Legend of the Gu Demon

With this thought in Ningchen's mind, a few frightening gleams inevitably appeared in his eyes, and a few sneers appeared on his lips as he spoke slowly,

"That's it! It turns out that you used the excuse of raising Fang Zheng and Fang Yuan to occupy their family property!"

"What reason do I have to stop an upright Gu Yue Gu Master from taking back his family property?"

"Wouldn't this ruin my own reputation?"

"What do you think, frozen soil?"

Ningchen looked at Tutu with a faint smile on his face, and a hint of smile in his eyes.

After hearing these words, Dong Tu could only turn blue and white, and felt his blood surge in his heart, but there was nothing he could do about it!

No matter Ningchen's social status, strength or wealth, he, a small second-level Gu Master, could not compare with him!

After all, it is difficult for the Yin family elders to compare with the real elders of the powerful family!

Tutu's face was very ugly, almost squeezed out from between his teeth.

"yes..."

"That's right, and how can you guarantee that Fang Yuan will not continue to cooperate with me in the future?"

"Forget it, if I take a step back, do you really think I still need you?"

"I can brew the green bamboo wine myself and sell it directly to the Jia family caravan without even going through you as an intermediary!"

"And you are so shameless that you threaten me with this? How brave you are!"

The smile on Ningchen's face became thicker and thicker, but it made people feel even more chilled all over.

Slowly leaning back and leaning on the backrest behind him, Ningchen's eyes revealed a hint of amusement as he stared at the frozen soil.

On the other hand, every time Ningchen said a word, Tutu's face became more ugly.

The last sentence of a soft drink reminded him of how Ningchen was able to sit in the position of elder at such an age.

Defeated Qingmao Mountain's number one genius, Bai Ningbing, head-on!

Based on this record alone, there is a reputation that no amount of Yuan Stone can buy for Tutu Flower!

His body trembled slightly, Tutu slowly raised his head, with a bit of fear on his face, and his lips pursed,

"Feel sorry..."

"Forget it, I don't need your apology. From now on, your cooperation with me will end!"

Ningchen sneered, opened his sleeves, stood up suddenly, and walked straight out the door.

Bang! ! !

Ningchen opened the door and left without looking back...

"Lord Ningchen..."

Tutu stared at Ningchen stepping out of the room with deep regret in his heart...

Ningchen walked quietly on the street, gusts of cold wind blowing his hair, and his heart was as cold as the snow.

"Now I am not scarce for Yuan Stone. It is even enough for me to practice for a long time."

"Ending the collaboration with Tundra doesn't have much of an impact on me."

"Now I am sitting in six mortal villages. With a little instruction from mortals, I can brew green bamboo wine with higher yield and better quality!"

"But there is no need at all!"

"Next year, when the caravan arrives, we can take Jia Tiesheng's share from the last purchase, and then we can leave Gu Yue Village!"

"Calculating the time, it seems that it's almost time for Fang Yuan and his group's year-end assessment, right?"

"It's getting closer and closer, this Qingmao Mountain will eventually leave!"

Ningchen suddenly smiled and stood there, his eyes moving with the breeze, drifting into the distance, which was the vast mountains beyond Qingmao Mountain...

The cold wind is howling, the robe is beautiful, and the black hair is dancing behind you...

After the snow, the sun was clear and the clouds were coming out, taking away a little bit of the chill.

In the early morning, a large number of Gu Master students walked into the school.

"The annual end-of-year assessment has begun again!"

"Looking back at the time, it seems that graduating from school a few years ago is still vivid in my mind and right before my eyes!"

Qingshu leaned quietly by the door, with a bit of sadness in his eyes and a bit of sigh in his words,

"Go in, Qingshu, you are still so sentimental!"

Yao Hong stood quietly beside Qing Shu and chuckled.

"Don't worry, our anti-justice father has already made arrangements!"

"That first-class genius really wants us to be nannies for this genius!"

"This nanny is not that easy to be!"

"Forget it, let's go in first and talk about it later!"

Qingshu sighed and slowly followed the students into the school.

Entering the school, the students did not enter the school, but entered the martial arts field nearby and sat down one after another.

As the number of people increases, so does the discussion.

"Look, that's not Lord Qingshu!"

"And those are Lord Chining and Senior Chishan!"

"That's Miss Mo Yan over there!"

"I can't enter Lord Qingshu, Lord Moyan and Lord Chishan's group! If I go in, it will be much easier!"

"It's not like you can get into their group just because you want to!"

...

While the students were observing them, people like Qingshu were also observing them.

Suddenly, Yaohong seemed to have discovered something and screamed,

"Huh? Why are there two Founders?"

"Oops! I told you earlier that I needed to read the information. That's Fang Zheng's brother, Fang Yuan!"

Seeing this, Qingshu covered his forehead, with a slightly helpless look on his face, and then Yaohong suddenly realized,

"Yeah, they two brothers look so much alike!"

"Is this Fang Yuan the Fang Yuan who wrote poetry in his early years?"

"good!"

"What a pity. Should we include him in the team?"

"No need, not to mention whether he will agree or not, he only has a C-level qualification, there is no need to drag him along!"

Qingshu looked at the thin Fang Yuan in the distance and shook his head. His eyes became a little complicated for a moment, and his expression became a little unnatural.

Fang Yuan's figure now closely overlapped with a figure in his heart.

The same deep eyes, the same withdrawn personality, the same C-level qualifications...

Fortunately, Yaohong caught Qingshu's abnormality and quickly greeted him,

"Qingshu, what's wrong with you?"

"I...It's nothing, I just remembered something..."

Qingshu's eyes were wandering, and upon closer inspection, they drifted to the seats on the high platform from time to time.

Yaohong followed Qingshu's gaze and was silent for a moment. She knew the reason for Qingshu's abnormality.

But because of this, she fell into silence...

His hair is as black as an abyss, his ink robe is like a pool, his eyes are as calm as a mirror lake, and his face is extremely handsome and majestic!

If it wasn't Ningchen, who could it be?

At this time, Ningchen, who was sitting high on the high platform, seemed to be aware of Qingshu and Yaohong's gaze, and glanced quietly.

The people who caught his eye were Qingshu and Yaohong. Such acquaintances naturally made a mocking smile rise on Ningchen's lips.

At this time, the elder's question suddenly came to my ears,

"Elder Ningchen, who do you think you will favor in this year-end assessment?"

"I'm really not sure, what about you?"

"Of course he is a first-class genius, Founder!"

"I also think Fang Zheng will win the first place in one fell swoop!"

"Well, it seems that everyone has great confidence in Founder!"

Ningchen looked at everyone with a smile on his face, and everyone also smiled after hearing this.

"This Fangzheng is a first-class genius in our village!"

"The only first-class genius! With the personal guidance of the clan leader, how can he not win the title?"

The smile on Ningchen's face did not diminish when he saw this, he looked at a thin figure in the corner of the martial arts arena, and talked slowly,

"Yeah, then let me guess the brother with great skills, Fang Yuan!"