Comprehensive martial arts pen to punish the world

Gu Xichao never thought that there would be such an opportunity in his life.

As the son of a prostitute, he was branded as a humble slave from birth, and even beggars looked down on him.Obviously full of talent and learning, but restricted everywhere because of his birth, countless ridicules and ridicules, as if he should just accept his fate and fall into the mud.If he is a mediocre person, he may be willing to be ordinary, or he may accept his fate.But he knows that he has the talent to stand above the sea, so he is not reconciled, unwilling to fall into the dust, unwilling to become a worm that others can easily kill, and he has a bright cloud in his heart, and never gives up.

If you were born in a lowly position, you would try your best to gain fame, if you didn't have enough money, you would perform on the streets, if you were denied fame, you would go to the border to join the army, and if you didn't appreciate it, you would distribute your hard work everywhere.Ups and downs and thorns can't dampen his spirit, and wind, frost, snow and rain can't dampen his ambition. He thinks that he has never lacked that talent and ability, but his life is not good enough, and he always lacks an opportunity.

When I returned to the inn where I stayed temporarily, I was exhausted physically and mentally. I ordered a bowl of low-quality rice wine, not to get drunk, but to warm my heart.

Later, many years later, when Gu Xichao recalled the past, he suddenly felt that such things as chance and luck really have no common sense to follow.

"Excuse me, is it Gu Xichao, Mr. Gu?" A young man in white clothes walked into the inn and walked straight to him in the corner.Gu Xichao looked back at him, the clothes and dress of the other party looked like those wealthy sons who walked the rivers and lakes, they looked out of place in this dilapidated inn.

"I'm Gu Xichao, what's the matter, my lord?" Gu Xichao spoke softly, but secretly guarded in his heart, if something went wrong, the weeping ax would slip out of his sleeve.

The young man in white looked around the hall, then glanced at him again, and nodded in satisfaction.He took out a piece of paper from his pocket, and immediately said: "You have written a book, what is it called?"

An astonishing speculation crossed Gu Xichao's mind, because of the slim possibility, he was so ecstatic that his breath became stagnant.The heart in his chest was agitated and anxious, but his face was still calm and calm, which made him look more elegant because of his blue shirt and wide sleeves: "My lord, I have indeed written a book called "Seven Strategies" .”

The young man in white nodded slightly, and said again: "Can you explain the general idea of ​​the book?"

Gu Xichao's heart suddenly settled.Once the long-cherished wish of many years came true, although he was ecstatic, he was even more calm.After waiting for so many years, he doesn't care about waiting for a while, let alone allow himself to make a mistake the moment before his wish comes true.He calmed down his breathing, smiled calmly, and said, "Of course."

In a corner of a dilapidated inn, Gu Xichao talked about his thoughts and ambitions in a gentle manner, showing off his grand plans, turning years of depression into words and strategies that he held in his hands, pouring out all at once.The young man in white just listened quietly, nodding his head slightly from time to time, although he didn't say he understood everything, but Yue Mo remembered everything.

"Since it's confirmed that you are Mr. Gu Xichao, I can safely hand over this letter to you." The young man in white pushed the letterhead in front of Gu Xichao.

Gu Xichao was slightly taken aback. He thought that the young man in white in front of him was a master with discerning eyes, but he didn't expect to be an errand runner: "Sorry, may I ask your master..."

"Ah, I don't have any master, I just came to deliver a letter for someone." The young man in white stood up and was about to leave, but he still comforted him with a smile, "This sir's letter is very important. If I wanted to find Gu Xichao who wrote "Seven Strategies", I had no choice but to run errands myself. Although I don't know why he wrote the letter, Mr. Gu is a talented person, and he can get into the eyes of this lord. It is much better than having the blue eyes of the current sage, after all, what this lord can give you is not just a high official and generous salary."

After the man finished speaking, he smiled lightly and left, his posture was so free and aloof that he didn't pay much attention to the Lord of a country.

The letterhead was placed in front of Gu Xichao like this, the envelope wrapped around flowers and silver patterns, and the five words "Gu Xichao's personal letter" were written so elegantly and unrestrainedly.

Gu Xichao suddenly felt dry mouth, couldn't help but drank the rice wine on the table in one gulp, the sharp pain in his throat gave him a vague sense of reality.

"Brother Hua Qi, Doctor Pei Yuan, and Gu Xichao all agreed." Mu Shu collapsed on the bed like a salted fish, pressing the text input device on his ear with one hand, and complaining to the system while typing , "I thought Dr. Pei Yuan was going to give me a bad tongue, but I didn't expect the reply to be quite gentle, wow, it's completely different from when he was practicing medicine."

To be honest, Pei Yuan's popularity in Ten Thousand Flowers Valley has always been very good. He is handsome and elegant, gentle and polite, and is loved by his fellow disciples.But once it involves your own business, the authority index will skyrocket. It can become Godzilla with a black shell in minutes, and it is no longer a myth that it can stop children from crying at night.

It is said that his usual mantra is "Fork out, the living will not be cured".

#I was once cured by him, so I was a dead man. #

#Hold tight roll shivering. #

Mu Shu was not surprised that Hua Manlou, Pei Yuan and Gu Xichao would agree to this matter.Gu Xichao wants to become famous and achieve his great ambitions; Huamanlou has always been in awe of the identity of "Fusu", and hopes to use his experience as a prototype to tell more people to cherish their own lives. Naturally, he would not refuse to be kind; and Dr. Pei Yuan is indifferent to reputation, and he doesn't bother to do things like fishing for fame, but if his story and some common medical knowledge can be popularized and help more common people, he will also Will not refuse.

