[Comprehensive Martial Arts] Known as the killing star, I am in love

Gu Xichao did not act cruelly. In this dangerous place, it is not a good idea to make Qi Shaoshang incapacitated for a long time.

So in fact, the moment Qi Shaoshang left the secret path, he had already broken through the acupuncture point, but it was too late.

He watched helplessly as the stone door closed in front of him, and the man behind the door smiled, with a hint of cunning in his clear eyes.

Qi Shaoshang sat down on the ground, staring blankly.

Up to now, he can only comfort himself with Gu Xichao's character.

Mr. Gu will never do things that harm himself and benefit others. Since he gave me the antidote, he must be sure to come out alive.

But when he came in, he was searched and took away all his belongings. How could he find a way?

This idea was suppressed by Qi Shaoshang the moment it came up.

Mr. Gu has always taken one step at a time and counted ten steps. Those who are cautious and can't be more cautious will definitely have back tricks.

He stubbornly thought over and over again.

It seems that the more you think about it, the more it will come true.

There were undisguised footsteps behind him.

Qi Shaoshang paused and turned around slowly.

The first thing that came into view was the dark blue sword tip, and then moved his gaze upwards, passing over the unwrinkled belt and the flat ironed neckline, a stern face came into Qi Shaoshang's eyes.

It's Li Weixi.

Qi Shaoshang looked at the face in front of him, and a rare anger fermented in his heart.

Rationally, he knew that this had nothing to do with Li Weixi, and there was no reason for his anger.

But emotionally, he couldn't help thinking over and over again - if he didn't come here according to Li Weixi's instructions, if he didn't...

Gu Xichao, will he...

Even without Li Weixi, Ji Qingyang would not let them go. Qi Shaoshang knew about this all along, but even so, he couldn't help but imagine it, like a drowning traveler grabbing the last straw.

Gu Xichao had suffered half his life, but now he is on the rise, with a broad avenue spreading out in front of him.

Qi Shaoshang knew Gu Xichao's ability and his obsession, so he was very upset at this time.

Even if Gu Xichao died, it should be a violent death, leaving a name in history, how could he die in this cold and dark underground.

Qi Shaoshang's eyes were rarely red.

He also thought of that kiss, and the many kisses at the floodgate.

They haven't had a good time yet, so why do they want to separate heaven and man forever?

There was a bitterness in my heart.

He took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and his voice sounded like sandpaper.

"Are you here to kill me?"

The footsteps stopped.

Li Yanru tightened the Tuoxue sword in her hand, her voice was dry: "Yes."

He said, raising the sword in his hand.

At the same time, almost at the same moment when Li Yanru's voice fell.

A burst of drums suddenly exploded in the lobby.

The people who gambled stopped their actions one after another, and they seemed to be still for a while. They held their breath and stared at the young woman on the high platform.

Qi Mei didn't hold the wooden box in her hand, but in her eyes, Gu Xichao, who stayed in the maze without antidote, was already doomed.

So she parted her red lips lightly, and called out a name loudly.

"Gu Xichao—"

Everyone in the audience looked forward to it.

"die!"

When the voice fell, it was as if boiling water was boiling, and the people below suddenly started making noise.

Someone cheered loudly.

Some people threw away the weight in their hands and were dejected: "Gu Xichao is still not as good as the 'Nine Existing Dragon' Qi Shaoshang..."

If Gu Xichao heard this on a normal day, his smile would be a little more stern.

But today he doesn't care.

The maze was at the bottom, so naturally he couldn't hear the noise from the lobby, but even if he didn't know, he could roughly guess what those people would say after the result was announced.

But so what?

He lowered his head and smiled, took out a pill from his hair, opened the wax seal and stuffed it into his mouth.

Jiang Fu never paid much attention to the taste of the medicine.

As soon as the medicine was ingested, Gu Xichao couldn't help frowning his brows, gritted his teeth and persisted for a while, and forced himself to chew and swallow it.

Then take a long breath.

Qi Shaoshang was right.

Gu Xichao is indeed a person who takes one step and thinks ten steps.

For example, the antidote pills that I stuffed in my hair before.

For example, a layer of wax seal was put on the pills an hour ago just in case.

Should he just stay on the ground and reminisce about the past?

Thinking of Qi Shaoshang's face mixed with grief and disbelief when he got out of the maze, Gu Xichao couldn't help but deepen the smile on the corner of his mouth.

Laughing and gloating, with a bit of joy that you deserve.

After all, Mr. Gu has never been a magnanimous person.

When encountering the head of the Qi family, he is not allowed to suffer even the slightest loss.

It doesn't make sense for you to pretend to be crazy and fool me and play around with me, so I can't pretend to be dead to earn a few tears from you.

Gu Xichao felt for the pulse and found that the poison was indeed beneficial, at least at this time the pulse was so light that it could hardly be felt.

So he closed his eyes reassuringly, bit the tip of his tongue to get some blood out for the sake of reality, lay on the ground and waited for someone to come to "pick up the corpse".

After a while, he heard the sound of the stone door opening, so Gu Xichao immediately took a breath.

Hearing the sound of chaotic footsteps, Gu Xichao felt someone touch his pulse, and then, without doubting him, put him into a sack with another person and carried him up.

Many people will always die in Wuxi Pavilion.

The body was burned too loudly, and it was easy to be found by throwing it out to feed wild animals. Most of them were buried on the spot.

Gu Xichao stayed in the sack, guessing wildly.

Just as he was thinking, his body suddenly touched the solid ground, and someone put him down.

