Who among the gangsters wants to fall in love?

Chapter 160 Master
Snowflakes are flying, but the cold winter wind is occasionally mixed with a few sparks, bringing a sense of heat.

The sudden deafening explosion has alarmed the entire city of Taiyuan. Countless people walked out of their houses and looked in the direction of the palace, all with expressions of disbelief.

As for Luoxia Street, where Zhao Wumian had robbed a horse in the past, there was neither Luoxia nor a horse at this moment, only two men fighting in the snow.

The sound of fighting disturbed the residents near Luoxia Street, but as it was a turbulent time, they did not dare to go out and could only look out the window. Some sharp-eyed people recognized the identity of Master Guishou and were surprised.

Zhenren Gui Shou has been famous for a long time. As early as ten years ago, he had already won the title of the number one person under Wu Kuang. Now, ten years have passed, and he has already reached the end of the road to Grandmaster. The next step is only Wu Kuang... Who can fight with him so hard?

The sword that man used was a horizontal sword... There were many people using horizontal swords in the martial arts world, but in the past month, the most popular swordsman in the martial arts world was only Zhao Wumian.

clang----

The swords clashed, making a crisp sound that was deafening.

The sword was so strange and swift that Zhao Wumian was forced to retreat again and again, until he hit the wall of a house behind him. When he had nowhere to retreat, Gui Shou Zhenren suddenly took a light step, his speed suddenly increased, and he slapped out with his palm, and his Taoist robe bulged.

This is the Yin-Yang Palm, which looks like an ordinary palm, but in fact it complements the Yin-Yang Sword he uses. Once it comes into contact with Zhao Wumian, the two internal forces will mix together. Not to mention crippling Zhao Wumian's arms, it will at least catch him off guard.

Although it was the first time that Zhao Wumian saw the Liang Yi Palm, he was aware of how powerful Gui Shou was. He did not take the attack head-on, but stomped his feet on the ground, moved to the side, twisted his wrist slightly, and held the knife in his backhand. The knife in his hand suddenly drew a white light horizontally in the direction of the move, pointing directly at Gui Shou's ribs.

Taoist Gui Shou frowned slightly, the two were too close to each other, and he couldn't stretch out his sword, so he bent his forearm slightly, bounced up his right leg, and actually hit the blade of the horizontal sword with his elbow and knee, making a "pop" sound as if the air was squeezed out, making the sword cut through his Taoist robe and could no longer move forward.

Then, his palm brushed past Zhao Wumian's shoulder and imprinted on the wall. The wall did not explode, but a palm print was left behind. The palm print turned into fine dust when the cold wind blew, and swirled in the air along the direction of the Tai Chi diagram, leaving only a palm-shaped hole, but did not break the wall at all.

There was a hint of surprise in Zhao Wumian's eyes. He took the knife and waved his palm, one hard and one soft, combining both hardness and softness instead of sticking to the softness of Tai Chi.

If it was simply a smooth switching between hard and soft, it would only be the move of a master. However, when the two ideas were mixed together so naturally, we could see the style of Gui Shou Zhenren, a master of martial arts.

But Master Gui Shou is a master of martial arts, so could it be that Zhao Wumian is not one?
He wanted to move to the side, but the sword in his hand was clamped and could not move forward. Zhao Wumian, who was holding the sword, paused, but he reacted very quickly. He stepped on the wall behind him with one foot, and a big hole appeared in the wall. He then flew into the air, using the sword as a fulcrum, and raised his boots high like a whip to sweep across.

call--

A strong wind suddenly blew on the street, and Zhao Wumian's leg smashed a small hole in the snow curtain, and his long boot hit Gui Shou Zhenren's back of the head.

Master Gui Shou stepped on the ground with one foot, holding the sword with one leg and one arm. It was impossible for him to maintain this posture and dodge without getting hurt.

But Zhao Wumian's fulcrum was this knife, so Gui Shou Zhenren loosened his elbows and knees without hesitation, bent his body down, and avoided Zhao Wumian's leg.

He kicked the wall, causing it to collapse suddenly, with dust and bricks flying everywhere.

