Death Sutra

In the winter, the Bodhi Garden reveals a scene of ruin. In the past, there were countless slaves and descendants of the Meng family. At any time, there was no prosperity. Now there is only one master and more than twenty servants. Even the snow in the garden sweeps. Not clean, no longer able to fight the invasion of winter.

Meng Mingshu felt sad and there were three charcoal pots in the room. He still felt cold and biting.

When Gu Shen came in, he was staring at the red charcoal, staring at Xiao Feng's face and body. After a while, he realized that there was more than one person in the room. He looked up and shivered. "Dragon, Dragon King... why you?"

"Well, it's me, what did you find?"

Meng Mingshu was stunned. He found the documents related to the defending. He just didn't expect the Dragon King to come in person. Until he hurriedly handed over the parcel, he suddenly realized that the contents of the parcel might be important, but he had no time to retake it. I can only say: "I have been to the old house, Mrs. Meng... I rarely return to the Stone Fortress. I have never seen the One-Step King in a few months. I really can't ask anything. The Dragon King will give me some time."

"Don't worry, take your time, just remember this thing."

"Remember, I remember it."

Gu Shenwei simply flipped through the paper in the package and threw the obviously meaningless instruments into the brazier. Only thirty sheets were left, repackaged, and put into the arms. "Good." He said .

"Dragon King, don't blame me for talking, I want to know the money of my family..."

Without waiting for the question to be exported, the Dragon King has disappeared, Meng Ming has for a long time, and found that the parcels around him are no longer there, and finally confirmed that the scene was not an illusion.

He feels colder.

As Xiao Fengqi expected, Meng Mingshu has indeed reached the edge of collapse, perhaps more than a point, Gu Shen is sure. When referring to Mrs. Meng, the second son lied.

However, Gu Shenwei did not worry, because Meng’s money is still in his hands.

Shang Guanhong waited outside the Bodhi Garden. He did not escape. His face did not return to normal. He still was frightened by the unusual trust of the Dragon King.

"Thinking about it?" Gu Shen asked.

He wants to see the Dutch woman tonight. Shangguan Hong first denied that he had a connection with the Dutch woman, but he quickly could not maintain a lie and said that he should consider it. So Gu Shen took him to the North City.

Only two of them, Shang Guanhong looked back several times and found no hidden followers. When he was outside the park, he carefully surveyed nearby. It was finally determined that the Dragon King did not bring other guards.

Shangguanhong nodded. "I think I can take you to a place, but I don't guarantee that the princes are there."

This is the first time that Shang Guanhong mentioned the Dutch woman, using the term "Yu Zhong Shi".

"You joined Xiaoyuetang?" Gu Shen asked casually.

Shangguanhong closed his mouth and turned to enter the deep streets, this time he had to walk in front. Let the Dragon King follow.

The route of the killer is different from that of a normal person. Some of them are on the ground, and more are over the wall. Shangguanhong has no whim. Still returning to the South City along the way, just add a little of his own creativity after more than a hundred steps.

Shangguanhong jumped from the wall to the ground. When the Dragon King followed, he had a sword in his hand. Piercing quietly in the dark.

He has always been empty-handed, and jumping fleas has never been affected. It’s not like hiding weapons, so the first move does have an unexpected effect.

He wants to use this sword to end his own grievances with the Dragon King. The Dragon King saved him and used him. He also despised him. The recent attention can not make up for the previous bullying.

Every time I saw the Dragon King, Shang Guanhong’s mind would appear in a picture many years ago: he came home from the school with his only entourage, and was intercepted by Huan Nuo on the way, hesitating to accept a deal.

Shangguan Hong’s heart is filled with remorse. He believes that his tragic fate is a major change at that moment. He is the master, but he forgets the identity of the master and the demeanor. He even does things for a slave, and thus goes from bad to worse. Slowly, they became pure slaves, and the Dragon King went higher and higher, as if their souls had exchanged after that.

If time can be traced back, he will take a sip on the face of Huannu, and then just say one word: "Roll."

Regrettably, the mistakes of the past cannot be changed and can only be buried at a greater cost. This sword is his means of burial.

Dragon King will not know how strong my martial arts are. Shangguanhong encourages himself over and over again when making plans. Dragon King’s contempt is deep-rooted. This is his biggest loophole. The real killer will not underestimate anyone.

Shang Guanhong stabbed this sword and made a bet with his own life and all his luck and courage.

In the eyes of Gu Shenwei, Shangguanhong has never been a smart person. Even after rigorous training, he can't be a good killer. Perhaps this is contempt, but it is very real.

Shangguanhong has not jumped from the wall. Gu Shenwei has already guessed that he will encounter a sneak attack. This opponent is too impatient. He should have gone beyond a long distance to start, instead of launching an attack within a hundred steps.

However, this sword still surprised Gu Shen, he was not surprised at the weapons that suddenly appeared in the hands of Shang Guanhong, but the sword itself itself turned out to be the most familiar dead man.

