Yiyan gave a key to Mo Zhiyu, and while opening the door of one of his rooms, he said to Mo Zhiyu:

"I've been tired for more than two months, and I can relax when I get here. I'm going to rest first, and I'll get a ticket back to Donglu tomorrow. However, tickets are very tight here, and we may have a few more days off. Wander around on your own and take a good look at this new world. Don't get lost, I'm going to look for you. ”

"Okay." Mo Zhiyu snapped his fingers and responded simply.

He saw that Yiyan was starting to close the door, so he planned to leave, but when he saw that Yiyan was about to close the door, he seemed to think of something again, and took it out of his storage bag, his little face was entangled, as if he was making a big decision, and finally took out a few pieces of loose silver from the storage bag and handed them to Mo Zhiyu, and asked very solemnly: "Save some flowers!" ”

Mo Zhiyu felt that Yiyan's appearance of a wealth fan was really funny, but when he looked at Yiyan and gave him a roll of his eyes, he couldn't hold back a smile and took the silver.

Then Yiyan closed the door and went to rest.

Mo Zhi thought that he didn't have any external salutes, so he didn't bother to go back to the room, and put the key directly into the inner world. He looked at the door of Yiyan's room, smiled lightly and spread the broken silver in his hand, holding one in his palm, and there were a few more spars in the broken silver.

"Oh ~ young man." He's not poor at all.

Mo Zhiyu went downstairs directly, asked the shopkeeper about a few lively places and left the inn. Then he first went to find a pawnshop, made a spar to give him more cash, and then swaggered and ate and drank to enjoy a new life.

Suddenly, he heard shouting in the distance, and then saw the crowd retreat to the side of the street, and then he saw a group of soldiers running towards him and stopping everyone in the street. This is the downtown area, and even the ink delirium has been forced into a corner. He looked carefully at the source where the soldiers were running, and heard the sound of a trumpet over there, and a man shouted loudly: "The immortals are coming, and the idlers are avoiding!" ”

"Immortals?" Mo Zhiyu was puzzled for a moment.

A warm-hearted passer-by next to him immediately complained: "Isn't it an immortal, an immortal of the evil sect, the people of Tianjian Mountain were still big at the beginning!" ”

Hearing this person say this, Mo Zhiyu looked over there better.

I saw that the front of the spacious avenue that was stopped by the soldiers slowly walked out of a blowing and blowing team, and behind the leading Hercules team was a large sedan chair that was only an eight-person platform, this sedan chair hung on all sides, and the breeze blew, making the curtain sway, so that the people sitting inside loomed. However, from his figure, he could see that there was a big man sitting in the sedan chair.

What ghosts? What is a big man doing so glamorous and mysterious, he doesn't look at it at all!

Such a big pomp and circumstance couldn't be finished for a while, and Mo Zhiyu was bored, and suddenly saw that someone in the crowd seemed to be quite familiar. He looked at the man again, and he was a large man, dressed in the typical attire of a shepherd noble, with a cloth cloth wrapped around his head, and a large beard, but his face had not changed much.

Azule?

Mo Zhidelusion was startled, it stands to reason that Azule should be in the far north of Tianjian Mountain, how could he be here? However, it has been two hundred years, and I don't know if Azule has changed, so Mo Zhiyu didn't recognize him for the first time.

Keeping an eye on Azul's movements, he squeezed his way through the crowd.

He found that Azule was still surrounded by several people, like bodyguards. And when he saw Azul walking down the street, from time to time passers-by greeted him in a friendly manner, and saluted respectfully, as if shouting: "Daha, you Meng." ”

"Dahayoumon" means "prince" in shepherd language, does Azule have such a background?

It's not a way to guess by yourself, Mo Zhiyu chose to do it directly. He saw that Azule and his party were about to turn into a remote alley, he quickly followed, saw that there was no one around, directly climbed over the wall, and knocked out all the bodyguards around Azule in three strokes.

But Azule is a man born in the Ministry of War, and his vigilance is even better than his bodyguards. He immediately lucked the Yuan Force Fluctuation, but before he could fully release this Yuan Force Fluctuation, he was completely suppressed by a greater coercion, and he could only hurriedly respond to a few punches and kicks before the attacker elbowed him against the wall. He wanted to resist, but he heard the attacker shout:

"Azul!"

Azul was startled, and looked up at the attacker, and saw a young man of about twenty-five years old, although he had the face of an Eastern Continent, but he was wearing the clothes of an ordinary swordsman, and his skin was tanned by the scorching sun, and he looked like an ordinary wandering swordsman.

"Who are you?" Azule asked in a deep voice, looking at the person in front of him vigilantly, his eyes were like a bloodthirsty wolf, even in adversity, he could fight back and kill his opponent at any time.

"Ink." The man in front of him only said one word, and then raised his index finger and finger with his other hand, making a "two".

Azul's eyes moved, and for a moment he couldn't remember who it was, and then suddenly, his memory went back to two hundred years ago, to that night like Shura's death, to the back of the desert. He lowered his voice and shouted, "Impossible! He died, two hundred years ago! ”

Mo Zhi smiled, stared at Azule's wolf-like eyes, and said indifferently, "As you can see, I'm still alive." ”

Even though Mo Zhiyu showed his trademark smile, Azule's eyes did not change, and Azule's eyes swelled with anger: "How do you prove it? From your face, to your hands, it's all different! He's missing a finger on his left hand! ”

"It's just a severed finger, and it's growing." Mo Zhiyu pressed Azule again, replacing his right hand with a left hand, and then shook his perfect right hand in front of Azule's eyes, "Moreover, I broke my right hand, Asu's nephew, you don't have a long heart." ”

Azule originally deliberately said something wrong, but now that Mo Zhiyu pointed it out so correctly, he was really a little shaken, but the "Mo Zhiyu" in front of him was not the same as the high-spirited young man back then!

Mo Zhiyu looked at Azule with such a suspicious look and sighed: "It's so stupid, why did you waste so much time with you?" Then he saw the long inky knife at his waist burst out of its sheath and struck it beside Azul's head.

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