As soon as Zhang Yuchu saw Chu Jingjue pacing, he hurriedly pulled and sat in front of him, lying on Chu Jingjue's ear and muttering a few words, and did not forget to point at that Zhuo Haitang, but Chu Jingjue was smiling on his face, and when he glanced at Zhao Shanhe, who was alone in the dark, he kept drinking, but his face was obviously stagnant,

Zhuo Haitang asked at Gao Lingfeng beside him, "What bad things do I have to say about those two of you?"

Gao Ling didn't raise his head and muttered, "Your old man is so handsome, so handsome that he drops scum..."

Zhuo Haitang originally nodded and said yes, he also knew that this old Taoist priest didn't have any good farts in his mouth, Gao Lingfeng of the master's mansion was the same age as himself, and he didn't go to martial arts cultivation, but this old guy was indeed an old yinbi kind, although he didn't have any friendship in the early years, but he was just a friend of the rivers and lakes, but since he came to someone's master's mansion, he was naturally a guest, and he Zhuo Haitang was not at all restrained, and he was a little familiar with Gao Lingfeng.

These old guys are naturally old, and sometimes they have a little childlike quirky fun,

The eldest young master of the Zhang family naturally realized with Chu that he didn't care about the strange old man's name Zhuo Haitang, that person still followed Song Yuntu here, but in the end, Song Yuntu ran away, and this old guy came up to eat and drink.

Naturally, he didn't take the initiative to take care of the Begonia Sword, but just moved his butt and sat in front of Zhao Shanhe, holding the wine jar in one hand, and said softly, "Senior, drink?"

Maybe Zhao Shanhe was really disheartened, but this person gritted his teeth and smiled, although the broken ribs were still painful, but Zhao Shanhe, who had been drinking for a while, was a little wooden, and when he saw Chu Jingjue sitting in front of him,

Haha laughed, "Then drink, drunk and dreaming of death is what I hope for the most now...."

The wine jar tilted slightly, and the roaring wine filled the wine bowl,

Zhao Shanhe raised his head and poured it, but Chu on the side was shocked that he didn't move the wine bowl, but just said in a low voice, "I have already seen the real person in charge of the sect, and Mu Li's mother-in-law is still saved... I don't know why the chief of the mountain river is so depressed, it's just that a big hall is damaged, and the Jianmen Mountain is still standing there, I heard that the guy who called himself Brother Xiu originally came to the mountain, according to him, has the power to move the mountain, the predecessor, the foundation has not been moved, and there must be a road before the road to the mountain... Mr. He wants to talk to Ci, and I can't see you ruining yourself like this..."

Zhao Shanhe obviously shook his body slightly, and he actually picked up the big wine jar, raised his head and poured it into his mouth, gurgling, and Gao Lingfeng and Gao Yushu, who were close to him, also felt helpless.

This person is usually an honest man, and he has a good relationship with Gao Yushu, otherwise Gao Yushu would not have often relieved the Sword Saint Gate opposite, and over the years, the silver alone must have exceeded a few hundred taels.

But this Zhao Shanhe doesn't know if it's the mood that shatters people, although the sternum is continued, but the injuries in the muddy body are not light, and it is really difficult for this junior disciple of the Sword Saint who was not too high to be endowed with by himself.

Gao Lingfeng was about to open his mouth to persuade him, but he saw Gao Yushu shaking his head slightly, and Zhuo Haitang on the side also kept silent, and he was helpless to this peer in the Sword Saint Gate, he naturally knew what Song Yuntu was doing this time, what he saw along the way was really much more tragic than the one released in the Sword Saint Gate,

Which of those Jianghu sects doesn't have some foundation, but in the end, he is not an opponent of Song Yuntu, he is a martial artist in the rivers and lakes, Zhuo Haitang is also helpless, under the control of the Song family, the Demon Sect that could not be tolerated more than ten years ago, even the He Tai Idiot, who was very in awe of him, was not torn off the altar, and in the end, it was not the end of death.

Looking at Zhao Shanhe's embarrassed appearance, Chu was shocked and couldn't bear it, snatched the jar of spirits, and said in a louder voice, "Even I understand the truth that leaving Qingshan is not worrying about no firewood, why can't the predecessors of Shanhe endure this bitter water in his heart, this wine is not drunk like this..."

As he spoke, he waved his hand at Fugui and Niu Er, and gestured, which means that it is good to pull Zhao Shanhe to rest, if you drink it like this, you will not be able to stand it after a while, and I am afraid that it will hurt you again.

Zhang Fugui ran to him, but he waved Zhao Shanhe's right arm and squatted backwards, sitting on the ground with an ugly expression.

"Don't stop me, I'm going to get drunk today, I'm bitter in my heart, bitter, my senior brother has disappeared for many years, but in the end it's a pinch of loess, that's it, there are no birds and beasts in this Jianmen Mountain, not an inch of grass grows, it's ten years, is it difficult, ah, the Sword Saint Gate? It's long gone to the appearance of the sect, and this is a young man who was born again, the Song family is ruthless, is it possible that the entire martial artist has to move to Zhongzhou City to be a dog for people, and he is willing? Practicing martial arts has a fart use, not for people to step on the ground, and the shit is not as good..."

Zhao Shanhe may have really drunk too much, such words are something he never says on weekdays, but today the nameless fire in his heart burned all of a sudden, he hated why he didn't die with the enemy before, so a pig and a dog are not as good as living, it is indeed the biggest shame for a martial artist, and in the end he has to run to the master's mansion to take refuge.

Zhuo Haitang also frowned as he sat and listened, is this Zhao Shanhe so virtuous now, why was he also the second junior brother who followed the Sword Saint back then, how noble was the Sword Saint Gate at the beginning, but now... Is this person drunk and crazy? Why don't you want you to continue the name of the Sword Saint, don't you understand this truth?

Chu was shocked but sighed and said proudly, " Once, I Chu was shocked and didn't understand what martial arts cultivation was about, but then I figured it out, martial arts is not the pinnacle of breaking through, but for protection, the sect has the inheritance of the sect, or the family has the foundation of the family, whether it is relatives, brothers, or brothers of the same sect, it is nothing more than the word guardian, the sword saint is gone, and most of the martial arts are also sad, but He Taifu doesn't want his hometown, his sect is so reluctant to survive, mountains and rivers seniors, don't you want to let the Sword Saint Gate carry forward, go and see what the peak of martial arts isA Qinglong Dynasty, a sitting in a high position, what is that, if there is really such a restriction, this martial arts is not cultivated, the martial arts are to find their own freedom, let me fly, revenge must be avenged, right..."

Zhao Shanhe leaned his back and smiled miserably,

Zhuo Haitang on the side couldn't stop clapping his hands and said, "What a guardian, son, your words are empathetic to the old man's heart, okay, good, your son is indeed a little knowledgeable, what is the peak of martial arts, what is the emperor of a person, good son, this domineering and other provocative words, drink a bowl, Ao is right, I, Zhuo Haitang is a good person, don't stare at me so much...."

After this person finished speaking, he paced out step by step, and did not forget to pour a bowl of wine for Zhao Shanhe, and said with a smile, "Old man, come, let's do this bowl, this man's words are too long and imposing, we have met, it has been a long time, but it's a pity that the Sword Saint is gone, haha..."

Zhao Shanhe took the wine bowl and drank it all, waved at Zhang Fugui, Fugui hurriedly came over to support this,

When this guy was leaving, he said to Zhuo Haitang, "Zhuo Haitang is not a good thing, a good man is an uncle..."

The listening table begonia was stunned for a moment, looked at Zhao Shanhe's back, and wanted to scold, but when he turned around and looked at Chu who was standing beside him, he realized that the guy was also staring at him, and said with an embarrassed smile, "This old guy has drunk too much, he must have drunk too much, he can't recognize me..."

Chu was shocked and said with a smile when he stepped forward and passed by the strange old man's side, "I heard Yu Chu, are you a friend of the old ghost in the red robe? Hehe, then I don't have anything for you, you don't know, I will kill Guo Shiren in the future..."

Zhuo Haitang said with a smile, "One yard to one yard, my Begonia Sword is the most friend and foe, never trapped by love, you have the ability to kill it, what does it matter to me, old friends are generally not so easy to kill, haha..."

As he spoke, he sat down next to Gao Lingfeng again, "Dao Chief, your Dragon and Tiger Mountain is really a good place for outstanding people, don't you get me a room for a while, I want to rest and rest..."

Gao Lingfeng smiled and said, "The person who came is a guest, although your character is not good, we can't let you sleep in the stable, right..."

The tough head scolded, but when he turned around to look at Gao Yushu who was smiling, he saw this Gao Yushu waving his hand at him.

"Begonia, I have a fun... In this way, you can stay in the mountains for a few more days, and we will take care of food and housing, good wine and meat, you see..."

On the other side, I was surprised that I was still leaving my seat, followed by Zhang Yuchu,

"Surprised, the remaining disciples in the Sword Saint Gate have already been arranged, there are not many others in our master's mansion, that is, there are many pills, but it will take a few days in that hall, and there are not many craftsmen in Eagle Tail County.... After Song Yuntu's tossing, the Sword Saint Gate was really injured... What do you think..."

Zhang Yuchu asked with a smile with his hands behind his back,

I was shocked to stand in the courtyard of the Dragon and Tiger Mountain Master's Mansion surrounded by clouds and mist, looking into the distance, but I just bowed my head and said, "After this is over, I will embark on the road to the west, I don't know how long it will take to reach the Kunlun Mountain, I just have some healing things with your father, but I have never asked if I can take care of the old, weak, sick and disabled in the Sword Saint Gate..."

Zhang Yuchu didn't think about it, "You can rest assured, you and I can be regarded as good friends, this Sword Saint Gate is my neighbor, and we must not let it suffer from such a thing that happened today, let's mention the master's mansion to come there is also a substitute for the Tao, yours is good, what is a Qinglong Dynasty, you and I are practicing martial arts, so we should have no distractions, and my family is a Taoist, so I don't have to be close to the human emperor.... The real person is just a false name, and my father has paid it back..."

But the second half of his sentence never went down,

Chu was shocked but stretched out his hand to stop him, "You can only talk to me about this, if you listen to your father, you will be punished, okay, if you can speak like this, I will rest assured, I think the Sword Saint Gate is not so capable of bullying people at will..."

The two chatted for a long time, and Chu Jingjue felt that the fate with the master had just begun, and many years later, he would also be grateful to those Taoist priests in the Longhu Mountain Master Mansion back then, and they really treated him like a relative.

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On the official road more than ten miles away from Longhu Mountain, the autumn wind is bleak, but there are two people quietly looking at each other.

"I, Song Yuntu, have never killed unknown people, since Your Excellency dares to come to obstruct the way, then report your name, and save me from killing me, but it doesn't make much sense..."

Song Yuntu was still secretly watching this man with a hat at this time, and only felt that this person seemed to have reached the so-called grandmaster level of Wufu, that is, the upper level of the Dapan realm, which was the realm of King Kong.

He sent Wang Gui and a few people to leave quickly, not without thought,

But seeing the man in the hat, he laughed and said, "Is the young master afraid, hehe, you want to trick me?" You can rest assured, I wanted to kill you last time and go back with your dog's head, but now I have changed my mind, I only need your two thighs, if you are really afraid of death, then An Sheng let me pout your two thighs, as for whether you can still live, that's your problem..."

The hat man is called Li Chenghu, although he has done some murderous deeds for Song Tai all the year round, but he has never given him the identity, so his trip, if it is unnecessary, of course, is to hide the identity, this Song Yuntu's identity is quite noble, he Li Chenghu can't be wanted by the entire Qinglong Dynasty because of such a young son,

Especially if you offend the emperor and other terrible things, then it's good not to have them.

Song Yuntu was silent on his face, but he couldn't help laughing, " I'm coming all the way, and there are not a few sects that have been overturned, but those spineless ones don't dare to wrestle with me, and they are all tied up, as for the Sword Saint Gate, except for the two old guys, there is not enough to see at all, Shifu, you must not be a Taoist priest, hehe, I don't need you to come, I can guess that it is my anxious brother Song Tai, I can't imagine that in addition to the one surnamed Wei, there is such a master under him, but it impresses me... You let me tie my hands and arrest me? You and I Song Yuntu grew up eating rice? King Kong cultivation can scare Young Master Ben? You are like a joke, but you are just a fool with more muscles..."

Li Chenghu was obviously stunned, because he really couldn't think of this Song Yuntu, this son is not very old, but he is very thoughtful, and he can guess his identity, but his face is pretending to be immobile like the wind.

Hehe smiled, "Son, do you still want to pour dirty water on others for your own sins, just go with you, grandpa broke your legs first..."

As he spoke, the figure rose in the air, but the speed was extremely fast... 166 Reading Network