The murderousness suddenly rises, not comparable to the Dutch woman, but it is not much worse.

The dead man was once the secret of two people, Gu Shen did not expect the lotus girl to pass it on to others.

Shangguanhong made a mistake. His death was only in the primary stage. Several successful assassinations gave him high confidence. He completely ignored the Dragon King as one of the longest people to practice this sword.

The dead have been attacked and defended by the sword. The best response is to attack.

When Gu Shen jumped from the wall, she rushed straight to Shangguanhong's chest and passed by with the sword. The palm of the hand attacked the immature assassin.

Standing on the street, Gu Shenwei felt a little lost. Even the most important line between him and the lotus girl broke. He went to Shangguanhong and looked at him coldly, holding his handle in his right hand.

Shangguan Hong was trembling, his teeth were fighting, his face was awkward, and it was a madness after a desperate defeat. "Oh, you won, you will win, you will always win, you will always be unlucky, I am really stupid." I haven't killed Shangguanfei yet, so I just went to the Dragon King to practice my hand. Oh, I am a **** fool."

Gu Shen loosened the handle and stretched his left hand to pick up Shang Guanhong. The right hand took the sword in his hand.

A thin and short soft sword, counted as the hilt is not two feet, held in the hand, the blade naturally droops, must have a certain internal strength foundation, in order to use such a sword.

Shangguanhong did a lot of hard work, and he worked hard and hard to study hard. He had to come to the city to assassinate strange swordsmen when he had the opportunity. This is his hard work in Shibao.

"Don't admit defeat so quickly." Gu Shen is the return of the soft sword to the original owner.

Shangguanhong took his weapon in a dull manner. At the same time, a hot air came from the palm of the dragon king, quickly dispelling the chill in the body. "You...you...the dragon king..."

Huannu became a dragon king. Shangguanhong lost his luck and courage, leaving only the body of confusion and horror. "Don't the dragon king kill me?"

"Not killing for the time being, I want you to take me to see the Dutch girl."

Shangguan Hong suddenly realized that the Dragon King did not kill him because he was not soft, but because he was still useful. "The Dragon King is not the opponent of the Imperial Master."

"Maybe, so you can feel free to take me to see her."

Huannu is still so proud. Shangguan Hong’s heart is angry again. He will collect the soft sword and occupy more than half of his waistline. It is convenient for him to pull out at any time. “Don’t blame me for not reminding the Dragon King. Xiaoyuetang is different from the past, and there are many masters. ”

"So, does Xiaoyuetang really start to accept male disciples?"

Shangguanhong was silent for a moment. "No, we are proud of the disciples."

Gu Shenwei immediately remembered another one-armed man, the Mustang, who originally established his own peripheral organization.

"Why do you want to kill the Central Plains Envoy?"

The dragon king said that the change would change. Shangguanhong was shocked and shook his head again and again. "No...not...the building did not kill the Central Plains envoy..."

"What is the injury on your waist?"

"I...that's...the wound that I poked myself." Shangguanhong lost the willpower to keep secrets. "The prince gave me a magical practice..."

"Seven turns and big success."

"Yes, with the help of the Taoist power, it can quickly improve the skill, but ... it also makes my blood increase greatly, I must always bleed, and I have to eat the remedy that the sergeant gave me."

This is the impact of the seven-turn big success on Shangguanhong. There is no bone contraction like the old man. The change happens inside the body. It looks less terrible, but it has fatal consequences.

In order to take revenge, how much a person is willing to pay, Gu Shenwei seems to have seen his own shadow.

"lead the way."

Shangguan Hongjun walked in front and did not make any tricks. He already knew that his sword was far too far from the Dragon King. Because of this, the failed sword did not cause too much damage to him.

Unsurprisingly, Shangguanhong brought Longwang to Wangcheng Lane, the most eccentric street inside and outside of Yuyu City, filled with strange and strange residents, more than half of them are shackles, may be the lowest industry, and may be the best craftsman.

Gu Shenwei stayed here for a while, and fell into the fog of Peng Xianren and lyrical secrets, almost unable to extricate themselves.

The most lively time of the night has passed, Wangcheng Lane is also occupied by silence like other places in Nancheng. Shangguanhong points to the rough door. "I should have come here to take medicine after three days. The person who delivers the medicine may be the sergeant." Maybe not, as for now, I don't know who lives in it."

"Go in." Gu Shen ordered.

Shangguan Hong took a deep breath and took two steps. With a slight push, the door first made a slamming sound, then quietly let go, seeming to recognize the identity of the person.

Like most houses in Wangcheng Lane, the entrance is the house, there is no courtyard in the middle, and there is a black scorpion, like a huge mouth without teeth, waiting for the prey to come in automatically.

Gu Shen pulled out the knife and stepped forward without hesitation.

Shangguan Hong stood at the door and felt incredible about the dragon's boldness and recklessness.

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