The ex-girlfriend who has been missing for three years says she has returned from cultivating immort

Chapter 83 Duan Jianming

An awe-inspiring sword energy smashed through the wall of the Martial Palace, and it slashed towards the night sky without losing momentum.

The frost sword wins all the scenery, and the night star loses its long brilliance.

Not long after the sound of howling swords came out, several figures appeared outside the Martial Hall.

Looking through the ruins, Gu Changsheng smiled awkwardly as he watched the crowd rushing over.

"Everyone is here... Good evening, everyone~"

Compared with Gu Changsheng, the level of Lu Chia's family is really small.

Wang Wudi and Layman Lianping had weird expressions, looking at the Wudian with one wall missing, they didn't know what to say.

Beside Gu Changsheng, Li Xuan'an's eyes had lost color, and he muttered to himself absently.

"Why...it's unreasonable..."

The aura of a banished immortal was gone, and Li Xuan'an at this moment was even more confused than An An who couldn't do the math.

"The sword energy just now was created by you, Changsheng?"

Seeing Li Xuanan's distraught look, Wang Wudi had a guess in his heart and asked aloud.

Gu Changsheng nodded embarrassingly, he is also a little confused now.

Before Wang Wudi could continue speaking, a gust of wind blew past.

An old Taoist priest in disheveled clothes appeared from the wind, looking very dissolute.

It's the gatekeeper of the Sutra Pavilion.

A flash of determination flashed in the old Taoist's eyes, he was radiant, and in his usual lazy state, he looked like a different person.

Looking at Gu Changsheng, he asked bluntly, "Is that sword energy yours?"

The gatekeeper of the Sutra Pavilion in front of him may be the most talented monk in the Yuqing Palace in the past hundred years, or even since records have been recorded.

Gu Changsheng didn't dare to neglect, and nodded.

"Follow me to practice swords." The old Taoist's tone was firm, more like an announcement.

Then, as if remembering something, he looked at Wang Wudi and asked aloud, "Old man Wang, do you have any objections?"

Seemingly surprised by the old Taoist's words, Wang Wudi was slightly taken aback, then shook his head with a smile.

"You have gone farther than me in the way of the sword, so I won't miss you."

Layman Lianping secretly clicked his tongue when he heard this, Wang Wudi practiced sword art, condensed more than 500 sword qi, and even said that he would "mistake someone's disciple".

"Come to the Sutra Pavilion to find me tomorrow morning."

After leaving a word, the old Taoist curbed his sharpness and practiced Taoism, and some monkeys left in a hurry.

"Wuwei, find someone to repair here tomorrow."

Looking at the dilapidated Wudian, Wang Wudi gave orders, then looked at Gu Changsheng, and continued.

"Go there early tomorrow. Old man Li is the most amazing swordsman I have ever seen. I can learn a lot from him."

Gu Changsheng nodded, he didn't need to go through the door anymore, he just stepped out of the Martial Palace in one step.

Li Xuanan followed behind him, still in a daze.

There was nothing urgent, and the few people just walked all the way, chatting and laughing, and walked out of the Wudian.

Not long after, we came to a small stream.

Inadvertently glanced at the surface of the stream, the smile on Wang Wudi's face suddenly froze.

A golden carp was floating on the surface of the water with its belly turned over.

"No wonder I didn't win much money playing mahjong today. The koi died, and the luck of the cards is gone. If you let me know who did it, I'll kill him."

The old man gritted his teeth and squeezed out the words from between his teeth.

Gu Changsheng watched his words carefully and did not show any strangeness. Of course he would not betray Li Xuanan.

But the problem is, there is really nothing to stop people from committing suicide.

Perhaps because he was knocked out of his mind by Gu Changsheng, Li Xuan'an replied in a strange way.

"Nonsense, you lost the money in the afternoon, and the fish died at night. It has nothing to do with the luck of the cards, it's purely a technical problem."

……

It's really a miracle that this fellow is still alive.

