Zongwu: I have no fault in Yang Guo, how can I change it?

Chapter 125 The Battle of Xiangyang ([-])
Xiao Feng brows beamed with joy, he turned around and laughed loudly: "I didn't expect to see Brother Yang here."

"Haha, goodbye by fate, isn't this fate?"

Yang Guo smiled, he was slightly stunned after entering the inn, and said in a deep voice, "Brother Xiao seems to be injured."

"Drink a few more sips of wine for this little injury, it's fine!" Waved his hand, Xiao Feng smiled unabated, took the wine bowl on the table of the Eight Immortals, and drank it in one gulp, "No more chatting, Xiao still wants to accompany Ah Zhu Go to Guo Daxia's mansion to find Mr. Murong, come back later, and catch up with Brother Yang."

Hearing this, Yang Guo looked deeply at the silent A'Zhu who was behind Xiao Feng.

'Is this Xiao Feng really stupid or fake, can't you tell that A'Zhu doesn't want to go back to Murong Fu's side? '

After Yang Guo sighed lightly, the corners of his mouth curled up, "Ah Zhu, are you looking down at something for fun...or you don't want to see me?"

Xiao Feng was also puzzled, looked sideways and asked: "Ah Zhu, why didn't you speak for a long time, but what's wrong?"

A'Zhu raised her head, revealing a delicate oval face and a pair of eyes faintly rippling with water.

"Brother Xiao, I'm not feeling sick, it's just... just a little sleepy, and I want to sleep."

"Sleepy?"

Looking at the big sun in the sky, Xiao Feng was somewhat puzzled, but he has always been insensitive to matters between men and women, so he didn't think much about it.

"Ah Zhu, go back to your room to rest first, I'll go talk to Mr. Murong, and I'll come back to see you later."

After finishing speaking, Xiao Feng clasped his fists towards Yang and Long, and strode towards Guo Mansion.

As soon as Xiao Feng left, A'Zhu seemed to be drained of all his strength, he sat down on the stool and lost his spirit.

"Guoer, what's wrong with Miss Azhu? Is she sick?" Xiao Longnv looked at Yang Guo with a questioning look in her eyes.

Yang Guo had a strange expression on his face, "I'm sick, it's a heart disease, do you think it's Ah Zhu?"

Having been punctured, A'Zhu blushed and mumbled, "Yang Shaoxia...you see it?"

"Hehe, didn't Abi say that before? I always remember it!"

'Ah Bi is a dead girl, I will settle accounts with her later. Cursing inwardly, A'Zhu looked at Xiao Feng's disappearing back, and sighed helplessly, "Yang Shaoxia, what should I do, I... don't want to leave Big Brother Xiao."

Yang Guo sat calmly, drank a cup of tea, and asked with a smile:

"You don't tell Brother Xiao about this matter, you tell me, do you want me to tell Brother Xiao?"

A'Zhu sighed, his eyes were full of memories, but he didn't speak.

After all, she is a daughter's family, how can she speak too directly in such a large audience.

"Hey, why did Brother Xiao come back so quickly?" Yang Guo was a little surprised.

"Brother Yang, Chief Huang invites you and Miss Long to visit the Guo Mansion."

Hearing this, Yang Guo raised his eyebrows slightly, thinking that Huang Rong was asking him to defend the city.

After all, multiple people have multiple strengths.

Yang Guo nodded and stood up calmly.

"Then aunt, let's go and have a look, oh yes, Brother Xiao."

Xiao Feng who was asking about A'Zhu's health paused, turned his head and asked: "What's wrong with Brother Yang, what do you want to say?"

"It's nothing serious, it's just that A'Zhu just said that she likes you and wants you to marry her and accompany you to herd horses and sheep outside the Great Wall."

Before the two who hadn't reacted could open their mouths, Yang Guo took the little jade-skinned hand beside him.

"Auntie, how about we go and see what happened in the Guo Mansion?"

