As a daughter, I travel in the world of Gulong

Chapter 170 Chapter 169: The decisive moment

The capital has never been so chaotic. Dog monsters eat people, old women seek their lives, some people see ghosts carrying coffins in the dark streets at night, and corpses appear from time to time on the streets in the early morning.

Sitting in the teahouse for a day, you can hear many people bragging, some are afraid, some don't believe it, but at night, fewer people go out.

Although those weird things were just rumors spread after dinner, they became more and more frightening the more they were heard.

There was a cold fog in the capital.

As we got closer to the decisive battle, it became calmer and less chaotic, and there were fewer corpses on the streets in the early morning.But the atmosphere still didn't relax at all. A slight sense of depression permeated the air, and even the fog seemed to put people under pressure.

It feels like a storm is about to come.

Ximen Chuixue entered Beijing in the cold fog and stayed away for three years. During this period, he only came back once. That was when Lu Xiaofeng disappeared. He came to see Huamanlou. The rest of the time he stayed at Wanmei Villa.

He shouldered his sword and came here three days in advance. According to custom, during this period he had to bathe, burn incense, and fast for three days.

Now he no longer has that cumbersome habit.

He also has a place to live in the capital. The courtyard is lonely. No one can be seen or heard. This is a lonely place. He is also a person who is used to loneliness. If it is quiet, there is no place more quiet than Wanmei Villa. ?

After moving a bamboo chair and sitting under the poplar tree in the yard, Ximen Chuixue took off the sword from his back and placed it flat on his knees.

The setting sun was shining slantingly, and night had not yet come. He sat down like a piece of wood until dusk, without eating, drinking, or even moving. The last ray of the setting sun cast his shadow to his side, stretching it very long. The shadow of the sword is also very long.

There is also a poplar tree in the small courtyard where Shaman lives. She is very grateful to this poplar tree. The leaves that fall from time to time give her something to do.

She had also heard about the rumors in the capital, which made Shaman, who had lived on Wuming Island all year round, lament that the world was indeed in chaos. This was just the capital. In the vast Central Plains, how many masters were there, and how many complicated forces were intertwined?
Chaos, only relative to her.

For Gu Changsheng and Jiang Yuyan, two people who had come from the accustomed Yaoyue era, it was just a small disturbance.

Back then, when we climbed up the mountain step by step on Guishan and Lu Zhongyuan, we found where Wei Wuya was. More than a hundred people died. Not to mention that after that, Jiang Yuyan wandered around the world alone, and even that madman Yao Yue was killed by his palms.

If there really is such a thing as a ghost in the world, the ten evil men will not be rampant for so long, and the twelve zodiac signs have long been claimed by wronged souls. This should be an extremely beautiful and harmonious world.

"What will happen if Ye Gucheng doesn't come?" Jiang Yuyan asked suddenly.

"He will come." Gu Changsheng said, "If he doesn't come, he won't be Ye Gucheng."

Ye Gucheng will indeed come.

The man in gray with his sword on his back walked into the capital step by step under the dim light of the setting sun. He wanted to make the three-year appointment and try out his sword.

How could a swordsman, especially an aloof swordsman, bear to never use a sword for the rest of his life?
So here he comes.

In just three years, not many people knew him anymore - not many people had actually seen him before, and most people had only heard of his reputation as a flying immortal who filled the world.

Just like the two women that night, although they have been often talked about by people in the world in the past three years, very few people have actually seen them or recognized them.

Being famous doesn't mean everyone knows him.

Many people regard this battle three years later as the pinnacle battle.

But for him and Ximen Chuixue, this was not the pinnacle battle. They just came to get back their things. If they win, they deserve it. If they lose, it will be a complete defeat.

Four people have gathered in the capital.

There are only two days until the full moon night.

Lu Xiaofeng was galloping on the road, trying his best to rush to the capital. The horse under his legs had already run out of gear, but he was still urging the horse to run faster.

A bit of cold light suddenly appeared.

This is the first wave of attacks he has endured since Youzhou.

The sharp flying knife had reached his heart in an instant. At this moment that could not be released, Lu Xiaofeng's hand holding the reins appeared in front of his chest. The flying knife fell lightly between his fingers and could no longer move forward. , then raised his hand and flicked it, and the small flying knife flew back along the original path.

The flying knife was thrown with wrist strength, while Lu Xiaofeng's finger strength was the best in the world. He should have used hidden weapons such as money darts, but the force with which he threw the flying knife was not weak at all.

Everything happened in an instant. The galloping horses passed by quickly, and another big net fell in front of them.Lu Xiaofeng dodged, but the horse under his crotch couldn't. Two knives lay across the direction where he was dodging.

Before he landed in mid-air, he suddenly stretched out his hands and clamped the blade. No one could describe this ingenious angle and force. In the lightning and flint, the blade broke with a 'bang' sound, and it broke at Lu Xiaofeng's side. He flicked the two blades between his fingers casually, and the blade tips were deeply embedded in their chests.

Looking at the horse with a broken neck in the middle of the road, Lu Xiaofeng's eyes were filled with anxiety and bloodshot eyes.

Gritting his teeth, he didn't care about the horse anymore. He used Qinggong and continued towards the capital.

His extreme lightness skills allowed him to fly out like a meteor.

The stars dimmed.

Lu Xiaofeng, who rushed to the capital under the stars and the moon, didn't know if it was too late.

Yin Xian, the master of the field who was traveling with him, and others had died on the road.

The weather on September [-]th was not very good. There were dark clouds in the sky, and the dark weather made people feel depressed for no reason.

It's very similar to the atmosphere in Beijing a few days ago.

The well-informed Jianghu people have rushed to the mountain behind Zhuguang Baoqi Pavilion, and many people have arrived at the top of the mountain.

Gu Changsheng arranged his clothes and walked up the mountain with a sword in his hand. For some reason, he always felt a little uneasy in his heart.

The uneasiness became more intense as the pace continued.

stop.

"Sister?" Jiang Yuyan looked at Gu Changsheng in confusion.

"Did you feel it?"

Gu Changsheng quietly stared in the direction of the first floor of Qingyi and suddenly asked.

Jiang Yuyan turned her face sideways, "What?"

Gu Changsheng felt carefully, but he didn't have the slightest clue. Even the depression dissipated a lot.

It was just a formality to continue the decisive battle with Ximen Chuixue and Ye Gucheng, why did he suddenly have a bad feeling?
Gu Changsheng was puzzled and looked up at the dark clouds.

Could it be that Ye Gucheng had mastered some kind of Heavenly Thunder Sword Drawing Technique to summon a dry thunder to kill the sisters on the spot?

"Let's go."

Gu Changsheng shook his head, put aside that ridiculous thought, and continued towards the place halfway up the mountain.

Walking up the mountain road, the depressing feeling hit him again. Gu Changsheng stopped again and looked deeply at the mountainside. He pulled Jiang Yuyan behind him and looked around carefully.

"What's wrong?" Jiang Yuyan was surprised by Gu Changsheng's reaction.

"I don't feel right."

Gu Changsheng hesitated, trying to find what made her feel something was wrong.

Jiang Yuyan's expression also became serious. With their level of strength, they would not be easily disturbed.

There are already many people on the top of the mountain, and the place for their decisive battle is halfway up the mountain, at the former site of Tsing Yi Building.

What's at the old site?
Jiang Yuyan thought about the traps on the first floor, and now even if she breaks in with bare hands, they can dismantle them with their bare hands with their bottomless skills.

The night is getting darker.

Rain is coming.

"Temporarily postpone it to another month? No way." Jiang Yuyan said.

(End of this chapter)