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

Chapter 163 Mo Xiezi

Just as Lu Wushuang was about to ask, she saw Yang Guo disappear in a few steps, thinking that Yang Guo's tone was wrong just now, she couldn't help but feel a little worried.

"Miss Lu, why don't you leave?" Yilin stopped, walked towards Lu Wushuang, looked left and right, "Where's Benefactor Yang?"

"Huh...he has something to do, so he told us to go first."

"Then let's go quickly, Master Yang's martial arts are so strong, I think it will be fine, and it's going to rain heavily, don't get your clothes wet, it's not good if you get a cold."

Lu Wushuang responded, and was dragged away by Yilin with worried brows.

……

Rumbling--

The angry thunder roared, and the Thunder Snake reflected the sky.

The strong wind picked up, and the faintly visible round of spring was covered by dark clouds.

The spring rain turns into cold smoke with the wind, and the skin is cold.

Holding an oil-paper umbrella, looking at the people in front of him through the rain, Yang Guo pursed his lips, and suddenly accelerated his pace.

Beside a rockery.

A bright girl in a red fur robe pursed her red lips and said to the beautiful woman who was holding a baby in her arms, "Mom, it's raining so hard all of a sudden, let's go faster, Daddy is still waiting." What about us."

The beautiful woman nodded slightly, and just when she was about to respond, a young man in black wearing a bronze mask and hair loose casually appeared beside her.

The beautiful woman's heart tightened, and she subconsciously hugged the baby tightly in her arms, making a defensive gesture.

Holding an umbrella in one hand, the girl in red pointed at Yang Guo's nose and said, "Hey, what's wrong with you, you almost hit my mother!"

Yang Guo glanced at her, ignored her, looked at the beautiful woman with slightly disheveled temples and spring water in her eyes, and fixed her eyes on the baby with red lips and white teeth in her arms, "This baby looks pretty, is it a boy or a girl?"

Hearing this familiar clear voice, the girl in red was shocked, "Yang...Yang Guo?! You're not dead yet!"

Yang Guo glanced at her coldly, "If Miss Guo doesn't want to die, just shut up!"

"you……"

"Why did Fu'er talk to your elder brother Yang, apologize quickly!"

Displeasure was written all over Guo Fu's face, she turned her head away and did not look at Yang Guo.

Flicking the black hair on her temples, Huang Rong suppressed the initial panic, and looked at Yang Guo calmly, with a faint smile on her cheeks, "It's been a long time since I saw you, how is your injury?"

"Please trouble Madam Guo, Mrs. Yang is fine."

Huang Rong smiled, unable to see Yang Guo's emotion, she said slowly, "It's cold outside, let's go upstairs first, you, Uncle Guo, miss you a lot too."

Yang Guo nodded, looked into Huang Rong's eyes, and asked tentatively, "Can you show the child to Yang?"

Huang Rong's smiling face froze, her heart beating like a drum, "This..."

"Yang Guo, you...ah—"

I saw Yang Guo waving his clothes lightly, a gust of wind suddenly picked up, and the cold rain with his true energy swept away Guo Fu who hadn't finished speaking.

"Fuer!"

"You didn't hear Yang's words, did you?"

After saying a word, Yang Guo stared at Huang Rong with a cold star in his eyes.

Seeing Yang Guo's sudden move, two disciples from Sword Forging Villa drew their swords and pressed on him.

Yang Guo didn't move a single step, the zhenqi lingered all over his body, he took half a step and released the fine iron sword from the two people's hands, then he waved his sleeves, blowing out two streams of zhenqi, and swept the two of them away.

"Mrs. Guo, don't panic. Yang didn't kill her. He just taught Lingai to shut up temporarily."

Reaching out his hand to hand the oil-paper umbrella to Huang Rong's head, Yang Guo, half of his body drenched in rainwater, asked again, "Mrs. Guo, Mr. Yang is not playing tricks anymore. Can you tell Mr. Yang, where is Aunt Yang?"

Huang Rong's heart was beating fast, but her expression remained the same, "Guoer... I have never met Miss Long."

"So that's the case." Yang Guo nodded, the suction in his palm was strong, and he grabbed Guo Fu's throat in his palm.

"Ms. Guo doesn't know something. Mrs. Yang is very talented and has excellent five senses. Although the rain is a bit heavy, Mrs. Yang's ears are still very good. Since you said you have never seen it, why did you see Mrs. Yang? So fast? But what did you do wrong?"

Listening to Yang Guo's words, Huang Rong's eyes flashed with horror, she tried her best to regain her composure, and then comforted Yang Guo.

"stop!!"

A middle-aged burly man who is not angry and majestic, holding a golden dragon condensed with true energy, stepped through layers of rain curtains, and hit him wrapped in rain.

Throwing Guo Fu away, Yang Guo turned his wrist half a circle, the rain all over his body instantly turned into ice balls, and the "Xuan Yin True Qi" greeted him.

scoff, scoff, scoff...