Wang Wudi and Heshan sneered, rolled up his sleeves, and walked towards Li Xuanan.

Hearing the sound of punches to the flesh, Gu Changsheng shook his head, and quickened his pace to walk home.

From a distance, Gu Changsheng saw a faint light in the small courtyard of his home.

Walking into the yard, he found that Song Qinghuan and An An had already rested, and the room was pitch black.

But the dining table was not removed, and a small lamp was placed on the table, emitting a soft light quietly.

On the dining table, there were several dishes covered with gauze, which seemed to be left for him by Qing Huan.

Feeling warm in his heart, Gu Changsheng reheated the food and ate it cleanly.

Try not to make a sound so as not to wake them up.

Gu Changsheng carefully tidied up the table and chairs, then walked into his room with light steps.

The night passed.

The family of three sat at the dining table, eating the breakfast prepared by Song Qinghuan very contentedly.

Gu Changsheng asked: "Qing Huan, why hasn't Master come back yet? Is he still on Mount Tai?"

"Master called yesterday. She went to find her senior sister and junior sister. They will come back together in two days."

Carefully picking out the fishbone, Song Qinghuan put a piece of fish meat into Ann's bowl, touched the little girl's head, and answered casually.

After breakfast, An An sat on Lu's back and reluctantly went to the kindergarten.

After saying hello to Song Qinghuan, Gu Changsheng walked out of the small courtyard and rushed to the Sutra Pavilion.

At the door of the Sutra Pavilion, the old Taoist priest dozed off while sitting on a chair, as if he was not doing right.

After thinking about it, Gu Changsheng didn't bother him, and walked into the Scripture-Depository Pavilion without making any noise.

After going up to the second floor, Gu Changsheng went straight to the bookshelf where the Yuqing Sword Art was.

Open the bamboo slips and find the place to leave a message.

Sticking to the place where Li Xuanan left a message, he used his finger as a substitute to leave a line of writing.

"One sword qi is enough. I have a sword that can break ten thousand spells."

Just as he was about to continue writing his name, a voice came from beside him.

"If you want, the signature can be written as the disciple of Jianming."

Gu Changsheng turned his head to look, and at some point, the old Taoist priest had already stood beside him, his tone slightly low.

"It doesn't matter if you don't want to, it's all up to you."

Gu Changsheng had already decided to learn swords from him, so of course Gu Changsheng would not mind, so he wrote his signature.

"The Disciple of Sword Cry - Gu Changsheng".

A gleam of joy flashed in the old Taoist's eyes, and he said, "My surname is Duan, and Jianming is my name and my Taoist name."

Before Gu Changsheng could react, Taoist Jianming put his hand on Gu Changsheng's shoulder.

"What you need to do now is to visualize, to make your sword energy more condensed, and stop using sword tactics, this is called hidden sword."

After a pause, Taoist Jianming continued.

"Come here once a day from now on, and I will give you a new sword intent. When you can use your own sword energy to easily cut off the sword intent I left behind, you can proceed to the next stage of cultivation."

Patting Gu Changsheng on the back, the old Taoist indicated that he could leave.

Looking at Gu Changsheng's leaving back, Taoist Jianming had complicated eyes and heaved a long sigh.

Wu Dian probably didn't welcome him very much in a short period of time, Gu Changsheng thought about it, and decided to go home and meditate on sword intent.

At this time, the phone vibrated slightly, as if there was news, Gu Changsheng lowered his head to check.

The little Taoist priest Shucheng sent him a location and a voice message.

Gu Changsheng clicked on the message, and the little Taoist deliberately lowered his voice from the phone.

"Brother Changsheng, something happened to me, can you come and save me?"

A few seconds later, the little Taoist priest sent another message.

"If it's convenient, bring some cash when you come."

After a while, like squeezing toothpaste, the little Taoist sent a voice for the third time.

"It's fine if you come alone, don't call anyone else."

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