Don't think about it anymore, Gui Zhuang Lebu turned around and went to Xiangguo Temple.

The person went very quickly, and came very quickly, thinking that Wang Hao had already discovered Cui Lu's traces, and he didn't dare to slack off, so he had to move forward quickly.

After this one thing, it will be easy.

Whatever official or unofficial, fuck it, it's a good thing to be freed.

Of course, it also relieved Cui Lu. Don't check blindly, just stop, don't you do something serious?

Thinking of this, Guizhuang was excited, and even a little strangely eager. Because I was really looking forward to ending this matter with Cui Lu and looking forward to liberation, I naturally became inexplicably anxious.

But this is in a hurry, he thought, only once in his life.

The figures in front of me are flying, and the corners are all book-trending. As if he were in a book, he was assigned a fate, walking page by page, to the destination to complete the mission.

He had no other choice, all his actions were propelled by an invisible hand.

If the pedestrian is lined with words, one by one they are stacked in front of him, and he can only live in front of these words, struggling.

He has been in the Sword Academy with Cui Lu for more than ten years, from a junior sword master to today's official status of the second grade, he is a regular manager, and he is a deputy manager.

Gui Zhuang thought and continued to move forward.

He was always a bit of a high-minded person, a matter of people, and even politics. Gui Zhuang avoided a person who came and continued to think that when he went to ask for a gift for his position, he just watched coldly.

In the Sword Courtyard, there are two outstanding people, one is known as "Mr. Qingfeng Langyue", and the other is known as "Heaven and Earth are not too late to return". He shook his head, the personalities of the two men could probably be distinguished by their nicknames.

I live cautiously, looking at the political trend everywhere, to say that I don't have a big political desire, I just want to be the head of the sword academy, and I can lead the team to study the sword for a lifetime.

But things in the world are always not as people want, there is a way, people can't help themselves in the rivers and lakes, and people can't help themselves in officialdom.

He only promised to find a backer for his relationship, and was ridiculed and looked down upon, not to mention, in the end, Cui Lu, who did not make any moves, easily got a big head second only to himself.

Perhaps, this is called creating people, but he understands better in his heart that this is a balance between the top and the material.

Thinking about it, I am indeed not bad, but Cui Lu is not bad. I'm afraid that I am better than asking someone to find a relationship, having a backer, it is different from not having a backer, looking at the current situation, it is easy to see something, that is, life is full of relationships, it doesn't matter how difficult to move an inch.

People, you have to live first, to live is the greatest pleasure, to live is the greatest thing.

As for the dignity, morality, and true colors of heroes, they are all nonsense, and they don't live for their lives, what do you say is the use of that?

Guizhuang unconsciously felt that the corners of his eyes were a little moist, and at the turn of ten years, each for his heart, come to a break!

He admits that he lives a very ordinary life, and he will not be a maverick like Cui Lu, and naturally there are no edges and corners. He lived on a flat footing, smoothing his edges and corners with his sword.

It's a long and painful process, but it's the way to live.

Compared with Cui Lu, his life may not be as exciting as his, but his life will definitely be very long, forever and ever. Morally speaking, he is indeed not as upright as he is.

But people not only have morality, but also have a life. Which is more important, each has his own love.

Guizhuang sighed, his heart calmed down a little, and he was closer to Xiangguo Temple, and he could already see its dougong cornices from a distance.

Su Xuan and Cui Lu walked one after another, and when they looked at Xiangguo Temple from a distance, people with swords in their hands suddenly appeared around the crowd, with sharp eyes and a murderous aura.

The crowd had already been in chaos, and the sounds of fright and howl were incessant, and everyone would have thought that there would be thieves fighting swords in the streets in broad daylight at the feet of the Son of Heaven.

The two stood still, and the Assassins walked slowly with their swords in hand.

When Guizhuang came back to his senses, he felt a faint sword aura, and then he heard bursts of shouts, and saw that the crowd in front of him began to disperse.

The Black Shark Sword appeared and held it in his hand, and after a few heel volleys, it flipped to the front.

Cui Lu and people are already entangled together. Beware of an awe-inspiring son waiting to go into battle.

Suddenly, a strong wind suddenly came, and a thick sword qi struck.

Gui Zhuang unconsciously caged the black shark sword to protect his chest, and a black hat figure quickly attacked the son.

It's already messed up in front of me.

Cui Lu killed four Assassins in a row, and more Assassins rushed up behind him.

Only then did he find that the eaves of the upper floor were full of people with swords, stretching for miles, with fist-sized bells pinned to their waists, and they were all letting off steam.

Now is a good opportunity, Gui Zhuang stabbed at Cui Lu's exposed back with a sword.

Cui Lu pierced the two people in front of him with a sword, and then carried it horizontally behind him, and Gui Zhuang's sword pierced through the two corpses in one fell swoop.

The bell began to ring, and the sound of the copper tongue striking one after another came like a stream of water.

More than fifty or sixty swordsmen crowded to cut Cui Lu Guizhuang.

Naked white-knuckle combat.

The two were forced into a small alley, and the screams of the crowd were getting farther and farther away, only the neat footsteps of the troops were getting closer.

In just a few breaths, nearly thirty swordsmen were already lying on the ground.

Both of them were upside down in a bloody blur.

As the troops approached, the swordsmen fled one by one and fled towards the outside of Tokyo.

When the Beijing Defense Department arrived at the scene, it woke up Su Xuan.

The ground was already full of corpses, as if she sensed something, she struggled to get up, and took a few steps forward, at the mouth of an alley, she saw the rickety Guizhuang draw his sword from Cui Lu's body.

Everything speaks for itself.

Everyone quietly stared at the boy in front of him, he was like a fairy in a painting who did not eat the world, which was quite incommensurate with this river of blood.

When everyone came to their senses, she noticed the soldiers approaching her.

The question of whether to leave or stay quickly crossed her mind.

This ending should have been expected by her a long time ago, but the only thing she didn't believe was that it came so quickly, just in the blink of an eye.

Cui Lu's voice and smile were right in front of him, and the previous few days were like lightning flashes in his heart.

The pinprick pain spread all over her body, and she subconsciously slowly retreated, and when the remnant sword saw her hand, several abrupt blocks had already jumped into the hollow.

No one thought that such an ordinary son was also a swordsman.

There was a strong contrast between her handsome face and her cold expression, and the soldiers were hesitating, she had already leaped dozens of steps, and someone seemed to feel the rain, and when she wiped her face, a drop of crystal wet her fingers.

Gui Zhuang shook his head, after Fang Cai's short battle, his strength had actually consumed too much of it. He glanced up, letting her escape.