Zhenwu Tianxia: Summon Yuwen Chengdu at the beginning

Chapter 97 Your Highness Is My Master

The sudden sound made Tong Ming and the old man tremble.

The two suddenly followed the prestige.

Under the moonlight, Ye Gucheng stood not far away, dressed in white and spotless.

Ye Gucheng looked at Tongming.

He has seen Tongming before, even though he only saw it from a distance, even though Tongming was masked at that time, he could still recognize him.

"Ye Gucheng!"

Tongming turned pale with shock.

Ye Gucheng, the name itself is like the edge of a sword, cold and sharp.

Tong Ming involuntarily took two steps back.

The old man in black was also inexplicably horrified.

At this time, Ye Gucheng was only three feet away from them.

If it wasn't for Ye Gucheng's voice, they would not have noticed anything unusual.

Tong Ming and the old man in black looked at each other with a gloomy look in their eyes.

One of the two held a short sword, and the other held a long sword tightly.

Suddenly there was a sudden sound of wind, and swords and swords spewed out towards Ye Gucheng.

The sword is on the top and the knife is on the bottom. With one stab and one sweep, it carries a sharp edge and a terrifying murderous intent.

They knew that Ye Gucheng was very strong, and they thought they were definitely not Ye Gucheng's opponent, but they had no choice but to take action because Ye Gucheng saw their true colors.

Especially the old man in black, he must not reveal his identity.

Ye Gucheng's pupils shrank suddenly, and at this moment, his sword was out of its sheath.

The sword light flickered, and the white clothes fluttered, colliding with two black figures.

ding ding~~
With two crisp sounds, the three of them passed by.

A short knife flew out a few feet, and under the dim night, it was stabbed obliquely on the ground.

A swipe of the blade broke and shot out, disappearing without a trace.

Tongming looked at the dagger next to him, his eyes flickering.

The old man looked at the broken sword in his hand with a serious expression.

Just a sword!
Let the two of them lose their weapons!
Such means are unimaginable to them.

They thought that the two of them would have a chance to defeat Ye Gucheng when they teamed up, but in the end, they were defeated with just one sword strike.

The two looked at each other.

"You can't kill us!"

The old man in black said in a deep voice.

"Why?" Ye Gucheng asked.

"We are from the East Palace!" The old man in black looked at Ye Gucheng with cold eyes.

"So what?" Ye Gucheng asked.

"Killing me is like making the entire East Palace an enemy, and making the entire Dali an enemy!"

The old man in black threw away the broken sword in his hand and said, "I know you are from the South China Sea!"

"If you are willing to join Dali, the old man will introduce you to the prince."

If you can't beat them, then win them over.

As long as Ye Gucheng is willing to take refuge in Donggong, then everything will no longer be a problem.

But his solicitation made Ye Gucheng feel a little funny.

"The nonsense is over!"

Ye Gucheng said coldly.

The aged face of the old man in black trembled slightly, obviously his coercion was of no use.

If the win over fails, it means that he has no way out.

next moment.

Suddenly there was a half-foot-long dagger in his hand, and the dagger stabbed with a palpitating cold light.

Although it was not as fierce as when using the long sword before, Binghan's killing intent was even better.

Ye Gucheng's eyes lit up a little with the exquisite technique and the extremely fast flying stabs.

Seeing a novel sword technique, he felt an indescribable excitement and joy like a child seeing a novel toy
He didn't make a move until the dagger of the old man in black pierced his body.

The swordsmanship used by the old man in black is extremely exquisite. Although it is just a flying stab, his wrist is constantly changing, and he can change the way and angle of the move at any time.

If Ye Gucheng just used his sword to block at this time, not only would he not be able to block the flying stabs, but he would also fall into the trap of the old man in black.

At the same time, the sword intent of the old man in black has also changed. The original sharp sword intent has now become extremely restrained, concealed but not exposed, surprisingly winning.

It is somewhat similar to Mo Yan's artistic conception.

But Ye Gucheng finally made a move.

Because he has already seen the weakness of the old man in black. Although there is only a little flaw, it is enough for Ye Gucheng.

The light of his sword flashed, and with just one strike, the old man in black was pierced through the throat.

The tip of the sword was still covered with blood, and the icy cold wind blew, and crystal drops of blood dripped from the tip of the sword.

The old man in black froze. He was still holding the dagger in his hand, maintaining a stabbing posture, and a look of horror slowly crept up in a pair of cold eyes.

