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

Ten days later, at noon.

The wind was cold and the snow was falling like goose feathers. Tianshui City also welcomed the first snow since the beginning of winter.

The snow scene was rare in previous years, but this year it came particularly early and fiercely.

Demon Suppression Division, Courtyard No. 69, Jiazi.

In the spacious courtyard, the snow had already covered the ankles, and the air was filled with the coolness of ice and snow, mixed with a hint of the burnt aroma of barbecue.

Gu Cheng sat leisurely in the pavilion in the courtyard.

The teacup on the stone table was steaming, and the charcoal fire in the stove beside him was burning, grilling a bunch of chicken wings that had been skewered on bamboo sticks.

He spread out his right palm, and a red flame suddenly rose from his palm, which was his latest martial arts "Fire Cloud Palm".

This ancestral martial arts of Tangjiabao has now turned into a magical skill of roasting chicken wings.

The chicken wings were roasted by the red flames, sizzling with oil, gradually turning into an attractive golden color, and the aroma was so delicious that it made people salivate.

"It's done!"

Gu Cheng picked up a roasted chicken wing, took a bite, and nodded with satisfaction.

The "Fire Cloud Palm" that has reached perfection is not only powerful, but also very handy for controlling the temperature of the barbecue.

Not long after, several chicken wings were completely wiped out.

Gu Cheng threw the bamboo sticks casually and inserted them accurately into the rockery in the yard.

Together with the remaining bamboo sticks, it formed a funny "dog head" pattern, which was quite interesting with the scenery of snow flying all over the sky.

"Alas~ This new house is big enough, but it's too deserted..."

Gu Cheng withdrew his gaze from the "masterpiece" on the rockery and sighed quietly.

Without Cao Jianxin as his roommate, Tang Lingyu has been in seclusion recently. It's really boring for him to stay at the Demon Suppression Department alone.

Just as he was secretly thinking about whether to go to the Foreign Affairs Hall to take a mission and go out to kill some demons and evil cultivators to relieve his boredom.

"Dong! Dong! Dong!"

A rhythmic knock on the door came from outside the courtyard.

Gu Cheng looked up, and with a thought, the courtyard door opened.

A young lieutenant wearing a golden crown stepped in, with sword-like eyebrows and star-like eyes, and heroic spirit. It was Sun Baichuan, the adopted son of General Hu.

"Master Gu!"

Sun Baichuan walked to the front of the pavilion, concealed his sharpness, and respectfully saluted Gu Cheng, with a hint of embarrassment and uneasiness in his eyes.

Before, he knelt down to admit his mistake to Gu Cheng, more because of the pressure from his adoptive father.

But a month ago, Gu Cheng first showed his power in the martial arts arena, and then killed the master of the magic of the Xiantian realm, showing a terrifying strength far beyond common sense.

Even the Ministry of Internal Affairs broke the convention and rewarded him with the Grade A courtyard that only a general could live in.

Facing such a monster, the last bit of grudge in Sun Baichuan's heart disappeared, and all that was left was admiration and admiration from the heart.

"It turns out to be you, sit down."

Gu Cheng saw the embarrassment in the eyes of the visitor, and hurriedly asked him to sit down opposite, and then handed him a string of roasted chicken wings.

"Master Gu, this... how can this be..." Sun Baichuan was flattered and waved his hand to refuse.

"What? You don't want the delicious food I give you, are you addicted to eating teapots?"

Gu Cheng's mouth curled up with a playful smile.

"No, it's not..."

Sun Baichuan blushed immediately, and was so embarrassed that he wanted to find a crack in the ground to crawl into.

Recalling the first time he met Gu Cheng, he was still reckless and wanted to blackmail him, and he regretted it so much that he wanted to strangle his past self to death.

He bowed his head and thanked him, and took the string of chicken wings, but he had no appetite at all, just holding it in his hand, as if he was holding a piece of red-hot iron.

"Alas, I still like your rebellious look back then."

Gu Cheng took in the other party's reaction and felt a little bored.

He picked up the teacup, took a sip of hot tea, and asked casually:

"Tell me, what did you come to me for? Did your adoptive father find the clue to the guqin?"

Sun Baichuan subconsciously tightened his fingers holding the chicken wings when he heard this, and nodded silently.

"Oh? Let me guess..."

Gu Cheng put down the teacup and looked at the young man in front of him with sharp eyes:

"You came here empty-handed this time. Did something go wrong?"

Although his tone was light, it carried a pressure that could not be ignored.

Sun Baichuan felt uneasy at this look. After taking a deep breath, he slowly told the whole story...

More than a month ago, after accepting Gu Cheng's commission, Hu Qingyun used all his energy to find out the whereabouts of the Dead Wood Dragon Yin.

Tianshui City is so prosperous that looking for a guqin is like looking for a needle in a haystack.

Fortunately, hard work pays off. Three days ago, he finally got a key clue:That ancient zither, Deadwood Dragon Song, is now in the hands of the current owner of the Chenlong Martial Arts Hall in Tianshui City...

"Chenlong Martial Arts Hall?"

Gu Cheng picked up a bunch of chicken wings, and relevant information quickly emerged in his mind.

In this chaotic world of demons and martial arts, martial arts are extremely prosperous. In a prosperous place like Tianshui City, almost everyone practices martial arts, and there are many major martial arts halls in the local area.

For example, Gu Cheng's former roommate Cao Jianxin once studied at the Tengyun Martial Arts Hall.

According to the information revealed by the one-armed swordsman, this "Chenlong Martial Arts Hall" is the leading martial arts holy place in Tianshui City.

Not only are there many masters under his command, but there are also several martial arts masters of the Xiantian realm, and they even have close relations with many major forces in the outside world.

Although it cannot be compared with top forces such as "Mingjian Villa" and "Puzhao Temple", it can also be regarded as a leader among second-rate forces.

"...The Chenlong Martial Arts School is quite powerful. My godfather couldn't ask for it directly at first, so he arranged for the Hu family to come forward and try to buy it at several times the price, but the other party didn't pay any attention."

Sun Baichuan looked embarrassed and continued to add:

"Later, my godfather was angry and directly dragged Lord Xu to pressure him as a general of the Demon Suppression Division, and explained the pros and cons to the other party.

The owner of the Chenlong Martial Arts School, Li, was forced by the power of the Demon Suppression Division to agree reluctantly, but he put forward an additional condition..."

"Oh? What condition?"

Gu Cheng looked curious and casually shot the remaining bamboo sticks at the rockery.

"That owner Li said..."

Sun Baichuan pursed his lips and said word by word,

"He can hand over the 'Dead Wood Dragon's Roar', but it must be... taken by you, Lord Gu!"