Zhang Yun and Yi Jian had a clear goal, and each brought five high-quality fast horses all the way, but they were close to the edge of the desert in two days.

On this sunny day, Zhang Yun and Yi Jian, who chose to rest for the first time, rarely sat leisurely under the tea shed, each holding the noodle bowl in their hands and feasting. To be honest, the taste of the cloth strip is really average, but whether it is Zhang Yun, who is a superb cook, or Sifang Mountain, Yi Jian, who is also specially served on weekdays, they all eat it with relish.

It's not that there is something wrong with the tongues of the two, but they know very well that further west from here, they are afraid that they will not be able to eat even one more meal of noodle soup for ten days and a half months, and in addition to calculating how much drinkable water is left in the day, they can probably only be accompanied by those dry foods that can be dried like stones. So even if the noodles in the bowl taste very ordinary, it is still a bowl that deserves to be considered delicious.

Yi Jian ate five bowls in a row, and finally wiped his mouth with satisfaction, and carried the small wine jug that could not hold more than half a catty in his hand to clear his mouth and rinse his tongue. The wine that was still clear had just been poured out of the wine jug, and before it touched Yi Jian's tongue, the great master of the immortal realm raised his hand slightly, and at the same time as the wine jug returned to the right place, an invisible force quietly sent the wine that had come out of the jug back to the jug.

Zhang Yun on the other side also put down the dishes and chopsticks in his hand, and he originally wanted to finish the seventh bowl and have another bowl after eating the sixth bowl, but at this moment he knew that some people didn't seem to plan to continue to wait or follow.

"To be honest, I don't really like people interrupting me eating. Zhang Yun wiped his mouth and spoke, his voice slightly muffled.

The person who suddenly appeared at Zhang Yun and Yi Jian's table and naturally sat down smiled very honestly, and could even be called a smirk.

Yi Jian raised his eyebrows, glanced at Zhang Yun, who didn't have any special reaction, then got up and walked out of the tea shed, asked the boss for three catties of roasted lamb legs, and dragged a bench to sit in the corner of the wall and bask in the sun and gnaw up.

Zhang Yun tilted his head and glanced at Yi Jian, and said with a smile: "I also said that you are full, but it turns out that the noodles are the base, and the meat is sitting in the east?"

Yi Jian swallowed the mutton in his mouth and snorted: "I eat noodles because I have to gnaw dry food every day, but the leg of lamb that this boss bakes himself is a bit of a doorway, I don't believe you can taste it." ”

Zhang Yun and Yijian said that I answered, and it seemed that they did not take the person who had just sat down in their eyes at all. The man didn't seem to care, just smirked, and sat there honestly listening to the conversation between Zhang Yun and Yi Jian with a harmless posture, without even moving his eyes.

It wasn't until the leg of mutton in Yi Jian's hand was replaced with a new product that Zhang Yun seemed to remember that there was another person at the table, and while his eyes were retracted, he put away his smile, and just said indifferently: "Shantang has never been Shantang, and I am not interested in cooperating with you, now I don't want to pay attention to whether you want to follow or what." ”

The smirking man, who had almost turned into a clay sculpture, finally moved his eyes, startling the owner of the tea shed who had been watching the amusement all along.

"The Selling Gold Mansion is in business. The man's smile fell, and his naïve attitude disappeared in an instant, and his solemn face was like that of the giant businessman who would negotiate business with millions of gold and silver, "We too." ”

"Shantang didn't have any money in the Jinfu back then, so my information should be correct, right?" Zhang Yun also called a leg of mutton, and after speaking, he tore off a piece of fragrant mutton and stuffed it into his mouth and chewed it.

The man shook his head when he heard this: "Zhang Zhenren doesn't know, our Shantang has been hiding his whereabouts for many years, and he still has saved a little bit of gold and silver. No matter what kind of business Zhang Zhenren wants to do, I think my charity hall is enough to contract. ”

Zhang Yun raised his eyebrows and sneered: "One class contracting? ”

The man's face was smiling again, but this time it was only sincere, not half silly.

"I have a little money in Shantang, Zhang Zhenren just don't go to the nine days to collect the moon and the sun, I think I can really afford to come to Shantang. The man said as he placed a jade pendant on the table.

This jade pendant is carved with a copper coin shape that is round and square, because it is placed vertically on the tabletop, it can be seen that there are a total of eight characters on both sides of it: "one day and one goodness" and "eternal inclination".

Zhang Yun's face showed three points of curiosity, he really didn't expect that the goods in front of him, who could be cut into dust with a sword, actually took out the token of the sect master of Shantang. This seems to be an unbearable jade pendant, if anyone can really grasp it, then all the people in the good hall will see it like a minister sees the king, a servant sees the master, and there is an order to obey, and there is no refusal.

"It's really a lot of money, who gave you the courage to take out this thing? You 'teacher'?" Zhang Yun's eyes seemed to have a slight flash, and four chopsticks floated in front of the man's eyes.

"The teacher is not here, and the Yishan Hall only shows one side, so there are a lot of festivals with the Tianyin Sect. So the teacher had to deal with the aftermath with the senior brother in many ways. The man got up as he spoke, ignoring the four chopsticks that were absolutely capable of breaking stones and iron, and just held the jade pendant with both hands and saluted Zhang Yun respectfully, "Yin Renjie, a disciple of the third generation of the junior Shantang, came today with sincerity, and asked Zhang Zhenren to think twice." ”

Zhang Yun sneered in his heart, and the ghost believed it!

"You say sincerity, okay, then I'll see your sincerity. Zhang Yun said, and the four chopsticks were immediately placed on the table.

But just when the Yin Renjie had just breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, he suddenly felt a strong threat that would almost directly destroy his business heart that had been cultivated for decades.

In a trance, Yin Renjie realized that the terrifying aura felt that it actually came from the floating sword that was less than the thickness of a hair in front of his eyebrows.

Yin Renjie finally understood why the teacher was not worried about the jade pendant changing hands before he set off, but was even more worried that he, the little apprentice of the future leader of the good hall, would be easily broken and undermined decades of penance before he could really fight.

The aura on this sword has already transcended the pure martial arts!

For the first time, Yin Renjie couldn't keep his composure, and in an instant, the cold sweat on his body had already made him look like he had just been fished out of the water.

Zhang Yun's index finger in his right hand also pinched the hilt of the sword for ten years, and the expression on his face was full of playfulness: "You see, I am very sincere, in the face of you like this, I can probably blow to death in one breath, and I have been a novice holding 'ten years' and pointing at your eyebrows." So please don't beat around the bush again, I've been thinking about how to negotiate with the Pinjin Mansion lately, and I really don't have time to deal with other businessmen. ”

The pressure in his heart in front of his eyebrows was relaxed, and the "soul" of Yin Renjie, who was almost completely beaten out by Zhang Yun's sword momentum, returned to his senses.

"I ...... I have a message for a monk. Stabilizing his mind, Yin Renjie finally said the sentence that should have been put at the end in advance.

Zhang Yun raised his eyebrows, and Yin Renjie, who had been somewhat successful in martial arts, suddenly found that his martial arts had been invisibly wasted.

"You'd better be clear. Zhang Yun put away ten years and looked at the Indian Jie, who was paralyzed on the ground.