That year, that cicada, that sword

Chapter 31

Duanmuyu turned to look at Xu Beiyou, and said with a light smile, "I gave you a chance just now, but you didn't cherish it."

Xu Beiyou remained silent, but only clenched the Tianlan sword in his hand.

The Northern Ghost Emperor's strange green eyes made people dare not look at each other. He laughed and said: "Young man, you are only a third-rank cultivation base, and you can't even walk in front of this old man. Why don't you ask your master to come out? Let’s have a good talk, maybe there will be a way for you to survive.”

As soon as Xu Beiyou was about to speak, he saw the Northern Ghost Emperor's face change dramatically. He grabbed Duanmuyu's shoulder and swiped backwards. He smashed the wall of the inn with his back, and was instantly exposed to the roiling storm outside.

However, no matter how raging the storm was, it was difficult to invade within three feet of the two of them.

Duanmuyu asked gloomyly: "What's wrong?"

The northern ghost emperor said as if he was facing a great enemy: "Just now, the people upstairs turned their sword energy with flicks of their fingers, and their realm is close to the realm of immortality."

Duanmuyu's face softened slightly, she shook the non-existent dust with her sleeves, and said with a light smile, "That master Xu Beiyou is really a master? No wonder this kid is confident, Northern Ghost Emperor, what kind of realm is this person?"

The Northern Ghost Emperor's expression was not very good, and he said in a deep voice: "Above the ghosts and immortals, as for what stage they are in the realm of human immortals, it's hard to say before they actually fight."

Duanmuyu's face became slightly serious, she hummed, and said, "I'm a little curious, what kind of expert is it that dares to wade into this muddy water."

Inside the inn.

The old man carried the sword box on his back and led Zhiyun along the stairs to the lobby on the first floor.

In the inn at this time, apart from the three of Xu Beiyou, there were only the shopkeeper's lady standing behind the counter, and a group of panic-stricken secret guards.

The old man looked around for a week, finally looked at the shopkeeper's lady, and said flatly: "The shopkeeper's lady, I'm almost drunk."

The shopkeeper's wife seemed not to be an ordinary person, and she was still not afraid of the situation. Shanshan walked out of the counter, picked up an overturned bench, sat on it, and said softly: "It was a long time ago. The slave family has lost sight of the real person, if it wasn't for Mr. Gongsun's flick of a finger just now, the slave family is not sure that we will see you again after nine years."

The old man gave a slightly raised tone and asked, "The shopkeeper is the Northern Ghost Emperor, so who are you, lady shopkeeper?"

The lady shopkeeper took out a kit from her sleeve, put it under her nose and sniffed it gently, narrowing her eyes slightly intoxicated, like a lazy cat, but with a hint of sadness in her expression, she opened her mouth Dao: "Back then, the Temple of Demon Suppression sent eight chief deacons to hunt down and kill Gongsun Zhongmou, the first disciple of the Sword Sect, in Shuzhou. In the end, only one of them was seriously injured and returned to the Hall of Demon Suppression."

The old man pretended to be surprised and said, "Did the lady in charge make a mistake? The old man obviously only killed five Eagle Dogs from the Demon Town Hall, so three of them should have escaped back."

Xu Beiyou's eyes widened.

The old man's words undoubtedly acquiesced that he was indeed the first disciple of Jianzong, Gongsun Zhongmou, and the direct disciple of Shangguan Xianchen, the last suzerain of Jianzong.

The shopkeeper's lady let out a breath of turbid air, and the inn was filled with a sweet and greasy smell, and she said sadly: "Two people escaped, and they entered the body with the help of Gongsun Zhongmou's incomparable sword energy. Forcibly cutting off the connection between himself and the lamp of life, pretending to be the illusion of death, and then changing his face, he wanted to stay away from the fighting disputes among these sects and live a peaceful life, but he never thought that he would be approached by the hidden guards after a short time , but in desperation can only serve under the shadow guard."

Gongsun Zhongmou suppressed the redundant expression on his face and did not speak.

The lady in charge put away the sachet, and said sadly: "To tell you the truth, my family was originally the chief deacon of the Zhenmo Palace, the judge who rewarded goodness, and the northern ghost emperor was the two who escaped back then. The incident in Shuzhou back then was really unavoidable. Not from the heart..."

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

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

Gongsun Zhongmou sniffed it, and said calmly: "Your peach blossom miasma is a bit sweet."

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

Peach Blossom Miasma, the signature method of many flower owners in Peony, is designed to kill masters above the first rank.

But just like many flashy tricks, these ghost tricks are of little use to real masters.

outside the inn.

Northern Ghost Emperor and Duanmuyu stood in the gradually weakening wind and sand, looking at the inn, each had their own concerns.

In the view of the Northern Ghost Emperor, with the intervention of a large number of masters from the Demon Suppressing Palace and the death of another prosecutor, the Northwest is no longer a place to stay for a long time. It is the place of the imperial court, and it is also the only place where Taoists dare not stretch out their hands blatantly.

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

The ideas of the two sides are obviously opposite. In fact, the two of them would not like each other in the bottom of their hearts. The Northern Ghost Emperor thinks that Duanmuyu is just a dandy relying on the power of his parents, while Duanmuyu regards the Northern Ghost Emperor as his father raised him. a dog.

The wind and sand whimpered, and the Northern Ghost Emperor suddenly raised his head and looked towards the door of the inn, with a murderous intent.

Duanmuyu also raised his eyes to look, terrified.

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

The old man is in the middle, carrying a sword box on his back, and holding a dead woman's head in his hand.

The Northern Ghost Emperor looked at the head, green light flickering in his eyes, a hoarse roar came from his throat, his hands hanging by his sides clenched into fists, and his veins bulged.

Like a tiger and leopard arched up, ready to kill at any time.

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

Duanmuyu's face was gloomy as if water was about to drip.

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

Nine years, whether it is long or not, is not short.

In the battle of Jiange in Shuzhou nine years ago, he almost died by the sword of Gongsun Zhongmou, but after Gongsun Zhongmou injected a lifeless sword energy into his body, he believed that he was already in a state of death, so he did not continue. The pursuit gave him a glimmer of life, he flew for hundreds of miles, and finally fainted in the Yinping Mountains.

It was she who carried him out of Yinping with the same seriously injured body.

For nine years, no matter whether they escaped from the control of the Town Demon Palace, or later had to fall under the command of the hidden guards, the two have always depended on each other for life.

Never forget each other in the rivers and lakes, just love each other.

The northern ghost emperor thought that this dependence would last forever, but he never thought that she was actually dead.

Just today, one step ahead of myself, died.

The North Ghost Emperor, who was as thin as a ghost, stood up with his head in his arms. His face was distorted and his true colors could hardly be seen. Coupled with those wobbly green eyes, he seemed to have gone mad.

"Because of you, I have been tortured by the inanimate sword energy in my body all these years, so that I have become the person I am now!"

"Because of you, I fell from the realm of human immortality to the realm of ghost immortality, and I have no hope of everlasting life to set foot in the realm of immortality!"

"Today, because of you, I became a lonely person!"

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

"Gongsun Zhongmou!"

(End of this chapter)