Gu Xichao thought about the timing of the sneak attack.

However, the next moment, he saw a silver light flashing in front of his eyes, through the tiny gap in the sack, Gu Xichao clearly saw someone lift a sword and stab him fiercely!

In the quiet mountain forest, a few birds suddenly startled.

In the deep mountain tunnel, someone rushed to it and pushed open Ji Qingyang's door.

"Son."

He bowed his head and said, "Gu Xichao has already been buried."

"Did you make up the knife?"

"Finished, just in case, the brothers waited for a while, but there is no movement, Gu Xichao is definitely dead."

"That's fine."

Ji Qingyang put down the teacup in his hand, and sighed, his tone couldn't tell whether it was relaxed or sad.

He was sitting behind the screen at this time, with the doctor who gave him the needle beside him.

His thin body was morbidly pale.

He gathered his clothes and waved away the others in the room.

As the door closed, he was the only one left in the room.

If it was 13 years ago, there should be another person staying here.

Ji Qingyang looked blankly at the little red petals on the upper right corner of the screen, and couldn't help but think of that person again.

Jiangcheng.

He chewed the name several times in his mouth, couldn't help pursing his lips, his eyes turned a little red.

Jiangcheng.

Jiangcheng.

Jiangcheng.

……

He read it many times, Jiang Cheng died for 13 years, but even after 13 years, he still failed to erase the name from his flesh and blood, instead, as time went by, he got deeper and deeper.

He met Jiangcheng at the age of 12. In the early spring of that year, a sudden plague swept across half of Jiangnan. The young Ji Qingyang went out to collect medicine with his father, passed by the town for free clinics, and dug out Jiangcheng, who was only seven years old at the time, from a pile of dead people. .

At that time, he was almost dying, and his breathing was almost weak. Ji Linyuan had no expectations, but Jiang Cheng showed signs of improvement three days later.

Since then, the seven-year-old Jiang Cheng has become the servant of the eleven-year-old Ji Qingyang.

At that time, Jiangcheng was small, with a yellow and thin face, but he could already get a glimpse of his faithful, strong and upright character in the future.

He knelt down on his knees and kowtowed three times to Ji Linyuan very seriously.

Milky voice: "Jiang Cheng will do his best to protect Young Master from now on, and will always stay by Young Master's side!"

Then he kowtowed to Ji Qingyang again.

Crisply said: "Young master."

He looked up, his eyes sparkling.

Ji Qingyang didn't think too much about it at the time, he just felt that this kid was too sincere, his forehead turned red from knocking.

However, what I didn't expect was that this silly boy really took this sentence that every servant said once in his heart.

That year, Ji Qingyang's family suffered a sudden change. His legs were useless and his meridians were cut off.

In the mountain of corpses and the sea of ​​blood, it was Jiang Cheng who dug him out, just like he rescued Jiang Cheng back then.

"Son..."

But the twelve-year-old Jiang Cheng cried so hard that he could barely open his eyes.

At that time, Ji Qingyang, who was almost half-paralyzed, could not heal himself at all, so he stayed on Jiangcheng's back for a year.

However, the twelve-year-old child had to carry a person who was half a head taller than him. Ji Qingyang looked down at him, as if worried that he would crush him.

"Leave me alone..."

Ji Qingyang said lightly, his eyes were dark and lacklustre.

He said it three times.

But Jiang Cheng refused to agree every time.

"I said that I must protect the young master in this life."

He said very seriously, each word weighed more than a thousand catties.

He really spent his whole life fulfilling this promise.

From twelve to twenty-two, he never let go of Ji Qingyang's hand.

The two were almost inseparable.

Ji Qingyang looked at him, and there was a rare light in his originally dead heart.

So when Jiang Cheng was 15 years old, Ji Qingyang gave him a sword.

A sacrificial weapon, although sharp, is not suitable for actual combat.

Ji Qingyang originally wanted to give him another one, but Jiang Cheng refused.

Jiang Cheng touched the sword and couldn't put it down.

Ask him what he wants to be named.

Jiang Cheng thought for a while, then smiled slightly, with two dimples on the corners of his mouth.

called eleven.

He said.

The other sentence was not uttered, but the two knew it well.

The day when the two first met was March [-]th.

Jiang Cheng has accompanied Ji Qingyang for many, many years, so many that even he himself can't count them.

Ji Qingyang originally thought that the two of them would continue like this forever.

but……

He took a deep breath and let it out slowly.

What was Jiang Cheng's expression at that time?

Obviously he was the one who was stabbed, but the expression on his face was more sad than him?

Ji Qingyang seemed to be gripped by the throat. He lay on the bed, hunched over, feeling dense pain rising up every time he took a breath, and he couldn't breathe.

why?

Obviously, I watched my family fall apart before my eyes, and watched those who profess righteousness surround me like flies, vowing to suck the last drop of blood.

Obviously used to seeing people's ugliness, why did you let that person go?

What chivalrous man?

There are no chivalrous men in the world!

The so-called chivalry is vulnerable in the face of life and death, gold and jade, and power!

Ji Qingyang captured the escaped man and forced him to kill his wife.

"Is this what you call a chivalrous man?"

He looked at Jiang Cheng with mockery in his eyes.

But Jiang Cheng didn't speak, and became even more silent.

Ji Qingyang suddenly felt flustered, but he still looked at him stubbornly, eager to hear something from him.

But nothing.

Ji Qingyang flung his sleeves and left.

At that time, a bottomless gully had opened between the two.

But Ji Qingyang naively thought that it was just a small puddle that could be crossed with one foot.

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