- When she saw Chen Jiu's face and was sure that she was actually the Jiuniang of Dongfeng Tower, Cen Chi's heart set off an uproar.

Maybe many years ago, when he led the donkey back to Beijing and passed the street in front of Dongfeng Tower, Jiu Niang, who had just gotten up upstairs and looked lazy, didn't pay attention to him among the bustling passers-by downstairs, but he remembered her upstairs leaning against the window in a daze.

It's not because of the throbbing love at first sight - like Lin Shan, Cen Chi, who grew up and learned from Beili, began to cultivate his mind and mind every day when he entered the Shimen school, and after several years of continuous study, he naturally had a kind of self-control that ignored beauty - Cen Chi would remember Jiu Niang's appearance, or because of the senior brother he was looking for.

In the more than ten years that Cen Chi had just escaped from the Beili School, Lin Shan had not stopped looking for him, but he had never gained anything, and the reason for this result was not only because Cen Chi was deliberately avoiding Lin Shan, but also because he always had the general location of his senior brother, so he could avoid it so quietly.

Although the relationship between the two brothers and sisters is a little strange and awkward, it has been able to be maintained, but this bond was broken three years ago.

It was only at this time that Cen Chi was a little panicked.

The senior brother he had been avoiding finally stopped coming to him, and as if he had completely disappeared from this world, he finally felt fear and loneliness.

Before that awkward bond was suddenly severed, he never thought that his spiritual dependence on his senior brother would be so strong.

Three years ago, when he learned of Lin Shan's death. His first instinct was not to believe it. However, the smoke and fire in the Lin family's old mansion made him unable to get close, and he couldn't confirm it with his own eyes, which made him hang in the air all the time, but because of this, he was always worried about a glimmer of hope in his heart.

In the three years of searching for his senior brother, Cen Chi walked through almost every inch of land in western Sichuan, and also wrote a few letters back to Kyoto in great secrets, interrogating his senior brother who was a fake monk several times, but there was still no result.

After staying in western Sichuan for more than two years, he was tired of seeing the environment and scenery there. Considering that there are many acquaintances of Lin Shan, there are many Lin Shan's acquaintances in the Southern Zhao and Northern Defense Military. He decided to go north, maybe he could find some clues. Unexpectedly, Beidaying had not yet arrived, and when he passed by this town, he found a clue.

After Lin Shan's accident three years ago. Jiu Niang, the chief steward of Dongfeng Tower, then retreated into seclusion. Shallow water passers-by looked at the matter. I just thought she was tired of the happy life. Those who know more about the old things in Dongfeng Tower may guess that she has lost her belief in living because of the death of the person she admires.

And for these two views, Cen Chi does not believe in them.

Because he is almost paranoid in his opinion. How could Lin Shan die so easily? Chen Jiu, a woman, is by no means so fragile. Even if this woman may not escape the catastrophe of love, and her heart is dead and haggard and gradually withering, this process will never be as fast as a month!

What's more, in the month after the news of Lin Shan's death came out, Cen Chi had actually quietly observed this woman, only to feel that although she had grief in her eyes at that time, there were no obvious signs of despair, and she was already able to manage the daily affairs of Dongfeng Tower.

After three years of hard searching, although Cen Chi has not really found his senior brother, he has finally made some achievements, and first proved a hypothesis that he insisted on in his heart three years ago.

Cen Chi sat under the tea shed, silently sorted out the old or new clues in his mind, and then he picked the corners of his mouth happily.

"You don't look like a tired man from a long journey."

A clear voice floated into his ears, and it was the middle-aged man who looked like a hairpin with a cloud eyebrow and a hairpin and a Taoist cultivation sitting down opposite.

Facing this person, Cen Chi put away the smile on his face and said lightly: "What about others? ”

The "he" in Cen Chi's words refers to the young man with a knife who traveled with him.

"Feed the horses." The Taoist pointed to the thick tile pot resting on the rough wooden table in front of him, first sipping his lips, as if he had tasted the taste of the tea soup in the cup, and then leaned his neck back to drink the turbid tea juice in the cup for the second time.