Then, in order to avoid Zhao Wumian's sword, Gui Shou Zhenren stomped his feet on the snow, and almost lay on the snow to rush sideways, but the tip of the sword still brushed against his ribs, and blood mixed with snowflakes.

Gui Shou Zhenren's expression remained unchanged. He slapped the snow with one hand to leverage the force and turned his prone body to face the sky. With his other hand, he tightly grasped the long sword and first cut through the debris and smoke on the side of the wall like cutting tofu, splitting the smoke into two and scattering it to the left and right. Then he swung the long sword in a semicircle, and the tip of the sword slashed towards Zhao Wumian's waist!
But Zhao Wumian had no fulcrum in the air and nowhere to gain leverage. His sword just brushed against Gui Shou Zhenren's ribs, and he kept holding the sword in his backhand, trying to block the sword.

Zhenren Gui Shou sneered in his heart. If Zhao Wumian tried to take his sword in this posture, he would at least be chopped off and sent flying several feet away. Thus, he could follow this flaw and kill Zhao Wumian.

At the moment when the sword and the knife collided, Zhao Wumian was indeed forced to fly backwards by the force, but he inserted his sword into the snow to gain leverage, and his body floated to the ground. He then took three steps back and stabilized his body. There was no flaw left, only the ground beneath his feet exploded and the sleeve of his right arm holding the sword was torn.

There was a hint of astonishment in Master Gui Shou's eyes, he was very familiar with this posture... Usually those of them who practiced Tai Chi would do the same when reducing force. It seemed that they were bearing a huge force, but in fact, they were not affected at all, and they could remove the force with just a few steps.

In just a few days, Zhao Wumian learned Tai Chi and also learned how to reduce force?

Master Gui Shou entered Wugong Mountain at the age of three, practiced internal skills at the age of four to lay the foundation, and started practicing external skills when his bones were almost developed at the age of eight. By the time he had mastered Tai Chi and the art of force reduction, he was already twelve years old.

Although four years may not seem like a long time, ordinary disciples of Wugong Mountain need twenty years of preparation just to get started... just like Qin Shuzi.

So what kind of a shit talent does Zhao Wumian have? Is it some kind of treasure related to time? It takes me one day to practice, but he takes one year to practice?
Actually, it was true, but Zhao Wumian was practicing martial arts in a fantasy world in his mind that was infinitely close to reality. The dragon-patterned green jade pendant and the Naraku red silk complemented each other, enough to allow him to discard those garbage memories that had nothing to do with martial arts and only retain the essence of practicing martial arts...but the only shortcoming was that although it was close to reality, he was not practicing martial arts with his own body. In other words, his brain knew it, but his body lacked actual combat experience, so he was still a little short of the mark.

If not for this, Zhao Wumian would not have had to retreat three steps, and the sleeve of his right arm would not have been torn.

But since Master Guishou is here, isn't he Zhao Wumian's natural mentor in practicing Tai Chi and reducing strength?
A flash of distracting thoughts passed through Zhao Wumian's mind, but he did not stop moving. He held the knife in both hands and stomped the ground with his boots.

"drink!"

He roared, and the floor tiles under his feet cracked again. He rushed towards Gui Shou Zhenren like a cannonball. The veins on his exposed right arm spread, and his muscles bulged. He drew a white line in the snow with his sword, and his violent energy crushed all the snowflakes around him into water droplets.

At this moment, Master Gui Shou had just gotten up from the ground. In the blink of an eye, the blade was approaching him. This time it was his turn to change his expression. He hastily held the sword and placed it on top of the horizontal sword.

clang--

There was a loud bang of metal colliding, followed by a powerful force that lifted the snow under the two people's feet, revealing the bluestone tiles beneath the snow.

Veins bulged on Master Gui Shou's forehead, and he no longer had the relaxed look he had before in Qin Fengzhai. The bluestone tiles under his feet suddenly exploded, cutting off a large part of his strength, but Zhao Wumian stepped on the ground again, and Master Gui Shou's sword struck his chest. Then Zhao Wumian used his sword to block the sword and pushed Master Gui Shou backwards.

