Master Guoshi's rebirth daily

When the evening was approaching, Xuan Xuzi led Jiang Yizhi and the two to an inner hall, where the banquet had been arranged early.

It was a festive day, and Jiang Yizhi was rarely happy. There were no less than 40 people from the four major sects who could afford the position of elders. Except for one or two who stayed behind at the mountain gate, almost all of them were here.

The younger generation sat in a well-behaved manner, but these elders were particularly enthusiastic.Jiang Yizhi never refused their toast.

When the banquet was about to end, the white-bearded old man who had met Jiang Yizhi when he came to the capital wiped his old face, leaned over and asked him in a daze: "Senior, according to your seniority, you should be our uncle, that's right." Bar!"

Jiang Yizhi was drunk, looked at the old man and nodded.

The old man looked at Jiang Yizhi, looked at Gu Fangxu, and said hesitantly: "Since Mr. Gu's lover, how should we call him according to his seniority?

ha?

Jiang Yizhi reached out and scratched his forehead, uncle and grandma?No, Master Uncle and Grandpa?

……

Jiang Yizhi looked at Gu Fangxu who was choking, with a troubled expression on his face.

Gu Fangxu glanced at the wrinkled face, the old man who was older than his grandfather, suddenly felt heartbroken.Eyelids drooping, he relieved Jiang Yizhi: "It's fine to call Mr. Gu, you don't have to stick to these etiquette."

Jiang Yizhi nodded blankly: "I'm also confused, listen to my daughter-in-law...Fang Xu, it's always true."

He managed to straighten his tongue.

As for the title, it was decided by Gu Fangxu.

After the banquet, Gu Fangxu helped him to the room that Taiyuanmen had arranged long ago.

Pushing open the door, Jiang Yizhi took a deep breath, filled with the smell of books, the familiar smell.

He staggered and turned around, pressing Gu Fangxu who was closing the door against the door frame.

He grinned, put his arms around Gu Fangxu's waist, and changed several tones in his mouth: "Fang Xu, daughter-in-law~"

Gu Fangxu managed to stabilize his body, looked at the head buried in his neck, and heard Jiang Yizhi's almost coquettish tone, suddenly couldn't help laughing.

When had he seen Jiang Yizhi like this!

He couldn't help pulling out his hand to touch the top of the person's hair, and said softly: "So happy!"

Jiang Yizhi said vaguely: "Happy, why not happy, happy..."

As he talked, Gu Fangxu only felt that the place near his collarbone was wet.

Jiang Yizhi shrugged his shoulders and cried.

Gu Fangxu held up Jiang Yizhi's face and met his red eye sockets, which looked like rotten Chinese cabbage. He rolled up his sleeves and wiped the corners of Jiang Yizhi's eyes, then slowed down his voice: "Aren't you happy? , why are you crying again?"

Jiang Yizhi couldn't help but sniffled his nose. The man had already forgotten about his tears and didn't flick them lightly. He choked up, tears falling down, "You, do you know? The fate of the Yuan Dynasty...the eight hundred or so people from the Taiyuan Gate, except for the children under ten years old, all went to death for the sake of my spirit...Being under the bandit's iron cavalry, none of them survived."

Jiang Yizhi spoke in a daze, and Gu Fangxu listened in a daze.

Jiang Yizhi took a deep breath: "How many times have I dreamed about it, I always remember the scene when my limbs were scattered all over the field, and I even remember that when I helped the coffin to leave the funeral, I was dressed in white clothes. More than 700 coffins were buried for a full day , there are graves all over the mountains and plains, and white paper is floating in the sky..."

He finally stopped crying, "When I saw these more than 300 plaques today, I felt happy instead. Without this evil disciple like me, the master's sect has prospered so far, no loss, no loss..."

Gu Fang, Xu Moran, came out of Xuan Xuzi's words of addressing Jiang Yizhi's master uncle. He only felt that his little lover was particularly distressing. He wrapped his arms around Jiang Yizhi's shoulders, just like that. Hold him quietly.

When he had sobbed enough and finally stopped moving, Gu Fangxu looked down at the person lying on his chest, and couldn't laugh or cry.

Jiang Yizhi was closing his eyes and opening his mouth, and he was snoring in a blink of an eye.

He bent down, picked him up, put him on the bed, fetched hot water from the bathroom, and wiped Jiang Yizhi's hands and feet before giving up.

Then he lifted the quilt and lay down.

The next morning, when the warm sun shone into the house, Jiang Yizhi covered his mouth and yawned, and slowly opened his eyes.

Gu Fangxu was sitting at a desk not far away, holding an ancient thread-bound book, flipping through it with interest.

Jiang Yizhi sat up and shook his head, as if to shake off the hangover headache first.

After finally waking up, what happened last night emerged one after another.

Jiang Yizhi's hands pressing his temples froze, and his face turned blue and pale.

He turned his head subconsciously, facing Gu Fangxu's warm eyes.

Then he coughed lightly, turned around, lifted the quilt and got up.

After washing up, Gu Fangxu put down the ancient book in his hand and said, "Han Zhifei came here just now and said that he prepared breakfast in the inner hall yesterday."

"En." Jiang Yizhi replied depressedly, opened the door, stood there, and waited for Gu Fangxu to come over.

Gu Fangxu narrowed his eyes, walked over, and put his hand into Jiang Yizhi's, looking very happy.