In the past two days, Jianghu people who received invitations came to Guo's mansion from time to time, Yang Guo also wanted to know what happened.

Yang and Long left indifferently.

The rest of Xiao Feng and A'Zhu remained silent, and the atmosphere became more and more weird.

……

The streets of Xiangyang City are still deserted, but the front of Guo Mansion is very lively with people coming and going.

After handing out the invitation, before Yang Guo could say anything, a girl dressed as a maid came forward quickly.

"Yang Shaoxia, Mrs. Long Miss invites you to have a chat in the back garden."

"Let's lead the way then."

"Yes."

back yard.

Now it is the end of autumn and the beginning of winter, the peach blossoms that bloomed in the past have long withered, and now there are mostly cold-resistant flowers such as osmanthus, plum, and chrysanthemums, and some evergreen bamboos.

At this time, in the fragrant garden, apart from Huang Rong basking in the sun, there was only Huang Yaoshi who was playing in the small pavilion next to him.

Sniffing the fresh air lightly with the tip of his nose, Yang Guo remained calm.

"Mrs. Guo."

As always, the unfamiliar address made Huang Rong's pretty face show a bitter smile.

"After a while, Miss Long, you should have come here a long time ago, why didn't you come directly?"

"If Mrs. Guo has something to do, you might as well speak up, there is no need to talk about the old days."

Huang Rong shook her head helplessly, "Guer, are you, Miss Tonglong, also here to defend the city?"

"no!"

Yang Guo said firmly.

Huang Rong was slightly taken aback, she was glad she didn't let Guo Jing come with her.

"Since it's not... then you and Miss Long should leave Xiangyang as soon as possible. After a while, I'm afraid you won't be able to leave even if you want to."

"Thank you Madam Guo for reminding me, I will take my leave."

Saying that, Yang Guo took Xiao Longnv's slender hand and was about to leave.

"Wait a minute."

"What's the matter?"

"After a while, if you and Miss Long don't want to leave for the time being, then you can stay in the Guo Mansion. I have asked someone to clean up the rooms for you. It's still the small courtyard before."

"I……"

"You don't have to refuse. If you stay here for a few days, you may not see each other in the future."

Yang Guo hesitated for a while, then said in a deep voice, "Then don't bother me more."

"That's good. I'm inconvenient, so I won't entertain you. You can do what you want."

Yang Guo nodded, ready to go back to the previous inn, to pack up his things, but when he arrived at the front hall, a handsome nobleman surrounded by everyone greeted him.

"Brother Yang, we met again, and you've been doing well recently."

Yang Guo was very surprised that Murong Fu would come to Xiangyang.

After all, it is not an easy task to wait until the soldiers come under pressure and then try to escape.

"Master Murong is here to guard Xiangyang?"

The corners of Murong Fu's lips turned upward, "For the sake of the people in the world, even if Murong gave up his life, he would stop the Mongolian soldiers from going south."

As soon as this remark came out, many people in the hall echoed and admired him.

"Master Murong is doing well."

"A role model for my generation, a role model for my generation!"

"This Nan Murong is worthy of being the leader of my righteous way of martial arts!"

……

On the surface Murong Fu remained calm and humble, but the flash of complacency in his eyes betrayed him.

The corners of Yang Guo's mouth twitched, he didn't know what to say for a moment, he just hoped that Murong Fu would not die on the battlefield, otherwise Wang Yuyan would cry to death.

"Young Master Murong, Mr. Yang still has some matters on his hands, so let's take a step first and talk about it later when we have a chance."

Murong Fu frowned slightly, a look of displeasure flashed across his brows.

He could also see that Yang Guo didn't really want to see him, and even avoided him intentionally.

This made Murong Fu puzzled, but also a little angry.

Think about when Murong reentered the arena and gained the title of 'Nan Murong', when did he receive such treatment?
Now there are dozens of people in this hall, none of them want to make friends with Murong Fu, which is in stark contrast to Yang Guo's attitude of avoiding the plague god.