This move is one of Wan Yue Xian's killer moves, 'Yue Wan Tian He', which almost mobilizes the body's internal energy and strength to concentrate on one sword. Afterwards, Zhao Wumian's right arm must have been strained and his meridians damaged, but the lethality is also considerable.

Master Guishou's feet slid on the bluestone floor tiles, leaving a deep groove. His back then smashed another wall and he was knocked into a house.

No one lives in the house. This was one of the houses that Zhao Wumian smashed when he robbed the horse. Now, a month has passed, and the frame has just been repaired. It is still not habitable.

The blade of Zhao Wumian's sword was almost imprinted on Gui Shou Zhenren's chest, leaving a blood line from his shoulder to his waist. If he continued to push forward, he would surely be cut in two. Seeing that he was at a disadvantage, if he tried to retreat and dodge, Zhao Wumian would definitely press on.

Taoist Gui Shou's eyes immediately turned red, and he mobilized all his energy. His Taoist robe fluttered without wind. He no longer used his strength to parry, but instead extended one hand and suddenly pressed it towards Zhao Wumian's heart.

The force of the sword weakened, and with a "swish" sound, the blade slashed into Gui Shou Zhenren's chest, three inches into the flesh. But if he wanted to go further, Gui Shou Zhenren would surely hit Zhao Wumian on the heart.

With his internal strength, this palm strike would surely break Zhao Wumian's heart and veins, leaving him with no chance of survival.

Zhao Wumian was about to retreat, but he found that his sword was stuck in Gui Shou Zhenren's chest. He felt a very sticky touch and couldn't pull it out. Did Gui Shou Zhenren use Tai Chi at this moment? How did he do it?
In any case, it is obvious that Gui Shou Zhenren has fought for his life.

Just a moment's pause and Zhao Wumian missed the chance to dodge.

Zhenren Gui Shou's eyes were extremely cold, but Zhao Wumian was not killed by the palm strike as he had expected. Instead, his speed suddenly increased greatly, and he narrowly avoided the palm strike and slid backwards, taking several steps back. If he had been a little slower, his life would have been in danger, and he would not even have had time to retrieve the sword stuck in the old Taoist's chest.

Gui Shou Zhenren was slightly stunned, then he immediately understood and said in a cold voice: "Naraku Red Silk... So you have found it."

The sword was stuck in Gui Shou Zhenren's chest, and Zhao Wumian was left without a weapon in his hand, but fortunately, in order to prevent this situation, he had taken off his handkerchief and wrapped it around his left wrist, ensuring that he could use it at any time as long as he injected his internal energy.

He shook his aching right arm and looked at Master Guishou walking slowly. "I stole it from the palace, so it's naturally in my hands."

Gui Shou Zhenren gave a smile without any emotion.

"My senior brother has been looking for Naraku's red thread for many days, but he didn't find it. Instead, he found traces of you running out of the palace in a hurry and being chased. The dragon robe was torn to pieces and scattered everywhere... I heard that the princess met you in Qinfeng Village, and you were seriously injured and covered in blood at that time. Your strength was only one tenth of what it was... You don't want revenge, but you actually got involved in this matter?"

Zhao Wumian narrowed his eyes slightly. It was obvious that the news was conveyed to Dong Yan by Wu Ming, so only Master Gui Shou knew it so clearly. But Master Gui Shou's words were as if he had found clues about the person who was chasing Zhao Wumian.

But the one who tracked down Naraku's red thread was Guiyi Zhenren, not him.

Therefore, Zhao Wumian said calmly: "Regarding my enemies, I will go find Master Guiyi to ask them clearly."

Master Gui Shou held a sword in one hand and pulled out the horizontal knife printed on his chest with the other hand. He pressed a few acupoints on his body to stop the bleeding, with a blank expression on his face.

These two weren't here to chat.

The two of them used the time they spent on the few words to reconcile their restless internal breath and qi and blood. After all, Zhao Wumian had just made a big move, and Gui Shou Zhenren was injured, so it was inevitable that his internal breath was unstable and his qi and blood were surging.

