The next day, Yang Guhong ran around the Vulture Palace. The guards and disciples knew that he was a distinguished guest brought back by the old lady, so they were all respectful to him and let him do as he pleased.
However, he could not see Wu Xingyun even after walking around the Vulture Palace. Instead, he met four beautiful female disciples who were first-class in martial arts. Judging from their skills, they were much better than Qingfeng and the others.
However, Yang Guhong did not care about martial arts. With his current ability, he could learn and use it as soon as he saw someone practice it twice. It did not matter if it was a mental cultivation method or not. As long as he was given a move, he could use his mana to use it, and it would be full of strength.
Although the four female disciples were also good-looking, Yang Guhong's mind was not on the Vulture Palace at the moment. He was eager to go to Jianghu and experience the life of gratitude and revenge.
As he thought of this, he did not want to stay for even a moment. No one cared about him anyway. When he woke up in the morning, Red Bean and the others had already served him breakfast, so he did not feel hungry now. He strode out of the Vulture Palace.
Outside the palace, they saw Qingfeng and the other three returning from sentry duty. Seeing Yang Guhong about to leave, they quickly stopped him and asked,""Is Hero Yang leaving?"
Yang Guhong had some feelings for these four women, so he was somewhat reluctant to part with them. He smiled and said,"Yes, I want to go out for a walk. Don't worry, I'll be back to visit the old lady and you little beauties soon.”
As she spoke, she didn't idle her hands and hugged Xiang Yun and Qiu Xia, who were standing closer.
Fragrant clouds hid in his arms, but Qiuxia received his love beautifully.
Seeing Xiangyun's shy look, Yang Guhong wanted to f * ck her even more. He let go of Qiuxia, cupped Xiangyun's face with both hands, and kissed her hard to let her go.
"You two can't be exempted either." Yang Guhong wanted to hug Qingfeng and Cuiyu again, but Qingfeng had already run away.
"Even if you don't f * ck me, I'll f * ck you, big wolf!”Yi Cuiyu didn't wait for him to hug her and instead came up to him. She wrapped her arms around Yang Guhong's neck and gave him a passionate kiss as if no one else was around.
This big sister was really strong. Yang Guhong was impulsive and started to raise a small tent.
If it weren't for the fact that there was someone else beside him, Yang Guhong would probably find it very difficult to get rid of her. If it wasn't for Qiuxia and the others urging her, Cuiyu would probably have used her pride to suffocate Yang Guhong.
"Vixen, are you ashamed?" Xiang Yun and Qiu Xia cursed.
Cuiyu laughed and let go of Yang Guhong. Both of them felt that they had not had enough.
Yang Guhong watched as the four women entered the palace. He let out a few long shouts and flew down Mount Tian happily.
Early in the morning, in the maple forest dyed red by autumn, a small river flowed quietly. On the small river, an ancient stone bridge connected the two banks.
Not far away, the peak of Wuliang Mountain was still shrouded in white fog.
The mountain was quiet and quiet as birds chirped from time to time.
At this moment, a man's voice was heard."" The mountains are red and the creeks are green; I see pine seeds in ten girths. When the river flows, I step barefoot on the rocks in the ravine; The sound of water is fierce, and the wind blows my clothes.”
Then, a young man in white walked up the bridge leisurely with a folding fan in his hand."Yes! Good scenery, good scenery!" The young man praised endlessly. He walked across the small bridge, passed through a Chinese pine forest, and arrived at the winding path at the foot of the mountain.
The young man folded his fan and twirled it on his fingers. He looked like a pale-faced scholar with a baby-like face, but he could be considered handsome. Looking at his high-spirited appearance, he looked like a rich young master who had gone sightseeing.
On Wuliang Mountain, a waterfall cascaded down, forming a clear river. The young man walked to a large rock beside the river, squatted down, and took a few sips of the clear river water. He praised,"It's really sweet!"
Before he could finish his sentence, the river water suddenly turned pale red. The youth cried out in alarm and almost fell off a big rock in fright. He looked up and saw that the entire waterfall had suddenly turned pale red. On the top of the waterfall, a pavilion could be vaguely seen. On the right side of the waterfall, a small path slanted from the foot of the mountain to the small pavilion in the valley.
The young man was surprised and climbed up the mountain with difficulty along the path. As soon as he reached the top of the mountain, he heard the ear-piercing sound of weapons colliding. When he looked again, he saw a large stone door standing in front of him. There were a few large words carved on the door-Wuliang Mountain Sword Lake Palace.
When he entered the main gate, he saw the light of blades and the shadow of swords. Blood and flesh flew everywhere. Hundreds of people were in a chaotic battle. They were in the midst of killing and the ground was already covered in blood.
The young man's heart skipped a beat as he watched. After a while, he couldn't help but feel his blood boil. He strode forward and shouted,"Stop! Stop fighting, stop fighting!"
No one in the chaotic battle was willing to listen to him. A young man in white suddenly fell to the ground. The young man hurriedly reached out to support him."Hey, hey! Are you alright?" The young man did not answer. He spat out a mouthful of blood and fell to the ground.
The youth was shocked. When he looked up, another person fell to the ground. His back was slashed several times, and blood spurted out.
"Hey! Hey! Are you alright?" The young man reached out to push the man, but the man had long since swallowed his anger. How could he deserve it?
The young man stood up and bowed as he walked through the forest of blades and sword formation. Everyone was in the midst of a fierce battle, and they were too busy to care about a weak scholar like him.
"Don't fight anymore, don't fight anymore, don't fight anymore…Ouch!”The young man was hit on the back and fell to the ground. Annoyed, he pounded the ground with his hands and quickly got up. He raised his hands above his head and shouted,""Stop fighting…"
This roar was indeed effective. The hundreds of people in the chaotic battle actually stopped their attacks at the same time. Everyone looked at him in surprise.
The young man's hands were still raised high. He looked very funny, a bit like a surrender on the battlefield in the 20th century.
Seeing that everyone was holding their weapons and staring at him, the young man felt embarrassed. He put down his hands and smiled at everyone.
After a moment of silence, a middle-aged man with a long beard suddenly strode to his side and cupped his fists."I am Zuo Zimu of the Infinite Sword School.”
Seeing that someone was finally willing to answer him, the young man said happily,"I…Oh! I'm Duan Yu!" He put his hands behind his back and pretended to be calm.
Another middle-aged man walked forward with a strange weapon in his hand."I'm Sikong Xuan of the Divine Dragon Gang. Young hero Duan, why do you want to interfere in our business?”His words were very strict and full of reproach.
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