This was Sang Ying's third time watching Gu Wangchuan practice swordsmanship. Even if she looked at Gu Wangchuan for many more times, she felt that watching Gu Wangchuan practice swordsmanship was simply a pleasure.

Each of his movements was obviously very clever and simple, but with such a simple movement, the power of Duantian River could be exerted to the extreme.

Sang Ying didn't know what words to use to describe it. If she had to say it, she would know what the real sword technique in this world looked like after watching Gu Wangchuan practice swords.

Sang Ying had this eye-opening feeling at this moment.

Gu Wangchuan retracted his move neatly, but the surrounding mountains were still messed up by him.

"How is Tianhe? Have I made progress again?" Gu Wangchuan patted the rock debris on his body, and smiled proudly at the sword spirit.

The sword spirit just calculated the spirit stones in the storage bag and responded coldly: "There are masters on the surrounding mountains. One mountain has one hundred top-grade spirit stones. You destroyed five mountains in total... Very well, you went bankrupt."

Gu Wangchuan took a breath of air conditioning and heard clearly. He was silent for a moment before he asked seriously: "You said, is it still time for us to escape now?"

Of course it was too late to escape now. In the end, Gu Wangchuan obediently compensated the clan leader of the aristocratic family. Fortunately, the other party knew how destructive the sword cultivator was, and he arranged for him the Wild Stone Mountain as a cultivation site. Otherwise, the only remaining spirit stones on Gu Wangchuan would probably not be enough to compensate.

After finishing his ten-year practice, after destroying the training ground arranged by the kind-hearted head of his family, Gu Wangchuan also took Duantianhe on his new cultivation journey.

Sang Ying attached herself to the sword spirit's body, followed the two of them to see many different scenery and saw many strange things.

Gu Wangchuan is still the same as before, a nosy guy. When encountering unfair things, he has to come out and take care of them. It is not much different from what she looks like in her memory.

But Sang Ying felt something was wrong as she looked at it. According to the old patriarch Bai, Gu Wangchuan should have left several sword intents, how could it be mixed with so many memories?

Moreover, she had already watched Gu Wangchuan demonstrate all the sword intents, and now she was only enough to understand them well. However, the sword intent did not give her the opportunity to comprehend, but continued to experience Gu Wangchuan's memory with her.

Sang Ying frowned and thought for a moment. Could it be that there is something very important in Gu Wangchuan's memory?

Thinking of this, Sang Ying suppressed her slightly impetuous thoughts and decided to wait and see, maybe she could see something interesting next.

And the fact is just as Sang Ying thought.

After paying all the spirit stones on his body to the monk of the aristocratic family, Gu Wangchuan had no money to stay in the inn and could only sleep in the wilderness.

This time he passed by a small village. Because the village was full of mortals without spiritual roots, Gu Wangchuan was embarrassed to go up and sleep and disturb them, so he found a pile of straw outside the village to rest and sit for a while.

He is now following the path of hard practice. He doesn't use spiritual power without spiritual power. Most of the time, he looks like an ordinary person carrying a sword, nothing special.

But they were not lucky, and it started to rain quickly in the sky. Gu Wangchuan had nowhere to hide. Seeing the lights on the village, he wanted to go in and find a place to hide for a while.

He handed the Duantian River to Jian Ling, and the two walked on the road one after another.

Not long after, a noise came over, attracting their attention.

Jian Ling had a clear ear and a clear eye, and soon found the direction where the sound came.

It was a group of teenagers pressing a child, as if they wanted to steal something from the child.

The boys dressed simply and had no spiritual energy on their bodies. They should be people from the village. The bullied child looked much miserable. Not only was his clothes dirty and patched, but his hair was also messy like a chicken coop, and he looked like a little beggar.

But the child was very stubborn and even though he was beaten by so many people, he did not let out a cry of pain.

"Little bastard, let go quickly! If you don't let go, believe it or not, we will beat you to death?" The tallest boy was trying hard to pull away the child's tightly closed arms.

"Let go of the little bastard! Your parents are dead, and you will die with them, why do you have to be so stubborn?"

"Broom Star, unlucky guy, Tiansha Lone Star who defeated his father and mother! It would be better to drive him out of the village as soon as possible!"

The child was just blindly protecting himself, but after hearing these words, he suddenly opened his mouth and bit the leading boy's hand.

He put a lot of effort into this mouth, and just by hearing the boy's scream, he knew how painful it would be.

The boy was furious and beat him even harder with his other hand: "Hurry up and help me beat him and let him loosen his mouth. I'm going to pull his teeth!"

Seeing that these people were getting heavier and heavier, Sang Ying was so anxious that the sword spirit who had been watching aside for a long time finally took action.

Even though Gu Wangchuan did not deliberately kill people, he was famous and easy to meddle in other people's business, so he provoked many people. After so many years, Duantianhe was forced to drink a lot of blood from monks, thus accumulating all his evil spirits.

Now that the evil spirits were just released, the teenagers immediately realized something was wrong. They turned around and looked at the woman who was walking from the rain holding a sword. In fear, they didn't even dare to scream, and immediately ran away in scattering.

Only the child sat motionlessly on the ground, not even noticed when the cake in his arms fell on the ground.

He stared blankly at the woman walking from the rain, and his eyes were reluctant to blink.

"Tsk, this is not a boy. Why do everyone else run away? He just doesn't run away?" Gu Wangchuan's appearance interrupted the two of them's gaze. He raised his hand to support a wooden board and included the child.

The child was reminded by his words to come back to his senses, but his eyes still turned to the sword spirit from time to time.

"Get up, your cake will be softened." Jian Ling's cold voice rang out.

The child realized this important point and quickly lowered his head and took back his pancake. Fortunately, it was not heavy now, and there was no water on the ground, so the pancake was just a little dirty.

Seeing this, the child became much more at ease.

This is not a place to talk, so Gu Wangchuan quickly found a place to hide from the rain and hid in with his kid and Jianling.

The three of them were still admiring the rain outside, and the child's stomach made a sound.

Gu Wangchuan was so surprised when he saw this: "Aren't you hungry? Why don't you eat?"

"If I can't eat it, I will only have a pancake. I will keep it until tomorrow." He glanced at the pancake eagerly, but finally endured the hunger and stuffed it into his clothes.

Jian Ling observed him for a while and suddenly asked, "What's your name?"

"I don't have a name." The child's tone was very ordinary. He died of his parents since childhood. He had been following an old beggar before. Unfortunately, his anger became colder and colder today, and the old beggar died of illness.

He has no relatives and no name now.

Gu Wangchuan tsk again, and took out his handkerchief to wipe the child's face.

The stains on his face disappeared, and a slightly white face immediately showed up. He looked up at the sword spirit and showed the tender face that Sang Ying was extremely familiar with...

He is, Gu Huaiwei!


Chapter completed!