As Lin Shan, who was hundreds of miles away, estimated, this middle-aged man who cultivated the appearance of the Dao was indeed a partial descendant of the Beili School. Although it is a side branch of the North Fence School, Fang Wuxue is far from Cen Chi, except for the health preservation and longevity of the old man who swallows clouds and spits out fog and sleeps snow and dew, Fang Wu is also obsessed with astrology and divination, and calls himself a warlock.

Cen Chi and Fang Wu met in the Prime Minister's Mansion in their early years, but at first they only recognized their faces and did not have much actual intersection. Later, Cen Chi's senior brother took a hand, so that they knew each other's true identities, and then they became closer.

In the journey to find his senior brother in western Sichuan, although the results were still slim, it was undeniable that Fang Wu helped Cen Chi a lot of things. Although these two teachers are separated by several generations and dozens of years apart in age, in the process of more than two years of trekking, the two have actually formed a deep friendship.

It's just that there is a third person who is traveling with them, and for this companion from the Prime Minister's Mansion, Cen Chi and Fang Wu are of the same mind maintain a very high sense of guard.

In the past two years, Cen Chi and his entourage have walked in the Qingchuan Valley, where bandits and bandits are rampant and often common, and they have faced danger many times, all of which have relied on Gao Qian's superb martial arts to solve the siege, so he has added a few more scars to his body in the past two years.

But despite this, for Cen Chi, he is still determined to only treat this high potential at the head of the ten families as the eyes and ears of the Prime Minister's Mansion.

Three years ago, when he learned of Lin Shan's death, Cen Chi also inadvertently discovered some other things in the Prime Minister's Mansion, which vaguely proved that the Prime Minister's power was having an affair with the killer group that murdered Lin Shan, which made Cen Chi disgusted the Prime Minister for the first time.

If Lin Shan was still alive, Cen Chi might be able to ignore this point of the festival, at most he would just leave the Prime Minister's Mansion; But if something really happened to Lin Shan, Cen Chi would definitely do whatever it took to make the Prime Minister's Mansion cut flesh and bleed.

This was the decision Cen Chi made when he left the Prime Minister's Mansion three years ago.

In the past three years, as the road under his feet has become farther and farther, but again and again he has only gained disappointment, this determination in his heart has become deeper and deeper. How could he have a good impression of a person sent by the Prime Minister to spy on him? As for the high diving diving, he risked several times to save him from danger. In his opinion, it was just a promise of loyalty to the prime minister, and it was also ruthless with him.

Knowing that Gao Qian fed the horse, according to his careful and patient style, he would not be able to come back for a while, Cen Chi's face softened slightly, and he said casually: "He is really cautious as always, but it's a pity that he stepped on the wrong grid." ”

Fang Wuliuyun's eyebrows were raised, and instead of immediately trying to debunk another meaning that might exist in Cen Chi's words, he smiled and said, "It's not okay to be careful." If there were no such three horses. We may be stuck here for a month. This place is so remote. If you lose a horse, not only will you not be able to get it back, but you will not be able to buy a few more. ”

After leaving the town where Lin Shan lived in seclusion, Cen Chi and his party galloped for two hours, stopping at noon under another unfamiliar town's teahouse. But it wasn't actually the place they planned to rest today.

As planned. They should have skipped the more remote town than the previous one. They rushed to Shakou County, about 200 miles away from here, before dark, and then changed the horses into carriages, repaired them and then hit the road.

On the way from western Sichuan to Hokchito. Cen Chi and his entourage originally traveled in a carriage, but they were robbed by rogues halfway. The target of the rogue looting was only property, and as soon as the other party came up, he directly slashed one of the wheels of the carriage with his sword, and then shaved off the roof of the car...... With the courage of one person, although he successfully killed the four rogues, he had no spare strength to protect the carriage, and finally Gao Qian snatched the two horses of the rogues in turn, and the three of them fled the scene on horseback.

It's just that in this way, after sleeping in the open for a few nights, it took Cen Chi more than two years to stabilize the toxins in his body, and there were signs of rebellion. In the past few days, his face has obviously been a little abnormal again, and he must try his best to reach the county seat with more comprehensive environmental facilities to make adjustments.

The reason why Cen Chi left the Prime Minister's Mansion three years ago was to find Fang Wu, and use his immortal technique of devouring fog and dew to dissolve the strange poison in himself, and at the same time, he also had the slightest idea of looking for the medicine ghost Liao Shi to seek a way to detoxify. But after the past three years, in fact, Gao Qian and Cen Chi both know what the other party really wants to do, but they still have room for each other's needs, so they haven't broken this layer of window paper for a long time.