He looked at Ye Gucheng who was close in front of him. He was dressed in white, and the collar on the chest was embroidered with golden textures.

Ye Gucheng stared at Jianfeng, with a sense of loneliness and desolation in his eyes.

"This kind of swordsmanship is incomparably exquisite, but it seems that you can't bring out all its exquisiteness."

He suddenly sighed.

clang~~
The short sword fell.

The body of the old man in black was limp on the ground, scarlet blood seeped from his throat and stained the frozen ground red, the cold moonlight fell, entangled with that touch of scarlet, reflecting the full of brilliance, coquettish and desolate .

A gust of cold wind blew, carrying the icy cold of winter, but it couldn't freeze or blow away the bloody smell that permeated the air.

Suddenly Ye Gucheng disappeared.

Under the dark night, there seemed to be a figure flickering, flying up on the icy ground with just a touch.

There are two figures, but the two figures seem to be stuck together, the one behind is like the shadow of the one in front.

The figure flickered, disappeared suddenly, and there was a sound of wind in clothes.

Hundreds of feet away.

Tongming stopped suddenly.

A pale blade lay across his throat.

He stood on the icy ground, and the icy breath penetrated into his heart along his legs.

He was panting slightly, for just this moment, he seemed to have experienced a fierce battle, which exhausted his mind.

His face is soft and smooth, but looking at his face, no one would even think that he is over 60 years old.

Beads of sweat emerged from his forehead, and suddenly, he seemed to have aged more than ten years.

The dim eyes were full of despair and resignation.

"why?"

"Hmm~" Ye Gucheng looked at him.

"Why did you kill us?" Tong Ming asked.

Ye Gucheng slowly withdrew his long sword and said, "Your Highness is my Lord!"

Bright eyes stared, unwillingness and despair turned into shock and disbelief.

"impossible!"

He naturally knew that the Highness Ye Gucheng said was Qin Wei, and it was because of Qin Wei that he felt it was impossible.

"You can take refuge in the East Palace, why can't I take refuge in Your Highness!" Ye Gucheng said lightly.

Tong Ming's face became distorted, and he said sharply: "The reason why I took refuge in the Eastern Palace~"

His voice stopped suddenly, and his distorted face miraculously returned to calm.

"Wanfu Temple!"

He murmured softly.

Ye Gucheng shook his head slightly, he was not interested in Tongming.

Tongming is not a sword user either, it is far less interesting than the flying stab of the old man in black.

He stretched out his hands to pinch Tongming's neck, and immediately Tongming felt groggy.

Although he didn't lose consciousness, he seemed to have collapsed and lost all his strength.

"You want to take me to meet the Xin'an County King!"

"That's right!"

"I do not want to go!"

"I'm right!" Ye Gucheng carried him, as if he was carrying a sack, and came to the black-clothed old man's body.

Then, he carried the two of them and flew towards the majestic city wall in the distance.

On the city wall, Situ Qianfeng and Yan Bo stood together.

"Uncle Yan, why don't you help Senior Ye?"

"What if Senior Ye is not the opponent of those two?"

"Yan Bo!"

Situ Qianfeng looked at Yan Bo dissatisfied.

Yan Bo's eyes flickered, looking at the flying figure.

"Do you think Ye Gucheng is not their opponent?"

Situ Qianfeng said: "No, I'm just~~"

Before he finished speaking, he noticed Ye Gucheng who had already flown up the city wall.

"Senior Ye!"

Ye Gucheng glanced at him, didn't speak, and jumped directly into the city.

In the dark night, the silver moon is like a hook.

The white clothes were scrolling, and there was a hunting sound.

That long sword, dark, long and narrow, ancient, hung on his waist.

Situ Qianfeng looked at the figure leaping past, with a bright light flashing in his eyes.

Seeing his appearance, Yan Bo couldn't help sighing.

He could understand why Situ Qianfeng looked like this, just like when he saw Situ Changkong back then.

……

In Qingsi Garden.

The assassin left, and everything returned to its previous tranquility.

It's just that Yuwen Chengdu moved a stool and sat in front of Qin Wei's bedroom door, while Mo Yan stood in the corner, looking at Yuwen Chengdu from time to time, thoughtfully.

Yu Wencheng is an innate warrior, which surprised him very much.

One must know that these days, he and Yu Wencheng were together almost all the time, except when Qin Wei deliberately dismissed him, he and Yu Wencheng followed Qin Wei almost every step of the way.

At Heiya Ridge, Yuwen Chengdu made a move, and he can be sure that Yuwen Chengdu was a ninth-rank warrior at that time.