The only thing that made her unsure was Su Mengzhen, the owner of the Golden Wind and Drizzle Tower, the Red Xiudao who only wanted to drive out the Tartars and regain the lost land.He has no shortage of reputation, no lack of gold, silver and jewels, and he doesn't even have the compassionate heart to save all living beings.Mu Shu couldn't figure it out for a while, how to get the proud landlord Su to agree to let her write a book?

Just as he was making trouble, the door of the room was knocked lightly, and the gentle voice of Ye Xufeng, a female disciple under Wushuang's sect, came: "Little owner, someone is looking for you."

"Hey!" Mu Shu hurriedly got up and straightened his clothes, and hurriedly rolled up his long hair before he opened the door and asked suspiciously, "Is someone looking for me?"

"Yes, the two gentlemen who just came to Peach Blossom Island say they are old acquaintances of the owner of the small villa. I hope to see you." Ye Xufeng's seniority is a generation lower than Mu Shu's, but his age is similar to Ye Zhiqiu's. The younger brothers and sisters are not much older, and the uncle is very caring and pampering.Seeing that her hair was slightly disheveled at this time, I couldn't help but raised my hand to comb her curly hair, and said with a smile, "They are two girls who are about the same age as the owner of the small village, one is a disciple of the Tang Sect, and the other seems to be from the Ming sect. It's waiting at the front."

Mu Shu's heart hung in his mouth, and he thought to himself, could it be that Tang Xiaoyu had already found the body of the three yangs with no veins?But even though he was extremely happy, he could only hold back his excitement temporarily, and said with a slight smile, "Ah, it's a friend I met before, a very cute girl. I haven't seen her for a long time, and I don't know if she is still okay."

Mu Shu put on some clothes, obediently let his nephew do the bun for him, and then hurried towards the main hall.

Tang Xiaoyu felt that her hall master was really seriously ill recently, so she somehow threw her to the Kingdom of Jin to collect some weird medicines, and her future wife didn't care about her suspected cheating.I thought they were destined for death, but I didn't expect him to come all the way to the Kingdom of Jin suddenly. At that time, she and Beatrice were about to break into the Mongolian tribe. Seeing that the black jade ointment was about to be obtained, they were suddenly caught by him. He pulled it out and told her to guard the future young lady to find out who was going to kill her.

After Tang Xiaoyu heard it, her whole body almost fell apart. Although she is good at collecting information, how can she have any experience in investigating such things?But the hall master spoke in an extremely treacherous way, saying that someone had manipulated Miss Ye Jiaqi's mind and intended to replace it, just like the ghost story about resurrecting the dead.Tang Xiaoyu, who always likes novelty things, couldn't hold back the temptation, and called up the information of Miss Ye Jiaqi in the branch hall. Following the clues given by the hall master, she actually found something wrong.

Ye Mushu, the seventh owner of the Ye family, suffered from a serious illness when he was four years old. He had a high fever that persisted. After waking up, his temperament changed drastically, and he was completely different from before.When he was five years old, he experienced Fang Yuqian's incident. He was seriously injured and almost died young. After waking up, his temperament was different again, and he became docile and soft again.If you don't think deeply, you won't see anything wrong. It will only make people feel that you are too young and your mind is uncertain.But if you follow the direction of the conspiracy, you will find mysterious and suspicious points everywhere, which makes you feel chilly.

So Tang Xiaoyu readily agreed to the hall master's conditions, and came to Peach Blossom Island. Compared with worrying about the seven masters who only met a few times, she was more curious about who made the skill of replacing other people's souls, and what was it? Pictured?Of course, if she could really kidnap a young lady and go back, she would not believe that the hall master would dare to bully her in the future.

#堂主You are so annoying, none of my silly brothers are as annoying as you. #

Expressionlessly complaining about her brother and the bastard hall master in her heart, Tang Xiaoyu took a deep breath when she heard the approaching footsteps.

"Xiaoyu, do you have anything to do with me?" Accompanied by the woman's gentle words, one hand gently patted the top of her hair.As the killer in Ni Zhan Tang, Tang Xiaoyu had to use up all his self-control every time to ensure that he would not kill the weak girl in front of him just because of a momentary miss.

Beatrice, who came with Tang Xiaoyu, buried herself in a white cloak in a calm manner, without saying a word.Before coming to Peach Blossom Island, Tang Xiaoyu repeatedly warned her that no matter whether it was the owner of Cangjian Villa or Huang Yaoshi of Peach Blossom Island, they were all first-class and elegant celebrities in the Central Plains. It's really ridiculous.

Under the influence of her own leader, Beatrice has a longing heart for the culture of the Central Plains. On the one hand, she does not want to lose face of the Mingjiao, and on the other hand, she does not know the true meaning of the word "Fengya".

However, seeing a young girl coming from the back hall at this time, her words were as sweet and gentle as the green water in the oasis, and when she noticed her gaze, the girl turned her head to look at her and smiled, which instantly reminded Beatrice of the Mingjiao's death The reed flowers that bloom leisurely in the stream are very different from the chamaejasma flowers growing in the sea of ​​death. The reed flowers are as peaceful and beautiful as the stream of the dead.

Beatrice's cat-like eyes stared at the girl for a moment, and she felt that every movement of her hand and foot was so beautiful, as cute as a small and white reed flower.

#噫, what a lovely lady! #

#I want to give you my, dried fish! #