Regarding this matter, although Fang Wu, a partial disciple of the Northern Fence School, had accepted Xiao Kuang's entrustment and was willing to assist Cen Chi all the way, in fact, he still maintained a neutral posture. He did not help Cen Chi deal with Gao Qian because of his mentorship and the Beili School, nor did he help Gao Qian, who was the head of the ten generals of the Prime Minister's Mansion, to monitor Cen Chi more deeply because the Prime Minister's Mansion gave him a few years of wine and meat.

Fang Wu was only bent on seeking the Dao, but the Dao heart was weak, and he deliberately avoided the distracting thoughts that disturbed his state of mind.

But looking at this matter from Cen Chi's point of view, Fang Wu did not help anyone, and in fact, it still benefited him a lot. Although Fang Wu was unwilling to do anything to hurt Gao Qian, but in other aspects, he was able to help Cen Chi.

Cen Chi couldn't imagine that if Fang Wu also became the eyes and ears of the Prime Minister's Mansion, all his actions would really be hollowed out.

However, today, because of a familiar face, a certain thought that had been put aside for a while in Cen Chi's heart was brought up again. At the same time, he no longer wants to maintain this defensive but balanced relationship between him and the high potential.

Fang Wu didn't really want to break the little thought in Cen Chi's heart, and Cen Chi was still a little hesitant for a while, whether it was time to spread out the idea he had been thinking about for a long time.

The two sat quietly opposite each other for a long time, until suddenly a small wind swept into the tea shed, and the dry grass residue on the ground mixed with the sand ash and flew into the sky, and then poured down, Cen Chi looked at the wind and sand and squinted, Fang Wu subconsciously turned the tea cup on the table in front of him upside down.

Half a cup of tea overflowed half of the tabletop, and a pool of tea soup overflowed the edge of the table, dripping down.

Fang Wu's hand holding the tea cup was slightly sluggish, and Cen Chi's half-squinted eyes slowly opened completely.

"Old Dao, are you going to sigh to the sky again?"

"What do you want to say?"

Cen Chi and Fang Wu spoke almost at the same time, and asked each other a question. These are two questions with different motives, but they are almost expected from each other.

The two men looked at each other, and then fell silent together.

In the past, looking at the sand and dust that suddenly swept up in Siye, and the small tea shed that swept and pushed the flat ground and isolated, Fang Wu was indeed easy to gather his spirit in order to comprehend what he saw in front of him. In terms of the ideal ideas of a cultivator like him. Water is the lifeblood of Kundi, and wind is the breath of Tianqian, if you can feel more of it, it will be one step closer to the law of heaven and earth.

But at this time, Fang Wu didn't feel anything as Cen Chi said.

He just moved a few thoughts in his mind like an ordinary person, and then said slowly: "You made a decision? ”

When he heard the word "fate" mentioned in Cen Chi's words just now, he could roughly guess what the content of that decision in Cen Chi's heart was.

This thought had long been in Cen Chi's heart, and Fang Wu had already realized it. At this time, Fang Wu was not sure whether Cen Chi had made up his mind. There is no fixed thought. He will not give an explicit choice, including the choice to give up.

Cen didn't answer and asked, "Will you help me?" That's what he wants to say the most, and what he desperately wants to answer.

Fang Wuyi didn't answer this question immediately, but just asked rhetorically: "Why don't you imagine that I might choose to help other people?" ”

All around this is a strange and sparsely populated place. If there is anyone else who will make Fang have no intention of helping. This person is not Cen Chi. Then it could only be another of their companions, High Dive.

This should be extremely unfavorable to Cen Chi's plan, and if the situation really evolves into such a situation, it is also the last thing he wants to see.

However, for Fang Wu, this is a rather dangerous rhetorical question. Cen Chi's face did not change, he did not think about anything, and immediately said in a slow tone: "Even if you don't help me, you will never fail your promise with another person." ”

Fang Wu suddenly laughed and said softly: "If I am still like before and no one will help, do you think you can have a chance of winning?" ”

Cen Chi responded to Fang Wu again with a rhetorical question: "You take visiting the Tao to seek immortals as your business, so do you believe in the will of heaven or in my words?" ”

If there is a third person sitting at the table at this time, he will definitely be confused by the conversation between these two people.

