Summon Qunhao

Chapter 46 [Gu Changan]

These days are very difficult for the Gu family in Chang'an. First, a few months ago, an unknown person spied that the guardian god of the family, the sword demon Ximen, was approaching the end of his life. As a result, the sword demon Ximen, who had been closed for nearly a year, had to break out of the closed door. After sharing most of the pressure, it finally gave the Gu family a chance to breathe. However, the decline of the Gu family did not happen overnight.

In the past two months alone, the Gu family’s business in Guanzhong has lost [-] places. Those who carry darts, those who open inns, and all kinds of rice and cloth businesses are not considered critical businesses, but if they are on weekdays, they are It is absolutely impossible to let it go, but today is different from the past, if you can let it go, it will cause the Gu family's sphere of influence to shrink sharply.

Although Chang'an is still headed by the Gu family on the surface, it is just an empty air, and a strong wind will probably collapse the century-old foundation.

It's stormy.

And even 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, died on the Huaijiang River outside Pengcheng a few days ago. More than a hundred miles, however, is dead after all.

Originally, if the sword demon Ximen lived for one more day, he would suppress all those who coveted the Gu family. Even if he secretly manipulated some of the Gu family's property, he would still be distracted. At least in Chang'an City, there is no People dare to touch Gu's family.

However, the death of Sword Demon Ximen was just one day, and people's hearts were frantic. More people died than in the past two months combined.

In this morning alone, Tingyulou had already received [-] corpses, all of whom were key figures arranged by the Gu family in various industries.

Tingyu Building is located at the intersection of Zhuque Street with the best location in Chang'an. It is directly opposite to Hairpin Building in Chang'an City's best Fengyue place. They are the core industries of Gujiadu.

In the old days, listening to the rain hairpin flowers was the two most elegant things in Chang'an City. They were talking about drinking tea and discussing Taoism in the rain tower, and then going to the hairpin flower tower opposite for a spring night at the beginning of the lanterns.

It's just that there are few cars and horses on Zhuque Street now, and the Zanhua Building, which is usually full of music, is silent, and the Tingyu Building, which used to be full of clothes, is empty.

Without it, it is all about avoiding harm.

Now in the city of Chang'an, men as high as 80 years old, and children as young as seven years old, all know that there will be a big storm.

The Gu family is dying.

And this Suzaku Avenue is a place where bones are buried, anyone who steps into it may die, so no one is willing to take another step.

However, in this world, there are often those who do not believe in evil and who are not afraid of death. At this moment, one foot stepped on Suzaku Avenue.

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

The only unusual thing was probably that he walked up Suzaku Street, walked towards the teahouse called Tingyulou, and he was holding a huge sack in his hand, the bottom of the sack was dripping blood one by one, Until he walked to the door of Tingyu Building, the blood formed a straight line.

Then the young man stepped into the Tingyu building.

The moment he walked in, a middle-aged man stood up at the counter in Tingyulou, stared at the young man, and said without blinking: "My lord, stop."

"Why? Open the door for business, and there is a reason to refuse customers? I want to drink tea." The young man didn't stop, and stepped into the Tingyu Building with both feet. The sack was still dripping blood, drop by drop, drop by drop. On the blue and white stone floor of Tingyulou, there was a crisp ticking sound.

The entire Tingyu Building was very quiet, and only the ticking sound could be heard, which made the whole scene extremely suffocated.

"Young master doesn't seem to be here to drink tea." The middle-aged man said slowly after a while.

"It's true that I'm not here for tea." Hearing this, the young man smiled and admitted.

At that moment, the entire lobby of Tingyu Building was filled with chills.

With the excellent perception of the young man, at least eighteen dangers were pointed at him.

"I'm here to give gifts." The young man didn't seem to realize it, and threw the sack in his hand heavily on the blue and white stone ground, making a thud.

The middle-aged man's eyelids twitched and he said, "What gift?"

"Great gift." The young man folded his arms and took his time.

"I don't remember that you have a relationship with this small shop, and you still invite you..." The middle-aged man was interrupted by the young man before he could finish his sentence.

"Feng Ju from Fenglei Village, Ge Bin from Qinglian Town, Liu Liancheng from Moshenggu, Fang Qiang from Cuishuixi..." Every time the young man uttered a name, the middle-aged man's brows couldn't stop twitching , until Fang Qiang, the middle-aged man quickly stepped out from behind the counter.

"Young Master, wait a moment..." He hesitated for a moment, but still glanced at the sack, and said, "I wonder if I can..."

"Casual." The young man was still very casual.

The middle-aged man approached the sack cautiously, opened the hemp rope that bound the sack, only glanced inside, and then closed it immediately.

He picked up the sack and said tea to the dark place, and someone came out quickly to take the sack, and at the same time someone cleaned up the blood on the ground.

"Sir, please sit down for a while, I will come as soon as I go." The middle-aged man invited the young man to sit in a seat near the window in the lobby, while he walked upstairs quickly.

On the second floor of Tingyu Building, behind the railing facing the street, on a mahogany table, a furnace 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 man was wearing a thick black gown, and his black hair was tied up with a green jade hairpin. He was neat and tidy. Just like the abacus in his hand, his fingers were flying, but stopped when he hit the third bead.

Just because someone came behind him.

"My lord...a man came downstairs and said he came to give gifts." That man was the middle-aged shopkeeper downstairs, and he bowed slightly to report respectfully to the dark-colored young man.

"I heard it, let him come up." The young son said, but his voice was unexpectedly crisp and pleasant, like pearls and jade on a plate.

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

The ordinary young man was not so particular, he walked to the mahogany table carelessly, sat down, and was sitting opposite the black-clothed man.

He also casually picked up the cold Biluochun on the table and poured himself a glass, and drank it in one gulp very rudely.

It wasn't until the young man finished drinking the cup of tea that the young man in black raised his head, glanced at the young man, and said, "You are Gu Xiaoan?"

The young man put down his teacup and said, "You are Gu Changan?"

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