The Storyteller In Qixia Town, Huang Rong Came To Her Door With Her Baby In Her Arms

Chapter 353 The Battle For The Secret Treasure Of Longquan, The Sound Of The Knife Resounds Non-Stop

When Ku Toutuo saw this, his eyes were about to burst, and he said angrily: "In that case, let's go all out!"

The two immediately clashed fiercely.

On the other side, everyone in Fushuifang also welcomed their opponents.

There are a total of eight Jianghu Practitioners, all of which are acquired.

Such combat power is enough to sweep away a team formed by Innate Practitioner!

"kill!"

After a fight, the people from Fushuifang surrounded the eight Houtian Practitioners of the Yuan Dynasty!

"kill!"

They shouted loudly and started a frenzied killing.

There were screams one after another, and the rain of blood filled the air.

"Who the hell are you guys?"

Ku Toutuo's face was horrified. This group of people didn't fear him and the others at all. There were even many masters from the Grandmaster realm, and they were powerless to kill them.

"There is an inn son Su Mu's powerful general Chu Lushan! Anyone who stands in front of the son, I, Chu Lushan, will kill without mercy!"

Chu Lushan cut off Ku Toutuo's arm with a knife, and said coldly: "Tell me, who ordered you to come here?!"

puff!

Ku Toutuo spat out a mouthful of blood, his face was ugly, and he roared hoarsely: "Do you want to know 21? Even if you kill me, I will not betray my master. There is an inn

Hehe! I never thought that your hands are really long..."

Hearing his stern roar, Chu Lushan's expression became more and more cold.

swish!

The light of the knife flashed, and Ku Toutuo's head rolled to the ground.

"snort!"

With a cold snort, Sui Lushan turned around and looked at the other seven people.

They are all confidantes of Ku Toutuo, and each is a Practitioner of the Innate early stage!

"What do you say?" Chu Lushan asked.

"Kill us!" The seven said in unison.

"Okay!" Chu Lushan nodded, raised his knife and killed!

Clang clang clang!

The clear and crisp knives resounded non-stop, and blood spattered!

In a short time, except for the only Practitioner who acquired the Ninth Stage, everyone else was killed!

"This general will give you a chance to live. Tell me who is behind you. This general will spare you!" Chu Lushan stared at the last Practitioner, his tone indifferent.

"Hmph!" The Practitioner's face was cold, unmoved at all: "You want to make me succumb, dreaming!"

"Very good!" Chu Lushan turned cold, and said, "If that's the case, then you can be buried with your brothers!"

The Practitioner's expression changed suddenly: "If you kill me, my lord will definitely avenge me!"

"Hehe, do you think we will be afraid of your master?" Chu Lushan sneered and said, "If you confess honestly, this general may consider saving your life, otherwise don't blame me for being ruthless!"

Hearing this, the reader hesitated, no one wanted to die.

But if the person behind it is revealed, then the own family will be implicated.

Thinking of this, the Practitioner gritted his teeth and said, "I will fight with you!"

"Looking for death!" Chu Lushan was furious, drew his sword and killed!

Puff! Blood flashes!

The Practitioner's head fell to the ground, and he died!

"Hmph, trash!"

Chu Lushan snorted coldly and continued on his way!

In the Ming Dynasty, there was an inn in Qixia Town.

Su Mu brought her maid Sweet Potato to Tingchao Pavilion that day. After Su Mu revealed her own thoughts, Sweet Potato and other maids gradually became bolder in their body language towards Su Mu, especially Sweet Potato, who wanted to stick to Su Mu even more.

"Young master, you are so bad!"

Sweet Potato lay in Su Mu's arms, her delicate body writhing constantly, exhaling like orchids, and winking like silk.

She muttered in a small mouth, "You actually bullied the slaves..."

"Haha!" Su Mu felt happy, hugged Sweet Potato tightly, and said in a low voice, "Don't worry, I will satisfy you tonight!"

"OK!"

Sweet Potato leaned shyly on Su Mu's shoulder, her beautiful eyes blurred.

"Okay! Sweet Potato, you wait here, I want to go to Tingchao Pavilion to meet Mr. Li Yishan!"

Su Mu let go of the sweet potato, tidied up her clothes and prepared to go upstairs.

Sweet Potato hurriedly grabbed his arm, and said coquettishly: "Young Master, servant girl will go with you!"

"You?" Su Mu shook her head and laughed: "No, you will only make me Divine Partition!"

"But..."

Sweet Potato wanted to talk, but seeing Su Mu staring straight at her, Sweet Potato blushed slightly, and dared not say any more.

Su Mu walked into Tingchao Pavilion.

Tingchao Pavilion is very spacious, about 100 square meters. There are various books on both sides of the main hall, as well as several desks and chairs.

A girl in white was sitting beside the desk, watching Su Mu slowly approaching, he raised his head.

This is a very handsome woman, about twenty years old, with fair and delicate skin.

"Nangong, how have you been recently?" Su Mu asked softly.

Nangong Fushe nodded, smiled lightly and said, "Thank you, Young Master, it's okay!"

"Um!"

Su Mu nodded, looked at the desk, then frowned slightly, and asked in surprise, "Nangong, are you actually practicing calligraphy?"

Nangong Fushe smiled lightly, and said softly: "Mr. Li has been teaching me to practice copybooks recently. These days, I can still write well!"

After finishing speaking, she took a piece of rice paper, rubbed the ink carefully, and handed it to Su Mu: "Do you want to try it, my lord?"

Su Mu took the brush and swayed it wildly on the paper.

There are several poems written on it.

"Why bamboo flute complain willow, spring is not degree Pass."

All in one go.

Nangong Fushe praised: "The brushwork is powerful and ingenious!"

Su Mu smiled and said, "Nangong, do you like it?"

"Yeah." Nangong Fushe said with a sweet smile, "My lord's handwriting is much better than mine!"

"230 is good!" Su Mu chuckled and said, "Nangong, although the martial arts classics in Chaoge are good, you should also pursue the magnificent rivers and mountains outside. Don't let the good time go to waste!"

Hearing this, Nangong Fushe looked slightly startled, and immediately took a deep breath, saying: "Young master, don't worry, Nangong will definitely do his best to live up to your cultivation!"

"Yeah!" Su Mu nodded, and then instructed: "Remember, in martial arts training, don't be greedy for quick success, step by step is the kingly way!"

"Nangong understands!"

"Okay, get some rest early, I'll go see Mr. Li Yishan!" Su Mu patted Nangong Fushe on the head and said, "I'll play with you when I come back!"

"good!"

"My lord, go slowly!" Nangong Fushe said obediently.

Su Mu turned and went upstairs.

Looking at Su Mu's disappearing figure, Nangong Fushe's eyes showed firmness, and he murmured: "My lord, please allow Nangong to pursue the peak of Martial Dao! Now that you have given Nangong the Martial Skill, Nangong must practice hard! When Nangong becomes Celestial Realm Practitioner, you can protect your son!"

After thinking about it, she collected her mind and read the scriptures of Martial Dao quietly.

As night falls, the moon rises to illuminate the earth.

Listening to the top floor of the Chao Pavilion, Li Yishan played chess against the chessboard, seemingly unaware of Su Mu's arrival.

"Mr. Li Yishan."

Suddenly, a sound as warm as water entered the ears. .