"Brother Yang, wait a minute."

Yang Guo who had already accompanied Xiao Longnv out of the front hall stopped, looked back in confusion and asked, "What's the matter, Mr. Murong?"

Murong Fu waved the folding fan lightly in his palm, with a calm expression, with a slight smile on his handsome jade face, he cupped his hands and said:

"At the beginning of the year, Murong and Brother Yang had fought once, and the outcome was not decided. Today they met by chance, so I wanted to ask Brother Yang for some advice, and I hope Brother Yang can do it."

Hearing this, Yang Guo remained silent, he didn't want to have too much to do with Murong Fu.

"Who is Brother Yang that Mr. Murong is talking about? Why haven't you heard about him in Jianghu?"

"You don't even know him, Yang Guo, Yang Guo from the hero meeting."

"Oh... who am I supposed to be? It turns out that I'm just a villain who committed adultery with my master."

"Very much."

"What are you afraid of, what they do, don't let people talk about it."

"That's right, there is no good person in the Ancient Tomb Sect. Li Mochou is a female devil, and this little dragon girl is also a demon."

"I heard that this Yang Guo is still a Jinren wild species, and that Xiao Feng and that Khitan wild species are of a different race."

"Sure enough, a barbarian is a barbarian."

……

The front hall suddenly became noisy, attracting the attention of all the warriors in the left and right halls.

Suddenly being pointed out by thousands of people, Xiao Longnv was puzzled, "Guoer..."

Looking around, Yang Guo slightly closed his phoenix eyes, and smiled, very coldly.

"Auntie, you go back first."

Xiao Longnu shook her head lightly, and said warmly: "Let's go back together, to the ancient tomb, I don't want to come to Xiangyang anymore."

Yang Guo was slightly taken aback, his eyes flickered, and he asked slowly, "Is it because of them?"

Xiao Longnu didn't speak.

"Auntie, then you can just wait for me."

"it is good."

This time the little dragon girl answered.

Yang Guo nodded, his phoenix eyes slightly closed, he looked at the blue sky, hesitant in his eyes, then turned into firmness.

"Yang Guo, why do you want to be alone...Pfft—"

call--

A blow of "Heart Destroying Palm" lightly imprinted on that person's body, and in an instant, his internal organs were ripped apart and he died.

When someone died suddenly, everyone around was startled first, and then they all drew out their weapons and stared at Yang and Long.

laugh--

When the epee touched the ground, Yang Guo took a deep breath and said slowly:
"Actually, I have always disliked killing people. After all, a person's life is only once, which is very precious.

It's a pity, there are always people who like to annoy me, do you think it's right to die? "

"Hey, if you don't agree with each other, you will kill people. How different are you from the Devil's Cult?"

"Well, what you said makes sense, so please go ahead!"

hold head high--

The dragon roar exploded, and immediately knocked the man out, and he fell unconscious to the ground.

"Yang Guo, where did you learn my Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms? Tell me quickly!"

"Needless to say, it must have been taught by that bastard Xiao Feng!"

hold head high--

Longyin exploded, and another person fell to the ground.

"Look, you don't have the strength to connect with my palm, and you still like to slander others with empty teeth, isn't it stupid?"

"Young Master Murong, hurry up and stop this little devil!"

Murong Fu's expression darkened, he hesitated for a while, and walked forward.

"Brother Yang, I offended you."

Yang Guo's eyes flickered, and he asked calmly, "Master Murong really wants to do it?"

"excuse me!"

choke-

The sword uttered a dragon chant, and a beam of sword light traveled ten steps away in an instant.

"It seems that Mr. Murong has improved in martial arts."

"Brother Yang has won the prize."

Yang Guo's expression remained unchanged, he suddenly raised the epee with one hand and slapped it, a simple vertical slap, powerful and heavy.

