Master, he feeds wolves with his body

The disciple who knew the inside story lowered his voice, "I heard from the senior brother who started early, that the sect master was only seven or eight years old when he first arrived at Buguishan, he was thin and small, and Daoist Qingming treated him very harshly. , Our ordinary disciples are required to practice swords for two hours when they are starting out, but his master, the head master, requires four hours, and at the beginning, his arms and legs were all swollen."

"That's not counting, our master's widely praised calligraphy was also practiced at that time."

"I heard that the word "Dragon and Snake Race" has worn out several iron inkstones."

"Such a young child doesn't have enough rest time to practice sword, calligraphy, and meditation every day. How can he still be lively?"

Several disciples who originally wanted to hear some old gossip fell silent.

"Otherwise, why is the sect master so powerful? Look at us, Elder Xia, who is more than ten years older than the sect master. He has almost the same aptitude when we first started. Now we are still in the integration stage, and we are completely lower than the sect master. Talent is important, but Gotta work hard."

After hearing this sentence, they felt encouraged and their morale rose.

"Go, practice sword!"

According to Gu He's behavior style, he should fly directly to the extreme north with Xiao Yi Yujian.

Xiao Yi said that he had traveled with his master these few years, and had no chance to fight the enemy side by side.Besides, they can also see if there are any evil spirits along the way.

Gu He thought it made sense. They caught a few little monsters on the way, and they fought side by side.

Until they came to Gaoyong City, Gu He faintly felt that Xiao Yi was not happy, as if he had something on his mind.

As a master, he really couldn't ignore his little apprentice.

Gu He slowed down his pace and called Xiao Yi, but no one answered.

Looking back, Xiao Yi was pulling a weed with a long tail in his hand, and was stroking it back and forth unconsciously.

Lost his mind, he didn't even know that he had fallen behind the master.

A long sword was stretched out under Xiao Yi's nose, and it was Master's saber.

Xiao Yi threw away the weeds, stepped forward with long legs, and tugged on Gu He's sleeve with a long voice, "Master, wait for me—"

Gu He ignored Xiao Yi's movements and looked ahead, "What are you thinking?"

Xiao Yi's eyes flickered, and he said with a smile, "I'm thinking about Master! Master, will there really be clues to "Hemeng" in the extreme north?"

Gu He knew that he didn't want to say it, and he didn't force it. He pondered for a while and replied, "I don't know either."

Xiao Yi secretly glanced at Gu He, he always felt that Master is a very complicated person.

At first he felt that Master was very simple, like glass that could be seen through at a glance; later he felt that Master was too mysterious, as if wrapped in secrets one after another.

He also sometimes feels that Master is not looking at himself, but that he is looking at another person through himself.

It made him both sad and scared.

You will feel that you are living in a fragile dream, and one day, when the wind blows, the dream will be broken.

Master rides the wind and leaves, leaving him alone in this world.

In fact, Gaoyong City is not the only way to go to the extreme north. They have received a sound transmission talisman from Elder Xia, saying that there are evil spirits in Gaoyong City, and the city lord asked to go to Canglang Pavilion.

It happened that the headmen and the others were nearby, so they made a detour to Gaoyong City.

Gaoyong City is bustling and bustling, with many shops, and there are tall-eyed people from the Western Regions leading camels passing by.

Gu He used to go down the mountain to finish his mission and then go back, and he rarely stayed there.

Seeing all this, his eyes couldn't help but brighten up.

Xiao Yi tugged on Gu He's sleeve again, "Master, are you hungry, let's go eat."

Gu He glanced at the sleeve that was being pulled by Gu He. Recently, Xiao Yi liked to pull his own sleeve more and more, and then stared at him with bright black eyes.

He has grown rapidly in the past two years, his shoulders have become much wider, and he is also two fingers taller than himself.

I have to raise my head slightly to see his eyes, just like now.

It was a bad feeling, like being watched by a wolf cub.

"Hey, isn't this our young master Xiao Yi? It's been a few years since we haven't seen each other, and the changes are not small!"

Gu He looked forward, and a group of people came in front of him. Seven or eight people dressed as domestic servants surrounded a man in brocade clothes. He was handsome, but his attitude was haughty. to heaven.

Seeing that no one paid attention to him, the man became even more proud, "I can't see it, Xiao Yi, tsk tsk tsk, the sword is all matched, show it to my young master to see if it has been sharpened! Hahahahahaha~"

Several servants tried to move forward, as if they really wanted to take the sword from Xiao Yi's hand.

Gu He sighed softly, and finally knew where this weird familiarity came from. It seems that this is Xiao Yi's...relative before he came to the mountain?

Xiao Yi has been forbearance, he is not afraid of that bastard Meng Zichen.I can beat him up behind my back, but I don't want Master to know what happened to me before.

At least not in this way.

Xiao Yi drew out his sword and roared, "Get lost!"

Meng Zichen was ashamed in front of his servants, his originally handsome face was distorted, and he pointed his right hand at Xiao Yi, "A dog from our Meng Mansion dares to resist now? That bitch of your mother climbed up on me back then. You, a bitch, are the only ones in Dad's bed! Now you are imitating the same, and you hooked up with some low-level monk again, and got mixed up with this person who looks like a dog!"

There was too much noise, and the crowd slowly gathered around.

The veins in Xiao Yi's hand holding the sword bulged, and he squeezed out words word by word from between his teeth, "You are also worthy of mentioning my master!"

Gu He grabbed Xiao Yi's wrist with his right hand, pulled him behind him, and took a step forward to cover him.

The left hand is slightly bent and pushed forward, like a flower in the plain hand.

There was a mighty spiritual energy going straight to the group of people, and they fell to their knees on the ground in a moment, and a few servants choked up a mouthful of blood.

"It's this hand." Gu He gently twisted Meng Zichen's wrist with two fingers.

Then with a "click", Meng Zichen's right hand drooped weakly on his wrist in a hanging posture.

The movement was too fast, before Meng Zichen could make an "ah", Gu He put him back with a "click".

A set of movements is smooth and smooth, and the passers-by are stunned.

Gu He withdrew his hand and glanced down slightly, this condescending meaning became more serious.

"Keep your mouth shut." There was a trace of carelessness in the deep and clear voice, which made Meng Zichen tremble.

Then belatedly, "ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"

A hand grabbed Gu He's sleeve and tugged lightly.

"Master, let's go."

Gao Yongcheng will always bring bad memories to Xiao Yi, especially at the moment when he sees Meng Zichen, the humiliation he has experienced over the years, and the resentment accumulated in his heart day and night, all poured into his heart like a flood. In his mind, his reason was constantly impacted.

He couldn't let Master see him like that.

Where Gu He couldn't see, Xiao Yi smiled slightly at Meng Zichen, his eyes were full of contempt and ridicule.

——Since I'm here, it's time to figure out what your Meng family owes me.

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