Gu Zhengyuan, the Sword Sect's Ancient Sword Master, died, and the news spread all over the country like wings. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info Even Lang Li, who is far away in Baijian Villa, has already known the news.

The one who brought the news was a monk, the unintentional elder of the Famen Temple of Qilin Mountain.

It was late one night, the bamboo forest of Baijian Villa was windy, the thatched house was crumbling in the cold wind, Lang Li, Ruyan, and Linglong were chatting in the house, and Gongsun Yunliang hid in his room and didn't know what he was doing.

There was a thud and the thatched hut shook, not from the cold wind, as if something had fallen on the roof.

"There's someone in the room!" Linglong said with a serious face.

"Who is so bold as to dare to trespass on the Hundred Swords Villa?" Like smoke muffled the voice.

"There are hundreds of people in all shapes, and there are always a few ghosts who are not afraid of death." Linglong said seriously.

Lang Li didn't have so much gossip, picked up the wooden sword and pushed open the door and jumped into the courtyard with a whoosh, looked up, there was really a person in the room, and in the night, he couldn't see his appearance clearly.

Gongsun Yunliang walked out slowly, he had already noticed this person as soon as he entered the Hundred Swords Villa, but he didn't disturb the visitor, and he wanted to see what the purpose of the person was coming.

Gongsun Yunliang stood there, his eyes were as calm as a lake, and the people on the roof didn't speak, the two of them just gave each other faces.

"Who dares to trespass into the Hundred Swords Villa late at night?" Lang Li said that he was about to fly to the room.

"Lang Oak! Don't move, stay there. Gongsun Yunliang said in a deep voice.

Lang Oak didn't move, but the people on the roof could move. I saw that the man was bare-handed, like a ball rolling down, and he snorted straight at Lang Oak.

Boom......

The fists and palms touched, and the air seemed to be shattered, and Lang Li caught the punch of the person who came hard, but the person did not move, and Lang Li was shocked and took several steps back.

Only then did I see that the person who came was a monk, about 50 years old, wearing a gray cloth monk's robe, stepping on hemp straw sandals, standing calmly and leisurely, as steady as Mount Tai.

Lang Li stabilized his body, moved his numb arm, shook his body and stood up with his palms and slapped towards the monk's face.

The monk was not in a hurry, shook his head to dodge, Lang Li walked away with a palm, the monk leaned over, stretched out two fingers to buckle Lang Li's wrist, Lang Li did not dare to underestimate, withdrew his hands and raised his feet, and swept the monk's waist with a whip leg.

The monk retreated and dodged, stretched out his hands and buckled Lang Li's ankles, Lang Li didn't have time to close his legs, and his ankles were grabbed by the monk.

The monk spun in place, grabbed his ankles with both hands, and picked up Lang Li. Lang Li only felt that the world was spinning, and the strength of the monk was surprisingly great. Lang Oak couldn't break free at all.

The monk spun around, and as soon as he let go of his hand, Lang Oak flew out like a chain ball out of his hand.

Ruyan covered her mouth in fright, and Linglong also opened her small mouth, and her eyes were closed.

Gongsun Yunliang still stood in place, and he had no intention of helping at all.

Lang Li turned his body in the air, tried his best to find his balance, and did a side flip, standing firmly on the ground, but his breathing was a little short.

Lang Li was shocked, calmed down, and pounced on the monk again.

"Lang Li, stop!" Gongsun Yunliang finally spoke.

"But ......"

"Don't fight anymore, or I won't be able to guarantee you'll be alive."

Lang Li looked at the monk viciously, secretly competing, but finally gave up.

Gongsun Yunliang slowly walked up to the monk and said with a smile: "Old monk, why did you come to me?" ”

"Huh...... The poor monk came to take a look and see if the Gongsun Sword Master was still alive in the world! The monk stood on his chest with one palm and said with a smile.

"Haha...... I like to live in the world, this word is used very well. ”

"I didn't expect that after many years of not seeing each other, Gongsun Sword Master is still so weird."

"Only friends will see my eccentricity, and enemies will only see my cold-blooded side."

"Haha...... After many years, it is really an honor for a poor monk to be called a friend by the master of Gongsun Sword. ”

The two of them said a word, and Lang Li on the side was a little confused.

"You know?"

Gongsun Yunliang didn't speak, and the monk looked at Lang Li one by one, not knowing what he was thinking.

"Who is this......?"

"Old monk, I know that you don't have many friends, I think I should be counted as one, as for him, he is also the son of another old man of yours, his name is Lang Li, his surname is Lang!"

His surname is Lang, just three words, but it has stirred up a thousand waves in the monk's heart, and just one Lang character already contains too much.

"Could it be that he is ......" The monk was surprised and did not finish his words.

Gongsun Yunliang nodded, everything was silent.

The monk looked at Lang Li again, and his eyes lit up.

"Good! He is the root of the Sword Sect, and if he can be here with you, he will definitely be fine. ”

Gongsun Yunliang smiled bitterly and said nothing.

"Who are you?" Lang Li asked with bad words.

"Huh...... The unintentional monk of the poor Qilin Mountain Famen Temple. ”

"A monk without a heart, that is, without a heart?"

