Because of the sale of the temple, Gu Yijiu and the other two left the village and went to live in the old house at the foot of the mountain.

Qianye Zhouzuo is terminally ill and sleeps every day, and rarely wakes up.

Gu Yijiu forgot the sword technique and focused on taking care of the elderly.

One evening half a month later, the old man woke up and insisted on going out for a walk.

Gu Yijiu had no choice but to obey and helped him outside. The old man stared at the sunset for a long time, then suddenly turned around and said, "I'm so sorry, I probably can't invite a bowl of rice in that head."

Then he fainted again, without any signs of waking up for three consecutive days.

Gu Yijiu knew that the old man had not had much time.

"Can't you think of a solution?" He asked Immortal Star with the last glimmer of hope.

Immortal Xingchen shook his head: "He was suffering from a terminal illness five years ago, and it was not easy to persevere until today. Now that the deadline is approaching, what else can I do?"

Gu Yijiu was slightly surprised: "Terminal illness? But I think he walks normally on weekdays, and doesn't seem to have illness."

"Just hold on."

"Why hold on?"

"Because he is Chiba Shusaku."

Gu Yijiu shook her head: "I don't understand."

"You will understand when your name can be passed down." Seeing Gu Yijiu's expression is low, the immortal stars comforted him with a rare sentence: "Birth, old age, sickness and death are the norm, you don't need to be sad."

Gu Yijiu sighed, "I know, but I am still sad."

"Childish." The immortal stars put on their cloaks and walked towards the depths of the forest.

Gu Yijiu asked, "Master, why are you still going up the mountain late tonight?"

“I have something to do.”

"Now?" Gu Yijiu said hesitantly: "From Mr. Qianye's current situation, you may not be able to see you again when you leave."

"It's better not to see you when I meet the old man."

The immortal stars left without a trace of hesitation.

Gu Yijiu sat quietly in front of the house, waiting for the parting alone.

Suddenly, he stood up because he smelled blood.

It's not from the house, but from the woods.

A figure stumbled out, covered in blood. Gu Yijiu recognized him as one of Qianye Zhouzuo's disciples.

He hurriedly stepped forward to support him: "Senior brother, who hurts you?"

The man grabbed Gu Yijiu's clothes, with blood and tears on his face, and said sadly: "The Sato family, the Sato family lied to us!"

Gu Yijiu frowned, but the matter was prioritized, so he said: "I'll talk about these later. You are seriously injured. I'll stop the bleeding for you first."

The man cried and said, "It's too late, it's too late! The villagers and all the senior brothers have been arrested by the Sato family. Please ask the master to go and save the person, please ask the master to go and save the person!"

After yelling like this, the man was so angry.

Gu Yijiu was stunned for a while while holding the corpse, sighed, and stroked her unclosed eyelids.

He moved the other party's body back into the house and covered it with a straw mat. He bowed to Qianye Zhou, who was still sleeping, and said apologetically: "Mr. Qianye, I have something to go out and can't be with me. Please atone for my sins. I will use it for you to use the wooden sword and return it tomorrow morning."

Then he walked towards the village.

There was suddenly dark clouds above the mountain behind me, followed by lightning and thunder.

Gu Yijiu glanced at it and muttered in a low voice: "I hope it won't rain."

...

...

After half a month, the decadence of the past was gone in the flower fields of the small village, and flowers were planted again.

The flowers are red, the stems are like umbrellas, and the petals are like needles. They are particularly enchanting. Now they cover the fields, which is even more spectacular.

A man suddenly fell into the field from a distance, crushing the flowers and swaying large petals.

"Is this Qianye Zhouzuo's sword technique? It's really vulnerable!" The person who spoke was a man with a sharp mouth and a monkey cheek. He held a strange long sword in his hand, and a short branch was found at the hilt of the sword, just like a branch of a tree.

The person who fell from the flower field was the oldest disciple of Qianye Zhouzuo. He was now covered in bruises, but he still stood up tenaciously and slashed at the man with a fierce sword.

"You are not allowed to insult the master!"

The sword was slashed out with anger, and the power was even greater. There was a faint sound of wind and thunder, and it seemed like it was entering the house.