Jiang Yizhi snorted, pinched the soft flesh of Gu Fangxu's fingertips, forget it, if you lose face, you can lose face, anyway, it's his own daughter-in-law, so it's no big deal.

In the next few days, the four sects and the secret service office were busy, and finally arranged the Taiyuan Gate inside and out.

Two days before the exchange match, the RB team finally arrived.

The leader of the team was Crown Prince Naruhito of the RB royal family. A prominent prince stood beside him, and Wang Changzhi was in charge of receiving them. Xuan Xuzi and others found Jiang Yizhi in a leisurely manner.

He stroked his beard and said: "Sure enough, as we expected, the RB sent this time are indeed those old immortals from the four major ninja families, and the president of the RB Onmyoji Association, Matsushita He. "

Jiang Yizhi picked up the teacup and scraped it with the tea lid, took a sip, and said, "Have your four factions already selected their participants?"

Xuanxuzi immediately said: "We discussed it." He pointed to Songyangzi of the Weiwei sect and said, "Fellow Songyangzi is facing a breakthrough bottleneck recently, and it is not suitable for the competition. The three of us will play That's it."

Jiang Yizhi nodded.

Two days later, the exchange competition officially began.

The Huaguo government sent an observation team to watch the battle. The leader of the team was Gu Tianchen, the elder brother of the Gu family. The members of the team were all supernatural beings cultivated by the military in recent years.

The fighting venue is behind the Xunyi Hall, which was originally the place where Taiyuanmen disciples practiced martial arts, and not far away is the mighty Shanyan Lake.

The staff of the Secret Service and the four major disciples surrounded the surrounding area and surrounded the entire martial arts arena tightly.

On the open space in front of the steps of the main hall, tables and chairs had been set up on the left and right, and Han Zhifei and another Xiaodao who was about the same age led two people to sit down.

There is a long table in the center of the entrance of the main hall. Wang Changzhi and Deren stood at both ends of the long table, signed the agreement in duplicate, and the real-time monitoring camera placed on the long table captured everything in front of them. Filmed and sent these footages back to the respective Heads of Government at 5 minute intervals.

After finishing all this, the idle Song Yangzi flicked the whisk in his hands, and shouted: "I will announce that the Mystic Art Exchange Competition between China and R has officially started. The first round—"

He looks left and right.

Jiang Yizhi stood up straight away.

On the RB side, he stood up as a thin and small old man.

Song Yangzi said without changing his face: "Master Huafang Jiang Yizhi is against Master R Fang Asakawa Kazuha."

"Master Asakawa, please—" Jiang Yizhi stretched out his right hand, pointing to the martial arts arena.

The other party turned around, bowed firmly, and then walked towards the martial arts field together with Jiang Yizhi.

Gu Fangxu looked at Xuan Xuzi who couldn't help frowning, and asked, "Is there any problem?"

Xuanxuzi turned his head and explained: "It seems that RB is still very cautious." He pointed to Asakawa Kazuha who had already stood on the martial arts arena, "That Asakawa Kazuha is actually the youngest of the four RB ninja families. A weak family, Kazuha Asakawa is nothing to fear."

The original owner of the Izumi Mori Kanesada that Wuweizi snatched back from RB was Asakawa Kazuha.

"I think RB probably wants to imitate Tian Ji's horse racing, and use the inferior horse Kazuha Asakawa to beat the master uncle."

That's it, Gu Fangxu understands.

His gaze turned directly below, and the two sides bowed to each other and bowed at ninety degrees.

The first battle has officially begun.

Kazuha Asakawa was the first to attack, and he was seen pulling out a knife from his waist. His figure was like a ghost, and he rushed towards Jiang Yizhi in a blink of an eye.

The oncoming breeze blew the hair on Jiang Yizhi's forehead, and he squinted slightly, staring at the sharp edge that was getting closer to him.

Just when the two were only half a meter apart, Jiang Yi made a move, and the purple energy gathered in the palm of his hand in an instant, his fingertips were stained with a little cold light, and he swept towards Asakawa Yiyu.

At this moment, there was a sudden distortion in the air, and the huge figure disappeared from Jiang Yizhi's vision for no reason.

Behind--

Sensing the fluctuations in the air keenly, Jiang Yizhi turned around and swept towards the rear.

The figure disappeared into the air again in an instant.

Jiang Yizhi withdrew his palm, stood still, and frowned slightly. At some point, a dozen or so identical Asakawa Kazuha held up their knives and stared at Jiang Yizhi who was surrounded by them.

trouble--

Jiang Yizhi instantly thought about it.

At this moment, more than a dozen figures scrambled towards him.

Jiang Yizhi stretched his muscles and bones, and half of the purple energy in his dantian gathered between his two palms.

At the moment when the blade was about to approach Jiang Yizhi——

Jiang Yizhi curled up his fingers, facing the ground, a fierce force shot out from his left hand, and instantly pushed Jiang Yizhi into the air.

On the ground, a dozen or so Asakawa Kazuha subconsciously looked up into the air.

With a smile on the corner of Jiang Yizhi's mouth, he shouted at Asakawa Kazuha on the ground: "It's over——

I only saw the left hand suddenly clenched, and a more ferocious energy burst out from the palm, and with a sharp sound of breaking the wind, it went straight to the ground!