Guan Daocun looked at the Jianyan Sword that was still dripping with blood, and glanced at the Tiangang Gang Gang Leader who had fallen to the ground and had lost a trace of breath.

I couldn't help but feel heavy in my heart - now the rivers and lakes seem to be clearly distinguished-it can be said that all the sects on the rivers and lakes have been "divided" - the Jiuzimen of the Guan clan in Dongzhou, or the Dongling Wang clan in Beizhou.

The most painful thing is that of the families, who cannot be like an ordinary person, living in the countryside or constantly living in exile in the four continents.

They are a family - this already means that they cannot be alone in troubled times.

"The ...... Let's go back!" a hint of tiredness flashed in Guan Daocun's eyes—was she, or rather—okay?

"Tianyi, the matter here will be handed over to you, remember, if you are obsessed, there will be no forgiveness!" With that, Guan Daocun walked out of the Tiangang Palace—this was his last majesty now.

Dongzhou is very far away from Beizhou, after all, Beizhou is the first of the four continents.

Three months later, Guan Daocun returned to Dongzhou on a ship with the flag of Jiuzimen.

"Door master, Dongzhou has arrived. Gao Changkong walked in from the deck of the ship and said respectfully.

Feng Tianyi and Feng Wushuang's brothers, as one of the few henchmen of Guan Daocun, were both sent to the four continents to recruit troops, and when he came back this time, he brought with him the six pure and six Dharma protectors—they were now the Supreme Elders of the Nine Sons Gate.

After all, it is really not a simple matter to want to unify Dongzhou.

"Very good, did the people from Dongzhou send the information?" Guan Daocun, who was sitting cross-legged, opened his eyes and asked.

"Yes, it's delivered, please take a look. Gao Changkong said, handed a book of excerpts to Guan Daocun, Guan Daocun took the fold, opened it, and saw that it was written in extremely neat letters: The seven cities of Dongzhou, there are a total of 367 sects, including 275 non-mainstream sects, 52 third-rate sects, 38 second-rate sects, and two first-class sects. Among them, the Golden Axe Hall has defected to the Wang family, and Dongfang Gu, the master of the Beidou Gate, has announced that he will remain neutral.

"Door master, there is one more thing to be done," Gao Xingkong said respectfully.

"Say it," Guan Daocun said without the slightest hesitation.

"Gao Jia...... has defected to the Wang family. ”

"Hehe," Guan Daocun suddenly sneered, the breath of killing erupted, and Gao Changkong was shocked, and at the same time, he couldn't help but feel a chill down his spine.

"Door master, you ......" Gao Changkong said hesitantly.

Suddenly, Guan Daocuncai suddenly restrained his murderous aura and said lightly: "It's just ants, don't be afraid, just don't regret it because they made this decision." ”

"Let's go, you get off the boat first, and do what I told you before. Guan Daocun didn't want to say anything more, to Gao Changkongdao.

"Yes, Master. Gao Changkong clenched his fists again and retreated.

At the same time, Guan Daocun showed a look of surprise on his face, and said to himself: "Isn't there something big happening in Dongzhou? I couldn't control my own killing intent just now?"

Guan Daocun was alone on the streets of Dongzhou - he did not let the guards follow him - although in Beizhou, he received many gangs from the Tiangang Gang and the Disha Gang, and his strength was still on the table, and the six Dharma Protectors were sent to rectify the original Guan family mansion in advance.

When Hua Muxue left, he specially asked Hua Muxue not to send someone to disturb Angelica's life - after all, there were too few people who had told him and her story, and he was confident that no one would find Angelica here.

He looked up at the house, which he had bought when he was still the head of the troupe.

But it stands to reason that the news of her return has shocked the large and small sects in Dongzhou - doesn't Angelica know - maybe it is because of her inconvenient legs and feet, Guan Daocun said to himself.

"Knock, knock, knock"

Guan Daocun knocked on the door—he waited for half a pillar of incense, but there was no reply.

"Boy, who are you, still knocking on the door here? It seems that you are not from Dongzhou, right? ”

He waited, but saw an old farmer with a hoe and said to him.

"Dare to ask the seniors why they said this?" asked Guan Daocun.

"Alas," the old farmer shook his head, "you don't know, there used to be a mother and daughter living here, but I don't know why, three months ago, the woman suddenly had a serious illness, and the girl went everywhere to find a doctor for medicine, but no matter how good the doctor was, when he saw the woman, he shook his head, until five days ago, an old man who looked like a night watchman came into the house, called the woman's pulse, and just smiled and left, and said what the number of lives and lives was in his mouth, and the woman died in a few days, and was buried yesterday." ”

The old peasant said regretfully: "Alas, I don't know if it was the god who killed her, even when the woman was dying, she chanted a man's name, but this man didn't even appear when she was buried, pitiful." ”

The old peasant shook his head, took his hoe on his shoulder, and left on his own.

