Fuji Avenue

Chapter 11

Inside the big red square box inlaid with gold and beads was a bloody head.

The head and face were completely destroyed, and the facial features were dug away, leaving only one right ear with a black gold and ancient phoenix earring hanging on the earlobe.

The moment the box was opened, the gate was cleared by the cacophony of persuading people to drink, knocking teeth, clinking glasses, and nonsense, and everyone was stunned.

At this moment, the man in the green shirt and short hair suddenly disappeared.

The next moment, it appeared on the left side of the hall, beside Zhang Gui, Huaizi Courtyard.

He had a blue cloth bag in his hand, and said with a smile, "Thank you!"

Immediately after the body jumped, the person had reached the door and was about to rush out of the hall.

Most of the people were five or six points drunk, only the leader, Li Qingyun, was relatively sober. He slapped a palm at the door, and a green light came out of his hand, condensing into a huge phantom palm in mid-air, and slapped it solidly there. people on their backs.

The man in the blue shirt received the blow, let out a muffled groan, spewed out a cloud of blood, and staggered out of the door.

Zhang Gui touched his waist and shouted: "Not good!"

Before the words fell, the man chased out like an arrow, and a group of people followed.

When they got to the courtyard, they saw dozens of handymen who had been working in the courtyard staggered in a pool of blood on the ground. There seemed to be a figure passing through the gate and out of the courtyard, and everyone chased them out one after another.

In an instant, the yard was quiet.

Wei Buer hid behind the corridor fence and looked up, only a man and a woman were left in the courtyard.

The man has a round face, broad ears, straight eyebrows and bright eyes, and a gentle appearance. He recognizes Gu Yousheng, the second disciple of Gu Naichun's sect.

The woman can only see the shadow in the distance, but the white gauze is hazy, the long sleeves are slim, the jade neck is slender, and the blue hair is flowing.

Bu Er has some impressions of him, it seems that he is also a disciple of this sect, and his name is Mu Wanfeng, who studied in the Nian Bing Academy.He used to hear people talk about that there is a very proud female disciple under the head of Baohui Academy of Nianbing Academy, named Mu Wanfeng, she is beautiful and refined, one in a million, and her cultivation qualifications are quite rare.As I listened to it, I remembered it in my heart, sometimes passing by the ice milling courtyard, I heard someone calling Senior Sister Mu, Junior Sister Mu, and if I paid attention to it, I would recognize this girl.

He was about to stand up and tell the two about what happened in the front yard.

But seeing that Gu Yousheng's eyebrows were extremely calm, without any surprise or sadness, he felt that something was wrong, and bent down to observe quietly again.

Suddenly remembered something, quickly took out a mirror from his pocket, hid it in the gap of the corridor, and looked at the two of them.

Seeing that their lips were moving, but they couldn't hear what they were saying, but they knew it must be a private matter, so they made up their mind not to go out for the time being.

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Gu Yousheng looked at those handymen one by one, and all of them died. Although their bodies were covered with bloodstains, there was only a very thin line of wounds.

Mu Wanfeng then asked: "Brother Gu, can you see some clues?" The voice was very pleasant.

Gu Yousheng sneered and said, "The culprit is probably my family's ineffective senior brother."

As he spoke, he searched around the courtyard and kicked over the corpses of several handymen.

Suddenly after a few steps to the rockery, Mu Wanfeng's complexion changed, and he followed him.

Sure enough, the body of the man in green shirt was dragged out from behind the rockery.

Bu Er squinted his eyes and saw the man in the green shirt lying motionless on the ground, already fainted, his face seemed to be black and blue, and the skirt of his clothes was heavily stained with blood.

Gu Yousheng smiled, walked towards him slowly, stretched out his hand to touch the right side of the man's cheek, and felt a tiny, imperceptible slit, snapped his index finger, and only heard a sound of "tearing and pulling", revealing a slit. A wet mask of human skin.

After the mask, there are large and small pieces of red mud dough stuck to it.Pulling it apart, it revealed a rather handsome man's face, but at the moment, perhaps because of the injury, he looked a little pale.

Bu Er also saw this person's face, and felt very unfamiliar.

Gu Yousheng lowered his head, smiled at the man in green shirt and said, "Senior Brother Nan, don't come here unharmed, isn't our sect master's Ningyun Palm delicious?"

As he said that, he suddenly felt a chill on his back, and without turning his head, he turned around and slapped a punch, facing the aggressive palm, and said with a smile: "Junior Sister Mu, this joke is not very good."

It turned out that it was Mu Wanfeng behind him who took advantage of his speech and slapped his back with strength.

Mu Wanfeng couldn't make a sneak attack, but he couldn't get off the tiger. With a sharp look, he immediately jumped up a zhang.

