The sun was so strong that it was annoying. Gui Gu was not used to moving during the day. The sun exposed him completely. This feeling was really annoying.
But he had to go somewhere now.
A black figure stood on the cliff, and Gui Gu approached.
"It is said that Ghost Cliff is an unlucky place. Why did you choose this place as a contact place?" The voice was a little gloomy. Wudu turned around, his sharp eyes seeming to burst out thousands of poisonous needles at any time, killing people. "Um?"
"Unlucky people are suitable for unlucky places." Ghost Gu's tone showed no emotion or even emotions.
"Oh, this really sounds like what you said."
"How's the investigation going?"
"The sword should be in Jingmen's hands. As for the treasure mirror, there is no news yet."
"Yeah……"
"I have become a disciple of the She Zong, and I will take the sword back."
"No need, I will find someone to handle this matter."
"knew."
There was something strange about Gui Gu's face, and Wudu noticed it. "Any questions?"
"Why are you paying so much attention to that child?"
Wudu breathed a long sigh of relief. "That kid is special."
Just right.
"I think he is just a naive fool. I don't quite understand..."
"Okay." Wudu interrupted Gui Gu, "Since you failed to enter the boxing sect, you don't need to care about the child."
Ghost Gu was silent.
"Nothing special has happened recently." Wu Du said with a smile in his tone.
Gui Gu was stunned for a moment, then turned and walked away.
Wudu looked at Gui Gu's leaving figure and let out a miserable laugh.
"Things are getting more and more interesting..."
Confucian Hall
Shui Han looked at Xun Ge, wondering what he was going to do.
"Come in." Xun Ge pointed to a circular stone slab underground. It was a very strange stone slab, located directly under the stone statue of Confucius. It was slightly raised upwards. For some reason, Shui Han always felt that there was something strange about that stone slab. The breath seems to have some kind of power.
Shui Han and the others stood up. Standing on the stone slab, they looked up. They could just follow the upward curved right hand of the stone statue of Confucius and look straight towards the roof. Shui Han found that there was an identical stone slab embedded in the roof. Shui Han just thought If you look carefully, you can hear Xun Ge's voice,
"Ready, let's start." Xun Ge pressed his hand on the floor. At that time, Shui Han had a strange idea. How could this person judge the direction so accurately if he couldn't see?
Waves of light circles stung Shui Han's eyes. Shui Han felt as if something had been sucked in. When he opened his eyes again, everything was unfamiliar.
"That's right here."
Zhongqiu looked at the endless surroundings and let out a long sigh of relief.
"That was the Tao Confucian secret method, the teleportation array, the ultimate secret method that can send anything to a place within a radius of three hundred miles outside the Confucian Palace."
Looking at Shui Han who was stunned, Zhongqiu explained. In fact, the transmission range is not that exact, but Xun Ge's ability can probably reach this far. That boy is not easy. Zhongqiu sighed in his heart. He has always been the boy left behind in the past.
Shui Han nodded as if he understood. Mr. Zhong stood aside, silent, but his eyes were fixed on Shui Han. Shui Han was panicking. He always felt that this kid must hate him. Indeed, Mr. Zhong was the one who hated him the most. I hate people like Shui Han who know nothing and have no ability. Just like me, I was just a lamb to be slaughtered.
Suddenly, Zhongqiu turned around and ducked behind Shui Han. Shui Han was very surprised. Looking back, he felt heavy and strange, looming.
Shui Han looked around, and the air became blurry at some point, feeling like fog.
Footsteps approached, and a gloomy man gradually appeared. With withered yellow hair, cold eyes, and ghostly steps, he was!
The back of Shui Han's head felt hot and he broke into a cold sweat. The murderer who killed Fatty Wen was not dead.
"Hey, Shuihan."
He kept patting Shui Han's shoulder with his big hand, so familiar.
Shuihan looked back,
The small eyes under the short black hair, the aquiline nose, and the mouth that is always hidden in the thick beard, you...
Wen Zhong, Wen Fatty, the boss... Shui Han didn't know how to call him. After all, in Shui Han's impression, he had already gone to the tavern, the Zuixian Tower where he grew up, and he saw it with his own eyes. Everything was lost, I thought I had nothing left...
"Long time no see." A familiar voice.
"you……"
Shui Han was speechless.
"This will be explained later."
Wen Zhong took out the ax from his waist and got into a stance.
Jinling smiled slightly,
"Junior brother, you are no match for me."
"Shut up, you bastard!"
In an instant, Wen Zhong appeared in front of Jin Ling and swung his axe.
"Boom -" huge roar...
"Let's go." Zhongqiu urged, "We still have a mission." He knew that this was their battle.
"He just left!" Shui Han was shocked. The big thief who had made his life a mess was right in front of him. How could he...
"Don't you understand yet, kid!" Mr. Zhong became angry.
"Since Peach Blossom Spring, there has been no precedent for letting freshmen go on missions. The reason why I brought this good-for-nothing waste out is to lure him out. You alone are not qualified to join the battle. To be precise, if it weren't for you..."
"Shut up." Zhong Shao was stopped by Zhong Qiu.
"Tch." Mr. Zhong looked disdainful.
"Let's go." Zhongqiu turned around.
"Wen Zhong will solve it here."
The group moved on.
Shui Han was speechless all the way, and his heart seemed to be in pain.
