In the Demon Suppression Division, the Iron-Cutting Sword Technique is perfected

"Let me go get it myself?"

Gu Cheng put down the teacup in his hand, frowned slightly, tapped the table with his fingertips, and his deep eyes reflected the tea in the cup, reflecting a chill.

What is the plan of Li, the master of Chenlong Martial Arts School?

A breath of conspiracy, like the snow, quietly enveloped his heart.

"Master Gu..."

Sun Baichuan saw Gu Cheng lost in thought, so he lowered his voice and continued:

"Later, my adoptive father ordered me to investigate secretly and found that Chenlong Martial Arts School had been in close contact with the "Mingjian Villa" recently. I am afraid that they were instructed by them to deliberately embarrass you!"

"Mingjian Villa?"

Gu Cheng paused with his fingertips, recalling the reminders given to him by Fang Xu and Su Yanan when he was in Liuchun County before, and suddenly understood something in his heart.

It seems that the group of young white-haired people are afraid of his background in the Demon Suppression Division and dare not confront him head-on, so they want to make trouble for him on such a small matter!

"But... you don't have to worry, I have been secretly collecting evidence of Chenlong Martial Arts School."

Sun Baichuan saw that Gu Cheng looked unhappy, and hurriedly comforted him:

"When the final accounts are settled at the end of the year, find a trumped-up charge to arrest a few of his disciples, and then let his adoptive father bring people to the door to put pressure on him, and there is no need to worry that the old man will not give in!"

As the strongest force in Tianshui County, the Demon Suppression Division has always been known for its iron-blooded and strong work.

But if you want to crack down on a seemingly law-abiding force like Chenlong Martial Arts School, you must have a legitimate reason.

Gu Cheng naturally understood this truth, but in his opinion, it was a bit too restrictive.

"No need to be so troublesome."

Gu Cheng shook his head, drank the tea in the cup, stood up and walked outside the pavilion, letting the snowflakes fall on his shoulders.

He looked at the flying snow, and a cold light flashed in his eyes:

"Since they want to play, I will play with them to the end!

Baichuan, tell someone to prepare the horses, we will go to Chenlong Martial Arts Hall."

"Ah? But, Lord Gu..."

Sun Baichuan's heart trembled, and he wanted to dissuade him.

But seeing that the black-shirted young man had a firm look, he had to swallow his unfinished words and obeyed the order.

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The cold wind was like a knife, rolling up the unmelted snow, raging on the spacious streets of Tianshui City.

Goose-feather-like snowflakes poured down from the gray sky, decorating this prosperous city with a silver-white color.

Suddenly, a burst of rapid horse hoof sounds broke the tranquility of the street.

I saw a team like a black whirlwind, whistling in the wind and snow.

More than 40 riders, all of them were tall and strong. The knights on the horses were wearing black shirts with cloud patterns from the Demon Suppression Division. They all looked serious, and their movements were filled with a murderous aura that made people dare not look at them closely.

At the front of the team, a strong black dragon horse was particularly eye-catching. The rider wore a golden crown and a black cloak, which made his already cold and handsome face even more heroic.

Such a grand battle naturally attracted the attention of pedestrians along the street.

When they noticed the handsome young man in the lead, the young girls and wives looked at him with their eyes wide open, and speculated about the identity of the leading lieutenant.

"What is this Sun Baichuan doing..."

Gu Cheng looked straight ahead, holding the reins of the dragon horse with both hands, and secretly complained in his heart.

Originally, he just asked Sun Baichuan to prepare a horse, but who knew that so many people were called in at once to give him momentum, which made him, who always kept a low profile, feel very uncomfortable.

The team was like a black blade, piercing through the wind and snow.

In less than half an incense stick of time, the magnificent plaque of Chenlong Martial Arts School came into view.

Gu Cheng clamped his legs on the horse's belly, and the dragon horse neighed and stopped steadily in front of the martial arts school.

The captains behind him also reined in their horses and dismounted in unison, with only a slight sound of falling snow.

The two disciples guarding the door of the martial arts school were stunned by the shock of seeing such a scene.

It was not until the team stopped that they woke up from their dreams and ran in panic to report.

Not long after, a tall and thin old man, surrounded by his disciples, walked out with a dragon-like and tiger-like step.

His hair and beard were all white, but he was vigorous and imposing.

The biting cold wind mixed with snowflakes, but it automatically parted three feet in front of him, as if blocked by an invisible aura.

Just looking at the protective Qi that he could send and receive freely, this old man was obviously a powerful innate master.

"I guess this must be Mr. Gu from the Demon Suppression Division? Haha, he is indeed a handsome man!"

The tall and thin old man recognized Gu Cheng, the leader, at a glance, and hurriedly stepped forward, bowed and smiled:

"I am the owner of Chenlong Martial Arts Hall - Li Longxiang. Mr. Gu, please forgive me for not welcoming you in person!"