But in just a few days, Yuwen Chengdu broke through to the innate realm!

This made him both surprised and puzzled.

Sudden.

Mo Yan's expression changed.

The whole person flew out from the corner and landed next to Yuwen Chengdu.

Yu Wencheng also stood up abruptly, raising his head solemnly.

The silver moon was like a hook, and the figure in white clothes like snow seemed to be shrouded in a layer of radiance.

"Ye Gucheng!"

Yu Wencheng frowned.

"This time I want 10 taels of silver!"

"I'll pick it up tomorrow!"

Ye Gucheng stood on the roof and said calmly.

Then, he threw the two of them down.

Yu Wencheng looked at the two people who fell on the ground, and a gleam flashed in his eyes.

Mo Yan clenched his dagger tightly, staring at Ye Gucheng firmly.

At this moment, Qin Wei's voice came from the room.

"The King agrees!"

"Thank you!"

Ye Gucheng cupped his hands, and then disappeared into the night.

"Yuwen Chengdu, clean up!"

In the room, Qin Wei lay on the bed and said helplessly.

It's like he's just getting a good night's sleep.

Wave after wave.

The same goes for Ye Gucheng, so he can't send it tomorrow!

He complained in his heart, staring at the curtain above, without any sleepiness.

"Here!"

Outside the door, Yu Wencheng responded.

Then he stepped forward to check the transparent and black-clothed old man.

The old man in black was dead, Tongming was still alive, but he couldn't move.

It seems that Ye Gucheng sealed the true energy in his body.

Seeing that there was nothing abnormal, Yu Wencheng nodded to Mo Yan, and then began to deal with the two of them.

Mo Yan looked up at the distant pavilion, thoughtful.

He always felt that something was wrong with Ye Gucheng, but he couldn't think of anything wrong.

Although Ye Gucheng's shot was a bit surprising, but there are not a few people who like to meddle in other people's business, and Ye Gucheng's willingness to meddle is not special.

After thinking for a long time, he still couldn't figure it out, so he could only retreat to the side room next to him.

……

Moonlit night, just after midnight.

Ye Gucheng has returned to the inn, ordered a table of good wine and food in the room.

Situ Qianfeng and Yan Bo came to his room.

"Why did you take action?" Yan Bo looked at Ye Gucheng and asked.

Ye Gucheng ate the food and wine, "I want to earn some money."

"There are many ways to earn money, but there is no need to help the Prince of Xin'an!" Yan Bo said.

"The king of Xin'an County is very generous!" Ye Gucheng said indifferently.

"Hehe! It's probably the worst deal for an innate warrior to exchange tens of thousands of taels of silver." Yan Bo laughed.

In the past, it would cost 10 taels of silver to kill a ninth-rank warrior in Xueyilou, and even the innate warriors dared not even take the hidden list.

Exchange innate warriors for silver!

It is estimated that only Ye Gucheng can do it.

"Are you from Beiyuan City?" Ye Gucheng asked suddenly.

"Ok!"

Situ Qianfeng interrupted suddenly: "Does Senior Ye want to visit our Beiyuan City?"

He looked at Ye Gucheng expectantly.

"Situ Changkong's swordsmanship is superb, I wonder if I can compete with him?" Ye Gucheng asked.

Ye Gucheng knew about Beiyuan City, and was very interested in Beiyuan City, because Beiyuan City was the only holy place among the six great cultivation holy places in Dali that focused on swordsmanship.

"Ugh!" Situ Qianfeng said worriedly, "Senior Ye has no enmity with our Beiyuan City, right?"

"no!"

"That's good!" Situ Qianfeng breathed a sigh of relief.

Yan Bo looked at Situ Qianfeng speechlessly.

Is this question necessary?
If Ye Gucheng had a grudge against Beiyuan City, how could they have stayed with Ye Gucheng for such a long time?

With Ye Gucheng's temperament, if there was any hatred, they would have already become dead souls under the sword.

"The city lord has been in seclusion for several years, but in three months, the city lord will leave for a few days. If you are interested, you can go to the city lord to compete at that time." Yan Bo said.

During the past few days of getting along, he has understood Ye Gucheng.

Although Ye Gucheng's temperament is a bit colder, he is not a vicious person.

And the reason why he is willing to let Ye Gucheng go to Beiyuan City is firstly to make Beiyuan City and Ye Gucheng have a good relationship, and secondly to see whether Ye Gucheng and his own city lord are stronger or weaker.

(End of this chapter)