Draw your sword and kill yourself?

Lu Yunqing's words were like a thunderbolt from the sky, Gu Tiannan, who was struggling to swim towards the boat, suddenly raised his head, looked at Lu Yunqing with a stunned face, and the condescending second son of the Lu family raised his eyebrows, and sneered a few creepy times.

Gu Tiannan was suspicious, with Ning Yuan's swordsmanship realm, how many people in the rivers and lakes of the Northern Zhou Dynasty could force him to draw his sword and kill himself?

Even if there was a hidden master who looked down on the rivers and lakes to make a secret move, he wouldn't be worried about the revenge of the Taoist First Ancestor behind Ning Yuan, Hong Xuanzong, but Lu Yunqing didn't seem to have the need to lie about this kind of thing.

Gu Tiannan no longer paid attention to Lu Yunqing, he stared at Gu Fan with red eyes, he and his master had just returned to the mountain yesterday, Ning Yuan's life and death, Gu Fan should be clear.

Zhao Tianyang's expression was similar to Gu Tiannan's, there were doubts on his fat face, and of course there were sorrows.

Gu Fan didn't dare to touch Gu Tiannan's gaze at all, he glanced at Lu Yunqing coldly, and said in a deep voice: "Tianyang, send off!"

Lu Yunqing looked at Gu Tiannan, who was depressed, the corners of his mouth curled slightly, and finally regained a little of his former brilliance, he held on to the stone table in the pavilion, staggered, tried his best to maintain the last dignity, and said fiercely: "No need!"

Zhao Tianyang's feet did not move as if they were rooted, Gu Fan's reaction was self-evident, and what Lu Yunqing said was true.

Zhao Tianyang stared angrily at Lu Yunqing, who was outrageous, clenching his white fat fist, eager to devour Lu Yunqing alive.

No matter what Ning Yuan said, he was also Lu Yunqing's elder, and it was really disrespectful to the deceased elder, how could Lu Yunqing, who was born in a big family, not understand this truth?

Jealousy and resentment are enough to completely change a person's heart.

"Brother Nan!" As Ling Cangxue exclaimed, Gu Tiannan twisted up from the lake, his toes lightly touched the boat, and a wet plain white shirt hurriedly swept towards Bomeng Pavilion.

Zhao Tianyang only felt that the white shadow flashed in front of him, and Gu Tiannan was already standing in front of Lu Yunqing, and after a closer look, the tip of the Xuanxia Sword in Gu Tiannan's hand was only two inches away from Lu Yunqing's throat.

Lu Yunqing swallowed a mouthful of saliva, he had already felt the cold aura coming from the Xuanxia Sword.

Gu Tiannan's eyes were cold, and the blood gushing out of the right arm of the sword, accompanied by the lake water on Xuanxia's sword body, fell drop by drop in the Bomeng Pavilion.

"Tiannan, don't be presumptuous!" Lin Yuehua scolded, her tone was stern enough but she didn't panic at all, she knew that her disciple was measured in his work, and there were many small problems but he couldn't get into a big disaster.

"My uncle's swordsmanship, it's not your turn to accuse Lu Yunqing! Leave the dust in your hand, when will you break the prairie fire, and then come to Dongcang Pavilion to get the sword!"

Gu Tiannan's eyes were red, he was shocked and sad when he learned of Ning Yuan's death, his heart was extremely sore, and he was full of grief and indignation, and he just wanted to vent his disrespect to his uncle.

But Gu Tiannan also knew that the person who killed Ning Yuan was definitely not Lu Yunqing, not to mention that the master and his mother were also present, so he suppressed the evil fire in his chest and resisted the urge to add fists and kicks to Lu Yunqing.

But the swordsman loses his sword, and the military general sells the sword, which is a great humiliation for those who practice martial arts.

The sword is the foundation of the martial arts, and it is also the bone joint of those who practice martial arts. If it weren't for the exhaustion of mountains and rivers, which military general would be willing to sell his sword? This is especially true of a swordsman, if the three-foot Qingfeng in his hand is taken away, wouldn't it be equivalent to having no bones?

What's more, the Huanchen Sword in Lu Yunqing's hand is still the heirloom of the Lu family.

"Don't talk nonsense! Hurry up and let Lu Gongzi go back to the Immortal Peak to recuperate! If you mess around again, you will be punished for thinking about it for half a year, and you will not be allowed to take a step back in the mountain!"

Lin Yuehua was taken aback when she heard Gu Tiannan's words, she deliberately called Lu Yunqing "Lu Gongzi" because she deliberately mentioned Gu Tiannan, Lu Yunqing's background is not trivial.

But Gu Tiannan turned a deaf ear, and the tip of the Xuanxia Sword stabbed forward by an inch.

Lin Yuehua shook his head, this bastard's temper is becoming more and more like Ning Yuan, he has to be unforgiving!

"I'll give you the Huanchen Sword!" Lu Yunqing's blurted out words that surprised Lin Yuehua even more, he used the last trace of true qi in his body to grab the Huanchen Sword fiercely, and raised his right arm to hold Xuan Xia in front of his throat.

Lu Yunqing said slowly word by word: "A year later, I want you Gu Tiannan to kowtow and admit defeat and offer Huanchen with both hands!"

Speaking of this, he glanced at Ling Cangxue in the lake, and said to Gu Tiannan with a little provocation: "And her!"