In just a few breaths, the two exchanged a few moves. Taoist Gui Shou was injured, but it was not fatal. Although Zhao Wumian was not injured, he had lost his weapon. It was hard to tell who suffered the loss for a moment. But at this moment, Zhao Wumian had no weapon. How could he fight against Taoist Gui Shou with his finger techniques alone?
With a change of mind, Gui Shou Zhenren rushed out with a sword in his hand, and pressed towards Zhao Wumian with the sword and the sword with tremendous force.

At this moment, the big fat bird Snow Owl appeared outside the hole in the house, crying loudly.

Since it woke up, Zhao Wumian had fed it well and taken care of it for four days. Now that they had arrived in Taiyuan City, Zhao Wumian let it fly high in the sky to guard the surroundings.

Now it suddenly cried, and no one knew why. However, Zhao Wumian had been with it for so long that he could understand the general meaning.

This means reinforcements have arrived... Snow Owl has not seen many people, and those who can be regarded as reinforcements by it must be the girls who have been separated from Zhao Wumian for a long time.

They are also in Taiyuan? Are they being hunted by someone?

Thinking of this, Zhao Wumian immediately stepped back, rushed out of the house and came to the wide street.

On the street, many people came out of their houses and looked over here curiously. When they saw Zhao Wumian rushing out, they were so frightened that their faces changed and they crawled back into their houses to hide.

At a glance, Zhao Wumian saw a graceful figure in white flying towards him at a very fast speed on the rooftop dozens of feet away from him.

The distance was too far and her face could not be clearly seen, but she was wearing a luxurious fox fur coat and a white dress, so it was definitely Murier.

It looks like he is not being chased and is not in any danger.

Zhao Wumian breathed a sigh of relief, and without any delay, he flew towards Mu Lier without hesitation.

He has no weapons and does not know how to use fists or palms, so he is a student with only one subject. There is no need for him to use his weakness to attack his strengths.

And Mu Lier was holding the Bi Bo... Because this gun was too conspicuous, he left it in Pingyang.

Now that she is in Murier's arms, she must have met Luo Chaoyan and Guan Yunshu in the past few days... So, most of the girls should be in Taiyuan.

Zhenren Guishou followed him out of the house and also saw Mu Lier in the distance. He felt a little depressed, but Zhao Wumian was a lamb to be slaughtered without a weapon. If he didn't kill him now, he would have no chance when he left Taiyuan.

Zhao Wumian holds the remaining troops of King Jin and must die in Taiyuan today!

He stomped his feet, turning into a shadow and following closely behind Zhao Wumian.

Zhao Wumian has been practicing martial arts for over a month, and is an expert in both swordsmanship and spear, no worse than any grandmaster. Only his lightness skill and swordsmanship are slightly inferior to those of grandmasters of the same level. Therefore, the gap between Gui Shou Zhenren and Zhao Wumian is closing rapidly.

Mu Lier, who was far away, had excellent eyesight. Seeing her good disciple, whom she had not seen for a long time, being "bullied" by the old Taoist priest Guishou, her pretty face instantly turned cold. However, the distance was too far. Even if she chased with all her strength, Zhao Wumian would still be slashed by several swords and knives before she arrived.

Mu Lier took a deep breath, and stomped her white boots hard. The eaves beneath her feet instantly burst. She flew into the air, spun twice, and the fox fur behind her opened in the sky like an oil-paper umbrella. Behind the fox fur, green waves instantly burst out from her palms and pierced through the snow curtain.

Mu Lier was able to pull a seven-stone bow, so her arm strength was extremely amazing. In just a blink of an eye, the spear crossed a distance of dozens of feet, brushed past Zhao Wumian's side, and suddenly stabbed towards Gui Shou Zhenren who was less than seven steps away from him.

Gui Shou Zhenren was surprised, and he did not expect that Mu Lier had such a trick. The long spear contained great power and could not be blocked head-on. Gui Shou Zhenren put his sword on the spear shaft, used the Tai Chi intention, and pushed the spear to the side. But Zhao Wumian, who was fleeing in a hurry, stepped on the ground and turned around suddenly.

The green wave was about three meters long. At this moment, Gui Shou Zhenren blocked it with a sword, but the end of the gun was still beside Zhao Wumian, so he held the gun tightly with one hand, bent the other hand, and slammed his elbow on the gun barrel.

