"Don't you want to know, since the rivers and lakes are places that rely on fame and money to pile up, what is the use of practicing martial arts?"

When Sikong Gu was fifteen years old, Mr. Wu finally began to teach his martial arts moves. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 infoSikong Gu knew that if possible, Mr. Wu hoped that he would teach this set of sword techniques after the cultivation of the nine mental methods was completed. "Nine Swords of the Hidden Gate", Sikong Gu guessed that it must have a more resounding name, but Mr. Wu was reluctant to use any name, but chose a more concise and clear name that was easier to remember.

After all, the purpose of practicing martial arts is to kill people, of course, it must be said to the outside world that it is to save people and to act chivalrous and righteous. Sikong Gu, like Mr. Wu, never cared about these statements, after all, in the face of different people, he had to use different words to deal with them, which Sikong Gu had already cultivated to the extreme.

"Practicing martial arts is naturally to climb faster and higher, those who are humble in martial arts will never be able to reach the hall of elegance in their lives, even if they can manipulate everything behind their backs, they always have a trace of worry. ”

"What are the hidden worries?" Mr. Wu frowned, Sikong Gu had grown into a handsome young man at this moment, Mr. Wu never knew that the child could grow up so fast, just as he didn't expect Yang Feiqiu to be able to defeat the sword immortal of the East China Sea Sect.

Mr. Wu had always thought that even if Yang Feiqiu won, it would never be a big victory, but after learning about the shocking battle from the sword immortal of the East China Sea Sect, Mr. Wu was disappointed again.

"It's too late. ”

After saying goodbye to Li Yunlan in Hangzhou, Mr. Wu rushed back to Phoenix Mountain without stopping.

"People's hearts are separated from their bellies, and they know people and faces but not their hearts, Master, don't you know this better than anyone else?"

Sikong Gu is extremely honest, and he doesn't even want to dig himself out of that kind of person, after getting along for five years, Sikong Gu feels that he has almost touched Mr. Wu, of course, Mr. Wu did not deliberately hide the real him, which is also a reason why Sikong Gu, a stinky boy who has not dried up, can see through the old and cunning "Renxia". Sikong Gu does not want to deny it, he is not like many people in this world who can deceive himself, although his lying skills have been perfected since he was a child, after two years of training by Mr. Wu, now Sikong Gu can be said to be the pinnacle of fraud skills.

But Sikong Gu can't deceive himself, how brave he is, how cowardly, how smart, and how ignorant he is...... Sikong Gu can't fool himself, but he can fool Mr. Wu.

Mr. Wu can't see through himself anymore.

Sikong Gu knew this very well, so Mr. Wu no longer used the stupid way of "teaching", but directly asked Sikong Gu for answers, and then, as Mr. Wu began to disperse, his limbs began to become stiff, and his thinking became sluggish, and at that time, Sikong Gu could not be controlled by him at all.

At that time, that was when Sikong Gu really became a teacher.

What Mr. Wu wants is such an ending, Sikong Gu knows better than anyone else. Only the power that even Mr. Wu himself cannot control can put Yang Feiqiu, the number one master in the rivers and lakes, to death, and it is possible to uproot the Divine Gate and avenge the Hidden Gate.

But Sikong Gu didn't completely see through Mr. Wu, at least Mr. Wu's obsession with "revenge", Sikong Gu couldn't understand it at all, if it was an ordinary person, the division was destroyed by a traitor, and it was fruitless to kill the traitor by himself, and the stronger people would continue to persevere, until one day they took revenge with their own hands. The more cowardly people will choose to give up directly, retreat to the mountains, and spend their lives with the birds and flowers.

But after learning that there is no hope of revenge in this life, why do you pin your hopes on the next generation? Why do you want to perpetuate this hatred? Why would you rather choose someone who might destroy the whole plan at any time and carry it out on your behalf?

Mr. Wu, whom Sikong Gu understands, should not be a person with such a strong obsession, or in Sikong Gu's opinion, Mr. Wu should be the kind of person who makes a quick decision, either choosing to die as a moth to the fire, or choosing to live in seclusion in the mountains and forests......

Mr. Wu didn't answer, maybe he felt that Sikong Gu was right, or maybe he just didn't want to evaluate the answer given by Sikong Gu.

Silence is sometimes an answer, at least for Sikong Gu.

In the lobby of the Windward Inn, this answer had already been presented in front of the disciples of the East China Sea Sect.

The silver snake shone with a cold glow, penetrating the chest of the man in front of him, and blood dripped down the snake's body. The lobby suddenly became very cold, perhaps because the door of the inn was broken by the sword qi of the two people, and the snow outside the house entered with the wind.

There was only half of the long sword left in Sikong Gu's hand, and the other half had already fallen on the snow outside the inn, and the blade was broken, but only one foot of the broken sword remained, but it was still straight into Li Yunlan's heart.

"I conceded. ”

Sikong left this sentence ruthlessly, and also left the broken sword.

None of the disciples of the Donghai Sect stopped him, even Li Ping, who was trembling all over his body and his face was flushed.

"Hold on to me. Li Ping said softly to the brothers beside him.

"Big brother...... Dad he ...... "This Donghai faction disciple didn't so much catch Li Ping, but was grabbed by Li Ping's left arm, although Li Ping's five fingers on his right hand were white, but this Donghai sect disciple didn't rush to the slightest pain.

"If you lose, you lose, we can't lose face with the East China Sea faction......"

Outside the inn, under a green umbrella, a woman in white was looking into the house, her eyes seemed to be made of ice and snow, except for the color, there was no difference from two pieces of ice flowing with cold air.

"She's—"

The disciples of the Donghai Sect in the house finally noticed the shadow that appeared in front of the Windward Inn at some point, that alluring face, no one could easily forget it, not to mention that this woman had also landed on the island alone and challenged Li Yunlan.

Wind Frost.

This is her self-proclaimed name, but the disciples of the East China Sea Sect learned her other name, Li Zhishuang, from Li Yunlan.

She brought a letter, which also made Li Yunlan, a first-class swordsman in the world who had never shown mercy to his subordinates, move when he fought with her.

Of course, the disciples of the East China Sea Sect didn't know what kind of letter Li Yunlan, a peerless "Sword Immortal", had read to make him so embarrassed.

The scars left on the sword fairy's body by the woman that day made the sword fairy grow old day by day.

The disciples of the East China Sea Sect knew that the legend of the Sword Immortal had come to an end.

Feng Lingshuang laughed, her smile was bright, and the disciples could see it clearly, and those eyes were looking towards the corpse in the inn lobby.

The end of the legend of the Sword Immortal, no one expected, would end in a failure. (To be continued.) )