Me and my Jianghu Tavern

Gu Qingshan took a step forward and asked in a deep voice: "What do you want?"

Mr. Xu shook his head, he only wanted one thing, "I want him to die!"

The two of them may not live, but Chu Hang must die.

Gu Qingshan frowned, Chu Hang caused a lot of trouble this time, and he didn't know why he would kill the young master of the Su family. Chu Hang died.

Even if he killed the black and white old man, Chu Hang could only live for half a month.

Gu Qingshan snorted coldly and said: "Does the Su family really think that they are not afraid of anyone by relying on the eldest princess? If Chu Hang dies and the elders of Jiange attack, do you think that relying on the eldest princess can keep the Su family?"

Elder Xu's complexion was heavy, and he said in a deep voice, "The Su family is not afraid!"

Not only them, but the entire Su family has already made a decision to avenge Su Bai, even if he offends Jiange. The Su family has stood for hundreds of years, and the ancestors and the North Desert have killed all directions on the battlefield. They have never been afraid of life and death. The same is true of the Su family.

The black and white old man stood in the field without taking a step back, because he was determined to kill Chu Hang.

Gu Qingshan pondered for a long time, and finally sighed, "That will be as you wish."

Zhang Ming glanced at him, Gu Qingshan wanted to kill this black and white old man, he had already told him not to get too involved in it when he came here, now it is probably impossible.

"You should have thought about it," Zhang Ming said.

Gu Qingshan was slightly taken aback, but said with a smile: "I have never regretted it."

With a thought in Zhang Ming's mind, the red feather in his right hand turned into an afterimage and flew to Gu Qingshan's eyes, hanging in mid-air.

Gu Qingshan reached out to take the Chiyu sword, held it in his right hand, and walked towards the black and white old man.

Elder Xu and Elder Mu suddenly laughed, he was laughing at himself.

"Old Mu, I'm going to die."

"Well, do you regret it?"

"Don't regret it. They are all dead, and there are only two of us left. We have lived for so many years, that's enough."

Mr. Xu supported Mr. Mu. They worked for the Su family for 40 years, from a young age to this old age.

They watched the Su family regain its glory with their own eyes.

For 40 years, for them, it was just a flick of a finger. The only thing they remember is the little things in the Su family, from following the head of the family to now following the young master of the Su family.

The Su family, it's still the same Su family.

"Unknown people are not killed under the sword." Gu Qingshan said softly.

"Su family, Xu Wanli."

"Su Family, Mu Ling."

The black and white old man reported his name. No one could remember them before, and it is the same now.

Gu Qingshan took a deep breath and raised his sword.

This sword, no one in Jianghu knows.

This sword once made him the fourth Confucian Sword Master in the Heavenly List.

This sword is now a little less sharp.

Such a person is worthy of Gu Qingshan's sword.

Mu Ling and Xu Wanli just watched the sword energy attacking them, they didn't dodge, but closed their eyes slowly.

Gu Qingshan suddenly frowned and looked forward.

"Buzz!"

Suddenly a sword light struck.

The sword energy seems to be rotten, without sharpness, but it seems to be ruthless and endless.

The two sword qi disappeared.

Zhang Ming frowned and looked towards the field.

Someone blocked Gu Qingshan's sword energy!

Mu Ling and Xu Wanli opened their eyes, only to see an old man in sackcloth standing in front of them holding a broken sword.

"he is……"

The moment they saw the broken sword, Xu Lao and Mu Lao returned to more than 40 years ago.

"You two have to keep watch over my back."

"necessary."

On the northern desert sand field, there was a man who was wielding a broken sword and was killing all directions. Behind that man were always two boys protecting his back.

"Brother, I'm going to the Secret Service Division. You guys have to kill a few more to earn military merits. When the time comes, come to the Secret Service Division and continue to be my back."

"Oh, you two really earned enough military merit!? Still want to continue to be my back? Hey."

The man with the broken sword spoke carelessly, but it was the oldest memory in the hearts of the two of them.

That year the city of Chang'an was broken, and the Secret Service Division guarded Chang'an to the death. No one from the Secret Service Division retreated and defended Chang'an City. On that day, the city of Chang'an was full of corpses. The Jin army and the Secret Service Division fell one after another.

What Xu Wanli and Mu Ling regret most is that they didn't die in Chang'an City back then. They should have died, but they survived in the end.

The person who asked them to be his back might also be dead.

Xu Wanli could never forget what that person said, he thought that person was dead.

"Is it him?" Xu Wanli asked in his heart, but he couldn't believe it.

Gu Qingshan looked at the old man in sackcloth who was blocking his sword, and was slightly taken aback, "Uncle Wu?"

The old man with the broken sword in his hand, dressed in sackcloth, was Uncle Wu who drove them all the way to Chang'an.

Uncle Wu put down his hand and broke the sword.

next moment,

Get down on your knees.

"I also ask Mr. Gu to spare their lives." Uncle Wu pleaded.

Elder Xu rushed over suddenly, grabbed Uncle Wu's clothes, and roared, "It's you! You didn't die! You didn't die back then!!"

Uncle Wu remained silent, still kneeling on the ground.

"You stand up for the old man, I don't want you to save me."

"You bastard, you know I wasn't in Chang'an back then, so why didn't you come to us if you didn't die back then!"

Mr. Xu grabbed Uncle Wu's clothes and wanted him to stand up.

