Senior Brother Jianxian is Going to Have a Good Time Today

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Hua Chuyan brought Shu Lan and Shu Yue back to Huazong.

Hua Yueyou made tea for them, and accepted the two sisters as his own disciples.

In the courtyard, Hua Chuyan and Hua Yueyou looked at each other.

"Master...that guy...isn't dead?"

"What he told me is that he will come back in a year." Hua Yueyou replied softly, "This little guy is not at all reassuring, and I don't know what is so good about that Luo Yesheng, and she is fascinated of."

Hua Chuyan pouted her lips slightly, "He said this is also his own obsession."

"It's fine if it's broken." Hua Yueyou sighed softly, looking at the sky in the distance.

Little guy, you can't lie to me.

……

Ning Daoqian was the most anxious person in these two days.

Although Luo Yesheng broke through the realm, the sword ancestor's true soul was really cut to pieces by Gu Yuan's sword. Ning Daoqian tried his best, even with a hundred years of cultivation, to let the sword ancestor's true soul survive. A wisp of remnant soul survives.

But the reincarnation ceremony that was supposed to be held this year will take at least three years.

He sighed softly.

Maybe that's a good thing too.

……

Ning Xiu had been sitting on the top of the mountain for three days and three nights.

Ning Qingyao appeared behind him at some point, looked at his face, "What are you on about?"

"Brother Gu is dead."

"If you die, then die." Ning Qingyao replied flatly.

"I don't understand why Brother Gu would do such a thing in the Eastern Region Grand Competition... No matter what you think, Brother Gu shouldn't be an evil cultivator..."

Ning Xiu's tone was full of disappointment. He turned his head and looked at Ning Qingyao, "Aren't you on good terms with Brother Gu? Why aren't you sad?"

"The person is dead, is it useful for me to be sad?" Ning Qingyao replied lightly.

Ning Xiu was silent.

Ning Qingyao turned her face away, "It's okay now, you are really the No.1 of the younger generation in the Eastern Region."

She walked briskly on her snow-white calves.

...I don't believe you're really going to die.

...But when you appear in front of me, I will still bite you hard.

...Bite you to death!

……

Before him was chaos.

The Mirror Demon sat high on a chair, folded her arms across her chest, and looked down at Gu Yuan.

"This is your real body?" Gu Yuan looked at her with a strange expression.

"No." The mirror demon replied lightly.

The mirror demon is now incarnate as a woman, a woman that Gu Yuan has never seen before, but she is unbelievably good-looking, even more beautiful than all the women Gu Yuan has ever seen.

As if every inch of her skin was born out of destiny, she is the true supreme goddess.

But the goddess is now wearing a maid skirt, still dangling white silk calves.

This is Gu Yuan's sea of ​​soul.

The two looked at each other for several seconds.

"What do you want?" Gu Yuan looked into her eyes.

"I'm afraid you won't get what I want."

"How do you know if you don't try it?" Gu Yuan smiled at her.

"I want you to annihilate this woman's spirit and give me her body!" The mirror demon stared straight at Gu Yuan's face.

"It's a word."

"I only give you ten years. If you can't do it, I will take away your body. Your soul has already been imprinted by me. Even if you repair your soul, you can't resist me even a little bit." .”

"Okay." Gu Yuan smiled lightly at her.

"You don't even know what kind of existence she is, and you dare to say yes?" The mirror demon raised his brows lightly.

"When my mind and soul were shattered and I was about to die, I seemed to see a little bit of vague memory." Gu Yuan smiled happily, "It seems that I am also some kind of extraordinary existence."

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The mirror demon was obviously particularly interested in Gu Yuan's words.

"What?" She tilted her head and looked into his eyes.

"I don't know too well, I just saw some vague pictures." Gu Yuan shook his head helplessly.

"What did you see?"

Gu Yuan was silent for a while, "I saw the fallen god."

……

On a carriage traveling from the Eastern Territory to the Central State.

Gu Yuan spent a lot of money to hire a coachman, and prepared to go to Xuanpo City in Zhongzhou. Compared with Yujian, the speed of a carriage is of course far slower, but Gu Yuan can only choose this way of travel now.

The technique of Jin Chan's shelling is actually not that amazing, it uses the original ability of his blood race to keep all the memories in a drop of blood, and use that drop of blood to re-fabricate Gu Yuan.

So now his qi and blood are deficient, his mind and soul are damaged, and his body is even weaker than an ordinary person. He looks like a sick young man who is sick.

Originally, his plan was to go directly to the Western Regions, but after he woke up, the system, which usually has no sense of existence, rarely issued a mission for him.

Now his total points are only 100, and the reward points for this task are [-] million.

"Go to Xuanpo City in Zhongzhou, participate in the World's No. [-] Sword Competition, and win the leader."

When Gu Yuan saw the mission, he was still in a daze for a while. He had actually heard about this World's No. [-] Swordsmanship Conference, and it was something from the martial arts world.

