Chapter 48 Holy Demon Pill The old man stood up. Although he had never talked to Gu Yuanqing in the more than a year they had been together, he knew his character to some extent and knew that what he said was not just a polite remark. "What's your name?" "My name is Gu Wenqi, and I am..." The old man paused for a moment, then gritted his teeth and spoke ventriloquially, "I was originally a disciple of the Beiquan Sword Sect. When the Beiquan Mountain incident happened forty years ago, I happened to be back home to visit my relatives and escaped the disaster." "A disciple of Beiquan Sword Sect? Aren't you afraid that I will inform the court about this?" Gu Yuanqing chuckled. Gu Wenqi bowed and smiled bitterly, and a voice came from his belly: "If you really have this intention, I am afraid that I would not be in Beiquan Mountain by now. With your cultivation level, you can't hide the fact that I went to the mountains every night to look for the secret vault of Beiquan Mountain. As for the court, I am afraid that they have long stopped taking me seriously, and perhaps they already know my origins and just want to use me to find the secret vault of Beiquan." Gu Wenqi knew it very well. Even though he practiced the art of concealing his breath, when he went to dig the hole, in order to avoid being noticed, he only used the strength of his physical body and did not use any blessings such as the Zhenwu Wonder. But the Imperial Guards were stationed at the foot of the mountain, and their commander was also an expert, so it was normal that they would not notice it in a short period of time. But now that more than a year had passed, it was a bit unreasonable that so many caves on the cliff had not been discovered. "I do know this. When I went up the mountain, I noticed that you went to the cliff every night. However, I am not interested in what you do, and I don't want to interfere. We should live in peace. Considering that you have been a slave for a year and have worked hard, if you want to leave, I will not stop you. If you want to stay here, you are free to do so. But you want to learn the master's method. I only ask you one question: why should I give it to you?" Gu Wenqi knelt on the ground again and said: "If I can become a master, as long as my hatred is avenged, I will hand over my life to you, and you can command me at will. No other words."
Gu Yuanqing said calmly: "There are many grandmaster techniques in the world, but how many people can achieve the grandmaster status? Not to mention whether you can become a grandmaster even if I teach you the grandmaster technique. Even if you become a grandmaster, what use will it be to me?" Gu Wenqi was silent for a long time, then kowtowed again: "I am sorry for disturbing you today, please don't blame me." "It doesn't matter." "Then I'll take my leave." Gu Wenqi stood up, clasped his fists and bowed, took three steps back, turned around and left, walked outside the yard, took a deep breath, and concealed the disappointment and loneliness in his heart. This was actually within his expectations. Just as Gu Yuanqing said, how could he be given the Grandmaster's method without any kinship? He was lucky that the other party would not pursue what he had done secretly on the mountain. The reason he came this time was actually because he was worried and didn't know what Gu Yuanqing was thinking. At the same time, he also wanted to test whether Gu Yuanqing had such cultivation level because he obtained the secret sword of Beiquan Mountain. If so, could he help him because he was a disciple of Beiquan Sword Sect? But it was obvious that Gu Yuanqing didn't care about him at all, and his words were full of rejection. Gu Yuanqing withdrew his gaze. It might be pitiful that Gu Wenqi, who was at the seventh level of Zhenwu, had fallen to his current state, but there were pitiful people everywhere. How could he simply teach him martial arts because of this? As for whether he left or stayed afterwards, it had nothing to do with him. After all, the two of them just met by chance. He glanced at the gate and it closed by itself. Then he picked up the book and read it slowly. Kyoto, inside the Gu family compound. The servants who were cleaning the courtyard were busy and talking in low voices. "Do you think that Gu Yuanqing from Beiquan Mountain is a member of our Gu family? I heard that there was a young master born out of wedlock named Gu Yuanqing." "That shouldn't be the case, right? The guy in Beiquan Mountain killed a master with one sword. I've also seen the young master Gu you mentioned, but I heard he didn't have much talent for cultivation. When he was enfeoffed out of the palace a year ago, he was only a Yuanshi." "It would be great if my Gu family could produce a master. Ever since something happened last year, the prince was stripped of his title, and the status of the Gu family in Kyoto has plummeted. Servants like me are looked down upon when we leave the palace." "Hush, be quiet, the steward is here." Peng Bingshan, the steward of the Gu family, entered the courtyard and glanced coldly at the servants who had just spoken. The servants all lowered their heads and remained silent. After a while, Peng Bingshan snorted coldly and left, passing through several corridor archways and coming to the backyard. Prince Gu, with his white hair and beard, was holding a sprinkler and watering several of his favorite orchids himself.
After a while, he put down the shower, handed the things to the servant, wiped his hands, waved away the other servants, and said, "How is Hongyu doing now?" The chief steward Peng Bingshan bowed and said, "The eldest master is feeling better, but I don't know which servant was so talkative that he passed on the news about Master Yuanqing to him. He has been drinking heavily these past few days." "Useless thing." Butler Peng Bingshan was silent for a moment, then asked, "Prince, don't we need to do something for Young Master Yuan Qing? He now has a master who is above the Grandmaster level behind him. If he is willing to say a few words for our palace, the palace will be much better off. In the past year, more than half of the business we managed has been lost, and the expenses in the palace have been reduced again and again. Several young masters and young ladies have some complaints and have come to me many times." Prince Gu snorted coldly and said, "You have been living a life of luxury since childhood, but you can't stand a little less salary? When I was young, I didn't even have enough food to eat, but I didn't complain. Don't bother with them in the future. If they need money, let them come to me." "Old slave, I understand." Prince Gu said calmly, "As for Yuan Qing, this matter is not up to us, but up to Your Majesty. By the way, Yuan Ying's monthly salary will be distributed according to the direct lineage in the palace from now on." Hexi Road is located in a valley more than a hundred miles away from Shuntian Prefecture. This is the headquarters of the Demon Suppression Bureau, and corpses are everywhere. The sturdy man wiped the blood off the knife and said with a lingering look, "Are there only a few of you here?" “Your Excellency, the ones in the Demon Suppression Division are all Zhenwu elites, more than a thousand people, and they have the grandmaster’s secret weapons in their hands. If they form an army formation, they can fight back even if the grandmaster comes. This is because they are needed to guard the seal of the demon cave.” The leader of the Red Dragon Cult could still not hide the horror in his eyes. Just with one strike of the sword, the army formation of the Demon Suppression Division, which had used the Grandmaster's secret weapon, was defeated. Afterwards, the members of the Red Dragon Sect who came with them stood aside and watched the burly man in front of them. Each of them took a sword and killed more than a thousand people. People in the world say that the Red Dragon Cult members have lost their humanity, but compared to the man in front of him, what can he be compared to? He looks normal on weekdays, but once he kills, he is like a madman. Almost half of the more than a thousand people were cut in half. "Then hurry up and set up the altar before all the blood of these people is shed. A thousand low-level Zhenwu monks can barely condense a second-grade Holy Demon Pill." (End of this chapter)