Inside the big red box inlaid with gold and beads, there was a bloody head.
The face was completely ruined, and the facial features were also dug out, leaving only one right ear, and a black gold ancient phoenix earring hanging from the earlobe.
The next moment when the box was opened, the cacophony of persuasion to drink, knocking teeth, clinking glasses, and nonsense cleared the gate, and everyone was stunned.
At this moment, the man with short hair disappeared.
The next moment, it appeared on the left side of the hall, on the side of the noble person of the Huaizi Yuan.
There was an extra blue cloth bag in his hand, and he smiled: "Thank you" Immediately after jumping around, the person had reached the door, and was about to rush out of the hall.
Most of the people were drunk for five or six minutes, only the head Li Qingyun was relatively sober, and he slapped a palm in the air towards the door, and a green mang came out of his hand, condensing into a huge palm phantom in mid-air, and slapped it firmly on the person's back.
The man snorted, spurted a puddle of blood, and staggered out the door.
Zhang Gui touched his waist and hurriedly shouted, "Not good" Before he could finish speaking, the man chased after him like an arrow, and the others followed.
When I arrived at the courtyard, I saw dozens of miscellaneous servants who had been working in the courtyard staggering to and from place in a pool of blood on the ground, as if a figure had passed through the gate and went out of the courtyard, and everyone chased them out.
In an instant, the courtyard fell silent.
Wei Buer hid behind the fence of the corridor and looked up, and there was only one man and one woman left in the courtyard.
The man had a round face and broad ears, straight eyebrows, and a gentle appearance, and he recognized Gu Yousheng, the second disciple of Gu Naichun's sect.
The woman could only see the distant shadow, but the white gauze was hazy, the long sleeves were insignificant, the jade neck was repaired, and the green silk was murmuring.
Fuji has a vague impression of it, as if he is also a disciple of this sect.
He was about to stand up and talk to the two about what had happened in the previous courtyard.
But seeing that Gu Yousheng's eyebrows were extremely calm, without any surprised or sad look, he felt that something was not quite right, and leaned down to observe quietly.
Suddenly, he remembered something, and hurriedly took out a mirror from his arms, hid it in the gap in the corridor, and took a picture at the two.
I saw that Gu Yousheng had looked at those miscellaneous servants one by one, all of them had lost their breath, and although their bodies were full of blood, the wounds were only extremely thin lines.
The woman then asked, "Senior Brother Gu, can you see some clues" The voice was very pleasant.
Gu Yousheng sneered: "Most of the murderers are the unsuccessful senior brother of my family. ” As he spoke, he took a look around the courtyard and kicked over the bodies of a few handymen.
Suddenly, after a few steps to the rockery, the woman's face changed, and she followed him.
Sure enough, the body of the man in green shirt was dragged out from behind the rockery.
Fuji squinted and saw the man in the green shirt lying motionless on the ground, the person had already fainted, his face seemed to be blue and black, and there were some dense blood stains on his clothes.
Gu Yousheng smiled, walked slowly closer, reached out and touched the right side of the man's cheek, felt an imperceptible slit, and snapped his index finger, only to hear the sound of "tearing", and lifted a wet human skin mask.
Behind the mask, there are large and small pieces of red clay dough sticking to them.
When I opened it, I saw a rather handsome man's face, but it was a little pale at the moment.
Fuji also saw this person's face, and he only felt extremely faced.
Looking at Gu Yousheng again, he lowered his head and smiled at the man in green shirts: "Senior Brother Nan, don't come to harm, our master's Ning Yun palm is not very delicious."
As he spoke, he suddenly felt a chill on his back, so he turned around and slapped a punch without looking back, and met the imposing palm upright, and said with a smile: "Senior Sister Mu, this joke is not very good. ” It turned out that the woman behind him took advantage of him to speak and slapped him on his vest.
When Wei Buer heard Senior Sister Mu's title, he immediately guessed the identity of this woman.
I often hear people talk about it, saying that there is a very proud female disciple under the main seat of the Baohui Academy of the Ice Grinding Academy, named Mu Wanfeng, who is beautiful and refined, one in a million, and her cultivation qualifications are quite rare, most of them are this woman.
But I don't know why she suddenly used a cold arrow on Gu Yousheng.
Mu Wanfeng's sneak attack failed, but it was also difficult to ride a tiger, and her pretty eyes were sharp, and she immediately jumped upward.
A blue light sword hung in his ear, and with a wave of his right hand, the sword was divided into three, and the volley poked at Gu Yousheng's head and chest.
Gu Yousheng's face froze, and he knew that this move was called Sanyun Kaitai, and it was an extremely powerful fight for the enemy in the Floating Cloud Imperial Sword Duel, which Bao Hui, the master of the Ice Milling Academy, was good at.