"Haha...... You can also understand this way, Lord Langshi. ”

"Old monk, I know that you never go down to Qilin Mountain easily, I don't know what happened this time to let you come here in person?" Gongsun Yunliang asked.

"There's something I think I should let you know."

Gongsun Yunliang nodded with a smile, and the unintentional monk continued: "A few days ago, the Demon Sect and the Sword Sect each had a sect that was eradicated by an unknown force, namely the Demon Sect's Scimitar Sect Chang Mingkong and the Sword Sect's Wuzhuang Guan's Long Whisker Daoist. ”

Lang Li listened from the sidelines, he didn't know who was Chang Mingkong and who was Chang Xu Dao, but he knew the Demon Sect and the Sword Sect, and when he saw the worried expressions of Gongsun Yunliang and the Wuxin Monk, he knew that this matter would never be so simple, so he pricked up his ears and listened carefully.

"I've heard about this, and that's what you're going to tell me?" Gongsun Yunliang raised his eyebrows and asked.

"Of course not, I'm going to say something you don't know, Gu Zhengyuan is dead!"

Brush...... The air was silent for a moment. I didn't seem to react.

Although he didn't know Chang Mingkong and Chang Whisker Daoren, he knew Gu Zhengyuan, but he didn't expect him to die.

Although Gu Zhengyuan is the sword master of the ancient pattern, but with his strength, he is not at the same level as Gongsun Yunliang and other sword masters, just because he has the ancient pattern sword in his hand, so he is the sword master, and he is also the northern county secretary of Silver Leaf City, in charge of the power of the forty towns in the north of Silver Leaf City, not to mention the importance and important member of the Sword Sect, and he is also a popular person around Ji Hongtu, how to say that he will die.

Gongsun Yunliang really couldn't figure it out, he didn't care about Gu Zhengyuan's life or death at all, what he cared about was the ancient pattern sword in his hand.

"How did he die?" Gongsun Yunliang asked in a deep voice.

"On the pipeline to the North County, in a canyon called Fallen Soul Valley, where he met a group of people of unknown origin."

"Do you know who those people are?"

"I don't know, but after examining the wounds on his body, it can basically be concluded that it was a person who killed Changsu Dao and Chang Mingkong, and the methods were very cruel."

Gongsun Yunliang put his hands behind his back, his mind kept turning, "If they destroyed Wuzhuang Guan and Scimitar Gate in order to provoke a war between the Sword Sect and the Demon Sect, then why did they suddenly kill Gu Zhengyuan, could it be for the Gu Pattern Sword in his hand?" ”

The Wuxin monk nodded, "I think so too, although Gu Zhengyuan is known as the sword master, he is the weakest among you sword masters, and he can't even reach the first-class level, so it's convenient for them to start."

If those people killed Gu Zhengyuan for the ancient pattern sword, then they would definitely not be satisfied with an ancient pattern sword, it is likely to be the sword in the hands of each sword master, the sword in the hands of each sword master, which is also the reason why I came here all night. ”

"You're saying they're going to do it to me, too?"

The Wuxin monk smiled, "I dare to guarantee that they will definitely kill themselves by doing something to you, but this does not mean that they will not in the future, besides, you have another person here who is most likely to know the whereabouts of the Shui Han Sword, do you think the Shui Han Sword plus the Dragon Source Sword will be worth their risk?" ”

Lang Li listened and didn't speak, but when the monk mentioned the Water Han Sword, Lang Li was shocked, and Gongsun Yunliang's body was also shocked.

"Besides, the strength of those people has continuously destroyed Wuzhuang Guan and the Scimitar Gate, and recently killed Gu Zhengyuan, the methods were cruel and fast, and they did not show a trace of horses, do you think their strength will be weak?"

"Monk, according to what you say, they will definitely come to my Hundred Swords Villa?" Gongsun Yunliang asked with a gloomy face.

"Amitabha, although the poor monk is not a person from the second sect of the magic sword, nor is he a person in the world, but the poor monk has a problem, that is, he likes to inquire about all kinds of news and analyze it, the poor monk does not mean that those people will definitely come, but to tell you that the magic sword chaos twenty years ago to the final decisive battle of Tianmang Mountain may be a conspiracy!"

Gongsun Yunliang raised his head suddenly, his eyes looked sharply at the Wuxin monk, that kind of look Lang Li had never seen before, even the Wuxin monk had not seen it for more than ten years, it seemed like a kind of gaze, and it seemed to be a kind of downward gaze from under the Nine Shadows.

"You are responsible for what you say." Gongsun Yunliang's sudden words looked at the heartless monk and said gloomily.

"The poor monk didn't say certainly, but it was very likely, of course, whether it was true or not will be known later."

Gongsun Yunliang pondered for a moment and then said: "I know, thank you for your advice, but I won't go anywhere here, and none of them will be able to get out if they dare to come." ”

Rumble...... The momentum on Gongsun Yunliang's body increased sharply, and the thatched house that shook shook. The Wuxin monk smiled, he came here to tell Gongsun Yunliang to be careful, and he didn't mean to let him hide, if he hid, then he would not be Gongsun Yunliang, let alone the number one master of the Sword Sect.

"Thank you for telling me, I think the people who came to the Hundred Swords Villa probably already knew, so be careful!"

The monk did not answer, folded his hands, made a Buddha salute, rose up and disappeared into the night sky.