The two strands of zhenqi were three feet apart, strangled and fought fiercely, and the surrounding rainwater turned into a hazy mist in the aftermath of the rippling waves, making it impossible to see your fingers.

Guo Jing blushed furiously, and continued to pour out his true energy, the energy of the thirteen "Kanglong Yougui" was as continuous as the waves of the sea.

Yang Guo frowned, and secretly called "Dou Zhuan Xing Yi".

Boom!Boom! !Boom...

The rockery was shattered abruptly by the overflowing zhenqi, with a loud noise and broken stones splashing indiscriminately.

Looking at Yang Guo who was fighting Guo Jing's internal strength with his face turned sideways, Huang Rong's eyes flickered, her left palm had condensed true energy, and she couldn't take a picture for a long time.

"Mrs. Guo, hurry up if you want to do it."

The dull and weird voice sounded, Huang Rong panicked, her eyes were blank for a moment, then she woke up, her eyes hardened, and just when she was about to make a move, the baby in her arms burst into tears.

almost simultaneously.

Guo Jing, who stopped his hand when he heard the cry, suffered a loss. He stepped back a few steps, and after suppressing the agitated blood, he said angrily:

"Your Excellency's martial arts are so powerful, why do you do such dirty things!"

"Well... dare I ask what kind of dirty things Yang has done?"

Guo Jing was stunned for a while, and when the surrounding smoke cleared a little, he saw Yang Guo's figure, and asked tentatively, "Guo... Guoer?"

"Hero Guo should just call Yang by his name. He is so intimate. Be careful that others will misunderstand our relationship and damage the reputation of your Guo family. Wouldn't the loss outweigh the gain... Mrs. Guo, don't you think so?"

Guo and Huang suddenly felt hot on their faces, and they were extremely embarrassed.

"After a while, don't be angry. In the past, Uncle Guo was sorry for you, but it won't happen in the future. Uncle Guo came here today to clarify for you and Brother Xiao."

"There's no need for Mr. Guo to bother. It's just a bunch of straw bags. Yang...cough...cough...how can Yang be afraid of it."

Yang Guo half-spoken and coughed twice.

Guo Jing was at a loss, and hurriedly asked, "What happened later, but I hurt you just now, don't move, I'll show you."

Say it.

Guo Jing stepped forward quickly, trying to feel for the veins on Yang Guo's wrist.

"Hero Guo, if you are free, might as well take care of Miss Guo." Yang Guo flitted away, glanced at the people from the Jianghu who had been attracted by the movement just now, handed the oil-paper umbrella to Guo Jing, and the few disappeared into the criss-crossing buildings.

When Yang Guo disappeared, Guo Jing came back to his senses and patted his forehead annoyedly, "I should have kept him, he was injured so badly last time, he must not heal yet."

"Brother Jing, go and see Fu'er, she was injured by Yang Guo just now."

Guo Jing glanced at Huang Rong, doubts filled his heart, he helped Guo Fu up, checked it, and pointed out several fingers one after another.

As soon as Guo Fu woke up, she swung her fist and attacked, but was blocked by Guo Jing's broad palm.

"Daddy, forget it, Yang Guo wants to kill me, he wants to kill me, you kill him quickly..."

"Nonsense, Guo'er's martial arts are not inferior to mine now, if he wants to take your life, just rely on your three-legged cat's kung fu, can An Neng survive?
Just now he sealed your acupoints with true energy, and you wanted to kill him, how did I teach you?How can you be so..."

Listening to Guo Jing's endless reprimand, Guo Fu's eyes turned red, and tears flowed down with the rain.

"Okay, brother Jing, don't talk about Fu'er, she's injured."

"Crying and crying at the slightest scratch, what she looks like, it's all because you protect her all the time, that's why you have developed such a squeamishness!"

Huang Rong pursed her red lips lightly, and snatched the oil-paper umbrella from Guo Jing.

"Fu'er, let's go and tell your father to figure out who is his daughter and who is his son."

Guo Fu glanced at the silent Guo Jing, snorted, and followed Huang Rong away, leaving Guo Jing sighing in the heavy rain.

……

mountain tower.

From the outside, this building seems to be embedded in a steep mountain wall, and only half of the building can be seen. On the whole, it looks simple and elegant, which is very impressive.

Perhaps because the building has been built for a long time and weathered, there are many scars on the masonry, iron and wood of the building, giving it an inexplicable sense of vicissitudes.

Yang Guo strode to the building, only to find that there is another universe inside.

"Casting Sword Villa" is located in a valley, and there is a high wall and iron gate at the entrance of the valley. Go deep.

Yang Guo wondered if the mountain wall was hollowed out like the "Zhongnan Ancient Tomb".

Red candles can be seen everywhere in the building, and the gentle candlelight is rippling, reflecting the surroundings very brightly.

Yang Guo greeted a disciple of Zhujian Villa, and after finding out the specific location of the "Shenwei Assembly", he soon came to a large hall.

