Duanmu Yu turned to look at Xu Beiyou and chuckled: "What I gave you the opportunity just now is that you don't cherish it. Pen Fun Pavilion www.biquge.info"

Xu Beiyou was silent, but just clenched the Tianlan Sword in his hand.

The Northern Ghost Emperor's strange green eyes made people dare not look at each other, and he smiled and said: "Young man, you are just a third-grade cultivator, and you can't go in front of the old man for a round, so it's better to ask your master to come out, let's talk about it, maybe there will be a way for you to live." ”

As soon as Xu Beiyou was about to speak, he saw the Northern Ghost Emperor's face change drastically, grabbed Duanmu Yu's shoulder and swept back, directly smashing the wall of the inn with his back, and instantly found himself in the rolling storm outside.

However, no matter how the storm raged, it would be difficult to invade the two of them.

Duanmu Yu asked gloomily, "What's wrong?"

The Northern Ghost Emperor said as if facing a great enemy: "Just now, the people upstairs flicked their fingers and turned into sword qi, and the realm was almost like the realm of human immortals. ”

Duanmu Yu's face softened slightly, his sleeves shook the non-existent dust, and he chuckled: "That master of Xu Beiyou is really a master?

The Northern Ghost Emperor's face was not very good-looking, and he said in a deep voice: "Above the ghost immortals, as for what stage it is in the realm of human immortals, it is difficult to say before the real fight." ”

Duanmu Yu's face became slightly solemn, and he snorted, and said, "I'm a little curious, which way of master dares to wade into this muddy water." ”

Inside the inn.

The old man carried the sword box on his back and took Zhiyun with him, and slowly came down the stairs to the lobby on the first floor.

At this time, in the inn, in addition to Xu Beiyou and the three of them, only the shopkeeper lady who was still standing behind the counter was left, and a group of panicked secret guards.

The old man looked around, and finally looked at the shopkeeper lady, and said flatly: "The shopkeeper lady, the wine is almost strong." ”

The shopkeeper lady does not seem to be an ordinary person, and the development of things to the point where she is still not afraid, Shanshan walked out of the counter, picked up a bench that was knocked to the ground, and then sat on it, squeezed the full buttocks out of a curve that made the man's mouth dry, and said softly: "It was the slave family who looked away before, and did not know the real person, if it wasn't for Mr. Gongsun's fingers just now, the slave family is not sure that he will be able to see Mr. again after nine years." ”

The old man's tone rose slightly, and he asked, "The shopkeeper is the Northern Ghost Emperor, who are you, the shopkeeper?"

The shopkeeper took out a bag from her sleeve, put it under her nose and sniffed it gently, squinting her eyes with a slight intoxication, like a lazy cat, but her expression was with a touch of sadness, and she said: "Back then, the Demon Suppression Hall successively sent eight archdeacons to hunt down and kill Gongsun Zhongmou, the head disciple of the Sword Sect, in Shuzhou, and in the end, only one person was seriously injured and returned to the Demon Suppression Palace. ”

The old man pretended to be surprised and said, "Did the shopkeeper miscalculate? The old man had only killed five Demon Suppression Hall Eagle Dogs, and three of them should have fled back." ”

Xu Beiyou's eyes widened.

The old man's words were undoubtedly tacit, and he was indeed the first disciple of the Sword Sect, Gongsun Zhongmou, the descendant disciple of Shangguan Xianchen, the last sect master of the Sword Sect.

The shopkeeper gently exhaled a breath of turbidity, and the inn was filled with a sweet and greasy smell that seemed to be nothing, and said miserably: "Two people escaped, they used Gongsun Zhongmou's incomparable sword qi to enter the body, forcibly cut off their connection with the life lamp, disguised as a fake death, and then changed their appearance, I wanted to stay away from the fighting disputes between these sects and live a peaceful life, but I never thought that it would not take long to be found by the secret guards, and I had no choice but to serve the dark guards." ”

Gongsun Zhongmou restrained the superfluous expression on his face and did not speak.

The shopkeeper put away the sachet and said sadly: "It's not a secret, the slave family was originally the archdeacon of the Demon Suppression Palace, and the northern ghost emperor was the two who fled back then, and the matter of Shuzhou back then was really forced to do so, not out of their own hearts......"