Gu Tiannan put away Xuanxia and took over Huanchen, and responded coldly: "Gu Tiannan, accompany you to the end!"

Zhao Tianyang came over and snatched the Huanchen Sword from Gu Tiannan's hand, and gestured twice, he pouted at Lu Yunqing, and mocked: "The general of the defeated army also dares to speak bravely, it is really shameless......

"Shut up!" Lin Yuehua glared at Zhao Tianyang fiercely, and then looked at the Pavilion Master of Dongcang Pavilion who had been trying to avoid Gu Tiannan's gaze, at this time he was staring at the lake in a daze, as if the eldest disciple Gu Tiannan had not seen what he was doing at all.

Ning Yuan and Gu Fan have had a deep brotherhood since childhood, and Lu Yunqing has long been angry in his heart when he spoke disrespectfully to Ning Yuan, but he was patient because of his identity, and he didn't want to be infamous as "bullying juniors".

Gu Tiannan's sword-grabbing move was indeed a bit excessive, Gu Fan was silent on the surface, but in fact, it was exactly what he wanted, what about the second son of the Lu family?

Lin Yuehua sighed, her husband Gu Fan has always been silent, but his temperament is extremely stubborn, it seems that this mess has to be cleaned up by himself!

"Master, Master, Senior Brother Lu's injuries are not light, the road to Bulao Peak is rugged, the disciple is willing to give Senior Brother Lu a ride!" Gu Fan and Lin Yuehua looked back, it turned out to be Qi Zhipu who traveled down the mountain with Gu Tiannan.

After this fierce fight, the disciples of the Dongcang Pavilion in the apse of Zixiao Palace had already gotten up from their beds, poking out their heads one after another by the window, and a few who liked to join in the fun were standing in the corridor not far from Bo Mengting.

Lin Yuehua nodded at Qi Zhipu and said, "Take good care of Senior Nephew Lu, I'll be there later!"

Hearing this, Qi Zhipu hurriedly ran forward to support Lu Yunqing, but Lu Yunqing didn't appreciate it at all, he shook his sleeves suddenly, and almost pulled his sleeves on Qi Zhipu's face.

Lu Yunqing wiped the blood stains on the side of her mouth, and was still affectionate to Ling Cangxue on the boat, Ling Cangxue turned her back and did not turn her face.

Lu Yunqing said gently: "Little junior sister, I know that I am wishful thinking. I'm willing to gamble, but I'm not going to admit defeat!"

Ling Cangxue's palms trembled, and she bowed her head and said nothing.

I don't know what to do, and I go deep.

Lu Yunqing staggered away, and Qi Zhipu followed behind him inch by inch.

Lin Yuehua stepped forward to check the two injuries on Gu Tiannan's body, her face full of distress.

Gu Tiannan snorted and choked up: "Where is my uncle buried? In Wenyang City, he said that he would get drunk with me after returning to the mountain! How could Ning Yuan, who was famous in the Northern Zhou Rivers and Lakes, not count?"

Gu Tiannan remembered that Ning Yuan received two silver tickets of five hundred taels from Gu Fan before going down the mountain, and put them into his arms with a smile in front of the seven junior disciples.

At that time, Gu Tiannan's eyes were shining, a thousand taels!

One thousand taels of silver is just a drop in the bucket for a disciple of a family like Qi Zhipu, not a drop in the bucket for a wealthy son like Lu Yunqing, but just the tip of the hair on that small cow hair.

For Gu Tiannan, who had to think for a long time about spending ten copper plates to buy a pot of bad wine, a thousand taels of silver was a huge amount of money that he had never seen in his life.

With the idea of "poor family rich road", Gu Tiannan, Zhao Tianyang, and Wang Dameng, who had never seen the world, ate Haisai nonsense as soon as they got off the mountain, and they only picked the most luxurious local inn for the night.

Ning Yuan didn't pick the door, he didn't frown, he took out the silver ticket to settle the bill, and Gu Tiannan always felt that something was wrong.

Sure enough, before the eight Ning Yuan masters and apprentices left Luoyang, they had spent more than eight hundred taels of silver, and at this time, they had just come down the mountain for less than a month.

When Gu Tiannan and several senior brothers stepped out of the east gate of Luoyang with a smile while picking the lamb meat between their teeth, Ning Yuan had a grim face, took out a crumpled piece of yellow paper from his sleeve, and handed it to Gu Tiannan, who had burped three times in a row.

Gu Tiannan took the yellow paper, and with a slight sweep of his face, his face became solemn, this crumpled yellow paper was densely filled with small characters, recording in detail every expense they spent after going down the mountain, and even Zhao Tianyang spent five copper plates to buy three strings of sugar gourds.

Seeing the end, Gu Tiannan held the yellow paper tightly in front of his chest, and the smile on his face disappeared, turning into a pitiful expression that wanted to cry.

The brothers didn't know why, Gu Tiannan beat his chest and sighed: "We only have one hundred and thirty-seven taels of silver left, and there are more than twenty copper plates, and there are still two years to go...... Uncle Shi, why don't we go back to Little Lotus Peak first, and then have some entanglement with Master?"

Ning Yuan snorted coldly, rode his horse forward slowly, and after a while, he said meaningfully: "From today on, it is the real travel to the rivers and lakes!"