In fact, Gu Wen guessed correctly, Xiang Thirty-seven really didn't follow.

He was now pacing back and forth in a secret small courtyard in Luoyang City, anxiously waiting for someone from the capital.

In recent days, Xiang Thirty-seven has been very depressed.

Some time ago, Gu Wen sang, and Xiang Thirty-seven could barely remember the lyrics. As a result, when Gu Wen went to the Lin family's workshop, and when he came back, he changed to playing the guitar, and Xiang Thirty-seven was completely blind. How do I report it?

Today, Gu Wen used a new instrument called guitar to play a song called "To Lin Yuan". There were about three minutes and twenty-three seconds, and there was not a word of lyricism. ”

"It sounds like a goat jumping at first, then mooing like a buffalo, then aggressively like a woodpecker, and finally the goat jumps back. It's so nice. ”

Deng Huaixian, the deputy commander of the Inner Guard's Janissary, was also crazy:

"How should a piece of straw paper with 'squeak' and 'chirp' written on it be auctioned, and how many copper coins can be auctioned off?"

Appointing a deputy who understands music for Xiang Thirty-seven has become the most urgent matter for the Praetorian Guard, and the priority sequence even exceeds the elimination of an exposed branch of the 'Bloodline Utilization Research Group'.

Under the coercion and temptation of Deng Huaixian and his gang, soon, a junior musician who was found to have a major stain and could no longer gain a foothold in the palace music house was poached by the Praetorian Guard Mansion with ten times his salary.

After half a day of basic training for the guards, a special guard named Nan Guobei with an erhu on his back took up his post.

Nan Guo Bei was honored to enjoy a solo teleportation immortal array, and then gorgeously spat on the immortal array talisman worth hundreds of millions of gold coins.

By the time Nan Guo Bei stumbled out of Luoyang City's teleportation array, it was already getting dark.

According to the plan of the Praetorian Guard Mansion, Nan Guo Bei should have rushed to the secret residence of the Praetorian Guard Mansion, set off with Xiang Thirty-seven, and began to track and record everything Gu Wen did, including all the music scores and music scores.

It is a pity that Mr. Nan Guobei, whose guard number is 89142, has learned a lot of knowledge during the half-day training, but he has not learned to "abide by discipline".

As soon as he left the door of the teleportation hall, Nan Guobei was attracted by the news that the first guitar recital of the "Golden Wind Drizzle Building" was about to start.

"It's the guitar's debut! As a professional musician, how could I not participate in such a grand event. ”

At this moment, Nan Guobei forgot that he had had his "Court Performance License" revoked because of many performance mistakes, and even more forgot that he was now a royal palace guard, coming with an urgent mission.

In fact, this sentence was wronged by Nan Guobei.

He did not forget his identity as a guard in the royal palace, and relied on a guard sign to grab a seat A on the second floor of the Golden Wind Drizzle Building for himself.

"I just forgot the mission, it doesn't matter, does it?"

So while Xiang Thirty-seven was waiting on the other side of the city, Nan Guobei listened to the whole concert in a good way. And I sat by the window with a lot of heart, reminiscing about the wonderful songs I had never heard before. I have long forgotten the task to the clouds.

stayed until the Golden Wind Drizzle Building closed, and Nan Guo Bei walked out of the small building. was blown by the cold wind, and then he remembered that he had changed jobs to become a guard in the inner government, and he was also carrying a task to assist Xiang Thirty-seven in tracking down and protecting Gu Wen, the owner of the Empire's first-class Medal of Honor.

Nan Guobei hesitated.

If a person sees a customer arriving late, most people will find a way to hurry up.

Someone will show up in front of the customer out of breath and apologize vigorously;

Someone will run wildly while taking out the messenger (the otherworldly version of the phone) to greet the customer: "Excuse me, donkey stuffed, arrive as soon as possible." ”

There are also a few people who will take out the communication letter to say hello to the customer, eat breakfast first and then rush over slowly.

But Mr. Nan Guobei is more strange. He frowned and looked at the dark sky, and said to himself:

"Forget it, it's so late, Captain Xiang Thirty-Seven should have already slept. At this time, rushing over, or using the communication letter to contact, will disturb people's sleep. ”

"I'd better find an inn to sleep in first, and I'll get in touch with him early tomorrow." ”

So Nan Guobei turned around and returned to the Golden Wind Drizzle Building, let the front desk open a luxury suite, and yawned and got in:

"The Royal Guard's business trip benefits are not in vain. ”

"It's too late, let's find a bunny girl or a butterfly girl next time. Go to bed first, get up early tomorrow, and contact Xiang Thirty-seven at almost 10 o'clock, my Nan Guobei is still very dedicated. ”

So Xiang Thirty-seven waited until almost midnight, but he didn't see the appearance of the 'Headquarters Special Guard Musician'.

Xiang Thirty-Seven was about to take out the communication charm and contact the headquarters to see if there was an accident.

Suddenly, Xiang Thirty-Seven felt a vibration in his arms, and suddenly said:

"It's not good! The son-mother alarm charm I secretly arranged on the carriage is broken, and Mr. Gu is in danger!"

In an instant, the dark golden gang was full of energy, and the phantom of an ink dragon appeared behind Xiang Thirty-seven, and he shook his wrist with a halberd in his hand. Rising up, he stepped on the wall with his left foot, and ran wildly on the roof, like an arrow from a string, straight to the city gate.