But at this time, the two people who were talking in this state were extremely sober in their mental thinking, because the decisions and choices in their words involved more than just a trivial matter in small talk.

"Sometimes your thoughts are crazy, so I believe in Providence more......" After pondering for a while, Fang Wu opened his mouth and asked rhetorically: "Listen to the meaning of your words, it seems that you have a way to make Providence in front of me for me to choose?" ”

Cen Chi raised his shoulders, an incomprehensible expression appeared on his face, and finally stopped asking questions, and said slowly: "Of course, you should know that one of the propositions of the Northern Fence School is not to play this set of falsehoods. However, because of your faith, there is one thing before me that I must ask for your opinion, so I will believe it once. ”

Fang Wu didn't speak, but a look of novelty clearly flashed in his clear pupils.

Although he is a partial disciple who has been separated from the Beili School for several generations, he still has a much more careful understanding of this school with the significance of inheriting the ancestral school. The main disciples of the Beili School are extremely thin, and it is extremely difficult for the world to see it, and it is very surprising to make a Beili disciple change his adherence to the essential principles of the school, even if it is only once.

Next, he saw Cen Chi call the tea man, took three tea cups again, and made three hot teas. The three tea cups that had been used before were taken away, and the tea soup that had been spilled on the table was also wiped dry, and the qiē on the table seemed to be restored to its original position.

When the tea-making guy left, Cen Chi took out a white pill from the corner of his sleeve with great speed, and the end of his finger was hard crushed, and the powder fell--it landed in the teacup placed on the side of the table between the two teacups of him and Fang Wu--if there was no accident, that was the position where Gao Qian would sit when he came back after feeding the horse.

Rao is Fang Wu had already made some mental preparations, knowing that the person sitting upright opposite might make some big noise, but when he saw the white powder falling into the tea cup of the high submersible, he couldn't help but be surprised in his heart.

Fang Wuluo suppressed his voice and said, "You're actually going to start here?" ”

His words were more subtle, but in fact, he still couldn't bear to fulfill Cen Chi's wish so quickly. Although he is a cultivator, he cultivates the way of nature, the way of comprehension, and the ideal state in his heart is to be undisturbed by the world and to improve in harmony. If you have to make an exception once...... It's too sudden!

"What's strange?" Cen Chi had a smile on his face, reached out and picked up the tea with medicinal powder, and shook it gently. Let all the powder that was on the edge of the cup be absorbed and melted by the dark tea soup, "Maybe another team of rogues will come out and plunder us, and no one will be nosy around." Although they are also human, they are likely to choose to avoid it as quickly as possible. ”

The implication is that he poisoned a person in the current public environment, even if this person is still his companion in the face, and it will not attract much attention in the end. In such a remote place, the governing power of the government is almost negligible. If there is no more chivalrous man who happens to pass by. This kind of place is the unhindered place for killing people and goods.

Fortunately, the people here are generally poor, so everyone can get along without trouble. Unlike the three of them, when they just stepped into this windy and sandy land on the northern border a few days ago, it didn't take long for them to attract people's eyes and ears and then recruit bandits and loot.

Fang Wu sighed softly and said, "Since you have already done this thing. What other options are you talking to me? ”

"Actually. It's not ......," Cen Chi hesitated. He was only halfway through his words, when he saw a familiar figure coming over from the corner of his eye, and he immediately cut off the conversation.

"What did the two gentlemen talk about?" The easy-going voice of the high dive came.

When returning to the table after the high-diving horse feeding. Cen Chi just took the first step to withdraw his hand, so Gao Qian didn't see the somewhat strange movement of him shaking the teacup.

Gao Qian only saw the big difference in the expressions on the faces of the two people sitting opposite each other on both sides of the brown wood tea table, and couldn't help but be a little curious: what could make the Taoist priest who had always shown a calm and relaxed normality look surprised, and Cen Chi, who had always been disturbed by the Taoist priest's accidental exit of the Taoist scriptures, looked calm?

Because Fang Wu had already roughly determined the matter that Cen Chi was thinking about in his heart, at this time, when he saw Gao Qian again, his eyes unconsciously became a little strange.

