"Shut up, have you seen that carriage? Heir to Taixu! Be careful of trouble coming from your mouth!"

The girl from Yougui Pavilion, who even tried to call someone but stopped, couldn't help but stop and first tugged on the arm next to her.

She became very bold and wild. Her eyes glowed green and she blurted out:

"So delicate, so tender, so sick..."

"Tui'er, I really like this!"

"Being watched, passive value, +23."

"Being infatuated, passive value, +98."

"Being watched, passive value, +125."

The information bar flickered wildly, and Xu Xiaoshou could not help but feel a little confused when he felt the wolf-like gazes of those around him.

"Eight! Honor! Acquaintance!"

Gritting his teeth and yelling in his heart, Xu Xiaoshou finally understood why, after coming out of seclusion, Ba Zunzhen insisted on asking him, a "patient" whose Dao foundation was damaged and the Tianzu inherited indigestion, which caused him to be temporarily unable to take action at will, to shout

To match the face of this sick man.

I originally thought of fulfilling my purpose, walking across the street in a flashy way, and grabbing a wave of passive points by force.

I didn’t expect to come to a place like this!

The Eight Masters knew each other very well, and even planned this ambush!

"This scammer..."

"That's wrong, how can he understand so well..."

There are three parts of suspicion, three parts of fear, and four parts of pretending to be calm, in line with the principle of "take it as it comes, take it easy".

Xu Xiaoshou ignored the glances of the people on his side, turned to look at Old Man Li, threw out a bag of spiritual crystals, and said skillfully:

"Okay, you can retreat."

Old Man Li weighed the money bag in his hand and put it into his cuffs, but did not leave in a hurry.

"Young master, what you said..." He lifted up his belt, and that smile appeared on his face again, "I'm here~"

After Xu Xiaoshou was startled, he laughed and waved his sleeves: "Then you follow me. I've invited all the tea, wine and other things today."

"Hey, thank you sir!"

When the two girls under Tao Xing heard the sound, their eyes brightened even more, and they rushed over quickly.

The bird was actually faster than the girl who was traveling with him. She grabbed the sick man's hand and took him into his arms.

"Master, please come in~"

"Small……"

Xu Xiaoshou subconsciously wanted to shout a warning, but later he realized that things were different now and he no longer needed it.

The inheritance of Tianzu completely transformed him.

He is now half a Void tribesman and has extraordinary control over physical power.

Extended passive skills such as Strengthening, Sharpness, and Repulse that were previously uncontrollable can still be turned off now, but they can be contained within the skin with a single thought, at least without worrying about stabbing outsiders.

What's more, the Dao foundation was damaged, the Tianzu inheritance had not been fully digested, and the power could not be used without authorization. After Xu Xiaoshou came out of seclusion, he simply consulted the eight masters of Tibetan swordsmanship.

Saint Emperor Level 0's proficiency in swordsmanship, coupled with the unity of heaven and man, the Eight Masters knew everything, and Xu Xiao received enlightenment.

In the end, he couldn't do anything, so he used Lao Ba's hand to cast a "Hidden Word Sword" on his Qihai Dantian.

If the word "hidden" is not broken, even if the sky passes by, he will not be able to recognize his identity as Xu Xiaoshou through the principles of heaven and earth or the familiar aura from the past.

I don’t know if it’s true or not, but Bazun Shu said so, so Xu Xiaoshou dared to believe it.

Now, he is really a sick man.

With a pull from Que'er, Xu Xiaoshou almost fell apart, all the hidden words were scattered, and his bestiality emerged.

"Take it easy, take it easy..."

Xu Xiaoshou repeatedly wanted to wave his hands, but the bird seemed to be trying to stuff his arms into his chest with great force.

He didn't know whether to enjoy it or be frightened.

Deliberately exerting some strength under the body surface, he pulled out his hand from the arms of this innate-level Que'er girl without shocking the beauty to death.

The girl Que'er, who was light in makeup but still pretty, was a little depressed and curled her lips secretly. Was it because she didn't have enough capital? Or maybe he couldn't...

But she showed no shame in her emotions and kept smiling: "What do you call the young master?"

