The red light in the sky flashed away, disappearing into the baby's body like lightning. Guo Bin was shocked when he saw it, and all his murderous aura disappeared in an instant. His face showed surprise, and when he saw that innocent smile again, he actually smiled too.

smiled.

"Everyone, get out of here!"

There was a rush of footsteps, and all the sergeants exited the courtyard. Only Guo Bin's four personal eunuchs stood behind him and did not move.

Guo Bin leaned down and gently picked up Guo Xuanwu. He stretched out his right index finger and gently touched his soft chin, which made Guo Xuanwu laugh wildly. The laughter was clear and loud.

This irresistible sense of pleasure made Guo Bin, who had always been cruel and ruthless, suddenly feel pity for him.

"God has been so kind to me! He actually gave me such a good son. The Guo family has an heir! The Guo family has an heir! You are the darling of the Za family! Geez, giggle..."

The creepy laughter echoed in the night sky, which made Guo Xuanwu's heart tremble: "Fuck! Why does this laughter sound more and more like a eunuch? Who the hell gave birth to me?"

"This child was born with strange phenomena, mysterious and mysterious, and has strange bones. He is a good material for martial arts training. Let's call him 'Xuanwu'!"

Guo Bin held Guo Xuanwu tightly in his arms and giggled non-stop.

The four personal eunuchs behind him were able to get to this point. Naturally, they were very skilled in the art of flattery. How could they let go of such a great opportunity? They all immediately flattered and said: "Congratulations, father-in-law, on your happy birth.

!”

"Father-in-law? They call him father-in-law?! He's really a eunuch! How the hell did I get here? What's going on here? It's so... difficult..."

Guo Xuanwu wanted to curse his mother, but he cried loudly.

His crying reminded Guo Bin that there seemed to be something unsolved.

Guo Bin's face first showed a look of reluctance, and then his eyes gleamed, revealing a cold murderous intent!

The next moment, his body shook violently.

"puff!"

A bone-chilling chill came out of his back and enveloped the four young eunuchs in the blink of an eye.

The poor four little eunuchs didn't say a word, and they all turned into ice sculptures covered with a thick layer of white frost!

"Cackle, cluck..."

Guo Bin looked up to the sky and laughed, his body suddenly rose up from the ground and landed on his mount. There was a sound of horse hooves and disappeared into the vast night.

On a small hill about ten miles away from Taohua Village, there is an ancestral temple dedicated to the martial arts cultivator "Bingjianhou".

As the right-hand man of Sun Che, the founding emperor of the Lingyue Dynasty, Wu Xiu fought in all directions and never suffered a defeat in his life. After his death, Sun Che ordered the construction of ancestral temples throughout the continent and the implementation of Spring and Autumn Festivals to show the emperor's praise for opening up the territory.

The heroes and generals who expanded the territory not only represent Sun Che's great achievements in those years, but also highlight the unparalleled achievements of the "Bingjianhou" martial arts cultivator.

At present, this ancestral temple has been in ruins for more than 300 years and is dilapidated. In this era when people are in dire straits, who is willing to spend money to repair it?

At noon on the third day after the tragic deaths of Chen Yi and his wife, a heroic young man came to the door of the temple.

This man is seventeen years old, about 1.9 meters tall, with a tall build, natural supernatural power, and a red complexion. Although he is young, he has a beard about three inches long under his chin. It is dark, shiny, soft and delicate, making him look a little bit...

Young and old.

When the young man walked into the temple, he was faced with a majestic bronze statue of Wu Xiu standing in front of him. He was nine feet tall, his eyes looked far away, and he looked down at the world, with the power of overwhelming mountains and rivers. He was wearing an armored battle robe, with his arms crossed on his chest.

In the crook of his arm is a broadsword five feet long and eight feet wide, dark and shiny.

Under the sunlight at noon, the bronze statue of Wu Xiu shines brightly, which is very incompatible with the dilapidated and decayed temple scene. It is obvious that it is like this because it has been wiped frequently.

The young man knelt down and kowtowed three times, and in a loud voice he said, "Junior Duan Hong is passing by here and has come here to pay his respects!"

Then he stood up, stared at the bronze statue and said: "Old senior! You are the person Duan Hong respects the most in his life. You galloped on the battlefield, expanded the territory, and made unparalleled achievements. You are truly a model for future generations! Duan Hong is determined to do this, even if

Even if you are wrapped in horse leather, you will never regret it. If a man is born like this, what more can I ask for!"

"Hello!"

Suddenly, there was a sound of sneezing under the stone case of the shrine next to the bronze statue, which startled Duan Hong.

Looking closely, he saw an old man with gray hair emerging from the stone table. He was in ragged clothes and unkempt. He turned out to be an old beggar.

"ah....."

The old beggar stretched a long way and looked at Duan Hong out of the corner of his eye. A look of surprise flashed across his face inadvertently.

Duan Hong bowed slightly, clasped his fists and said, "Is this old man a temple blessing? It's really not easy to live in this deserted temple!"

"Aba! Aba..." The old beggar was babbling and gesticulating with his hands. He was actually mute.

Judging from the gestures he made, it seemed that he did not admit that he was a temple blessing, and he stretched out his hands as if to beg.

Duan Hong was startled, and he stroked his beard as usual. His eyes showed compassion, and he took out a piece of broken silver from his pocket and handed it to him without hesitation.

"Seeing that your hands are stained with patina, I thought you must have wiped the bronze statue of General Wuxiu, so I mistakenly thought you were a temple blessing. You are a mute beggar who doesn't eat enough. If you don't go begging for food, you will

This bronze statue has been polished extremely clean, I believe you are also a kind and righteous person."

The mute beggar took the broken silver and bowed repeatedly to express his thanks. Duan Hong knew that he was mute but not deaf, so he hurriedly asked: "How can I get to Taohua Village? Can you take me there?"

The mute beggar babbled again and made gestures, as if asking who he was looking for?

"Old man, I want to find a couple. They are Chen Yi, the son of Chen Fan, the Minister of War of the dynasty, and his new wife. They are both skilled in swordsmanship. They saved my life three years ago, so I worshiped him as a righteous man.

Brother, he once told me that he would live in seclusion in Taohua Village. I came here this time just to visit my benefactor and sworn brother."

The mute beggar couldn't help being stunned, and thought to himself: "This bastard is really happy! He managed to get rid of his family wealth so easily. Even a beggar told him that he was the sworn brother of the imperial convict. Isn't this a joke with his own life?

, How can he make a living in the world? This kid has extraordinary bones and is one of the best martial arts wizards in the world. If such a good piece of jade is left to sink, wouldn’t it be a waste of natural resources? What a pity!"

As his thoughts changed, the mute beggar reached for a bamboo pole, made a horse-riding posture, circled around Duan Hong, and gestured with his hands and feet to create a fighting scene.

Duan Hong understands!

His expression changed greatly, and he turned around to leave. However, the old beggar grabbed him by the back of his clothes and prevented him from taking another step forward.

In desperation, Duan Hong shouted: "Don't hold me! Don't follow me! I can't protect you if you risk your life!"

Looking back, Duan Hong's eyes suddenly opened like bells, and he was stunned.

At some point, the mute beggar took out the dark, inconspicuous sword from the arm of the bronze statue and handed it to him.

Duan Hong didn't even think about it, and took it in his hand. He quickly grasped it. This big knife weighed about eighty kilograms, right? It was a handy guy!

That’s fine! Saving people is like teaching fire! How can we do it without weapons?
Chapter completed!