Fang Wu was silent, Cen Chi took the initiative to get up, and Wen Yan greeted: "You also sit down and rest, you are all busy all the way, and I can't help anything, so I just moved two pieces of mouth, and just asked the guy to add you new tea." ”

"There's Mr. Law." Gao Qian sat down as he said, smiled and said: "Escorting Mr. along the way, it is Gao's position, and he definitely doesn't dare to be careless." ”

Cen Chi didn't say anything more about gratitude. Along the way, Gao Qian has regarded himself as the following person, and after three years of traveling, Cen Chi also felt more deeply that sometimes it is indeed a good skill to be high. The key is that he wants to create obstacles to the high potential as much as possible, so gradually he also holds his own identity, even if this identity actually depends on how much face the real head of the high potential and the prime minister in Kyoto gives.

Cen Chi only raised his hand and made a "please use" gesture.

Gao Qian bowed his head slightly and picked up the teacup.

Fang Wu, who was sitting on the side, lowered his gaze slightly at this time.

However, just as the edge of the teacup in Gao Qian's hand was about to approach his lips, there was suddenly another wind, which blew the ground like a knife, lifting a layer of fine sand towards the tea shed. Because the angle was too treacherous, the tea shed's finely woven roof with withered grass did not play a role in shielding, and fine sand spilled in from the side corners of the shed, splashing all over the table.

Cen Chi's table happened to encounter a wind outlet, and the two tea cups on the table were shoveled into half of the sand by the wind, although Gao Qian held the tea cup high in his hand, he was not spared some sand into it.

Gao Qian only hesitated for a moment, then put down the teacup and called the guy to come over to change the tea set.

Although he assumed himself the identity of a subordinate person in front of Cen Chi, his real identity was that of a senior general of the Prime Minister's Mansion, and some habits and cultivation in life would not be erased due to changes in the environment. He could have succumbed to the simplicity of the tea house in the middle of nowhere, and the crudeness and wornness of the tea utensils, but he would not be patient to continue drinking tea mixed with sand, just as he could eat the black flour mixed with bran to satisfy his stomach, but if it was stained with mud, he would never pick it up again.

However, if the teacup was served in his hand, or the head of the nest was pinched by him, with his wrist as steady as stone and hard as iron, of course, these accidents would not have occurred.

Maybe it's providential......

The tea shack guy quickly got a new tea set, and carried a tall iron kettle full of hot tea.

The man saw that these three people were by no means locals, and after carefully looking at their temperament, it was not difficult to see that they had a kind of nobility in them. Although the tea maker couldn't figure out why these nobles came to this deserted place, he still had a flattering mentality, apologized several times for the wind and sand, and then left the table and went to other things.

Looking at Gao Qian's slow sipping with a crude clay clay bowl, Cen Chi lowered his eyes slightly. His eyes fell on the freshly brewed tea in front of him. He reached out and rubbed the edge of the teacup, and the grit of the coarse tile teacup came from his fingertips, and at the same time, a look of doubt appeared in his eyes.

At this moment, Fang Wu, a middle-aged Taoist who was sitting opposite him and originally lowered his head slightly, looked up at the sky, as if he had just been relieved of something, and said with a long breath: "What a strong wind! ”

The three of them had been in the north for several months, and they were used to the wind that swept into the tea shed and covered the table with fine sand just now. Therefore, in the face of Fang Wu's sigh, Cen Chi raised his gaze seemingly casually and looked over. In his heart, he only felt that he was talking nonsense.

If it weren't for Cen Chi, he wouldn't believe in demons and evil spirits at all. He might have thought just now that the gust of wind might have been the act of the Taoist priest sitting on the opposite side - the nonsense at this time showed the Taoist priest's smug mood after successfully casting the spell.

However, although he didn't believe this, he couldn't help but have some doubts about another thing in his heart at this moment.

Could it be that this high dive really shouldn't be killed?

Cen Chi looked at Fang Wu who was sitting opposite him suspiciously. Don't wait for the other party to turn their gaze. Suddenly, I caught a hint of discoloration from the leisurely expression of the face.

With the Taoist gaze angle, he looked over. Cen Chi quickly understood the reason for the other party's surprise, and he himself raised his eyebrows, with a dismissive and indifferent attitude.