Gongsun Zhongmou suddenly interrupted her words, "It's a little sweet." ”

The woman's face stiffened suddenly, and then she squeezed out a slightly stiff smile, "What does Mr. Gongsun mean by this?"

Gongsun Zhongmou sniffed and said calmly: "Your peach blossom miasma is a little sweet." ”

The woman's face instantly turned white, and there was no more blood.

Peach blossom miasma, the signature means of many flower owners in the peony, is a master above the first product.

But like many flashy tricks, these tricks are not very useful for real masters.

Outside the inn.

The Northern Ghost Emperor and Duanmu Yu stood in the wind and sand that had gradually weakened, looking at the inn, each with their own plans in their hearts.

In the eyes of the Northern Ghost Emperor, with the intervention of a large number of masters of the Demon Suppression Palace, coupled with the death of another inspector and judge, the northwest is no longer a place to stay for a long time, and it is best to leave as soon as possible after this matter, and it is best to return directly to the imperial capital, which is the place of the imperial court, and it is also the only place where the Daomen dare not blatantly stretch out their hands.

In Duanmuyu's view, the northwest is a pool of muddy water, and this muddy water has a tendency to continue to be turbid, and it is easy to fish in the muddy water, and he may not be able to catch a big fish in the northwest. If his father's position of power is a stepping stone for him to enter the court officialdom, then now he has to pave enough stepping stones for his future success.

The ideas of the two sides are obviously opposite, in fact, the two will not look down on each other in their hearts, the Northern Ghost Emperor feels that Duanmu Yu is just a gentleman who relies on his father's power, while Duanmu Yu regards the Northern Ghost Emperor as a dog raised by his father.

The wind and sand whimpered, and the Northern Ghost Emperor suddenly raised his head and looked at the door of the inn, with awe-inspiring murderous intent.

Duanmu Yu also raised his eyes and looked at it, shocked and shocked.

I saw three people walking out of the inn, a man, a woman, and an old man.

The old man was in the center, carrying a sword case and a dead woman's head in his hand.

The Northern Ghost Emperor looked at the head, the green light in his eyes flickered, a hoarse roar came out of his throat, and the hands hanging by his side were even clenched into fists, and the green tendons burst out.

It's like a hunched tiger and leopard, ready to be culled at any moment.

Gongsun Zhongmou threw the woman's head in his hand three feet in front of the northern judge, and said flatly: "I didn't kill you nine years ago, and I will make up for it nine years later." ”

Duanmu Yu's face was gloomy, as if he was about to drip water.

The Northern Ghost Emperor slowly bent down, holding the woman's head with trembling hands slightly, his expression was distorted, and he said hoarsely: "Gongsun Zhongmou!"

Nine years, not long, not short.

Nine years ago, in the battle of Shuzhou Sword Pavilion, he almost died under the sword of Gongsun Zhongmou, but after Gongsun Zhongmou punched a lifeless sword qi in his body, he was conceited that he was already mortal, so he did not continue to pursue, which allowed him to find a glimmer of life, swept out of the hundred miles in one go, and finally fainted in the Yinping Mountain.

It was she who dragged the same badly injured body out of Yinping and carried him out.

For nine years, whether it was escaping from the control of the Demon Suppression Palace, or later having to join the command of the dark guard, the two have always relied on each other.

I have never forgotten each other in the rivers and lakes, but we have just been in each other's accords.

The Northern Ghost Emperor thought that this kind of dependence would continue forever, but he never thought that she was actually dead.

Just today, one step ahead of himself, died.

The emaciated Northern Ghost Emperor stood up with his head in his arms, his face distorted and almost impossible to see his true face, coupled with those fluttering green eyes, it seemed that he had gone mad.

"Because of you, I have been tortured by the lifeless sword qi in my body all these years, so that I have become the person I am now and is not a ghost!"

"Because of you, I fell from the realm of human immortals to the realm of ghosts and immortals, and there is no hope of setting foot in the realm of immortals!"

"Today, because of you, I became a loner!"

Eventually, the Northern Ghost Emperor called out that name again.

"Gongsun Zhongmou!"