Qu Qiu's mouth cracked, although silent, as if he was laughing.

When Lin Hu saw it, his heart was a little relieved.

This Uncle Qu shouldn't have come to kill himself! Otherwise, the dignified Heavenly Sword Cultivator deliberately hid and came here, even if he didn't care about the collapse of the sea of consciousness and opened up his spiritual sense, it would be too late to find out. At such a close distance, when I saw him, I was already in a different place.

Lin Hu thought for a moment and said tentatively:

"Uncle Qu, the person who is with you today, that person's name is Baili Taixu, and he is ...... with me."

Qu Qiu interrupted: "This seat didn't go there to see him. As for what he has to do with you, I don't want to hear it. ”

Hearing this, Lin Hu completely relaxed. As Uncle Qu, he naturally disdains to lie to himself!

It turns out that Uncle Qu happened to suffer an unjustified disaster today! I don't know if it was his bad luck, or the bad luck of himself and others, which led to the fall short!

I only heard Lin Hu say politely: "That Uncle Qu, you came in a hurry, and the disciple was disappointed." Do you want the disciple to prepare some refreshments and drinks, and let's talk slowly?"

"So you're going to go out and inform those two sour people to deal with this seat?" Qu Qiu smiled and put it away.

Lin Hu froze for a moment, swallowed his saliva, and hurriedly said: "Don't dare! Although the disciple and the uncle are a little hostile from this background, we are both disciples of Shushan, and we should watch and help each other, so why should we kill each other unless it is inevitable?"

"Oh?" Qu Qiu's tone was as flat as ever, and he couldn't hear any joy or sorrow, "Take Shu Mountain to suppress this seat?!"

Lin Hu's face was ugly, and his head was big for a while.

This Uncle Qu really can't splash water, and he doesn't eat oil and salt.

Sit with him like a wolf.

I saw Qu Qiu lightly flick the Miluo sword in his hand, and said hoarsely:

"There are ten thousand swords in Shushan, and each sword has its own way. Although this seat is the sword master of Shushan, he walks his own way and finds his own way. If you really stand in front of this seat, even if you Lin Hu is the first day of Shushan for two hundred years, no matter how Jiang Xing and Tian Yuan tell you again, this seat will not hesitate to kill you. ”

Although these words were chilling, Lin Hu's heartstrings that had been tense finally loosened when he heard it.

Lin Hu smiled and said, "The implication of Uncle Qu's words is that he is a disciple, and he has not blocked your way, Senior Uncle." Otherwise, in Zheyun Town, the disciple would have died. ”

Qu Qiu's eyes were lowered, and he was noncommittal: "Although it is not in the way, since it is a Zhao person, it is okay to kill one and a half with his hands." ”

"Uh. Lin Hu's smile froze again in an instant, but he couldn't tell whether Uncle Qu's words were true or false.

The atmosphere in the room froze again, and the two fell silent again.

This time it was Qu Qiu who broke the silence.

"This seat didn't kill you after all. I only heard the words of resignation.

Lin Hu hurriedly got up and thanked him: "I also want to thank Uncle Qu's subordinates for their mercy." ”

Originally, Lin Hu thought that Qu Qiu would not react, but after hearing Lin Hu's words, Qu Qiu nodded slowly, accepted his thanks, and then spoke:

"You are a master of heaven and earth, you created your own sword intent, and you are also the master of the immortal sword, we are the same generation, so you don't have to call this seat uncle. ”

"Uncle Shi laughed, where can the disciple be the sword master!" Lin Hu hurriedly shook his head and said respectfully, "Compared with your uncles, the cultivation of disciples is very different! ”

"Since you are a junior," Qu Qiu raised his eyes, and his voice was cold, "You dare to throw a sword at this seat?

"Huh?"

Lin Hu's face froze, and his heart suddenly felt worried, this Uncle Qu was also unreasonable!

In the afternoon, when you were in Zheyun Town, you faced my sword, that sword momentum, who could see that you would show mercy in the end?!

Lin Hu thought about it for a while, but he still didn't open his mouth to refute it, so he could only bow his head and say, "That's the disciple's." ”

"I don't have to settle this matter with you. Qu Qiu's eyes were blazing, and he looked at Lin Hu: "This seat asks you, Chu Zhao's hatred is not the same as the sky." If this seat kills you, will it be justified?"

"Occupy the reason. Whether it is my Zhao people killing you Chu people, or your Chu people killing my Zhao people, whoever dies can only say that his cultivation is low, and he can't complain about others. Lin Hu's face turned grim, and he said equally seriously.

Even if Lin Hu didn't like this in his heart, he had to admit that this blood feud that had lasted for hundreds of years was not something he could resolve. Since he was born as a Zhao person, he has borne this cause and effect, not to mention, he also has a god-killing father.

Qu Qiu nodded: "In this case, is this seat merciful to your subordinates, is it considered to be kind to you?"

Lin Hu's eyes were a little confused: "This ...... Sort of. The disciple has already thanked Uncle Shi. ”

"Not enough. Qu Qiu shook his head, "This seat wants you to do one thing to repay the favor, and the two will not owe each other from now on." ”

Hearing this, Lin Hu fell into silence, looked at Qu Qiu with his eyes, and spoke again, although his voice was low, it was also word by word, and he said loudly:

"Uncle Shi, I'm from Zhao. My father's life is the guardian of my great Zhao. Although I, Lin Hu, am not talented, since I was born as a son of man, I naturally have to do my best, the son, the inheritance, and the father's business. ”

Qu Qiu stared at Lin Hu, and his eyes gradually turned cold: "What a son inherits his father's business......"

Lin Hu looked at him firmly, his eyes did not move, his heart turned back and forth, thinking about countless things, how should he deal with it when he made a move, so that he could have the slightest possible way to live.

Finally, Qu Qiu lowered his gaze again and said hoarsely: "What you want to do has nothing to do with you Zhao Ren." ”

Lin Hu's momentum was discharged, thinking that you had said it earlier, and then thought about it: "Is that ......?"

"It has nothing to do with Shushan, it has nothing to do with those two sour Confucians," Qu Qiu interrupted him, "It has nothing to do with the important people around you." ”

Lin Hu breathed a sigh of relief and said lightly: "In this case, Senior Uncle Qu, you just say it! Even if there is no matter today, if Uncle Qu has something, the disciple should do his best." ”

"Well, this is up to you. ”

"Disciple, what should the disciple do?"

"Seven days later, the Spring Hunt of the Nine Clans of Great Qin, this seat wants you to help the people of this seat take the first place. ”

"Huh, spring hunting, what's that?"

Lin Hu's face was inexplicably wonderful, "Since it is the Nine Clans of Great Qin, how can the disciple make a move?"

"What is that, you will know if you ask. Qu Qiu closed his eyes, as if he was concentrating, "As for how you make a move, this seat has its own arrangements." Stand down!"

"Huh?" Lin Hu exclaimed.

Qu Qiu's eyes opened again: "What else is the matter?"

"No, no. Lin Hu stood up and turned to leave.

"When you go out, you can call those two sour people. Qu Qiu's eyes slowly closed again, "These three old horsemen, sooner or later, this seat will have to come to the door to teach them a lesson." If you want to fight, it is only the difference between morning and evening. ”