This tea shed is extremely simple. There was only one adobe house, and the shed was propped out next to the adobe wall, and the wind was exposed on three sides. Such a broken household structure is not without reason, in case of robbing by the robbers who pass by here to rest and quench their thirst, and easily smash the tea shed that does some small business, the owner of the tea shed will not lose too much cost of building the shanty.

In the corner of the right hand wall of the tea shed, there is a knee-high clay jar, and the tea cup used by the guests is temporarily placed there, and it should wait for a certain amount to accumulate before it will be taken to the shed and cleaned.

The three sandy teacups on Cen Chi's table just now were naturally received there, and to Fang Wu's surprise, at this time, there was a ragged old man squatting next to the pottery jar, holding a broken gourd scoop in his hand and scooping it in the jar, scooping half a scoop of tea dregs, and pouring it into his mouth without thinking.

Of course, Fang Wu didn't forget the scene of Cen Chi grinding the medicinal powder in the teacup reserved for the high potential just now, although he didn't ask, and Cen Chi didn't explain in detail, but he had already acquiesced in his heart just now that it was Du medicine.

The poisoned residual tea was casually discarded in the clay jar by the tea shed guys, and now the unknown ragged old man is fishing for the residual tea in the jar, which ...... If an innocent person is killed, it is likely to arouse the suspicion of the high potential later......

Along the way of escorting his peers, Gao Qian did his duty, and at the same time, it was not difficult for Fang Wu to see that this senior guard of the Prime Minister's Mansion only cared for Cen Chi for this, and did not mix any other personal feelings.

The heart of preparedness and surveillance, of course, is always there.

Fang Wu didn't know what the bottom line of the Prime Minister's Mansion was for high diving. Is it possible that if there is a difference in Cha Cen Chi, he can be killed directly?

Although in the eyes of outsiders, Fang Wu also belonged to one of the idlers of the Xiangfu, he actually didn't like that place at all, and in recent years, he gradually became disgusted. Because only what he knows, Prime Minister Shi Jing can't count how many doormen he has killed, all of them are a pair of fingers.

He is a cultivator, even if this pedant is not recognized by the people of the world, and he is always compared with the gods, but he still firmly believes in the pure heart of Taoism in his heart, and does not want to mix too much with the world. The suffocation of living beings seemed to him to be a great evil in the world, and he did not want to see it often.

But the scene in front of him now is tantamount to telling him a dilemma, stopping the old man can save his life, but on what basis did he stop it? If you don't stop it, Lao Suo will die, and you may indirectly burn the anger on Cen Chi......

Just when Fang Wu hesitated, out of the corner of his eye, he saw Cen Chi suddenly stand up!

Fang Wu's heart moved, but this trace of joy had just been picked up, and it was soon left behind.

Cen Chi didn't stand up to stop the ragged old man who came to drink the leftover tea, he just bent his arms and expanded his chest, as if he was stretching his stiff body bones after sitting for a long time. But because of his interruption, Fang Wu had already missed the opportunity to stop the old man from swallowing the remnants of tea.

A scoop of tea mixed with leaf residue has been swallowed into the stomach by the old man in tattered clothes a few times, the old man sighed with satisfaction, and shouted at the guy who ignored him at all under the shed: "Xiao Erzhang, your family's tea today is still not growing as usual, it is as difficult to drink as water, and if it continues like this, it will not be able to close the door sooner or later." ”

The tea-making guy who was called Xiao Erzhang by the ragged old man finally stared sideways when he heard the voice, and his tone was obviously suppressed with displeasure, but it was different from what he really hated and complained: "The old immortal." Do you dare not come over tomorrow to beg for water? Don't kill you in the middle of the road! It never costs you half a pen, you gossip in the other way, don't affect my business! ”

There was a rude man in the tea shed who put one foot on the table and said with a smile: "Old thing, it looks like you have drunk water, what do you really taste of water?" I don't know, don't talk nonsense, so as not to affect my uncle's tea! ”

The rest of the tea guests in the tea shed, who were also dressed in tattered clothes, laughed, and one or two people took advantage of the situation to greet a few whistles, although the atmosphere was messy and noisy, but it also showed that these people were acquaintances.

"Be your grandma's uncle." The ragged old man spat at the rude man who was sitting in an extremely indecent manner, "But ...... Listen to what you say. Obviously, you have tasted this thing more than grandpa and me. Grandpa won't fight with you. ”

There was another burst of laughter in the tea shed.

