Chen Ti was really still alive, and he didn't have the slightest appearance after suffering from the world's unrivaled Xun Yin's palm and vomiting blood.

Looking at the sloppy old man who was eating meat while picking his feet with his hands, Lu Rong thought about the words of gratitude in the back room for a long time, and he couldn't say any more as soon as he started.

"Old man Chen's ......"

Chen Ti squinted, his mouth didn't stop at all, and interrupted: "Don't talk nonsense." ”

Lu Rong reacted quickly, swallowed the words that had reached his mouth, and turned to pat a sycophant that was not salty or light: "Old man Chen is really not old." ”

The old man snorted coldly and tucked Lu Rong a big dumb man: "Fart treasure knife, Lao Tzu uses a sword." ”

Lu Rong smiled awkwardly: "Yes, yes, the sword is not old." ”

Wu Bei smiled silently, and let go of the mood that had been suppressed for days, and he was not surprised that the two people in front of him were fighting so much along the way, but he was more cordial at the moment.

Before Lu Rong could sit down, Yuan Gong on the side had a low face, knelt down in front of Lu Rong with a plop, and kowtowed deeply: "Humble and guilty!" ”

After a few days of self-blame and guilt, this brave tiger will lose weight and sunken his eye sockets. Indeed, just as Lu Rong thought, the assassin that day had already eaten a pill sewn on the collar of Xun Yin when he entered the forest, and he was so angry that he was on the spot. This is the method of suicide that most dead spies will use, just like the medicine that Gou Chenzi wears will melt in the mouth and will be hopeless within three breaths, even the immortal Da Luo is helpless, Dazhong and the Northern Barbarians are constantly at war, as a spy once he falls into the hands of the enemy, waiting for him must be cruel and unbearable torture, a highly poisonous poison and a few seconds of pain are far more pleasant than suffering, but this kind of medicine is available all over the world, and there is no way to find it, no wonder Yuan Gong was furious, and dismantled the still warm corpse on the spot.

Looking at the Xuansoap Military Captain who couldn't bow down in front of him and his face was flushed, Lu Rong said lightly: "General Yuan, please get up." ”

Yuan Gong didn't move, just lowered his head.

The crowd was silent, only Chen Ti was silent.

Lu Rong looked up at Wu's back, frowned slightly, and said coldly with a straight face: "Get up!" ”

Yuan Gong bowed and said in a deep voice: "Please Your Highness to restrain Yuan Gong's negligence." ”

Lu Rong was suddenly furious: "Make a fart crime!" Don't go out and serve dinner to this son! If you kneel down and block the way, Lao Tzu will not be able to stand! ”

Qiao Wei, who was supporting Lu Rong, smiled, she could deeply feel that Lu Rong's footsteps were floating at this time, and half of her body was supported by her.

Ignoring Yuan Gong's crawling and running to serve the meal, Lu Rong finally got his hands on the hard things, looking at the table full of delicious dishes, and his appetite was great.

Wu Bei had already stood up and bowed deeply to Xun Yin behind Lu Rong: "Wu Bei thanked Mr. Xun for his wonderful hand. ”

Xun Yin nodded slightly, didn't speak, and sat casually beside Chen Ti.

Chen Ti didn't raise his head, handed over a piece of torn chicken to Huzi, and said lightly: "When are you leaving?" ”

"I want to send my seniors to Yanjing and back."

"No, you don't."

Xun Yin frowned slightly, hesitated and said, "But the senior's injury ......"

Chen Ti snorted coldly and interrupted: "What's wrong with my injury, don't think that your palm is too much, if I don't bother to control the sword, even if you have ten percent strength, I can eat it." ”

Lu Rong listened to the tone of the voice, and asked, "Mr. Xun, what's wrong?" ”

Chen Ti still didn't give face as always: "You are everywhere, we are talking, what is the matter with you." ”

Lu Rong cautiously reached out to touch Chen Ti's injured shoulder, and asked, "Old man, are you really okay?" ”。

The hand stretched out in the air was slapped away by Chen Ti, and the old man ignored Lu Rong, turned his head and continued: "You can leave tomorrow, don't stay here, I want to do it with you when I see you." ”

Xun Yin seemed to have something strange in his eyes, and said softly: "Then I'll wait for my seniors to heal from their injuries, and then we'll fight again." ”

Chen Ti yawned, straightened up, and took back the hand that was clasping his feet, as if he suddenly became serious, and said lightly: "Don't fight, I can't win you this time, and I may not have a chance in the future." You kid don't pretend, I know you have already seen it, if I can't beat you within a hundred moves, then I can't win again, hum, yes, the future life is terrifying, this is true. ”

Xun Yin didn't affirm or deny it, but said softly: "The seniors are old after all. ”

"It doesn't matter what it does, Zhang Fuyu is almost a hundred years old, isn't it the same? You Qi practitioners start low and have high peaks, and if you are not born, you will be earth-shattering as soon as you are born, you are even more outrageous than that Zhang Fuyu, when the bull's nose is fifty years old, it is not obvious, but you have already exhausted the top of the mountain, it is not simple. I have to say that you are doing the right step by step on Kunlun, more secure than me to climb the mountain one step later, the same is true of the way of martial arts, to your class, temperament is heavier than talent, I think I and Zhang Fuyu and called the saint regardless of high and low, outsiders still think that we are sympathetic to each other and respect each other, but I don't know that I am arrogant and arrogant and single-mindedly dominant, twice up the mountain on the sword is really not divided into victory or defeat, he cultivates the way of heaven, I cultivate the way of the sword, he can't win me than killing, I can't help him in the martial arts competition, the Tao is not the same, and in the end it is not still defeated by the world, It's funny to think about it now, I, Chen Ti, was disturbed by a false name, what Taoist holy land should not be a murderer, what is a literary and martial arts theory, pretending to be a fart and high, Lao Tzu should have really drawn his sword back then, and asked with a sword, and now it will not make Wang Yizhi's old man sigh and act like Zhang Fu. ”

There was silence on the table, and everyone in the world knew that Zhang Fuyu sat on Yangshan and never fought with martial arts, but such old stories were only more agitated when they were told in the mouths of the parties.

Chen Ti's eyes were dim in his cloudy words, as if he had long been tired of competing for strength after twenty years of self-restraint, and continued after a pause: "Xun boy, do it yourself, I don't have the heart to do it, but I also want to see if anyone can climb Zhang Fuyushou's mountain before I die, don't look at me with such eyes, although I lost this time, I dare to say that if I really have murderous intentions, even if you win in the end, it will be a death." ”

"Xun Yin knows."

This person who was pinned on by Chen Ti sat upright like a student's junior.

"It's good to know, okay, I'm tired."

Chen Ti threw away the chopsticks, slowly stood up, and slowly turned around and walked towards the back room.

The dog tiger followed step by step.

Lu Rong looked at the back of this sword god, listening to his slight words, and suddenly felt a kind of sadness in his heart.

At that time, he was hand-held but evil, and he had not lost a single battle since he was born. After defeating Zhao for a long time, Zhanzong Dazai, ruined countless famous swords and swords, drank all the cold-blooded blood, and the world only saw his magnificent back.

And now, with this back, he only has the emaciation and loneliness of the pale old man.

"Go back and tell your master, live well, he still owes me a cup of tea."