Early the next morning, when Wang Xizhou walked out of his room and wanted to go downstairs to have breakfast, he happened to meet Bai Gu, who was also going downstairs to have breakfast.
It's just that Bai Gu is a little... weird today?
Looking at Bai Gu's walking movements, it seems that his hands and feet are a bit...uncoordinated?
Wang Xizhou stepped forward and asked with concern: "Xiao Bai, is your foot sprained?"
"Oh, ah, yes! I didn't pay attention when I got up in the morning. I fell down and my feet hurt a little now." Bai Gu came to his senses and laughed.
It was Bai Gu who smiled so guiltily.
You can't say that you stayed up in the middle of the night and ran to the eaves to blow the wind. When you came down, your foot accidentally slipped and your whole body rolled down like a ball and fell on your butt, right?
It’s embarrassing to say it!
Wang Xizhou was doubtful, "It shouldn't be a big problem, right?"
With that said, Wang Xizhou reached out to help Bai Gu.
Bai Gu quickly waved his hand and said: "It's okay, it'll be fine in just two days. It's a small problem. Brother Wang, please go ahead. I can do it myself."
Wang Xizhou glanced at him again. Although he didn't really believe it, he didn't say anything more. He just said "be careful" and went straight downstairs.
When Bai Gu saw that Wang Xizhou was no longer at the end of the corridor, he let out a cry of pain. He quickly held his waist with one hand and rubbed it gently to relieve the stinging pain in his buttocks.
Bai Guke fell hard last night.
Four floors. There was a snap.
Even if he used the Wood Spirit Armor in time, Bai Gu still had the illusion that his butt had blossomed.
The stinging pain, even after a night, still hasn't diminished at all.
Bai Gu didn't dare to touch the painful area directly, so he could only rub his waist to relieve it.
It's this action... It's extremely inelegant and can easily be misunderstood.
Especially Bai Gu was still standing at the door of the room, leaning on the wall and bending over to rub his waist.
Bai Gu suddenly realized this, and quickly straightened up, but it hit a painful spot, and he took a deep breath.
Bai Gu quickly looked around.
Fortunately, there was no one in the corridor.
It would be nice if no one was there.
It’s not a good place to stay for a long time, you have to get away quickly!
Thinking of this, Bai Lingma set off.
Bai Gu just supported his waist and walked back to the room with small steps.
Then Bai Gu closed the door quickly and gently without making any sound.
Afraid of waking up the dreamer.
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In an ancestral hall, the inner hall used as the meeting hall for ancestors is very large. Compared with the simple and old furnishings, it looks even more unconventional. I think I was once wealthy when I came here, but it just declined later.
An old man was sitting on a futon in the center, his back to the door, drowsy.
Even with the light behind him, it is difficult to hide the old man's old age and decline.
The old man put his hands in his sleeves and coiled a piece of jade gallstone in his hands, which was the size of a goose egg and was wrapped round and round. Even in the darkness, there are faint lights flickering.
The wind and snow two years ago were so heavy that the cave in the back mountain collapsed.
The old man had been in seclusion in the back mountain for many years. Because of this incident, the opportunity he had finally obtained to break through became elusive again.
But the old man was not sad.
Because his grandson is back.
He is still a swordsman now.
Even better, his grandson became a father and he became a grandparent.
Well, it doesn't get much better than this.
The warm afternoon sun was shining down from outside the gate, illuminating the entire inner hall and also shining warmly on the old man.
The corners of the old man's mouth seemed to be unable to raise, but his whole body exuded a cheerful smile.
It's also warm.
Life is already very satisfying so far, and there is no need to ask for anything more.
A figure suddenly appeared at the gate, holding a wooden sword at an angle in his hand, and his body was filled with sword energy.
The visitor blocked the door, facing outside the inner hall, standing back to back with the old man.
"Grandpa, they are here."
The person who came was none other than Bai Gu's cheap drunkard master, Lin Xianyu.
The old man hummed.
Nothing follows.
In front of the drunkard Lin Xianyu, there was a group of men who were approaching menacingly. However, due to the cold sword energy on the drunkard's body, they all had to stand a few feet away from the drunkard and surrounded him.
Of course, this is just their own wishful thinking.
As for drunkards, don't hesitate to give them a second look.
What a bunch of filthy bastards!
Even when he drew his sword, he only used the most ordinary wooden sword with poor workmanship.
Want him to use his own sword?
Sorry, none of you are qualified.
In the inner hall, the old man was sitting on a futon, his head slightly lowered, feeling sleepy.
At the gate, the drunkard held a wooden sword in one hand, his eyes cold, and his sword aura.
In the courtyard, everyone stood in a group, concentrating and holding their breath, as silent as cicadas.
The atmosphere in the venue instantly froze and fell into calm.
In the end, someone from the Lin family couldn't hold it back and said softly, "Lin Xianyu, get out of the way, we want to meet the old patriarch!"
The drunkard glanced at the man, then looked away and turned a deaf ear.
In terms of seniority, that person was his distant cousin.
But in the eyes of an alcoholic, everyone is the same, so it doesn't work.
They are all rubbish, and saying a word to them would be a loss of status.
