After returning from Liudao Square, Su Ze kept silent about going down the mountain.

He didn't want to be entangled by Gu Xiaosang.

But Jiang Zhiwei is about to make her debut and try her sword in the world.

Su Wuming kicked Su Ze out.

Su Ze said cheekily: "Senior sister, let's go through the rivers and lakes together." The golden boy and the girl, what a match. ”

It's okay not to say it, but as soon as she said this, Jiang Zhiwei resolutely refused to go with Su Ze.

Of course, Su Ze has too many secrets, and he may also say so on purpose.

Ordinary people try swords all over the world, and they will go to the top of the list of martial arts heroes to compete.

Defeat the opponent to take their place on the leaderboard.

For example, go to Donghai Jianzhuang to find He Jiu, and go to Jiangdong Wang's family to find those handsome people on the list.

But Su Ze has a strange idea.

The first thing he went to find was the proprietress of the "Hanhai No. 1" inn.

Su Ze has nine apertures, which are actually the power of the nine gods.

This is an external force that can carry his body and fly in the white clouds.

In the desert in the morning and in the East China Sea in the evening. In one day, you can travel thousands of miles!

Hanhai Desert in the Western Regions, quicksand set.

"Quicksand Collection" is the last market town that enters the "Death Sea" in the west, after the market you can see the vast gravel, desolate and gloomy, a few tenacious and distorted green not only can not bring the pulse of life, but set off the Gobi reckless and dead silence.

Stepping into the "Hanhai No. 1" inn, the first thing I saw was the counter, which was next to the door, and it was messily filled with paper, brushes, and account books.

The shopkeeper was a woman in a black dress, she was twenty-seven or eighteen years old, dressed as a woman, with willow eyebrows and phoenix eyes, and a delicate face, like a blooming flower, full of femininity, attracting the guests to look at them either openly or sneakily.

She supported her chin with her right hand, lazily looking at the account book, and her face was coldly turned white, which was set off by the black dress, as if all the people in the inn owed her a hundred taels of silver.

This should be the legendary Qu Jiuniang who is beautiful and mature in appearance, but has a bad and abnormal personality.

Young, handsome, dressed in white like snow and with a long sword of victory, Su Ze walked into the inn.

Qu Jiuniang ignored it, lying on the counter, looking lazy and seductive, seeing many guests swallowing saliva, but she didn't dare to look at it.

"Shopkeeper, I'd like to get some news. Su Ze has a bright eye, a magnetic voice.

"No news. Qu Jiuniang was neat and neat, and said without saying much at all: "This is a place to eat and stay, not a place to inquire about news!"

Su Ze, who had long understood her character, seemed to be looking at a kitten with a bad attitude.

Su Ze smiled and took out an emerald: "Shopkeeper, I am willing to pay a high price." ”

As soon as she saw this emerald of obvious and extraordinary quality, Qu Jiuniang's eyes suddenly lit up, and the whole person suddenly became energetic and more and more delicate.

"Take it out early, it's easy to talk if you have money!" Qu Jiuniang hated that iron could not become steel.

"I want to inquire about the news of the little monk of Shaolin Temple" Su Ze smiled kindly, as if looking at his naughty little granddaughter.

Qu Jiuniang looked at Su Ze seriously for a while this time, and looked at Su Ze carefully from head to toe.

Then, Qu Jiuniang said irrationally: "Since you want to inquire about the news, then go to the room so as not to be heard." ”

Of course, Su Ze would not have an opinion, he wished that he could spend more time with Qu Jiuniang in private.

Qu Jiuniang walked out of the counter and walked upstairs first, with a slender waist and a graceful back, walking like a weak wind supporting willows, Su Ze hurriedly followed behind her.

Coming upstairs, Qu Jiuniang pushed open a guest room and walked in, sat on the edge of the bed with a golden knife, and watched Su Ze carefully close the door.

Then he said with a smile: "What is the relationship between you and the little monk?"

"Friends, it can also be said that they are friends of life and death. Su Ze said calmly.

Because Su Ze is also a Han Chinese, it is of course different from the ethnic group that has lived in the desert for generations.

Qu Jiuniang believed Su Ze's words.

Her expression was cold, but her eyes were flowing, she was drunk, the fragrance was fragrant, and it was refreshing, of course, her object was not Su Ze, but the emerald in Su Ze's hand: "A question and a gem." ”

"Where is the little monk now?" Su Ze threw out the gem in his hand.

Qu Jiuniang's black and white eyes were shining, looking at the jade intently, beckoning to catch it.

Such eyes, combined with her mature and beautiful appearance and figure, if it were used on men, Su Ze suspected that few would be able to resist it.

At the same time, she replied: "Zhending, under the protection of the old Shaolin monk, has left the Hanhai Desert and returned to the Central Plains." ”

Who is the old Shaolin monk, Qu Jiuniang didn't say, obviously making a deduction for the next question.

Sure enough, Su Ze took out three more pieces of jade and ruby.

"What is the physical state of Zhending, and how is the martial arts?"

"These are two questions!" Qu Jiuniang's eyes finally moved away from the gem and looked at Su Ze seriously.

"Okay, I'll give you two gems. The corners of Su Ze's mouth twitched slightly.

He has long known about Qu Jiuniang's greed for money, and now he can't help but complain.

"Zhending's health is very good and he is not injured, but he violated the rules of Shaolin Temple, and seeing his companions killing innocents indiscriminately without stopping it, he has been abolished by his master Xuanbei himself. ”

Su Ze smiled faintly, Xuan Bei was Meng Qi's uncle, he just made an illusion, and he didn't really abolish Meng Qi's martial arts.

When Su Ze was in a trance, Qu Jiuniang had already grabbed the three gems in Su Ze's hand and admired them intently.

"I still have one more question that I haven't asked," Su Ze deliberately protested.

Qu Jiuniang played with the gem in her hand with a confused gaze, and said impatiently: "Ask quickly." ”

"I can't remember for a while, the gem is prepaid first, and I'll ask later. Su Ze looked at Qu Jiuniang with a smile.

Qu Jiuniang didn't say anything more, her face turned pale: "Go down, leave quickly after eating and drinking." ”

I'll go, without the gem, it's faster to turn my face than to turn a book! Su Ze scolded a sentence, returned to the lobby, ordered roast lamb legs, donkey meat and other food, and ate with a mouth full of oil.

Qu Jiuniang is not only the proprietress of an ordinary inn, she is also the representative of the reincarnation organization "Immortal Traces" in the Hanhai Desert.

The title within the organization is "Bixia Yuanjun".

Su Ze came here on purpose to get in touch with the "Immortal Trace" to see if he could get in quietly.

After contacting Qu Jiuniang, Su Ze went to find another member of the "Immortal Trace".

This time he did not fly, but hurried with martial arts.

Along the way, he killed several groups of horse bandits who were not long-eyed, and obtained some gold, silver and gems.

It took a week to arrive at the Lao Cao Hotel on West Street of Yuhai City.

Lao Cao's drunkard Xie is the most fair cover in the dark industry, whether it is selling stolen goods and killing, seeking information, or hiding and fleeing, as long as he negotiates with him, he has never betrayed. Regardless of whether the opponent is Ze Luoju or the poison, he strictly guards secrets.