock: "Are you talking about the killer organization in Luzhou?"

"Hmm. ”

Long Kui smiled indifferently, he just wanted revenge.

Without the monk, he didn't want to waste any more time, so he immediately took his leave: "I'm leaving! I will definitely go to you in a month at the latest, goodbye!"

He left, and before leaving, he threw out a sentence with laughter: "Helping a friend with an errand is enough energy!"

Long Kui saw him off and also set off towards the Central Plains.

Luzhou, Fengxiang City, Gongsun Mansion, rich and rival the country, if there are two rich men in the world, one is Gongsun, and the other is Gusu Murong.

The heavenly immortal mansion, the earthly Gongsun Mansion, the pure white eight-foot-high marble wall, carved with strange flowers and beasts, the red glazed tiles are like transparent red jade, supported in the treasure hall of the Moon Palace, making people dare not believe that there is this building in the world.

However, the most praiseworthy thing is not the wealth of the Gongsun family, not the luxury of the mansion, but the strength of the Gongsun Mansion.

"The autumn moon is cold, and there is no return. ”

Gongsun Qiuyue's sword was cold, there is a way, and you can't go back.

If you are an enemy of Gongsun Qiuyue, it is just a dead end.

Gongsun Qiuyue has been in Luzhou for decades and has not yet suffered defeat.

In the past fifteen years, once every three years, there has been a routine competition with the Murong Mansion of the world, and Gongsun Qiuyue has successively defeated Murong Tian.

Now the day of the martial arts competition is coming again.

Gongsun Qiuyue kept practicing.

In the garden with flowers in full bloom in the backyard, on a flat ground paved with black stone floor tiles, a blue light sword was shining, and the sharp sword blade swept the plum branches seven feet away, and the whole body was covered by the sword shadow, and it was impossible to distinguish the limbs and facial features.

Suddenly, there was a dragon groan, and the sword was like a mosquito swallowing the sky, and it shot sharply to the left to explore the hibiscus flower, only a flash, the thin and tall figure had stopped in front of the flower, and the tip of a sword stabbed straight at the stamen.

Gongsun Qiuyue was short of breath, her forehead was full of beads of sweat, her face was wrinkled in her sixties, and her hair was much grayer.

The eyes that should have been brilliant have now become indifferent.

What disappointed him the most was that his hand was shaking, and although it still looked straight, and the tip of his sword was still piercing the stamen, he knew that it was right to stab the third stamen, but he cut off the second stamen, and injured the first.

The hand holding the sword was unsteady, something that would not have happened to a master, but it happened.

The hands are shaking, and the heart is shaking.

Are you old? Do people really get old?

Half a year ago, he felt a little powerless, and now that the date of the competition is approaching, he feels even more nervous.

He could have given his son this burden, but his son was born to Erniang and was only seventeen years old, how could he bear this burden?

Give it to his younger brother, or his nephew, especially Feiwu, who is young and good at martial arts, but will his brother agree?

How could Murong Han's kung fu be easy to provoke?

Seeing that he was about to lose this year's competition, he still couldn't stabilize his hands.

Can Weibei Qiuyue really be undefeated?

This kind of emotional pressure is as heavy as it can be said.

Put away the long sword and wipe away the sweat, and the peaceful face now has a little sadness.

Looking at the green pine that he planted when he was a child, it was almost thicker than his waist.

Gongsun Qiuyue no longer practiced martial arts, cleaned up, and walked back to the house a little staggering.

Ten days later, Long Kui came to Gongsun Mansion. Gongsun Qiuyue saw that he had a high level of mutation and asked him to be the deputy housekeeper, but he only became a gardener, trapped in flowers and trees all day long.

He didn't attract attention when he came, he was just an extra gardener.

Gongsun Mansion is still as calm as before.

On this day, he still went to the garden to water, and met Xiangyu, the daughter of Gongsun Qiuyue, and his son Xiaoxi.

They want to practice martial arts.

Gongsun Xiangyu was dressed in a green shirt, with a delicate figure and a uniform and feminine figure, and ran quickly to this place with a long sword, and said with a smile: "Brother, my father is not here today, and we are here to have a good time!"

With the hair swept up in the wind and a pure face, Long Kui couldn't help but look at her a few more times, especially the pair of sweet eyes, which were so charming.

Facing the bearded Long Kui, Xiangyu didn't care.

"Brother, come on!"

There was a young man in a ten-year-old outfit running out of the courtyard road, and in addition to being shrewd, he also looked a little childish between his eyebrows.

The two of them did not have any special reaction to Long Kui, and they had already practiced their own swordsmanship.

He stopped looking, still went to water.

A white-robed young man appeared on the left side of the courtyard, and behind him was a sword boy standing with a sword.

"Yo! Second cousin, I'm dressed up quite stylishly today, and I've found someone with a sword!" Gongsun Xiangyu looked at the pair of inverted eyebrows on her second cousin's Feiwu eyebrows, and she looked so arrogant, and she felt uncomfortable.

He smiled a little disdainfully, "The Gongsun family has a disciple like you, it's really not glorious, this style of flying flowers is month by month, I practiced better than you when I was fifteen years old, it seems that you have wasted your efforts." ”

"What? want to compete, don't you?" said Xiang Yu Hengjian unceremoniously.

"It's okay! I'm worried that I can't find someone to practice swords!"

Before he finished speaking, he drew his sword, took off, and covered Xiangyu. Say it, hit it.

The two sides began to make contact, and Gongsun Feiwu was the leader of the younger generation, and he forced the other party to scramble in just a few rounds.

Xiangyu also seemed to be on fire, so he insisted on attacking and simply didn't defend it.

Gongsun Feiwu sneered: "Play for me, really, okay! I'll give you a little color to see!"

Before the words fell, the sword went sideways, deliberately cutting off Xiangyu's clothes, only flashing, Xiangyu had wailed, the long sword fell to the ground, and his hands touched his chest.

"Young Master, you can't ......."

Long Kui thought that Gongsun Feiwu was going to make a move, but in a hurry, he had already screamed and wanted to hold him.

After cutting off Xiangyu's left shirt, he raised his sword and pointed in the air, stopped there, suddenly heard Long Kui's shout, turned to Long Kui, the tip of the sword against his chest, and jokingly said: "When will the descendants of the Gongsun family teach the master a lesson." ”

Long Kui knew that he was too reckless and offended others, so he stopped talking and stood with his head bowed.

The tip of Gongsun Feimist's sword slashed, and the clothes on Long Kui's chest had been slashed into pieces, revealing his strong muscles.

"Remember for me, you are not qualified to take care of my affairs, young master!"

Xiaoxi couldn't get used to it, and exclaimed, "Second cousin, you are too much!

Gongsun Feiwu looked at him and sneered: "If you want to teach people, you have to practice martial arts well!

Haha......"

In a wild laugh, he was gone.