The spear body, which was about to be pushed to the side, was instantly tensed and pressed down by this force. Master Gui Shou had to use his sword to block the spear body to avoid being forced to his knees by the spear.

As the saying goes, 'When a sword fights a gun, there is a high probability of death'. The gun is born to be the king of all weapons. Given the distance, any swordsman or knifeman of the same level can basically not be a match for the gunman.

Gui Shou Zhenren would understand this principle, so as soon as his sword was placed on the spear, he rushed forward with heavy steps, the spear tip piercing his shoulder, leaving a trail of blood, but he was already within three steps of Zhao Wumian.

sizzle ————

The gun and the sword rubbed against each other, and sparks flew.

Zhao Wumian's eyes turned cold. He put his hands on the gun body and raised one foot to step on the gun barrel.

The gun body was pressed down again and immediately hit the bloody shoulder of Guishou Taoist, causing his shoulder to sink several inches suddenly.

Master Gui Shou pressed his body downward, reducing the force on his shoulders, and stabbed Zhao Wumian's thighs and abdomen with the knife and sword in his hands.

This reaction was quite fast, but Zhao Wumian was prepared. He immediately let go of the spear with both hands, stepped hard on the spear shaft with his boots, and leaped into the air. He saw a sword and a knife brushing past his feet. Then Zhao Wumian turned around and kicked Gui Shou Zhenren's hastily raised arms.

Gui Shou Zhenren's robe bulged slightly, and he released the force, and swung his sword upwards. Due to the distance limit, even if he couldn't hit the vital points, he would definitely cut Zhao Wumian's calves.

But the Bi Bo gun was a soft gun, so when he stepped on it, the gun body instantly tightened and rebounded, and it was more than five feet off the ground.

"die!"

Zhao Wumian grasped the rebounding tail of the Bi Bo spear with one hand and swung the spear in a semicircle in the air. A strong wind blew out of the sky, and the tip of the spear suddenly hit between Gui Shou Zhenren's sword.

boom!
Taoist Master Gui Shou's robe fluttered back again, and the luxurious dark purple robe shattered in an instant. The strong wind turned into an unparalleled impact force, instantly lifting the snow under his feet. Looking from top to bottom, one could see that the bluestone tiles behind him formed a dark cone on the pure white street.

The force of this spear was so great that even Master Gui Shou had to step back several steps before he could barely relieve the force.

Zhao Wumian was also thrown backwards by the reaction force and landed on the eaves of a house.

"drink!"

As soon as Master Gui Shou's strength was relieved, his eyes turned red and his body shot out with swords and sabers flashing, spinning like the wind.

Mu Li'er was still dozens of feet away from the two of them. Seeing this, her heart was burning with anger. Last time in Qinfeng Village, Zhao Wumian had to join forces with her to fight against Master Guishou. Now he was fighting alone, how could he be a match for Master Guishou?

But no matter how she mobilized her Qinggong, this distance of dozens of feet could not be crossed in just a few seconds... But then, a look of deep surprise emerged in Mu Lier's eyes.

But as soon as Zhao Wumian stepped on the eaves, a loud bang was heard in the snow.

His obedient disciple held the gun in both hands, with the gun body almost parallel to the eaves. Then the eaves under his feet exploded instantly, and the tiles scattered everywhere. He rushed forward like a dragon out of the sea, breaking through the snow curtain. The tip of the gun was like a dragon's head, drawing a white line over a meter long in the air.

buzzing————

Under the snow curtain, there was a sound like a dragon's roar, and the gun body seemed unable to withstand the force and trembled continuously.

A trace of horror appeared in Gui Shou Zhenren's eyes. This was the killing move of the Tianluo Spear, the Blood Sea Without Evil! This was Chen Qiyuan's famous move. There were so many disciples and masters in Wujitian, but no one had ever been able to use it... Now it was reproduced in Zhao Wumian's hands! ?

Master Gui Shou was filled with horror, which meant that he really had no other options... He had no idea that Zhao Wumian would be able to use this move, and he was caught off guard. Now it was too late for him to change his moves and dodge.