Seeing the drunkard like this, the man became angry instantly, pointed at the drunkard and yelled: "Good boy, you killed your fellow tribesmen as soon as you came back, and now you are ignoring your elders, you——"
The man suddenly felt as if someone had strangled his neck, his face turned red, and he couldn't say a word.
Because at this time, there was a sword as thin as a needle, but extremely cold, lying across his neck.
Just hovering three inches above his neck, the sharp edge emitted by the sword energy had already cut a small gash in his skin, releasing a few drops of blood.
As long as he dares to say one more word, he will have a stick of incense to enjoy during Qingming Festival in two months.
The man's face trembled several times, and he slowly retreated back, hoping to get rid of the threat of the drunkard's sword energy.
After all, the feeling of cold air on my neck is uncomfortable.
Then he sadly discovered that no matter where he went, the sword energy was like a maggot attached to a bone, hovering three inches above his neck, not even a centimeter more or less.
The man looked like he was mourning, with a face that was about to cry, but he didn't dare to speak.
I had to break my teeth and swallow it in my stomach, full of bitterness.
The drunkard suddenly twitched the corner of his mouth.
These people are still as stupid and blind as ever.
You really don’t think I dare to kill them all, right?
A few more voices came out from the audience, some of them comforting the drunkard to stop, so as not to hurt the friendship between the same clan, some of them asking the drunkard to quickly admit his mistake and be punished lightly, and some of them just watching the fun and not taking it too seriously, in front of the crowd. The peacemaker also secretly poked at the angry one.
Anyway, they all spoke in the tone of elders. At first glance, they sounded like they were admonishing, but there was no hint of discussion in their tone.
The drunkard sneered.
Even if there are lessons learned, there are still people who are not afraid of death and want to stand out against the general trend.
Do you really think that you are still as easy to handle as before?
The drunkard just glanced at those people, and there was a sword energy hovering around their necks, just like the previous person.
It’s commendable that you have the courage to reward them.
There are not many such brave people these days.
"Lin Xianyu! Do you really want to kill us all? Do you know that the Mingqiu Lin Sect is relying on us to support us now. If we die, the Mingqiu Lin Sect will collapse! You are different from annihilating the clan with your own hands. What's the difference? With such a cold-blooded and cruel demeanor, aren't you afraid that the ancestors of the Lin family will be uneasy under Jiuquan and come to you at night to collect this blood debt? "
The drunkard glanced at the person who spoke.
That man was his third uncle, his father's younger brother, and he was somewhat related by blood.
"The Lin family is now as declining as a tributary. It only survives on a little ancestor's shadow. It exists in name only. How is it different from the annihilation of the clan? Rather than continue to rot in your hands, it is better for the Lin family to end it as soon as possible to save the ancestors. The little face I have left will be trampled on by you."
After the drunkard finished speaking, the sword energy hovering at his second uncle's neck made a clear sound, and a blood flower bloomed.
A big head rolled to the ground.
The drunkard glanced at everyone coldly, "You can say it, you are going to die anyway, just treat it as your last words."
"You rebellious bastard! If I had known that you should have been executed on the spot, we wouldn't have been humiliated by our Mingqiu Lin family for so many years, and now we have to be raped, humiliated and killed by you!"
"Poof!" A human head fell to the ground.
"Shu Zi, you will be punished one day!"
"Poof!" Another blood flower bloomed.
"Lin Xianyu, I won't let you go even if I'm a ghost!"
"puff!"
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"Xianyu, it's about time to stop." A helpless voice sounded, and several sword lights were seen in the distance, and they quickly arrived here.
The drunkard glanced up and then looked back.
He is his second uncle who is the most reasonable, and he is also the strongest person in the Mingqiu Lin clan except the old patriarch.
Among the Lin family today, apart from the old man sitting in the inner hall, the only person who can say a few words in front of a drunkard is this second uncle.
But this doesn't mean that an alcoholic will look down upon him.
As the second-in-command of the Lin family, he hides in his own one-third of an acre of land all day long, ignoring important matters within the clan and allowing the Lin family to decline.
This kind of person, if he hadn't tried his best to protect the drunkard back then, the drunkard's first sword after he came back would have been him!
"Second uncle, go back. After today, Lin will need you."
Lin Xiu smiled bitterly, "Then my reputation should be running out."
"Do you have to sacrifice your life for these idiots who should have died long ago?"
"We are all from the same clan after all." Confidence appeared on Lin Xiu's face, "Moreover, there is a sword formation in the clan. Even if you are now a Sixth Realm Sword Immortal, I and several clan members can join forces to stop you."
As he spoke, Lin Xiu held the long sword in his hand, and several people behind him also formed a formation, and the sword energy suddenly overflowed.
The drunkard looked at the sword formation set up by Lin Xiu and a few others with strange eyes.
But the drunkard didn't say much. He just turned around and said, "Grandpa, I may not be able to hold back this time."
After a long time, the word "um" came from the inner hall.
It's very slight, like a piece of fluff parked on a thin line, ready to fall off at any time.
There was sadness in Lin Xianyu's eyes.
Lin Xiu and others' expressions suddenly changed, and they gathered their spiritual power to defend themselves.
The next second, Lin Xianyu's sword energy surged. He held the wooden sword at an angle and slashed sideways with the sword.
There is only one sword.
The sword energy fell from the sky like a waterfall.