The sword momentum directly takes the opponent's hand Sanyang through the three death points, followed by thirteen consecutive moves, the hand to defeat the enemy first, attack the enemy's life, the momentum is like a flood to break the embankment, you have to take the enemy's life to stop.
Although he was self-assured, he didn't dare to hold it up, and his index finger turned in a circle, and a square ruler with a silver body inlaid with jade and a carved brocade mouse stood in front of him.
With a little silent recitation in his mouth, the square ruler took the midpoint as the axis, and spun in place, turning to the extreme, only to see a flickering disc hanging in the air.
Immediately afterwards, with a flick of the index finger, three silver-bodied brocade rats with large heads flashed out of the disc in an instant, and flew into the air separately, opening their bloody mouths, and swallowing three sword lights in an instant.
But before he could be a little proud, the three-headed golden rat suddenly swelled in size, and in just a few blinks of an eye, it swelled its belly, and the momentum of the three sword lights decreased slightly.
Mu Wanfeng's expression was cold, and he said coldly: "Senior Brother Gu, when you go to the underworld, you only blame yourself for being too smart." ” Before the words fell, the three sword lights were sandwiched with a strong wind, and they covered Gu Yousheng's head, and they were about to split him in half with just their momentum.
Na Gu Yousheng saw that the killing move was in front of him, but he didn't see the slightest panic, and replied: "I'm afraid that it may not be." ” The person smiled slightly, his body fell, his back was straight, his knees were bent and his legs were bent, and his horse was straight.
Then he turned his left hand behind his back, and saw that the sword was attacking, and only stretched out his right hand in front of him, and the silver light in his palm was great, and he dialed left and right, only to see a burst of fire splashing, and heard the sound of crackling metal.
After a while, he used only his right hand to dissolve this sharp move.
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Mu Wanfeng's head was unsuccessful, and the three swords were divided into six, and the back moves were one after another, and he attacked again.
At first, it was only like a bright day and a sunny day to raid three or five dense clouds, and there was already a heavy cloud covering the sun in the middle, and at the end of the hand, several sword lights flew like snakes flying in the sky, if there were dark clouds in the sky and a downpour was coming.
Gu Yousheng is like a rock, standing still in the strong wind and the swift movement of the clouds.
For the first time in his life, Wei Buer saw the monk's fighting method, he was both excited and nervous, his eyes were unblinking, his heart was full of envy, and countless thoughts flashed.
Gu and Mu attacked and defended a few moves, and Mu Wanfeng finished a set of "Sanyun Kaitai", but he still didn't hurt Gu Yousheng in the slightest.
Seeing that everyone had been chasing out of the yard for some time, I was even more anxious and was about to change my moves.
Suddenly, I heard Gu Yousheng smile and said: "Senior Sister Mu, we have learned these tricks, but it is just a small fight, and it is really not interesting for you uncles and uncles not to come to evaluate it." ” Mu Wanfeng's face was stunned, his heart was shocked, and he thought: "This fighting method, I am only afraid of attracting others, so I deliberately lower my voice."
But I didn't notice that he seemed to be deliberately silent, and quietly passed a few tricks with me. ” Thinking about it, the offensive slowed down a little, but he said: "Uncle Gu always said that there are no high-level apprentices under the door, so I don't know that Senior Brother Gu is really not visible." ” As he spoke, he snorted coldly: "It's just that your powerful skills are not quite like the exercises in our sect, so it is difficult to bring art to invest in the master, or don't send them into the sect." ” At this point, he deliberately stopped.
Gu Yousheng arched his hand and replied, "Senior Sister Mu, my tricks are very rough, but I specially practiced them for you to see."
Now, Senior Sister Mu has Gu's handle in her hand, and Gu has Sister Mu's handle in her hand, let's each hold it, so let's talk about it calmly. ” Mu Wanfeng waved her hand, and the Qingguang Sword was put into her pocket: "What do you want to talk about?"
As he spoke, a smile hung lightly on his face.
Gu Yousheng couldn't help but take a look, the woman in front of him, talking and laughing like a spring breeze and rain, like the morning sun caressing her body, full of strands and soft and bright temperament hit her face.
He swallowed his saliva, his eyes rolled a few times, and his gaze rolled seven or eight times on Mu Wanfeng's body before he smiled: "What I want to say is only related to Yun Yinjing."
A pair of clear spring gurgling eyes, two bends of blue eyebrows and the heavenly river.
The pretty nose skillfully makes a clear mountain view, and the lip boat floats in anticipation of dusk.
Ode to the evening maple bell Guanyi: