Zhao Zhichao was surrounded by everyone in Xingxia Valley, and invited him to sit in the tavern very actively and hospitablely.

The tavern was the only leisure place in the town, and it had been a pastime for the townspeople for a hundred years, and now they learned that the night students confirmed that Zhao Zhichao was not a spy of the Zhou Khan Dynasty, and they were very enthusiastic about this strong man who had killed a round by various means beforehand but was unscathed.

What's more, they tried to secretly pull some fabric or hair from Zhao Zhichao to study and study, but the quality was too high to start.

Surrounded by dozens of people in the middle, Zhao Zhichao didn't notice that someone was quietly beating him, but he was a little troubled by the woman in front of him who kept taking the opportunity to lean towards him.

This woman is the lady in Huber's mouth.

grew up with Zhou Ran, and the two even had an inexplicable marriage, but because of the Zhou Khan Dynasty's sudden attack on Xingxia Valley, the two sides are now in their own camps, and now she is also a half-old, and the charm still exists.

But no matter how charming it is, Zhao Zhichao just doesn't like old women, and he doesn't accept women who are a year older than him, let alone Wanniang, who is more than a hundred years older than him.

"Hey, little brother, you haven't said where you studied here, I heard Hu Bo say, you fell from the fairy world and sank into the Stygian Sea, and the fairy world is all kinds of existence, what kind of powerful person is your master?"

Wan Niang approached Zhao Zhichao in a coquettish manner, and a soft object on his chest kept rubbing his arm, making the latter feel goosebumps.

Zhao Zhichao hurriedly withdrew his hand from the other party's arms, hugged himself with both hands like a spare, and said as he walked: "Where there is any fairy world, it is all nonsense from Uncle Hu, my master and I crossed through the traces of chaos, and my master is... Oh, yes, my master is an immortal, and he should be similar to your Qiao Lao. ”

Of course, Zhao Zhichao wouldn't know that the question about the fairy world was asked by the night student Wan Niang, just to inquire about Zhao Zhichao's details.

Such a powerful person cannot be without a teacher, and the eight achievements are related to the legendary Haofang Tianfu.

And Haofang Tianfu was inadvertently revealed by Qiao Lao when he first became an immortal, it is an immortal organization of the Ten Thousand Worlds in the Heavenly Imperial Domain, and the most basic members are all immortals.

Specifically, Qiao Lao didn't say anything.

But the night reader guessed that all the people who ascended to the immortals throughout the ages would inadvertently learn about the affairs of Haofang Tianfu.

Therefore, in this world, I have never heard of any immortal falling, but I have never seen the existence of those ancient immortals in the legend.

It should be that he was inspired by Tianfu in the dark and went to Tianfu outside the sky.

This guess is also what all the people in the world who have reached the realm of the Night Reader want to confirm the most, so when an existence that is even more powerful than an immortal suddenly descends in front of him, the Night Reader involuntarily connects the other party with the mysterious Outer Heaven Haofang Tianfu.

However, judging from Zhao Zhichao's answer, I can't tell whether this guy is serious or just a cover-up.

"Hahaha, what is it to mention that, little brother Zhao, today, we have to uncover the old wine that has been hidden for eighty years and taste it!"

Liu Chengxiang, one of the three owners of the tavern, laughed.

As early as when he killed Zhao Zhichao with his thorn claw, but caused the thorn claw to break, he completely admired this powerful man who was sanctified in the flesh.

Now, the night student acquiesced to the identity of the other party who was not a spy at least, and of course he had to seize the opportunity to have a good night with Zhao Zhichao.

The strong, know the strong!

The night reader didn't speak, but just followed behind the crowd, holding a book in his hand at any time, and anyone with a discerning eye could see that that was where the night master relied on - a thousand autumn lack of magic scrolls.

An immortal weapon that can make all immortals hit.

Inherited from generation to generation, the ancestors of the night master who sanctified the night master thousands of years ago have been refining it with their own hands, carrying the heroic righteousness of the scholars for thousands of years.

In Xingxia Valley, Emperor Zhou Cheng's taboo is not only Qiao Lao, who has already ascended to immortality, but also the ancestral scroll in the hands of Master Ye.

But what made Master Ye feel regretful and chilling was that this Thousand Autumn Lack Scroll was originally intended to be passed on to Zhou Ran.

However, it was fortunate that such a thing happened before that, otherwise the situation of everyone in Xingxia Valley would be even more passive now.

The night master clenched the scroll tightly, his eyes fixed on Zhao Zhichao, but he always glanced at the outermost people in the crowd.

He was thinking, guessing, reasoning about who was the one who had been revealing information about the town to the Zhou Khan dynasty for hundreds of years.

Finding out this person is far more important than finding out Zhao Zhichao's mysterious background.

Because sometimes, the most dangerous things often happen around them, and the best example, and the one that they will never forget, is the periodicity, almost from a young age to the big, and to say that the apostasy is apostasy.

Although a hundred years have passed, it is chilling to look back.

They took dozens of jars of good wine that had been hidden, which they had buried unanimously when everyone in Xingxia Valley decided not to leave this island again, and each of them buried one jar, a total of ninety-three altars.

The night students looked at these jars, and they didn't know which jar was broken.

"Hahaha, Master, also drink a jar, right? I still remember that your jar of wine was buried under the dead tree, and now the dead tree has grown into a green tree. ”

The one who came forward from the crowd was An Qingzhai, he had a well-proportioned figure, crane hair and a childish face, it seemed that he was a strong man who came to make him very happy, and after two bowls of thick wine, his face turned red.

The night master smiled, looked at the lively crowd, and said to An Qingzhai: "The old man swore back then, unless we step out of this wild place, if not, I will never drink that jar of wine!"

An Qingzhai knew this old partner's temperament very well, and he definitely did what he said, so he nodded, poured himself a bowl of wine, and gave a thumbs up.

"Master, my Lao An is most convinced of a scholar like you, who is upright, and if you do what you say, you won't beat your idea of drinking in the jar. ”

An Qingzhai said that, he was going to go into the crowd again to beg for a drink—he had already drunk his own jar.

The night student smelled the smell of wine in the room, smiled and shook his head, this kind of scene is rare now, and only when Zhao Zhichao comes, it brings a little joy here.

Otherwise, in the usual times, everyone gathered here to scold Zhou Ran, the ungrateful dog emperor who unloaded the mill and killed the donkey.

Wait, scolding the emperor?

The night student narrowed his eyes and looked carefully at one of the people in the crowd.

This person is left and right in Xingxia Valley, and he has a good relationship with everyone under his flamboyant tongue, even the night master himself regards each other as a good friend, think about it carefully, this person is the same when he is in Xingxia Valley, there is nothing strange.

But the odd is the odd, he never seems to have scolded the cycle.

Whether it is the cycle of being a child, or the cycle of becoming Emperor Zhou Cheng now.