He only had time to change his defense and block the tip of the gun when sparks suddenly appeared.

A white line mixed with sparks suddenly crossed the long street, and the snow on the street scattered to both sides, forming a black line!
None of the people on the street could see clearly what was happening. They only saw a white line instantly penetrate the city wall from the street, making a loud "bang" sound, and snow and fog mixed with a streak of blood spread all the way from Luoxia Street to the city wall.

Within a few breaths, Mu Lier flew over and saw Zhao Wumian standing in front of the city wall with a gun in both hands. Gui Shou Zhenren was pierced through the abdomen by the gun and was nailed to the city wall.

Blood flowed from the corners of Guishou Zhenren's mouth. His arms fell limply, and his sword and dagger fell to the snow.

Pfft————

Boom————

Zhao Wumian put the spear to his side, made a spear flower with one hand, and shook off all the blood on the snow-white spear. Gui Shou Zhenren fell to the ground, his pupils dilated, and coughed up a pool of blood that was red to black with a bit of disbelief.

Zhao Wumian's arms were shaking, his chest was rising and falling like a blower, he was gasping for breath, looking down at him, "Your Dantian is destroyed, this is a fatal injury..."

Master Gui Shou collapsed to the ground, and within the time it took him to say a word, the blood under his body flowed into a pool.

He coughed up another mouthful of blood, his hair crown was broken, and his white hair fell on his face and back of his head. He looked disheveled, his eyes were lifeless, and everything in front of him was blurry. He probably couldn't even see Zhao Wumian's face clearly.

As he spoke, Zhao Wumian bent down with some difficulty to pick up the Wuhen Knife on the ground, holding the knife in his backhand, ready to cut his throat. At this moment, he heard the mumbling of Master Guishou,

“Xuan…Xuan Liu…”

Zhao Wumian paused, looked at the Taoist Guishou's eyes that were already difficult to focus, and remained silent for a while.

As Mu Lier flew over, she lowered her eyes to look down. The broken floor tiles, houses, and eaves that stretched all the way from Luoxia Street to the city wall were all the result of the fight between Zhao Wumian and Master Guishou?
She shook her head slightly, cleared away the distracting thoughts in her mind, and flew to Zhao Wumian's side, wanting to ask her good disciple how he was doing these days? Was he injured just now?
But this was not the right time. Seeing that Taoist Gui Shou was still alive, she drew her sword and prepared to pierce his heart.

But Zhao Wumian raised his hand and held Mu Lier's wrist, shaking his head slightly, "Since he just gave Ghost Leader a decent death... let's give him a decent death now."

Taoist Gui Shou raised the corners of his mouth, as if he was smiling, and stared at Zhao Wumian's face with lifeless eyes, saying weakly: "Good, good deeds will lead to good results... Xiao, Xiao Xitian is stupid, but this matter, is not deceiving me... Zhao, Wumian, you... thank you..."

Mu Lier frowned slightly, looking a little puzzled, but she saw Zhao Wumian pulling Mu Lier and flying away, leaving Gui Shou Taoist alone collapsed in the snow.

When the fighting stopped, the people around came out of their houses, looked cautiously towards the Taoist priest, and slowly gathered there.

But before they got a few feet closer, a young Taoist priest rushed out from the crowd. Seeing this scene, his face turned pale instantly, "Uncle Master!"

The young Taoist priest almost used both his hands and feet to crawl to the old Taoist priest's side, put one hand on his back, passed his true energy to him, and at the same time took out the elixir from Wugong Mountain from his arms and was about to stuff it into the old Taoist priest's mouth.

It was not known whether it was the effect of the true Qi, or the appearance of the young Taoist priest in front of him, that made the old Taoist priest Gui Shou's eyes appear somewhat clear, and his speech was not as intermittent as before.

He stretched out his dry palm, held Xuan Liu's hand that was taking out the elixir, with a smile on his face, "Xuan Liu... do you know why I, the old Taoist, want to interfere in this matter?"

"Disciple didn't know, uncle master, please don't die, don't die!" Xuan Liu's eyes turned red and tears welled up, dripping on Gui Shou Zhenren's face.

