As a daughter, I travel in the world of Gulong

Chapter 111 Chapter 110: Portrait (Thanks to the leader of Snow Flower Mandarin)
boom!
Full of energy.

The internal strength and lightness kung fu skills that Huo Xiu was so proud of were completely suppressed.

He couldn't understand why he was directly looking for him, so he just sent out assassins cautiously to test it out.

Now he knows.

But it's too late!

He didn't even have a chance to activate the mechanism.

The white jade-like palm slapped him from top to bottom again.

Huo Xiu propped up his body and tried his best to resist.

boom!
There was a click, and the floor on which his feet were standing was crushed by him under the force.

puff……

A mouthful of blood spurted out, and Huo Xiu's face was as golden as paper.

Seeing that white jade-like palm falling again with supreme pressure, Huo Xiu had never thought before today that there were people with such profound skills in the world today.

Do not!
This is definitely not a young woman!
At the very least, this appalling skill is definitely not something a young woman can possess.

terror!
terrible!
Huo Xiu's mouth was bleeding, and he raised his arms again with fear in his eyes.

"Is it just that?"

In the midst of the words, a kick was kicked out, and Huo Xiu's old body hit the wall behind him. With a muffled sound, he fell down again. His internal injuries were serious, his meridians were damaged, and his body was no longer able to stand up.

He is one of the few masters who specializes in internal skills. He also practices unknown palm techniques, but now he almost beat people to death with his two palms!
"Who is your Excellency?" Huo Xiu stared at the woman walking over.

"Gu Changsheng."

As soon as he finished speaking, Huo Xiu's pupils suddenly shrank, and he felt a huge surge in his heart.

"Huh? It seems you have really heard of it."

Gu Changsheng observed his expression carefully, then turned to look at his portrait hanging on the wall.

It turned out to be the case.

She already knew the reason why Qingyi Tower was targeting her.

The previous guesses turned out to be all wrong.

But why?

Greater confusion ensued.

It seems that there are many things she doesn't know.

"Tell me, how do you know the origin of this painting and my name?"

turn around.

Sit down on the stone chair.

Raise Erlang's legs.

Such a casual gesture.

It was as if she was the owner of this place.

Huo Xiu didn't dare to speak, or even look directly at this woman.

The moment she said her name, he just wanted to laugh, laugh at his own ignorance, laugh at his own stupidity.

"I...what do you have to say?" Huo Xiu said with a sad smile. He had already figured it out. No wonder the other party could easily find this place.

So this is not revenge, but purging traitors.

"Everything needs to be said."

Gu Changsheng was playing with a pearl in his hand, flicked it with his finger, and bang!The sound of the impact made a dent in the wall, and the debris hit Huo Xiu's cheek, leaving a bloody mark.

"The painting was naturally left by the first generation owner of Qingyi Tower." Huo Xiu turned over and felt that he could breathe easier.

Gu Changsheng's eyes flickered, "Who is that?"

Huo Xiu said: "Blood Rakshasa."

Gu Changsheng was stunned and said hesitantly: "Who is the Blood Rakshasa...?"

"The Blood Rakshasa is the Lord of Jiang Clan."

River!
Gu Changsheng's heart suddenly trembled slightly. She looked at the painting on the wall in the middle and touched the corner of her clothes in silence for a long time.

A chill lowered the temperature in the secret room a few points.

Huo Xiu's scalp was numb. In his gaze, this woman who was almost the same as the one in the painting closed her eyes and said in a calm tone: "Jiang... Yuyan?"

Huo Xiu nodded: "This name... almost no one mentions it."

Gu Changsheng lowered his eyes. She did not expect to hear Jiang Yuyan's name.

And in such an environment.

The first generation sect master.

Tsing Yi Building.Gu Changsheng's eyes flashed with confusion, and after a while he said, "Then...when did it happen?"

Huo Xiu was a little surprised. Could it be that he guessed wrong?

"More than 70 years ago."

70 years!
"Tell me more about the Blood Rakshasa, don't wait for me to ask."

The cold words were like the tip of a needle, piercing the heart.

Huo Xiu wiped his sweat, pondered for a moment and said: "I was not born at that time. I only heard from other people later and the Qingyi Tower records that the first generation sect leader Blood Rakshasa was looking for a person named... Changsheng... ..." At this point, his eyes showed a bit of horror, as if he had seen something terrifying.

Huo Xiu is nearly seventy years old. When he first entered the world, Blood Rakshasa was already a thing of the past and few people mentioned it.

If there weren't some records about Qingyi Tower, I'm afraid no one would remember such a long time ago.

Everything was heard from other people's mouths, which seemed unclear.

"Where is the Blood Rakshasa...buried?"

Huo Xiu wiped his sweat and thought hard, "I heard...she and a top master were both injured, and have been missing since then. Maybe they died together."

"that's it?"

"..."

"Okay, you're of no use anymore."

Huo Xiu's expression suddenly changed, and a luminous pearl the size of a pigeon's egg hit him with force.

Putting away the scroll, Gu Changsheng walked out of the door. It was already late at night outside.

The night wind was a bit cold, and she looked into the distance with a sense of confusion.

So... is that so?

Holding the scroll, she slowly walked down the mountain.

As if very tired, he returned to the inn, threw the scroll aside, then lay down on the bed, undressed and closed his eyes.

Tsing Yi Building...

70 years.

Jiang Yuyan.

Blood Rakshasa.

It turns out that Qingyi Building was not built by Huo Xiu... but took over by someone who didn't know how.

The flapping wings of her butterfly?
It wasn't until three o'clock in the morning that Gu Changsheng opened his eyes.

Turn over and look at the roof.

After a long time, she breathed a sigh of relief, stood up and washed her face. When her fingers touched her clothes, she paused again.

After washing her face, she changed into clothes and put the clothes in the basin to wash.

The messy thoughts were gradually smoothed out.

Based on Jiang Yuyan's behavior, it is unlikely that a killer organization will be established.

As for why it becomes like this...

After the Blood Rakshasa left, Qingyi Building might have deteriorated.

It is a well-organized organization with many members and huge influence, and its scattered locations are hard to trace.

Without a strong sect leader to suppress it, it is natural for it to deteriorate. In the hands of Huo Xiu, it transformed into a ruthless killer organization.

It seems that he initially thought the people in the painting were Blood Rakshasas, or descendants of Blood Rakshasas...

Blood Rakshasa.

Gu Changsheng rubbed his clothes and slowed down.

"You..."

She sighed softly, looking at the dress in Jiang Yuyan's hand, and was stunned for a moment.

So it's been so long?

The scene of the woman in white repressing her laughter and feeding her some snacks appeared before her eyes.

There is also the look of her sitting cross-legged on a chair eating candy.

She must have had a hard time finding her in those years, right?
Gu Changsheng's hands shook slightly, and in silence, he hung up the clothes to dry in a sunny place.

People were sitting on chairs, looking at the street in trance.

How can you find out what happened nearly 100 years ago?

For Jianghu, too much time has passed. In such a low-productivity society, it is difficult to record something.

Yan Nantian had been missing for more than ten years. If Jiang Biehe's fake treasure hadn't rekindled his discussion, people in the world would have almost forgotten him. After leaving the valley, he and Lu Zhongyuan were together, and few people recognized them.

(End of this chapter)