Internal energy poured into the long sword, and Murong Fu met him with a horizontal sword.

Clang——

As soon as the blades collided, Murong Fu suddenly felt the force of gravity, his arm was throbbing with pain, sweat dripped from his forehead, the long sword bent quickly and almost broke.

Yang Guo's strength was controlled by his heart, and his five fingers swayed slightly, as if he was playing a pipa.

call--

A blow of "Heart Destroying Palm" came towards him, like a breeze blowing on his face, it was very refreshing, but Murong Fu's expression changed drastically and he retreated hastily.

Of course.

As soon as he took a step back, the semi-circular tip of the epee hit Murong Fu's chest and abdomen.

"puff--"

A mouthful of bright red blood spewed out, Murong Fu flew out backwards, the color was pale, and barely stopped when he hit the big lacquered red pillar.

Yang Guo's expression remained calm, without any change, as if he had expected it.

The warriors in the main hall were dumbfounded.

They never expected that the well-known Murong Fu would be beaten to death with three strokes.

"Did I read it wrong, why is Murong Fu so weak?"

"I heard that there is a disguise technique in Jianghu, this person must be a fake Mr. Murong!"

"That's right! Mr. Murong is a congenital warrior, how could he be so weak."

……

"puff--"

Hearing this, Murong Fu, who was calming down the turmoil of Qi and blood, couldn't control it for a moment, spurted blood and was seriously injured.

"What's going on, why did Mr. Murong suffer such serious injuries! Who did it?"

Guo Jing came back from Lu Wende's place, when he got to the front hall, he saw Murong Fu collapsed on the ground with blood on his lips, he was startled and furious.

"Guo Daxia help, this Yang Guo is crazy... um... um..."

"What's wrong with you, why don't you speak, what kind of magic has you got... um..."

……

Yang Guo glanced at Guo Jing, ignored it, rushed into the crowd in an instant, and accurately found those warriors who like to talk loudly.

The zhenqi at the fingertips is non-stop, and the body is like wind and electricity, like a tiger entering a flock of sheep, unstoppable and unstoppable.

"What are you doing? Crazy!"

As soon as Guo Jing came back to his senses, he saw the people lying on the ground with blood in their mouths, he hurriedly grabbed Yang Guo's arm.

Yang Guo was neither slow nor fast, and struck out the epee head-on.

laugh……

As soon as he made contact, Guo Jing's complexion suddenly changed.

Using the "left and right mutual fighting technique", the left palm made a move "seeing the dragon in the field" towards Yang Guo's chest.

hold head high--

A dragon chant rang out in all directions.

I saw the zhenqi in Guo Jing's left palm suddenly forming a golden dragon's head, majestic and terrifying.

Although this move is performed with one palm, its power is only one point worse than when Guo Jing used both palms.

"The Eighteen Palms of Subduing Dragon, which has the technique of luck, is indeed more powerful."

Talking to himself, Yang Guo held the sword in both hands, his arms and sleeves rattled, and suddenly swept across.

Before the sword arrives, the wind arrives first.

Guo Jing had a serious expression on his face, and hurriedly retreated, not daring to take the epee with his bare hands.

Just now, with that blow, Guo Jing's metacarpals were still in pain, and his Qi and blood couldn't flow.

If it wasn't for his internal strength being stronger than Yang Guo's, he might have fractured on the spot.

"What happened to you later? Wake up!"

呲——

The epee was pressed against the gray stone floor, looking around, Yang Guo nodded in satisfaction.

There were still five or six people trembling in the front hall, but they were very grateful.

Yang Guo didn't kill them all, he just injured their throats with his true energy, making them unable to speak for at least a year.

"Auntie, let's go."

As soon as Yang Guo entered and exited the front hall, Guo Jing couldn't bear it any longer. His body was trembling, and he asked sadly, "Go? You just left?"

"Otherwise, hero Guo?"

(End of this chapter)