Master Guishou looked up at the clear sky. Snowflakes fell from the sky and sprinkled on his face and clothes.

He whispered, "Prince Jin died, the Rong tribe entered the pass, surrounded and suppressed Wudamu, and hunted down Luo Chaoyan... All of these were done by the prince."

Xuan Liu was slightly stunned. He had never known... He had always thought that the prince was the victim. Now according to what his uncle-master said, this matter was obviously much more complicated. He had been kept in the dark like a fool?

It's not his fault. Most people were kept in the dark. There is currently no evidence to prove that it was the prince's doing, and few people could have imagined that it was the prince's doing. Even Zhao Wumian had been investigating Dong Yan for so long and couldn't find any evidence. Everything was inferred by him... It was only because these people were inside the game that they could suddenly realize it.

If not for this, Luo Shuzhi would not have used this vicious plan.

"In front of Xinzhou City, I, the old Taoist priest, have already calculated that this trip will be dangerous and I will definitely be killed by Zhao Wumian. Do you know that people in the Taoist sect emphasize going with the flow? Why don't I avoid his edge?"

Xuan Liu's eyes were red, and he shook his head again and again, "I just hope that my uncle won't die!"

Gui Shou Zhenren didn't respond, so Xuan Liu pursed his lips and said in a hoarse voice, "Knowing that it is impossible to do it, but still doing it, being loyal to the prince, this is what should be done."

"No." Gui Shou Zhenren's eyes were a little distracted. "When I left the capital, I said that I would capture the thief leader Zhao Wumian and save the world... I lied to you. You are my senior brother's disciple, not my disciple, but I know that you have the most wisdom and will definitely surpass my senior brother in future achievements. It's just that you are too young.
We are in Wugong Mountain, working for the Crown Prince, and are naturally enemies of Zhao Wumian. I want to kill him, and he wants to kill me, but I have no personal grudge against him. Now I am lying here, and in the final analysis, it is nothing more than that I am weaker than him. I have done so much just to ask you..."

Taoist Guishou paused for a moment, then smiled and looked at Xuanliu.

"Little Taoist priest, you must step into the mortal world before you can leave the world... Have you realized anything now?"

As soon as these words were spoken, Xuan Liu burst into tears.

Taoist Guishou looked at the clear sky and the falling snow and said his last words.

"Something you have realized? What have you realized? This is the answer that we cultivators have spent our entire lives on. You don't need to give me the answer now... Your path is the path that only you can follow. The answer is in your heart, so what does it matter about time and place? And my path is the teacher... You are my path..."

As he finished speaking, Gui Shou Laodao's eyes slowly lost their luster.

Snowflakes fall gracefully and land here.

He left the capital, on the one hand, for the Crown Prince, as it was his duty, and on the other hand, for Xuan Liu.

Both he and Master Guiyi were trapped in this game and could not escape. However, Xuanliu was different. Although he had wisdom, he was too young. He did not have the experience, character, or martial arts to be qualified to enter this chessboard. But it was precisely because he was not qualified that he was able to save his life and witness this chess game that affected the whole world after Master Guishou enlightened him.

This has nothing to do with personal hatred or justice, it's just a matter of stance... Do you think that we, as the state religion of Wugong Mountain, are righteous people? You are wrong, little Taoist priest, you should grow up.

After witnessing it, you will gain some understanding.

Afterwards, whether Xuanliu wanted to leave the sect and become a free cultivator, or lead Wugong Mountain for revenge, or whatever...it was all up to him.

That is His way.

Zhenren Guishou liked to listen to Xuanliu's naive and ridiculous words. For example, when he entered Taiyuan, he said that for the sake of the people, the King of Jin should be killed.

Zhenren Guiyi has already received the order to kill King Jin, but his purpose is completely different from Xuanliu's.

If given a choice, Master Gui Shou would prefer that they kill King Jin just because of Xuan Liu's naive reason... Unfortunately, that's not the case.

This is how he and his senior brother will be in their lifetime, but Xuan Liu is different.

The old Taoist priest left the capital not for the prince, but for the inheritance of Wugong Mountain.

And the target of his attack was not Zhao Wumian, but his own conscience.

(End of this chapter)