"Angelica, is that you?" Guan Daocun muttered, kicking towards the door.

With a "boom", the door opened, and Guan Daocun didn't go in for a long time - he saw the big open door through the courtyard, the white cloth hanging high in the house, and the white flowers placed on both sides of the room - the big word 'Dian' was like a sharp sword straight into Guan Daocun's heart.

"Poof!"

A mouthful of blood spurted out of Guan Daocun's mouth and sprinkled it in the dusty courtyard, which seemed to bring a touch of color to the courtyard full of murderous atmosphere.

His eyes widened, and he grabbed his lungs with one hand to keep himself from spitting up blood.

Stepping into the mourning hall with his left foot, his eyes fixed on the petite figure kneeling in front of the mourning hall in linen and filial piety—her body swayed slightly, looking very tired, but at the same time, she struggled to straighten up.

"Who are you?" asked Guan Daocun.

"I'm Su Ziqing's daughter," the figure didn't reply, "If you are in doubt, you can also call my mother-Angelica." ”

At the same time as hearing this, Guan Daocun's body shook again, and he spit out a mouthful of blood.

He paused and asked, "What's your name?"

"My name is Su Qiyu," Su Qiyu said lightly, "My father died very early, leaving me and my mother to depend on each other. ”

Guan Daocun heard Su Qiyu's words, and his eyes were full of tears.

"Do you know who I am?" Guan Daocun asked.

"I don't know," Su Qiyu said coldly without any politeness.

"What if I say I'm your—Father?"

Su Qiyu suddenly quieted down, and soon, with a "cang-" sound, the face in Su Qiyu's hand was out of her body.

She stood up suddenly, the tip of her sword pointed directly at Guan Daocun—Guan Daocun didn't dodge—and he could see that Su Qiyu's swordsmanship was still very clumsy, and as for herself, she could be defeated in two moves.

Su Qiyu did not stop and did not stab forward.

The same is true for Guan Daocun.

Su Qiyu's hands trembled—several days of sleepless nights had exhausted her physical strength.

Guan Daocun didn't say anything, just looked at the sword—the body was wiped clean—shiny and transparent, but he saw a beast on the other side of the sword.

"Hehehe," said the beast, with a foolish expression on his face, "this is the way you are after, you think you are right, you want to kill everyone who stands in your way, and now what about the wife who is separated—I told you long ago when it will be time for retribution—and you are bent on pursuing your so-called bullshit 'way'. ”

"Hahahaha, what do you think you have? What else do you deserve?" the beast mocked, "you have gone too far too far - in the eyes of others, you are a demon! a demon who cannot be forgiven!"

Slowly, the beast vanished—he saw his own face again, and he looked straight at it, and the green in the pupil of his right eye began to move again, slowly creeping up his eye socket.

With a "swish", the sword was put away by Su Qiyu, "Get out of here, if you dare to come in next time, be careful that your life is not guaranteed!"

Guan Daocun laughed self-deprecatingly, stepped out of the small courtyard, and walked out of the gate.

With the disciples of the Nine Sons Sect who had just come to Dongzhou, they went to the ruins of the Guan family.

"Hehehe, Xiao Qiyu, can't you accept him after all?" Guan Daocun had just left, and one by one, old men wearing black clothes and black boots, but with crane hair and white hair, walked into the mourning hall from the side door - it was Su Qiyu's teacher, Yi Xianren, Su Yi.

"It's not that the teacher didn't save your mother, but that your father cultivated into the body of the 'Heavenly Evil Lone Star', and everyone who has intersected with him will be tormented, and he saved you by performing the technique of deception for the teacher. ”

"So, he killed my mother?" Su Qiyu sneered.

You can say that, too, but you know, your mother did it of her own free will. Su Yi reminded lightly.

"Could it be that all the people he killed, those innocent people, were all voluntary?" Su Qiyu's hand holding the hilt of the sword trembled a little, and she asked in a loud voice.

"I don't hide it from you, that's true. Su Yi said lightly - he knew that this was Su Qiyu's heart knot, and if he didn't untie it, he would definitely have big trouble in the future.

"Why?" Su Qiyu's voice trembled—"Isn't it better to live? What does this world have to do with me? What does it matter to me?"

"I don't know for the teacher," Su Yi said lightly and shook his head, "The teacher only knows that this is their way, it is their choice, and it is not easy for the teacher to participate in it." ”

"Well," Su Qiyu shook her head, "then I'll wait, if one year is not enough, I'll wait for ten years, and if ten years is not enough, I'll wait for a hundred years, I believe that there will always be an answer;

"It's not that he goes to war with the world, but that he goes to war with them on behalf of the people of the world. Su Yi said.

"Then who is good and who is bad?" asked Su Qiyu.

"There is no good or bad," Su Yi said, "It's just a conflict of interests, it's just that what your father represents is the ...... of the world."