But the sharp-mouthed monkey cheeks were not concerned. With a long sword in his hand, the older disciple's attack was stuck in the branches of the hilt. Before he could pull out the long sword from it, the sharp-mouthed monkey cheeks twisted his wrist and he yelled, and the sword was taken off and the weapon was seized.

The elder disciple was in a mountain village, and his experience of fighting was all the practice of interrogating and practicing among his brothers. He had never seen such strange means. He was immediately confused and at a loss. However, his sharp-mouthed monkey cheeks were in power and he was unforgivable. He raised the hilt of the sword and hit the elder disciple's face, which made him bleed blood in his mouth and nose, and fell into the flower field again.

"Weak, so weak!" The sharp-mouthed monkey cheeks grabbed the older disciple's hair and pulled him up, saying disdainfully: "I'm so useless, how capable can Qianye Zhouzuo have? If I had known this, I wouldn't have been so cautious. If I led my brothers to rush to kill him, I would definitely be able to chop Qianye Zhouzuo into meat paste. You guys, right?"

"It's no big mistake to be careful, it's always good to be cautious." The eldest son was a young man with a pale face. He said with a little dissatisfaction: "Now you are no longer a bandit, but a caravan guard hired by my Sato family. Don't talk about fighting, killing, and killing."

"Then, like you, you will fight and kill secretly?" said a sharp-mouthed monkey cheeks, "Everyone thinks that the Sato family is just a arrogant businessman who bullies the market. Who knows that you secretly planted Manzhushahua and did the vicious business of having no sons and grandchildren? How many people have been killed by the Sato family over the years? Dozens or hundreds, thousands or tens of thousands? Such achievements, if you follow the rules of bandits, my corpse dog will call you a big brother!"

As a rich young man, he naturally did not want to be the eldest brother of a bandit. He said coldly: "Don't forget, you and your brothers are all my Sato family who pay for the money to raise them."

"Haha, of course I won't forget it, so I'll let you bastard call me in front of me."

"you!"

"Okay, don't say too much. You look down on me, and I look down on you. I know that you brothers are making trouble for your family property, but don't think about taking me for yourself. My corpse and good dog are disrespectful to heaven and earth, and are not afraid of ghosts and gods. They have always recognized money and not people. If you offer a starting price, I will kill people for you. If someone offers a starting price, I will kill you for you!"

The eldest son looked ashen and cursed: "It turns out that people are as their name suggests, they are unfamiliar wild dogs! Well, since there is Golden Avenue and you don't leave, then you can continue rolling in the mud. I'm tired, and I'll leave the matter to you later, no problem, right?"

The corpse dog smiled and said, "Of course there is no problem. Didn't the villages do this before? Let them get poisoned with flower poison and force them to plant flowers for you. After they squeezed out their labor, they will let them die. Anyway, they have become useless people at that time and can't cause any storm."

"Well, just understand." The eldest son thought about it and said, "This village has been engaged in planting flowers for generations, and it must be superb. If it can improve the flower seeds, it will stay for a while."

"Where are Qianye Zhou these disciples? They can't plant flowers."

"It's up to you to be happy." The eldest son said and entered the room.

The corpse dog laughed and whistled, and a large number of ferocious men walked out of the darkness. It was probably more than a hundred.

"I thought I could fight with the masters, but I didn't expect that Qianye Zhou Zuo was famous, which was really disappointing. Come on, let's hang these boys up and dry them."

"yes."

"Master... Master is not just a name. He is very capable. Killing you is like killing a chicken?" The older disciple panted and defended his master.

The corpse dog became interested and asked, "Then why are you so unbearable?"

The older disciple said ashamed: "I am stupid in my qualifications, and my master has not taught me my profound sword skills."

The corpse dog laughed: "It's the old man who cherishes his own purity. He is so narrow-minded, what kind of advanced sword skills can he have?"

"Wrong, Mr. Chiba is not not teaching, but they don't learn."

The corpse dog was startled and said, "Who is it?"

Gu Yijiu walked out holding a wooden sword and said, "It's me."
Chapter completed!