"I don't really understand, but... I just want to avenge Qingluan, if I don't take revenge, I will hold peace, which is contrary to my promise. Li Guiyao frowned and said in a low voice.

If he wants to let go of Gusu Hongle, this is definitely not a big thing that can be explained.

Murong Jiansheng was silent, looking at Li Guiyao's appearance and sighing, this matter is indeed a dilemma, but the leader of Legalist thought really can't be killed.

"Why don't you bring your nephew and let him make a decision?"

Li Guiyao glanced at Gusu Hongle with both eyes and said, "No need." ”

"Senior brother, I can promise you anything other than this matter, but I must kill this culprit, there are too many variables in him, and I can't afford that risk. ”

"Actually, it's not impossible to kill. Murong Jiansheng said flatly: "As long as you are willing to bring Ping'an Master and nephew into the temple, you have replaced the current Gusu Hongle with Taoist thoughts, which can be regarded as a great joy for all." ”

Li Guiyao sighed and said: "Senior brother, why do you bother to embarrass your junior brother, obviously this is impossible, you yourself just said it." ”

"I don't understand, why do you have to protect this person?"

"It seems that you have never gone down to Shu Mountain, and you actually came here for this person, what should I say about this junior brother?" he showed a wry smile.

Murong Sword Saint said: "The current Central Plains is inseparable from the Legalist thought, he means that the Legalist group has no leader, and there is no one to command the rivers and lakes, do you think this person can be killed?"

"I believe that you understand many things, junior brother, you don't need senior brother to tell you more, if you don't want to, just listen to senior brother, wait a minute. ”

Li Guiyao was silent.

There was a long silence.

This snowy night is full of frost, dead and dead, the most powerful martial arts in the world, the three people who are the best in the world are here.

If those people who made the Spring and Autumn List are here, I'm afraid their jaws will be shocked.

Gusu Hongle, a character who combines martial arts and authority, is embarrassed at the moment, his national fortunes have been broken, and he only looks like he is being slaughtered by others, which is really embarrassing.

Suddenly, at the end of the snowstorm, several galloping horses appeared.

"It's coming. Murong Sword Saint stroked his beard and smiled faintly.

Li Guiyao looked up, and Xu Ping'an rushed to the front.

But in an instant, a few horses arrived in an instant.

Xu Ping'an, Li Ji, Gao Xianzhi, and a young man in Taoist robes.

"Master. Xu Ping'an turned over and dismounted, looked around, and frowned.

When he saw a group of white-clothed people crawling on the ground with blood, he knew what was going on, especially when he saw Gusu Hongle, his eyes unconsciously burst into light.

An indescribable hostility and murderous aura emerged.

"Well, this is your senior uncle, Murong Sword Saint. Li Guiyao introduced.

He was shocked again, and his eyes looked at this fairy-like old man, with white hair and white beard, Murong Sword Saint?

Contemporary Dao Sect Master?

Li Guiyao's senior brother?

"Uncle Shi!" he bowed, shocked in his heart.

Murong Sword Saint took a few steps forward and looked at his senior nephew up close, his eyes were like a bright light, and he could see it warm and clear.

Holding him up with one hand, he said with a smile: "If you can become a disciple of Senior Brother Li, you are indeed the dragon and phoenix among people." ”

"However, it's a pity that you, like your master, don't have the heart and authority, otherwise after a hundred years, you will definitely be able to carry the banner of Shushan. ”

Xu Ping'an laughed, praising him like some kind of demon.

"I don't know if there is something important for Uncle Shi to let Senior Brother come to me here?" He looked at Gusu Hongle and the Taoist disciple who brought him here.

"Let you make a decision. Murong Sword Saint said lightly.

"This person is Gusu Hongle, the junior brother has just defeated Leta, and he wants to kill him like a bag. ”

Xu Ping'an's eyebrows were twisted, and at a glance, it was the white-eyed Gusu, who was extremely outstanding.

A strong hatred burned in his heart, and his eyes seemed to turn into a knife of happiness.

The revenge of killing the mother is not shared!

He originally wanted to wait for himself to be stronger and personally kill this person to take revenge, but he didn't expect Li Guiyao to be one step ahead of him and take the lead in fighting Gusu Hongle.

Taking a deep breath, Xu Ping'an restrained himself as much as he could, turned his head to Murong Sword Saint and said, "Uncle Shi, what is the decision?"

"Is it related to this person?"

The light in Murong Sword Saint's eyes flashed, and he praised again and again in his heart, it was not easy to restrain himself in the face of such a great hatred.

There are few people in the world who have such courage.

"That's right, it's him. ”

He looked up at the sky and sighed: "There are two generations of the Great Heavenly Empire, one generation of Taoists and one generation of Legalists, which are inextricably linked to the people's livelihood in the world. ”

"Even if you change the law and break your muscles and bones, it is the people of the world, Taoist people, and Taoist thoughts who suffer in the end, which has never been like this. ”

"As soon as Gusu dies and the fortunes of the country are scattered, there will be another Legalist, which is the cycle of heavenly principles, but then the chaos in the world will be inevitable. ”

Perhaps, there is another way to end this hatred. ”

Xu Ping'an's eyebrows frowned, he was resistant to this.

Revenge is not revenged, and he is a man.

"In what way?"

"Is it a small punishment or a big punishment?"

Murong Sword Saint looked at Xu Ping'an, rolled up his sleeve robe and reached out to catch the snowflake, as if he was a heavenly immortal, and every word could be convincing.

"If my junior brother and nephew believe me and let me take him away, I will personally go to Chang'an to speak and give you a satisfactory answer. ”

Li Guiyao blurted out: "This matter is not negotiable. ”

"What about you, nephew?"

Murong Sword Saint asked again.

"I'm a layman, a layman through and through, and it's right to have the world to help the common people, but now this person is my mother-killing enemy, and if I don't take revenge, I can't eat and sleep. ”

"Gusu Hongle, one life for another, this is very fair!" Xu Ping'an said bluntly.

As if he knew this answer, Murong Sword Saint blurted out: "Then, let's kill it." ”

"But you can't come out of this hand. ”

"What do you mean?" asked Li Guiyao, the two sentences somewhat contradictory.

"Let the Emperor of Wenwu do it, if you make a move, I'm afraid you will fall into endless trouble for the rest of your life, which is contrary to your nephew's idle and wild crane-like life. ”

"I already know that you have a large family, and the people of the Gusu family will not give up, as the most powerful family in the Celestial Empire, their ability is really not something that a grandmaster can cover all of them. "Murong Sword Saint Dao.

Xu Ping'an frowned when he heard this, and his knuckles turned white with both hands.

Turning his head to look at Gusu Hongle's eyes were bloodshot, he couldn't help but want to draw a knife and take this person's head several times.

This hatred, he doesn't want to borrow someone else's hand, and apart from him and Li Guiyao, who would want and who would dare to kill Gusu Hongle?