Yes, martial arts.

Even though there are immortal cultivators in this world, martial arts still exist. They are knights with superb martial arts skills. Even if they cannot practice, they are still in the rivers and lakes, leaving many interesting stories.

If he has a little bit of Qi training now, this so-called No. [-] Swordsmanship Conference will not hinder him too much, but let alone Qi training now, not only is there not a single trace of it in his body With the spiritual energy, his body is still weak, and he may not even be able to hold a black iron sword tightly.

Gu Yuan can only hope that he can rest more during this journey, and after getting the 100 million points, he can barely redeem some things in the system mall first, so that his soul will not be so painful.

From the Eastern Territory to Zhongzhou, it would take at least ten days to use a horse-drawn carriage. Gu Yuan had already sat in this carriage for five days, and the journey was not that bumpy. The coachman was hired by Gu Yuan at a high price. Is a warrior.

According to the rules of their worldly martial arts, he is a sixth-rank martial artist. It is said that he is also well-known in this Jianghu, but Gu Yuan is not very clear about it.

Gu Yuan lifted the curtain and glanced out the window, the moon was dark and the stars were sparse, and the two were walking through the forest.

"Young Master Gu, I'm afraid we should be more careful tonight."

The groom's name was Song Che, and he looked 27 or [-] years old, and his figure didn't look too big, but he looked a bit like a jade-faced scholar.

"Why?" Gu Yuan's voice was also somewhat weak.

"This road has never been peaceful, and there are some bandits and bandits." Song Che just responded to Gu Yuan's words, and he suddenly reined in his horse. Gu Yuan opened the door curtain of the carriage, and saw burning torches and long knives silver light.

It really is what you say.

Song Che got off his horse, but he was not afraid. Instead, he saluted the bandits first.

"Brothers, let me, Song Che, send our young master to Zhongzhou to attend the World's No. [-] Sword Competition. Please do your best."

Gu Yuan heard the dozen bandits in front of him start whispering.

Until a bandit who looked like he was in charge came out. He was wearing a beast suit, his face was full of stubble, and his voice was strong and thick, "Song Che, are you that jade-faced scholar, Song Che?"

"It's right here." Song Che's expression was neither humble nor overbearing, and there was a little pride in his eyes.

As a sixth-rank martial artist, he naturally didn't have much fear when he saw those in front of him who didn't have much martial arts background. He took out a bag of silver from his sleeve and threw it to the master, "Here's some money for wine, please help me." Make it easy."

The bag contained quite a lot of silver, of course Gu Yuan gave it to Song Che in advance, and to avoid trouble along the way, the head of the house took the silver, opened the bag and took a look, then didn’t say anything, looked at Song Che Che and the carriage behind him smiled without saying a word.

Song Che's expression didn't change, "Does the head of the family think the money is not enough?"

"If these silver coins are ordinary, I will let you go. Unfortunately, recently, some gods who are temporarily in distress have come to our Senluo Village and pointed out a way for us to practice. So... today I am afraid I can't let you go."

Song Che's complexion changed slightly. From the mouth of the head of the family, he said the words of the god in trouble. He had already secretly thought that something was wrong. He has been walking in the rivers and lakes for so many years, and it is not unheard of those immortal cultivators who are far away in the sky. According to their legend, he was also fortunate enough to see a practitioner's method. The sword in his hand was automatic without wind, and he easily cut off the heads of more than a dozen people.

"The two of us just want to make it easier. If you don't have enough money..." Song Che gritted his teeth, and took out a bank note from his pocket. This bank note was worth a thousand taels.

He bet on whether the other party would be greedy again.

"Here is a thousand taels of silver. We already have all our belongings here. We just want to buy our lives. Why should we make such a fuss?"

The head of the family hurriedly put the bank note into his arms, and after verifying the authenticity, the head of the house hesitated for a while, and finally waved his hands, "Let's go."

Song Che breathed a sigh of relief, and just as he got on the horse and was about to leave, a clear female voice sounded from behind him.

"Unexpectedly, Song Che, the jade-faced scholar that my mother mentioned, turned out to be such a soft-boned thing."

Everyone looked back.

Under the bright moonlight, a girl in white clothes unexpectedly appeared and walked out of the shadow.

Gu Yuan glanced at the girl in white through the door curtain. She has a good appearance, a slender figure, a thick layer of calluses on her right hand, and her figure looks slender, but her steps are steady and powerful. It is especially sufficient.

"Who is this girl?" Song Che looked at her slightly confused.

"Lin Ning." The girl in white snorted coldly, raised her hand, and pulled out the long sword behind her back.

That's a really nice sword.

The blade of the sword looked unbelievably sharp, and the pattern on it was especially delicate and beautiful, but it needed to be a little more delicate. When Song Che saw the girl's sword tassel, his pupils shrank sharply.

"Who are you, Lin Changge?"