Chapter 303: There Is No Acquaintance in the West Out of Yangguan

Lu Zhou remembered Gong Yuandu's description just now.

Think about how it feels to be in retreat...

Smile:

"The oldest of ordinary people is only about a hundred years... Cultivators may be another kind of ordinary people."

Gong Yuan glanced at Lu Zhou, glanced over Lu Zhou's white hair, and said, "Brother Ji's explanation is quite new. Brother Ji has changed...a lot."

They are old rivals.

In a way, old rivals know each other better than friends.

Lu Zhou just nodded, unable to deny.

I can't say in front of him that I come from another world, a very special and distant world.

"You too." Lu Zhou said following the memory in his mind.

Gong Yuandu in memory is not a good thing.

One mountain cannot tolerate two tigers.

Gong Yuandu is insidious, forbearance, and cunning by nature.

He can stay in the Sword Ruins for a hundred years and endure what ordinary people cannot.

How can you live under the eaves?

Perhaps it is because people who are about to die are also good at their words. Gong Yuandu at this moment seems to be unable to see the shadow of the past.

...

Three rounds of wine.

The sun has tilted.

The sun just fell on Gong Yuandu.

He enjoyed it very much.

He looked at Leng Luo, Pan Litian, and Hua Wudao nearby... At the same time, his eyes passed over Duanmusheng, Xiaoyuaner and others.

He looked at the towering Motian Pavilion again.

Said: "These two people who are discussing swords with me..."

"Leng Luo." Leng Luo said his name again.

It may be felt,

Gong Yuandu's state is a little wrong, like Alzheimer's, and his memory is very short.

"Pan, Litian." Pan Litian wanted to say the old beggar, but after thinking about it, he finally reported his real name.

Gong Yuandu was slightly surprised and said:

"The first master of Jingming Dao... I remember you."

"Award."

"When the incumbent Sect Master of Jingming Dao died, you fought with the Eight Great Elders. It is said that you were seriously injured, rescued by the Fourth Prince, and ran to the garrison?" Gong Yuan looked at Pan Litian suspiciously.

Everyone looked at Pan Litian.

Is this the reason why Pan Litian left Jingming Dao?

"It's all in the past, not worth mentioning." Pan Litian waved his hand.

It doesn't matter how Gong Yuan knew.

"Brother Ji is really a good trick. Even old people like Leng Luo and Pan Litian can be subdued... I admire them." Gong Yuan seemed to be returning to the light, and his waist was straightened a bit.

When finished saying this.

cough cough.

Gong Yuandu coughed violently again.

Only this time, there was no blood from coughing, and the hair turned white again and again.

This time, he was completely old.

People who burn blood essence are equivalent to overdrawing their vitality in advance, and use extraordinary means to obtain a short-term improvement in cultivation.

Even if it is to use Jedi Healing... it is impossible to save it.

What's more, Gong Yuandu's shocking move just now had murderous intentions.

Gong Yuandu's eyes fell on Lu Zhou, and his tone changed: "It's almost time."

"Aren't you going into the coffin?" Lu Zhou looked at the coffin next to him.

Lu Zhou originally planned to give him a chance if he wanted to stay in Motian Pavilion, but after listening to his insights in the Sword Ruins, this chance was gone.

"No."

Gong Yuan didn't even look at it, shook his head, "I suddenly remembered a kind of witchcraft. If someone with a heart wants to manipulate... Lao Tzu, it will be disgusting."

"Right."

Lu Zhou nodded and raised his wine glass.

Gong Yuandu's mouth twitched, hehe said, "You old man... can't you say something nice?"

got windy.

The Motian Pavilion without the protection of the barrier also has a clear feeling of turbulence.

The light of the setting sun became more and more red, like the blood of countless people.

Nourishes—

A surprising scene appeared.

Gong Yuandu's feet were like sand, peeling off bit by bit.

He is like a sculpture made of sand.

"Hello, drink two more glasses." Lu Zhou raised his glass.

"OK."

Gong Yuandu's hoarse voice disappeared, becoming energetic, young, and playful.

He used the dantian qi sea to block the supernatural power of rolling characters, and the qi sea that sealed the energy couldn't hold it anymore.

Down with a glass of wine.

His entire right leg was gone.

The grains of sand drifted away with the wind.

Then there is the other leg.

The wind is getting stronger.

All eyes were on Gong Yuandu.

Energy returns to heaven and earth, vitality returns to nature, and the wind dissipates.

"Good wine..." Gong Yuan put down his glass.

His hands were placed in front of him.

Both legs are gone.

The rate of peeling is getting faster and faster.

"I'm leaving, what else can I say?"

"That's it."

Lu Zhou shook his head and sighed:

"I advise you to drink a glass of wine, and there is no old friend when you leave Yangguan in the west."

Lu Zhou picked up the wine glass and drank it all in one go.

Gong Yuan drank his last glass of wine.

He put the cup on the table.

A faint energy rippled out.

Gong Yuandu's body, like sand, was swept up by the wind.

When he only had his head left, Gong Yuan asked a question: "Where is Yangguan?"

Unfortunately……

He couldn't wait for Lu Zhou's answer, and the question was scattered in the Jinting Mountain with the wind.

The energy dissipates.

The table is empty.

In front of the main hall of Motian Pavilion, quietness was restored.

A moment of silence.

Lu Zhou stood up with his hands behind his back.

His eyes swept across the coffin and the messy ground.

Everyone is mourning...

In the end, it's just a dead enemy.

Gong Yuan has burned his blood essence and lost a hundred years of life. Even if he doesn't come to challenge Motian Pavilion, he will die.

He wanted to die in a coffin, or leave a whole body.

Maybe when I was drinking, I suddenly realized something and temporarily changed my attention.

"Pack up."

Lu Zhou said calmly.

"Yes."

...

Go back to the hall.

Others followed into the hall one after another.

into the temple.

The crowd bowed.

"Master."

"Master."

Lu Zhou's eyes looked around, wondering, "Ming Shiyin and Zhao Yue are not here?"

Duanmusheng cupped his hands and said, "When the master was in retreat, the fourth son came to Feishu... He said that he was in the capital and would pick up Junior Sister Zhaoyue to return to the Motian Pavilion together. It will take some time."

"Let him go."

Duanmusheng withdrew.

Lu Zhou looked at Pan Litian, Leng Luo, and Hua Wudao.

Seeing their gray-haired, old-fashioned appearances...

Kind of embarrassing.

The Motian Pavilion has become an old age pavilion.

Only Xiaoyuan'er is full of vigor and radiance...

Lu Zhou remembered the scene where Gong Yuan was drifting with the wind again, and fell into deep thought. He had a reversal card, but he was not worried. What about them?

"Pavilion Master, Jiang Aijian Feishu."

"Read." Lu Zhou asked.

"Old senior, Zhengyi has been destroyed by the Nether Sect, Zhang Yuanshan is nowhere to be seen, and the Nether Sect's actions have attracted the attention of the royal family; it is a coincidence that Anyang and Shangyuan are in chaos, causing the royal family to be unable to deal with the Nether Sect; , your fourth and fifth apprentices are safe in God, and I will take good care of them for you; let me tell you another news, the five rats are dead, and it was your sixth apprentice, Ye Tianxin, who killed them."

After reading, the entire hall fell into silence.

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