Mu Ling still couldn't believe it, that person didn't die, he came back.

"Angkor, is it really you?" Mu Ling stepped forward, forgetting the pain in his shoulder.

Zhang Ming turned his head and glanced at Gu Qingshan, seeing that Gu Qingshan was frowning, he probably knew something.

"What?" Zhang Ming walked to Gu Qingshan and asked.

Gu Qingshan sighed, and said: "Brother Zhang, have you heard of the Spy Secret Division?"

The spy secret department, a group of people who ran across Chang'an more than 40 years ago, is just like the ten soldiers and guards now. It's a pity that almost all the people in Jin Wang Xiaohe's spy secret department died.

There are not many people who are still alive, and maybe the three people in front of them are the only three left.

Chapter 172: Why did we meet each other before?

When the old man in black and white said their names, Gu Qingshan already knew it. He was in his Overwatch Council back then, and he had read almost all the files. When Xiao He ascended the throne, the secret spy department guarded Chang'an, and there were many casualties. .

Who died and who did not die in the secret spy department has been secretly investigated, and of course it has been recorded. There are only a few people alive. Fortunately, Xiao He didn't kill them all back then, so he let them go.

More than forty years have passed since the living people lived in this world.

"Get up, old man!!" Elder Xu tugged at Wu Fu's lapel with an angry expression on his face.

Why does he, Xu Wanli, need you to save him! !

I have lived in this world for more than forty years, and you have never come to look for me. What are you doing here at this time? Xu Wanli doesn't need him.

Uncle Wu lowered his head, ignoring Xu Wanli's tugging, and the broken sword was stuck in the soil, rotten.

They are all maggots from the past, living in this world, they should not aspire to be born again, they only hope that the rest of their lives will not be rough, or seek peace.

Mu Ling walked to Uncle Wu's side, every step was so heavy, he was still holding a broken sword as before, fighting a bloody path with thousands of armies, but now he is kneeling here, for two worthless life.

"How can you kneel..." Mu Ling's eyes were loose, and he was in a daze when he spoke, "How can you kneel, you are Wu Fu, how can you kneel!?"

"say something!"

For more than 40 years, it was such a scene to meet again. Mu Ling and Xu Wanli never thought that the arrogant Angkor would act like this back then.

"Did you forget who you are? Get up, old man!" Xu Wanli tried to pull Uncle Wu up with all his strength, but he didn't move at all, and the clothes were torn.

Angkor who broke through dozens of armors with a broken sword on the North Desert battlefield, and where did the person who single-handedly killed dozens of profound masters on the streets of Chang'an go?

That proud Angkor is now kneeling in front of them.

Why kneel? They are just useless people with half of their feet buried in the soil. There is nothing worth kneeling for.

Xu Wanli let go of his hand and sighed.

He knew that Wu Fu would not get up, he was like this, sometimes he would say everything, but he couldn't say a word.

Uncle Wu raised his head, ignored the two people beside him, looked at Gu Qingshan who was holding a sword in front of him, and said, "Please, Mr. Gu, be merciful."

Gu Qingshan pondered, he didn't know what to do, he sighed, and looked at the black and white old man: "I'll let you go after Chu Hang's cold poison is cured."

Xu Wanli and Mu Ling were silent and did not speak.

"After all, you are still unwilling, so it will be very difficult." Gu Qingshan sighed, he will give Uncle Wu face, but the matter of Chu Hang is another matter.

Uncle Wu raised his head, as if lecturing his juniors, "Do you two want to die that much?"

The old trees on the small slope rustled, and a few withered and yellow leaves fell. The people kneeling on the ground still did not get up, and kept kneeling.

"Angkor..." Mu Lao sighed, and said, "We have lived in the dark for half our lives, and we can't see the light, and now we are tired of it."

The so-called Secret Service is to live in the shadows and see everything. They will always be people who live in the shadows. Although the Secret Service is gone, they are still the last spies of the Secret Service.

Hearing the sound, Zhang Ming said, "Want to die?"

Elder Xu smiled and looked at Zhang Ming.

"Want to die."

After another silence, the fallen leaf floated in front of Zhang Ming's eyes. He stretched out his hand, and the fallen leaf floated on his palm.

When leaves fall, people also die.

The wind makes the leaves fall, but it's not the wind's fault, it's the leaves themselves.

The leaves will fall to the roots of the tree, turn to dust, and nourish the tree, or fall somewhere else, and become worthless.

Gu Qingshan looked at Uncle Wu who was kneeling on the ground, the only three people left in the secret spy department were standing in front of him, and it was difficult to make a choice.

Mu Ling and Xu Wanli are not afraid of life and death, they only care about the meaning of living in this world, but now that they are tired, they don't care about life or death.

There was a long silence in the arena.

Uncle Wu lowered his head, stretched out his hand to grab the broken sword, and stood up with a little dust on his knees.

Want to die?

He raised his head and glanced at the black and white old man in front of him, "Just pretend that I haven't seen you."

Xu Wanli's fingertips trembled, he became depressed, and with a trembling voice, he said, "...OK."

Uncle Wu turned around. The wind was getting stronger, which was not satisfactory. The black and white old man watched the hunchbacked figure go further and further away.

At night, the figure of the old man became more and more depressed.

After living for more than forty years, it is still like this, and there is no one else behind him.

There were people behind him, and there were people who stood in his way and fought for him.

Although I am old, I have not forgotten it.