The old man walked tremblingly to the peach tree.

He looked up and stared at the blooming peach blossoms, with a happy smile on his face.

Gu Yusheng was also happy for the old man.

But gradually, Gu Yusheng's expression solidified, and he walked step by step in front of the old man. The old man's smile was forever fixed in that moment, matching the peach blossoms.

The old man with the bamboo stick is dead.

Gu Yusheng buried him in front of the peach tree.

A woodcutter from the mountains came and gave the old man with a bamboo stick his final journey.

The woodcutter said to Gu Yusheng who was about to go on his horse: The old man has long wanted to go to Naihe Bridge to accompany his wife who was killed by a monster. Over the years, he just couldn't let go of his children, so he kept waiting. He thought that the children had learned the skill, so he

If he comes back, it may be because he hasn't finished killing the demons in Qingpingzhou.

"drive!"

Gu Yusheng rode his horse wildly on the plains of Qingpingzhou.

This way.

He met many low-level monsters.

Draw your sword and kill.

Gu Yusheng didn't know how far he had gone.

Peach blossoms are exchanged for pear blossoms along the way.

The injuries inside his body finally couldn't be suppressed.

When he was crossing a mountain, several powerful monsters devoured his white horse.

When the sky turns gray.

Gu Yusheng coughed again.

In the past few days, he had tried all his methods, but could not expel the cold ghost energy from his body. Although he continued to practice despite his injuries and gained new insights into the way of the sword, that ghost energy was really too powerful.

"I can't stop."

"I want to find my father's lost book box."

Gu Yusheng stood on the official road.

Vaguely.

He saw a teahouse on the roadside in the mountains, with yellow candlelight.

The pear blossoms in front of the teahouse have withered.

It's the end of mid-spring.

Gu Yusheng endured the coldness in his body and walked towards the tea shop.

"Shop, do you have any wine?"

Gu Yusheng took off the spiritual gourd from his waist and handed it over with his cold hands.

"There is no wine, but there is tea. You are blind and can't find or beat me!"

From the teahouse shed, an old man in shabby clothes came out, holding a teapot that was burnt black by the charcoal fire. He opened the window on the door frame, stretched out half of his body, and his eyes fell on the young man.

Wow.

Boiling water spilled from the kettle.

The tea vendor retracted half of his body, and the wooden board on the window fell down.

"Cough...cough."

Gu Yusheng turned around with some regret.

Find a tea seller and buy wine.

Indeed, I didn't go to the right door.

There was a squeak.

The door opened.

The tea seller, Old Qiao, was still holding the teapot and waved to Gu Yusheng.

"Are you leaving without a cup of tea?"

Gu Yusheng thought for a while and nodded.

He sat down and looked at the boiling water hanging from the teapot, as long as a transparent silk thread.

The few tea leaves in the bowl spread out little by little, each one becoming more green than the last.

The faint fragrance of tea floated, the fragrance of tea that Gu Yusheng had never tasted before.

He couldn't help but look up at the apricot-yellow banner floating in the tea shop, which clearly read: A bowl of Xianyun tea.

A moment.

Gu Yusheng had a smile on his face.

The destination he was looking for.

arrive.

Gu Yusheng couldn't help but say: "Old man..."

"Shh."

"Try some tea first."

The tea vendor put down the kettle in his hand and sat across from Gu Yusheng. He put his hands in his sleeves and secretly looked at the pale young man in front of him in the rising mist.

Is this the son of an old friend?

Is this the direct disciple that Lao Qin accepted?

etc.

The coldness on this young man's body...

This is?

Ghost sword energy!

Old Man Qiao's pupils shrank.

This kid.

Still alive?

What a miracle.

"Don't let the tea get cold."

Old man Qiao knocked on the table.

Gu Yusheng looked at the strange old man in front of him, and then at the tea bowl in front of him. He smelled the fragrance of tea floating in the bowl. Every time he breathed, he felt very comfortable. The cold ghost energy in his body became increasingly uncontrollable.

It seemed to have calmed down.

Gu Yusheng first held the bowl with both hands, as if thinking of something, he secretly changed to holding the bowl with his left hand, and held the sword at his waist with his right hand.

Old man Qiao smiled inexplicably.

This kid.

He is more cautious than Lao Qin when he travels around the world.

Gu Yusheng took a sip of scalding hot tea.

As soon as the hot tea entered my stomach, a warm breath rose from my Dantian.

My limbs, which had been numb by the cold air, also regained some feeling.

Gu Yusheng was secretly surprised.

At this moment, Gu Yusheng looked at the official road where he came from with some emotion, his brows furrowed.

People from Sijianmen.

It’s really hard to give up.

Gu Yusheng put a few pieces of broken silver on the table.

Walk quickly towards the official road.

Old Man Qiao silently watched Gu Yusheng's leaving figure, weighed the broken silver on the table with one hand, and said: "Like Old Qin, he is horribly stingy, but he just doesn't know how much fire he has inherited along the way of swordsmanship.

?”

in the dark.

Dozens of figures came from the sky and surrounded Gu Yusheng.
To be continued...