The rude man didn't get angry when he heard this, but he turned his face away and said disdainfully: "Old guy, you don't have virtue in your mouth, no wonder your son can't get his mother-in-law when he's in his thirties." Let him live with you for the rest of his life! ”

The rude man's last half sentence is a bit ruthless. The ragged old man really changed his face slightly. was about to open his mouth to fight back, but he saw that the tea-making guy finally couldn't stand it anymore, and shouted, "Old immortal." When you're full, hurry up and get out of the way! You haven't seen the boss of the Fu family? You can't beat it, which time are you better than 34 times of arguing? Don't add any mess here, didn't you see that I'm here today? Hurry up, hurry up, go away! ”

The ragged old man immediately extinguished his anger, and laughed twice, outsiders don't know if he has any other thoughts in his heart, but no one really cares about this.

The ragged old man picked up a bundle of firewood lying on the ground, hung the water scoop he had brought back to his waist, and turned around and left without saying a word. When he turned around with the figure of Chai He on his back, the Taoist Fang Wucai under the tea shed saw a hunted pheasant hanging on the side of the firewood bundle. The dead pheasant drooped its long neck, and as the old man dangled around him step by step, the pheasant, which was obviously not fat, looked quite a little poundy against the background of the old man's small size.

With the commotion in the tea shed just now, until it calmed down at this time, Fang Wu suddenly remembered that he seemed to have forgotten something just now.

Looking at the back of the person who was slowly walking away with a bundle of firewood on his back, Fang Wu sighed softly.

Since there has been no outbreak of toxicity for so long, perhaps...... Maybe it's slow......

Fang Wu may not even have realized that his judgment of Cen Chi's methods was too simple...... Why did he never think that maybe the powder crushed between his fingers was just ordinary powder?

Cen Chi stood up, he didn't have any intention of sitting down, and after making two movements to stretch his body, he beckoned: "Time is a little tight, let's go." ”

The three of them walked to the side of the tea shed and led the way to the road. When checking out, the guy in the tea shed also made many accusations, for fear that he didn't greet him well and made the three distinguished guests pay the bill in a hurry and leave.

Obviously, because there are no competitors around this tea shop, this tea maker did not check himself, with the environment of his tea shed, even if he greets him verbally, what is the use? A few empty words, if you can't exchange them for comfortable seats, exquisite tea sets and sweet tea soup, they are all empty. Even if there are no two people who are noisy and foul-mouthed, such a tea shed does not want to keep people to sit more.

Riding a horse, Fang Wu suddenly realized that the path of his group of three people to Shakou County seemed to be on the same road as the ragged old man carrying firewood? !

He looked at Cen Chi, who was riding and mounted, and a hint of surprise appeared in his eyes.

Cen Chi turned his face sideways, just in time to see the strange color in his eyes.

Cen Chi still didn't say anything until this point, but suddenly raised a whip...... Pumped on the horse's buttocks where Fang Wu was sitting.

The horses, which had had enough fodder and plenty of water, were suddenly struck by this spicy whip, and could not even gallop away with all their hooves. However, Fang Wuxin, who was riding a horse, was slightly shocked, but fortunately, he had traveled all year round in the four fields, and he had a good grasp of horses as long-distance cattle, so he was not thrown off the saddle.

Although Fang Wu was quite puzzled in his heart, why Cen Chi suddenly came to such a nervous state, he did not immediately shout and ask the doubts in his heart, nor did he forcibly rein in the horse, but grabbed the reins and concentrated on driving the wild and angry horse, letting it rush.

Two clouds of smoke and dust rolled up on the sand of the wilderness, after Cen Chi finished smoking Fang Wu's mount, he immediately raised the second whip but it was on the horse under his seat, and quickly caught up with Fang Wu's horse, and then the third whip was drawn on Fang Wu's horse......

In this way, Cen Chi whipped the two horses one after the other, and the two horses went away, and soon threw the high dive behind him, who was already surprised, dozens of zhang away.

When the three of them split into two sides to distance themselves from each other, the three riders actually maintained a high forward speed. Up to this time, a group of three horsemen had opened and closed dozens of feet away, and had run nearly five miles ahead.

(To be continued......)