A blue light sword was hanging by his ear, and he was muttering something, with a wave of his right hand, the sword split into three parts, and stabbed at Gu Yousheng's chest in the air.

Gu Yousheng's expression froze, and he knew that this move was called Sanyun Kaitai, and it was an extremely powerful and lore move in "Piaoyun Yujian Jue" by Baohui, the master of Nian Bing Academy.

The sword moves straight to the three fatal points on the Sanyang Meridian of the opponent's hand, followed by thirteen consecutive moves, defeating the enemy with both hands to take the lead, and attacking the enemy's life gate. .

Although he was self-reliant, he didn't dare to push it too far, he turned his index finger in a circle, and a square ruler with a silver body inlaid with jade and a golden mouse carved in the middle stood in front of him.

After muttering a little silently in his mouth, the square ruler took the midpoint as the axis, spun around on the spot, and turned to the extreme, only a flickering disc was clearly visible hanging in the air.

Immediately afterwards, with a light flick of the index finger, three silver-bodied chrysanthemums with large heads flashed out of the disk, they flew separately into the air, opened their bloody mouths, and swallowed three beams of sword light in an instant.

But without waiting for him to get a little proud, the three golden squirrels suddenly swelled up, and their belly burst in the blink of an eye, and the three sword lights slightly weakened and rushed towards the future.

Mu Wanfeng's expression turned cold, and he said coldly: "Brother Gu, it's only because you are too smart to go to hell."

Before he finished speaking, the three sword lights covered Gu Yousheng's head with strong wind between them, and they were about to split him into three halves just by his momentum.

Gu Yousheng saw that the ultimate move was in front of him, but he didn't feel the slightest panic, so he replied: "I'm afraid it may not be."

The man smiled slightly, his figure fell, his back was straight, his knees were bent, and his horse stance was straightened.

He turned his left hand behind his back and saw the sword light attacking, he only stretched out his right hand in front, the silver light in his palm glowed, he moved left and right to block, only saw a burst of flames splashing, and heard the sound of crackling metal.

After a while, the sharp move was reversed with only his right hand.

Mu Wanfeng failed in the first attack, and the three sword beams divided into six, then moved one after another, and attacked again.At the beginning, it was just like a bright day and a sunny day to attack three or five dense clouds, and the middle clouds have already covered the sun. At the end, the sword lights dance like snakes all over the sky, as if there are dark clouds all over the sky and heavy rain is coming.

The ancient life was like a rock, standing in place in the strong wind and the swift movement of the cloud, without moving.

It was the first time in Wei Buer's life that he saw monks fighting. He was both excited and nervous.

Gu and Mu played several tricks, attacking and defending, and Mu Wanfeng completed the set of "Three Clouds Kaitai", but it still didn't hurt Gu Yousheng in the slightest.

Seeing that the crowd had been chasing them out of the courtyard for some time, he was even more anxious and was about to change his moves.

Suddenly Gu Yousheng said with a smile: "Junior Sister Mu, we have learned these moves, but it's just a small fight. It's really meaningless if you don't come to evaluate it."

Mu Wanfeng's expression froze, his heart was startled, and he thought to himself: "I was afraid of attracting other people in this fight, so I deliberately lowered my voice. But I didn't notice that he also seemed to keep silent deliberately, and passed me several times quietly. trick."

Thinking about it, the attack slowed down a bit, but he said: "Master Gu always said that there are no outstanding disciples under his sect, presumably he didn't know that Senior Brother Gu really doesn't show his face."

As he said that, he snorted coldly: "It's just that you have a powerful skill, but it doesn't quite resemble the exercises in our sect. Could it be that you are a teacher of art, or you are not sent to our sect..."

At this point, the words stopped on purpose.

Gu Yousheng arched his hands, and replied: "Junior Sister Mu, these moves of mine seem rough, but I practiced them specially for you to see. Now, Junior Sister Mu has Gu's handle, and Gu has a loophole in Junior Sister Mu's hand. , we each have our own interests, so we can talk about it calmly."

With a wave of Mu Wanfeng's hand, the blue light sword was put into the pocket: "What do you want to talk about?"

Gu Yousheng couldn't help but take a closer look at the woman in front of her, her conversation was like spring wind and rain, and her movements were like the morning sun caressing her body, her soft and bright temperament hit her face.

He swallowed his saliva, rolled his eyeballs a few times, and rolled his gaze over Mu Wanfeng's body seven or eight times before he smiled and said: "What I want to say is only related to the "Yun Yin Jing"!"

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A pair of clear springs and eyes, two curved eyebrows connecting the Tianhe River.

The pretty nose cleverly makes the clear mountain scenery, and the boat floats on the lips looking forward to the dusk.

——"Ode to the Evening Maple" Zhong Guanyi
(End of this chapter)