The sister next to her smiled cleverly and gently took the sick young master's hand, stood on tiptoes, took a breath, and said softly: "Young master, you can call me Yingyinghu..."

"Being seduced, passive value, +1."

Xu Xiaoshou shuddered.

This breath is much stronger than Rao Yaoyao's Red Dust Sword Qi. This is the real Red Dust Sword!

He quickly adapted to the rhythm here.

As he walked, he took out from his sleeve robe the paper fan that Bazunzun had prepared for him, and threw out the name that Bazunzun had given him because he could no longer resist naming him:

"I am Xu Gusheng."

Miss Que'er lifted her eyes from the big characters flying in the air on the paper fan, and stared lovingly at the sickly pale face in front of her:

"Xu Gusheng, Gusheng Gusheng..."

"After passing away and being reborn, bidding farewell to the old and welcoming the new, the name of the young master sounds so nice!"

Xu Xiaoshou himself didn't know that such a bad name could be analyzed in such a way. He thought to himself that no wonder this Yougui Pavilion is an elegant pavilion. The people here speak very nice!

"Where does the young master come from? The Xu family of Taixu?"

"Being tempted, passive value, +1."

Xu Xiaoshou lowered his head and saw at a glance that this girl Yingying didn't know the Taixu Xu family at all, but he quickly looked away without daring to take a second look.

On the back of the paper fan is a landscape painting. In the painting, the mountains are like swords, and the chivalry is unique. It was painted by the Eight Masters.

Xu Xiaoshou turned it over and said proudly:

"Sword Tomb."

Although the Sword Burial Tomb in the Eastern Territory only accepted a few true disciples of Gu Qing, there were many who worshiped Shan Li.

It is said that if you have talent and fate, and you can meet the Seven Swords Immortal Wen Ting walking in the mountains to preach, then you can fly on the branches and become a phoenix, and you can be regarded as half an anonymous disciple.

Those who worship the mountain are proud of it, and those who can be taught and taught call themselves disciples of the Sword Tomb.

Wen Ting didn't take it seriously either.

Over time, there were many more "outside disciples" in the Sword Tomb, some real and some fake.

The two girls, Que'er and Yingying, were startled when they heard the sound.

To say such a name in the Eastern Region is to be famous, like thunder.

Now this is the Central Territory. The two of them thought about it for a while before they finally understood the meaning.

"Master Xu is from the Eastern Region?!"

He glanced at the black sword on the sick man's waist. The sword squirmed slightly when he saw it, and let out a cry of joy.

This sword has spirit!

The birds and warblers looked at each other in surprise, their eyes even more joyful.

Eastern Region Ancient Sword Cultivator...

Coupled with such a sickly, soft, and delicious face...

From inside to outside, Mr. Xu is the best, the best, the best!

"naturally."

When the young master nodded, the birds hurriedly welcomed him into the pavilion, no longer daring to climb up to the top, thinking that maybe Miss Ah Yao would show up today instead of just doing a gimmick.

There is heaven and earth in Yougui Pavilion.

From the outside, it only has a three-story attic, but from the inside it is actually huge.

The semi-matte light cast by the luminous pearl hanging high on the ceiling is bright and full of emotion. There are famous landscape paintings hanging on the walls, and everyone left their pens, showing their elegance.

There are dozens of tea tables in the two courtyards on the left and right of the ground floor, separated by screens. In the middle, a round osmanthus wood staircase arches upwards, leading to a secluded place with hanging curtains. It is certainly an elegant room.

The ethereal sound of silk and bamboo orchestral music came from nowhere in the four directions, which was fascinating and led various distinguished guests in rich costumes to exchange cups and cups.

Everyone's eyes would move or turn aside, and eventually they would return to the graceful dancing figure in cool clothes on the high platform in the inner courtyard.

Wine does not intoxicate people, people intoxicate themselves!

Xu Xiaoshou looked around, feeling like he was in heaven on earth, he was already a little too drunk.

He pushed away the bird that seemed to be hanging on him, covered his lips with the handle of the fan, and coughed lightly.
To be continued...