Now there are not only bright red candles, but also many faintly glowing night pearls, showing the magnanimity of "Zhujian Villa".

At this time, there seemed to be nearly a hundred people in the main hall, most of them were famous figures in the Jianghu, either the head of a sect, or knights with strong martial arts.

However, the atmosphere in the hall was a bit strange, as if a fight would start in the next moment.

What it comes down to.

It is because the people invited by this "Sword Casting Villa" are not only famous and decent, but also heretics.

Just like that Miejue Shitai, who has no balance between good and evil, has mobilized his internal energy at this moment, and is staring at Mingjiao's Five Elements Banner envoy, as if he will do it the next moment.

Along the way, Yang Guo saw many familiar faces, chose to ignore them, and walked over after finding Lu Wushuang and the others with his mind full of thoughts.

Seeing Yang Guo appear, Lu Wushuang said pleasantly, "Are you done?"

"not yet."

"Oh……"

Lu Wushuang nodded, and in order to ask Yang Guo why he left suddenly, he whispered, "Yang Guo, tell me, will they fight?"

Yang Guo withdrew his thoughts slowly, scanned the audience, and said calmly.

"Don't worry, they won't be able to fight. Since the "Sword Casting Villa" has invited those sects that have mutual hatred, they will naturally not let them go. Besides...even if there is a fight, I can still bring you guys Leave safely and watch the show well."

The voice fell.

Yang Guo closed his eyes, resting his mind peacefully.

Lu Wushuang snorted, and continued talking to the little nun, but because she hadn't seen any disciples from the Hengshan School, the little nun was a little restless.

a long time.

Lu Wushuang pushed Yang Guo's shoulder and whispered, "Yang Guo, they're here too."

Yang Guo opened his eyes, followed the direction of Lu Wushuang's fingers, and saw Guo Jing and his party who were being complimented all the way to the front.

"It's nothing to make a fuss about. Guo Daxia asked someone for help before, and now he has to return the favor."

Lu Wushuang was slightly stunned, and asked in confusion, "Guo Daxia still needs help?"

According to Lu Wushuang's thinking, Guo Jing's master is Beibei, his wife is Huang Rong, his father-in-law is Dongxie, and his family are all well-known figures in the martial arts, so why do they need help?
Yang Guo kept silent, put his hands on his "temples", pretending to be asleep.

time flies.

Most of the people invited by "Sword Casting Villa" had already arrived, and the hall gradually became quiet.

Not for a while.

Then I saw a stunning beauty in a loose purple robe appearing in the center of the hall.

The woman was in her early twenties, her skin was fair, and under the candlelight, she could faintly see the luster flowing, her eyes were like purple grapes, rippling with faint purple light, she was extremely charming, but she could be seen in a pair of cool Chang'e eyebrows. Next, adding a sense of indifference and alienation out of thin air.

There was a simple long sword pinned to her waist, and there was no sound when she moved, obviously she was good at lightness.

More than 600 eyes in the arena stared at the woman, but the woman still looked at it indifferently, without any timidity at this age.

"Little Girl "Zhujian Villa" No. 40 The seventh-generation owner, Mo Xiezi, has met all heroes.

I think it has been [-] years since the day I sealed the "Sword Casting Villa", and today it was unsealed, and all the heroes came to support me, the little girl is not honored..."

That Mo Xiezi's voice was clear and cold, with a slight sense of distance.

Listening to Yang Guo, he couldn't help feeling that he was somewhat similar to Xiao Longnu.

"Yang Guo, this owner is really a beauty."

Lu Wushuang listened intently, and suddenly sighed, which made Yang Guo extremely astonished, gave her a strange look, and didn't say anything.

……

"As the saying goes, a sword matches a hero, and a hero comes from a young man. Our village wants to select three young heroes in a martial arts competition, and give them swords. I wonder if you are interested?"

When Mo Xiezi said this, he showed a faint smile, his eyebrows and eyes were curved, like a purple rose blooming after the rain, very charming.

"Hey, this beauty, I mean so-and-so, this year, if you win the top spot, you don't need a sword, you can do it with a beauty."

The person who spoke was none other than Yun Zhonghe, the "heinous" one of the four great villains in Xixia.

At this time, he was staring at the beauty in purple on the stage with a lewd expression, and he was about to bleed out.

Of course.

Although there were quite a few self-proclaimed chivalrous knights glaring at them and condemning them verbally, no one made a move.

Many people looked at Mo Xiezi with flickering eyes. Although their eyes were not very lewd, their intentions were just like that of the crane in the cloud.

If this Mo Xiezi is married, the Nuoda "Sword Casting Villa" is not in his pocket.

The hall fell silent, everyone was waiting for Mo Xiezi's answer.

a long time.

"If there is someone under the age of 30 who wins the first place and can beat Mo Xie, Mo Xie is willing to marry."

Mo Xiezi spoke lightly, holding the hilt of his sword in his hand.

(End of this chapter)