The level 95 Ink Dragon Halberd Venerable Thirty-Seven burst out with all its might, and suddenly rolled up a road of smoke and dust in Luoyang City.

The captain who kept vigil at the city gate only heard the thunderous beating of drums in the city, dense as a torrential rain, and saw the smoke and dust billowing out, and a black dragon tossing and turning on the eaves, rushing over at a high speed.

The lieutenant hurriedly shouted: "What kind of person? There is a curfew in the middle of the night, and you are not allowed to go out of the city, and those who violate the order will be beheaded!"

Xiang Thirty-Seven flipped his hand and threw out a Praetorian Token and shouted:

"The guards of the inner government do things, and idlers avoid it. ”

The captain of the city gate took the token, checked that it was correct, and was about to ask someone to open the city gate. But he saw that Xiang Thirty-seven did not stop at his feet, and he actually rushed straight up to the city tower.

Xiang Thirty-seven stretched out his hand on the city tower, and the guard token in the hand of the captain of the city gate seemed to be pulled by a transparent thin chain, and returned to Xiang Thirty-seven's hand with a swiping sound.

Xiang Thirty-seven turned his hand and put the token into his arms, and he stepped out of the city wall with one foot.

The captain of the city gate was taken aback, although the Luoyang City Tower was not as steep as the Hot Spring Pass, it was also a hundred meters high. Hurriedly stretched out his head to look.

I saw Xiang Thirty-Seven falling to the ground like a meteor. When he was only three feet above the ground, Xiang Thirty-seven slashed the halberd downward and slashed it to the ground. With the force of recoil, he somersaulted in the air and rushed south.

At this time, in front of Laojun Mountain, which was 100 miles away from the city, the old side fell into a bitter battle with one enemy and four. Gu Wen was also blocked by a white-clothed swordsman. The situation is very bad.

Gu Wen searched for thirty-seven items to no avail, so he had to settle down and rely on himself to deal with the dilemma in front of him.

Compared to the combination of a sorcerer and three heroes over there, the white-clothed swordsman in front of him is obviously easier to deal with. Although in terms of rank, Gu Wen is not enough for the other party to crush with a finger.

Gu Wen lifted the corner of the carriage and looked at the white-clothed Jianhao with a smile. For those who like to pretend to be B, the best way is to let him pretend to be enough.

The white-clothed Jianhao was a little nervous. His dress and style are all imitations of his eldest brother. Because of the similar appearance, some people often mistakenly think that he is the world-famous swordsman.

Then you can arrogantly say, "That's my big brother." I'm so-and-so. ”

Unexpectedly, today's sixteen or seventeen-year-old young man, whose rank is no more than an elite junior level, does not follow the routine:

"Aren't you in a hurry to run away? Why are you so calm? Are you looking down on me?"

Gu Wen didn't say a word. The momentum of the white-clothed swordsman was cut by half, and he couldn't help but say proudly: "I'm not the Flying Snow Swordsman, the Flying Snow Swordsman is my senior brother, and I am the White Snow Swordsman who is always in Sichuan." ”

Gu Wen sneered: "I didn't ask if you are a Flying Snow Swordsman, a Flying Frost Swordsman, I don't even know who the Flying Snow Swordsman is, how can I know what a White Snow Swordsman." ”

Bai Xue Jianhao's indifferent temperament that he often pretended to be in Sichuan suddenly dissipated, he held his breath and said angrily:

"Bold, dare to despise my senior brother......? Makes you look good. ”

Gu Wen smiled: "I don't despise your senior brother, I don't even know who your senior brother is." Snow Swordsman, is he famous?"

Chang Zaichuan proudly straightened his chest: "My senior brother Feixue Swordsman Long Zaijiang was born for swords. ”

"He learned swords at the age of five, and at the age of ten, he completed the green-level swordsmanship 'Snowflake Remnant Sword Twelve Styles', at the age of fifteen he had a clear sword heart, and at the age of seventeen, he cultivated the blue-level swordsmanship 'Flying Snow and Thirty-six Tricks' to the Great Perfection. ”

"My eldest brother debuted at the age of eighteen, and defeated the Qingzhou swordsman 'Silver Sword' Hufucheng in the first battle, and then...

"In the end, he fought with the 'Ethereal Infinite Sword' Jade Xuzi in the White Wood Cliff, and defeated the Jade Xuzi on the three thousand and eight swords. At the age of twenty-two, he was known as 'the first swordsman in the Nineteen Cities in the Northwest'"

"After that, my senior brother continued to learn the famous swordsmanship 'Hengshan Cloud Sword' and 'Taishan Eighteen Plates'......."

"He has participated in the Northern Intercity Swordsmanship Competition, the Chu National Swordsmanship Championship, the Chu-Song Swordsmanship Exchange Competition, etc., and has won eight championships, five runners-up and seven third-place dazzling results... My elder brother...."

It's easy to meet a Bai Ding who doesn't know who the Flying Snow Swordsman is, Chang Zaichuan couldn't stop it at all, and he said a lot of words, and he couldn't get enough of it.

Gu Wen put on a posture of listening carefully, nodding, admiring or exclaiming from time to time, he was simply the best listener.

Chang was in Chuan Balabala for a long time, and finally finished telling the glorious deeds of the senior brother of the Flying Snow Swordsman, and asked triumphantly:

"Now you know who the Flying Snow Swordsman is, right?"