The Gu family in Chang'an is having a very hard time these days, first a few months ago, unknown people spied on the family's guardian god Sword Demon Ximen, which was approaching, causing the Sword Demon Ximen, who had been in retreat for nearly a Jiazi, to break through the barrier and run away, although this move shared most of the pressure for the Gu family, and finally squeezed out a respite for the Gu family, but the decline of the Gu family was not an overnight thing, and the trend of decline has been achieved, even if it is as strong as the Sword Demon Ximen, it can no longer pick up all the wind and rain.

In the past two months alone, the Gu family's business in Guanzhong has lost seventeen places, darts, inns, and all kinds of rice shops, although they are not too critical businesses, but if they are placed on weekdays, they can't be put away, but now it's different from the past, and if they can be released, they will be released, which has led to a sharp contraction of the Gu family's sphere of influence.

Although Chang'an is still headed by the Gu family on the surface, it is just an empty shelf, and a gust of wind may collapse the century-old foundation.

It's stormy.

And the more disturbing news came yesterday, a generation of martial arts myths, the sword demon Ximen, who has existed in the world for more than 130 years, returned to heaven a few days ago on the Huai River outside Pengcheng.

Originally, the sword demon Simon was alive for one more day, and he had a little more suppression of all the people who coveted the Gu family, even if he secretly moved some hands and feet to eat some of the Gu family's properties, but after all, he was distracted, at least in Chang'an City, no one dared to touch the Gu family.

But as soon as the Sword Demon Simon died, it was only one day, and the hearts of the people were already surging, and more people died than in the past two months combined.

On this morning alone, Tingyulou had already received thirteen corpses, all of which were key figures in the Gu family's arrangement in various industries.

Tingyulou, located at the intersection of Zhuque Street, which has the best geographical advantage in Chang'an, and the best Fengyue hairpin building in Chang'an City, are the core industries of Gujiadu.

In the old days, listening to the rain hairpin flowers, is the two most elegant things in Chang'an City, it is said to be listening to the rain building tea talk, and then go to the opposite hairpin flower building for a spring night when the lanterns are on.

It's just that now the cars and horses on Suzaku Street are sparse, the hairpin building that doesn't stop singing on weekdays is silent, and the well-dressed rain building is empty.

Without it, it is all about avoiding harm.

Now in Chang'an City, up to 80-year-old men and down to 7-year-old children, they all know that there will be a big storm coming.

The Gu family is dying.

And this Suzaku Street is a place where bones are buried, and whoever steps into it may die, so no one wants to step further.

But on the contrary, there are often those in this world who do not believe in evil and are not afraid of death, and at this time, one foot stepped on Suzaku Street.

This is a very ordinary young man, with an ordinary face, ordinary clothes, and an ordinary way of walking.

The only thing that was unusual was probably that he walked up to Suzaku Street and walked to the teahouse called Tingyulou, and he was carrying a huge sack in his hand, and the bottom of the sack was dripping blood one by one, until he reached the door of Tingyulou, the blood was stretched in a straight line.

Then the young man stepped into the Tingyu Building.

The moment he walked in, a middle-aged man on the counter of Tingyulou stood up, stared at the young man, and said for a moment: "Childe, stay." ”

"What? Open the door to do business, and there is a reason to refuse customers? I want to drink tea. The young man didn't stay, both feet stepped into the Tingyu Building, the sack was still dripping blood, drop by drop, dripping on the ground of the blue and white stone of the Tingyu Building, making a crisp ticking sound.

The whole Tingyulou was very quiet, and only the ticking sound could be heard, which caused the whole scene to be extremely suffocating.

"Childe doesn't look like he's here for tea. The middle-aged man said slowly after a moment.

"I'm not here for tea. When the young man heard this, he laughed and actually admitted it.

That is, at that moment, the entire lobby of Tingyulou was slaughtered.

With the excellent perception of the young man, he at least sensed the danger pointing at him in eighteen places.

"I'm here to give a gift. The young man threw the sack in his hand heavily on the ground of the blue and white stones, as if he were unconscious, and made a grunt.

The middle-aged man's eyelids jumped and said, "What ceremony?"

"Great gift. The young man folded his arms and walked slowly.

"The contemptible man doesn't remember that the son has dealings with the contemptible shop, and he still asks the son to ......" The middle-aged man didn't have time to finish his sentence, but was interrupted by the young man.

"Feng Ju of Fenglei Village, Ge Bin of Qinglian Town, Liu Liancheng of Mosheng Valley, Fang Gun ...... of Cuishui Creek" Every time the young man pronounced a name, the middle-aged man's brows couldn't stop jumping, until the square gun, the middle-aged man stepped out from behind the counter quickly.

"Childe wait a minute......," he hesitated, but still glanced at the sack, and said, "I don't know if the contemptible person can ...... it."

"Whatever you want. "The young man was still very casual.

The middle-aged man cautiously approached the sack, opened the twine that bound the sack, glanced inside, and then closed it at once.

He lifted the sack and said tea to the dark, and someone hurried out to take it, while someone cleaned the blood from the ground.

"Childe, please sit down for a while, and the contemptible people will come when they go. The middle-aged man invited the young man to sit in a window seat in the lobby, and he walked quickly upstairs.

On the second floor of the Listening Rain Building, behind the railing facing the street, on a mahogany table, a stove of sandalwood was half burned, but a pot of Biluochun was already cold.

A young man was sitting at the table, crackling an abacus, this boy was wearing a heavy dark robe, and his black hair was tied up with a blue hosta, strict and neat, just like the strict and neat abacus in his hand, his fingers flew, but stopped when he deducted the third abacus.

Just because there was a man behind him.

"Childe...... A person came downstairs and said he was here to give a gift. That person was the middle-aged shopkeeper downstairs, and he respectfully bowed slightly to the black-clothed son.

"I hear you, let him come up. The young boy spoke, but his voice was unexpectedly crisp and good, like a jewel on the plate.

So the middle-aged shopkeeper went downstairs and led the young man upstairs, and then respectfully retreated.

The ordinary young man was not so exquisite, and walked to the mahogany table with a big grin, sat down, and sat opposite the man in ink.

He also casually picked up Biluochun, which was cold on the table, and poured himself a glass, and drank it very unceremoniously.

It wasn't until the young man finished drinking the cup of tea that the young man in ink raised his head, glanced at the young man, and said, "Are you Gu Xiao'an?"

"Are you Gu Changan?" the young man put down his teacup and smiled casually.

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