Chapter 109: Bitter Wine Enters the Throat and Heartaches (1/3)
At the foot of Jiuyang Mountain, in a quiet small village, Old Man Shan has prepared a table of sumptuous dishes for Gu Tingyu and the others. The food is delicious and tastes good.
After coming back from life and death, after experiencing all this, I found out in a daze that it was such a happy thing to live.
When he returned, he was young and vigorous.
When he returned, he looked at the mountains and rivers with his turbid eyes.
After having a dinner, Gu Tingyu gave Old Man Shan an extra amount of money. Money is something outside of his body, and the cultivator should be so aware.
He didn't worry about how the other party would treat Old Man Shan and them, and Gu Tingyu also said to Old Man Shan when he left, if there are any strange people in the future to find out if anyone has been in the village.
You can say it bluntly, don't hide anything everywhere.
It is not so easy to lie to the ascetics, especially the powerful ascetics.
Moreover, ascetics should not be vicious assassins to ordinary people, as long as Old Uncle Shan tells the truth, there is no need to worry about others at all.
"Thank you, thank you, don't worry, I will keep it secret for you." Old Man Shan said with a smile.
Gu Tingyu looked dumbfounded. He really didn't mean that. The reason why he gave more money was not meant to be a hush fee.
"I mean."
"Don't worry, I know. I often act on TV and I'll be tight-lipped." Old Man Shan said with a smile, with a trustworthy look on his face.
Gu Tingyu was too lazy to say anything further. This treacherous appearance was not believed at all. It is estimated that if someone were willing to spend money to inquire about Gu Tingyu and the others, Old Man Shan would also sell them.
Forget it, the one that should come will come, and you can't hide it if you want to hide.
This was unstoppable after all, unless Gu Tingyu killed everyone who saw them.
He is a cultivator, not a demon cultivator, how could he swing a butcher knife to an unrelated ordinary person
This is not something that a monk can do.
The two bikes hummed, leaving the originally peaceful and peaceful small mountain village with clouds of dust, and took the dust away until they bypassed the mountain road, took the highway, and galloped away.
No one knows what happened in Jiuyang Mountain in just two days.
No one knew that Gu Tingyu was a person who had died in Jiuyang Mountain a long time ago. He has seen everything through life and death.
The weak eats the strong, although he is a monk,
But living in seclusion in Baiyun Mountain all the year round, I have never experienced the cruel laws of the monastic world, even if I can often hear people say how cruel and cruel the monastic world is, how cheap human life is, it is not as good as grass.
But in these two days, he really experienced it.
It turns out that this is really the case.
He knew the cruelty of the monastic world and the cruelty of the monastic world.
Human life? Hehehe, that doesn't exist. Although Gu Tingyu didn't see the mysterious golden man with his own eyes, he saw the long sword that was as dark as ink.
With just one sword, at least thirty monks left their lives in Jiuyang Mountain.
Gu Tingyu didn't say a word on the way back from the car, he wants to become stronger, he wants to become stronger.
Jiuyang Mountain, after a long time, will usher in another battle. The strong man who wins after the battle will see the death place of Jiuyang Mountain. Maybe at that time, he will go to investigate again.
Although the murderer was not Gu Tingyu, it was him invisibly.
After getting on the highway, Gu Tingyu increased the speed of the car, far surpassing that of the red Wrangler driving on the fold-sleeve, enjoying the feeling of speeding on the highway. Only in this way, the restless heart was a little calm and a little indifferent.
The time it took to go back was a full half shorter than that on the way back. At any rate, Gu Tingyu drove this road once, and he didn't run the wrong way or make the wrong intersection.
Naturally, in this way, the time wasted is much less.
After getting off the expressway and entering Rongcheng, Gu Tingyu drove back to Luoxue Caotang, Zhexiu did not go with him, but went in the opposite direction.
On the way back, Tu Xiaobai woke up, hugged Gu Tingyu from behind through the seat, crying with snot and tears, but refused to let go.
To put it bluntly, Gu Tingyu swears, wrote a letter of guarantee, recorded a video, found a witness, and said that he would never take such a risk in the future. After going all the way, Tu Xiaobai forgave him with satisfaction.
At the entrance of Luoxue Thatched Cottage, a group of four masters and five people used bricks to build an earthen stove with an iron pot on top. The pot was full of fragrance. Five people sat around the earthen stove, eating meat and drinking.
With a hum, a white off-road vehicle stopped in front of them.
"Ah, Master is back."
Huang Lijuan is a very foresighted person, immediately put down her wine glass and jumped up, thinking of going to pull the car door for Gu Tingyu.
But now Gu Tingyu has a black line. The moment he got off the car, he brought an invisible cold wind. The indifferent eyes made Huang Lijuan and the other few others silent. They didn’t dare to say anything. Today’s master is a bit scary, no It's like the master who was able to interrogate in the past.
An intuition tells them that it is best not to provoke this master today.
After getting off the car, Gu Tingyu opened the back door, picked up Tu Xiaobai, and helped Ye Wanqiu, who was still slightly injured.
When several people saw Ye Wanqiu's body stained with blood, they couldn't help being angry, and stepped forward to show their loyalty: "Master, what happened? Who hurt your wife like this?"
Ye Wanqiu's face turned red when she heard the word "senior mother". Although she was injured, they were all skin injuries, which were not serious, especially for cultivators.
This teacher mother called Ye Wanqiu to his heart.
It feels sweet.
Gu Tingyu shook his head and said calmly: "No."
After only one word, he returned to Luoxue Cottage with Tu Xiaobai in his arms.
When Ye Wanqiu heard them calling his wife, he couldn't help but be a little enthusiastic: "He has something on his mind today, and he feels distressed. It's not that you provoke him."
"Thank you, Madam, it turned out to be Jiangzi, which scared us to death. I thought it was because we didn't do the things Master explained and was rejected by Master."
"My heart is distressed? Then drink, the bitter wine hurts in my throat, ah, ah, it's a drunkenness to relieve a thousand sorrows, nothing can't be solved by alcohol." Murong was not afraid to step forward and actively said.
"Master, do you want to have a drink together?" Brother Master shouted at Gu Tingyu, who walked into the Luxue Cottage, "Dog meat stewed in a clay pot with firewood, a pot of steaming dog meat in the winter is beautiful, and the goddess must Elder village chief Bei, get together?"
"Bring in the pot or something." Gu Tingyu didn't look back, said something, and then returned to the house with Tu Xiaobai in his arms.
"Yeah! Master wants to accompany us to drink."
"Hahahaha, great, great!"
"Lao Gao, to fight another dog, you must have a black dog. Let's have a good drink with Master!"
"Dogs hitting?" Ye Wanqiu was a little dazed, these people are too bandits.
(End of this chapter)