After that, Li Longxiang welcomed Gu Cheng into the reception room of the martial arts hall andHe personally served a cup of steaming hot fragrant tea with a respectful attitude.

Sun Baichuan stood behind Gu Cheng's chair, looking around with a loyal and devoted hawkish demeanor.

The aroma of tea wafted in the air, and Gu Cheng and Li Longxiang sat opposite each other. After a few pleasantries, they got straight to the point.

"Master Gu, are you here for the 'Dry Tree Dragon's Roar'?"

Li Longxiang stroked his beard and smiled, but his eyes were somewhat inquiring.

"Master Li, you are wise." Gu Cheng smiled and admitted frankly.

"To be honest, I love music. I have heard that the 'Dead Tree Dragon's Roar' is a famous zither in the world, so I want to get this zither. I hope Master Li can give it up."

"Haha, I didn't expect that Lord Gu is also a person of this art."

Li Longxiang's smile did not diminish, but his tone was a little embarrassed:

"But this 'Dead Tree Dragon's Roar', I have already promised it to someone else. That person and I are close friends, and he is also a master of zither..."

He paused, and his eyes swept over Gu Cheng intentionally or unintentionally,

"Since Lord Gu likes music, he must understand that a sword is given to a hero, and a good zither is given to a soulmate, right?"

"Master Li, are you saying that my Lord Gu is not worthy of this 'Dead Tree Dragon'?"

Sun Baichuan's face sank, and he couldn't help but speak.

Gu Cheng raised his hand to stop the men behind him, and looked at Li Longxiang with burning eyes:

"Master Li invited me here today, is it just to reject me in person?"

"No, no." Li Longxiang waved his hands repeatedly, looking embarrassed:

"In fact, I am in a dilemma! On one hand, there is a promise I have made long ago, and on the other hand, there is the face of the Demon Suppression Department.

Both of you are determined to get this 'Dead Wood Dragon Song', but there is only one ancient zither, what should I do?"

He sighed, and a gleam of light flashed in his turbid old eyes:

"So, I dare to ask Lord Gu to... compete with my old friend!"

"Oh? Do you mean... a duel of zithers?"

Gu Cheng's expression moved slightly, and he thought secretly in his heart.

The so-called duel of zithers is to use music as a medium and divine thoughts as a weapon to conduct a unique contest.

Compared to the actual martial arts competition, this piano-playing competition seems much more elegant.

In any competition, being bad is the original sin.

Gu Cheng knew exactly what Li Longxiang, the old fox, was planning.

He just wanted him to compete fairly with his old friend, and whoever won the "Dry Wood Dragon Roar" would get it, so that neither side would be offended.

"But for me, isn't this just a gift?"

Gu Cheng had a barely perceptible smile on his face.

With his ninth-level spiritual cultivation, his spiritual strength had been tempered by several times in the demon core illusion, and it was already comparable to that of an innate master.

Coupled with the "Heavenly Sound Cultivation Technique" which was extremely compatible with the piano-playing competition, it would be difficult for him to lose unless he met a spiritual cultivator of the innate high level or above.

Since we have a sure win, we need to plan carefully to maximize the benefits...

"Master Li is really calculating. You want to settle the matter with a piano duel, and I have no problem with that."

Gu Cheng stared at Li Longxiang with burning eyes, and there was a sense of unquestionable oppression in his tone:

"But if there is no extra prize, it would be too boring, right?"

"Ahem, that's natural, that's natural..."

Li Longxiang's face froze, he coughed twice, and said quickly:

" If Lord Gu wins, then the ‘Dry Wood Dragon Roar’ will naturally be presented with both hands. In addition, Lord Gu can also choose any martial arts secret book from my Chenlong Martial Arts School as my apology. "

"Oh? Really?"

Gu Cheng pretended to be surprised and asked casually:

"I heard that your school has an innate sword technique with unparalleled power. It seems to be called something... "Dragon Slashing Sword Art"? I don't know..."

He deliberately dragged out his tone and secretly observed Li Longxiang's reaction.

"This..." Li Longxiang's face became more and more ugly.

This "Dragon Slashing Sword Art" is the treasure of their Chenlong Martial Arts School. It will not be shown to others easily. I didn't expect this kid to ask for such a lion's mouth!

He subconsciously wanted to refuse, but when he thought of the promise that the Chen family had made before the game, he hesitated again.

"What? Master Li is reluctant to part with it?" Seeing the old man hesitate, Gu Cheng deliberately provoked him.

"Haha, Master Gu is joking..."

Li Longxiang forced out a smile that was uglier than crying, as if he had made a great determination, and said in a deep voice:

"Since Master Gu asked, how can I be reluctant?

If you can win the piano competition, I will definitely give you the "Dragon Slaying Sword Art" with both hands!"