"This is the Han Mansion File?" Zhuo Yi took the scroll in Yang Ziyue's hand and looked at it carefully.

"In the year 2341 of Hanhai, there was a violent explosion in the Han Mansion, and six corpses were found from the ruins of the Han Mansion. The Houcheng Lord confronted Wang Chang, the sect leader of the Tianqi Sect, in May, but to no avail......"

"What? Tianqi Sect? It's the Heavenly Ruler Sect again?! Wang Chang! I'm at odds with you! ”

"In this Han Mansion tragedy, there are 17 people in the Han Mansion, Han Kuling and Qiu Ping, the heads of the Han Mansion, are not spared, and the only daughter Han Qian'er is missing......" Seeing this, Zhuo Yi finally let go of the boulder in his heart, he exhaled and said to himself: "Bug, I will avenge Uncle Han!" Where are you......"

In a luxurious reception hall somewhere in the City Lord's Mansion, Yang Ziyue respectfully served Zhuo Yi an iced tea. Zhuo Yi immediately stood up from the chair and took the teacup in Yang Ziyue's hand: "Thank you, Brother Yang." ”

Knowing that Han Qian'er was just missing, Zhuo Yi finally let go of the big stone in his heart, and wanted to take Lin Han back to the Mifan mercenary group, but Yang Ziyue invited him warmly.

"Brother Zhuo doesn't have to be polite, I don't know what Brother Zhuo's plans are in the future." Yang Ziyue admitted that Zhuo Yi was powerful, and after some previous temptations, he gradually had a good impression, seeing Zhuo Yi so respectfully taking the tea in his hand, he thought to himself: "This son is strong and not arrogant, I must recruit him today." ”

Thinking of this, Yang Ziyue's smile on his face became even worse, and he waved his hand at his entourage, signaling to arrange lunch for Zhuo Yi.

Zhuo Yi thought for a moment, and then replied: "Since you know that Han Qian'er is still alive, and Uncle Han was killed by the Heavenly Ruler Sect, it is natural to find Han Qian'er and personally take her to the Heavenly Ruler Sect to collect debts!" ”

When Zhuo Yi said this, the teacup in his hand couldn't help but clench, and a little tea instantly overflowed from the teacup.

This scene naturally fell in Yang Ziyue's eyes, and he was secretly happy in his heart: "Zhuo Yi attaches so much importance to love and righteousness, if he helps him find Han Qian'er and confront the Tianqi Sect, wouldn't it be ...... to recruit him into his command."

"Brother Zhuo, what I admire most in my life is a man like you, who dares to shake the Heavenly Ruler Sect alone. I will replace the wine with tea, toast you, and punish myself at the banquet later. As he spoke, he raised his glass to his brow and took a sip at Zhuo.

Yang Ziyue's behavior made Zhuo Yi also quite impressed, and knowing Han Qian'er's whereabouts this time was also thanks to Yang Ziyue's convenience, otherwise the City Lord's Mansion would not let him see it, and it would be difficult for him to argue with the City Lord's Mansion.

"Brother Yang! I should have come to thank you, but it was you who helped me to know what happened in the Han Mansion. This is the good wine I occasionally got in the Ten Thousand Medicine Mountain Range, and I will drink it with you today! Zhuo Yi said, only to see a red light flashing on his wrist, and a cyan bottle appeared in the palm of his hand.

The cyan bottle was in one place, and suddenly the cold air swept through the room, and countless blue light spots gathered towards the cyan bottle like fireflies.

"What!? Star Cold Valley wine? Seeing that its star power is so surging, I am afraid it will be thousands of years old! Yang Ziyue jumped up from his seat, stared at the blue bottle surrounded by countless points of light in Zhuo's hand with a look of disbelief.

"Ten Thousand Medicine Mountain Range!" Compared with Yang Ziyue, the most shocking thing about his entourage was these four words.

was mentioned by his entourage, and Yang Ziyue was also shocked in his heart! Others may not know that he is the young city lord of Xunzhang City, but he knows very well that the Burial God Mountain Range, also known as the Ten Thousand Medicine Mountain Range, and the people of the Yuncang Empire must pass through Xunzhang City when entering and exiting this Ten Thousand Medicine Mountain Range, as the young city lord of Xunzhang City, he naturally knows that the Ten Thousand Medicine Mountain Range is dangerous.

"This Star Cold Valley is a rare grain that only appears in the Snow Mountain within the Sixth Ring of the Ten Thousand Medicine Mountain Range, and there are fourth-order demon beasts around it, one of them, and its medicinal value is immeasurable. If it is listed in the auction house, the alchemist would rather spend millions of gold coins to get it. Many people will make a deal with the alchemist when they get this strange thing, but Zhuo Yi uses it to make wine, and there are not a few bottles of it......

Thinking of this, Yang Ziyue had a further understanding of Zhuo Yi's strength.

"I expected that Brother Zhuo might have the ability to fight with the Star Hero of the Spirit Realm!" Yang Ziyue speculated, but still said what he thought in his heart.

"What!?" The attendant on the side was secretly surprised in his heart, he thought that the young man in front of him was at most about the same strength as the young city lord, so he was treated like this by the young city lord.

"Not enough to worry about!" Zhuo Yi didn't deny it too much, but smiled slightly, poured the Star Cold Valley wine into the cup, and handed it to Yang Ziyue.

Yang Ziyue smiled bitterly, feeling very uncomfortable, he always thought that he was already a rare opponent among stars of the same age and star, and he was proud of it, but he didn't expect that in Zhuo's eyes, he was just a clown jumping off the beam.

"Fortunately, I didn't continue to compete with Zhuo Yi's brothers, otherwise ......" took the wine glass in Zhuo Yi's hand, Yang Ziyue drank it in one gulp, and his heart was a little overshadowed by the joy in his heart, the most outstanding person was not himself.

"Alas!" Yang Ziyue sighed and gently carved a word in his heart: "Modesty." ”

"How?" When Yang Ziyue was stunned, Zhuo Yi had already asked.

"Ah...... Very good! Yang Ziyue suddenly woke up, thinking about things just now, he didn't taste this wine carefully at all, so he had to say a perfunctory sentence.

While the two were talking, the delicious food was also served by a group of attendants.

"How can wine be without good food?" Yang Ziyue said, immediately got up, and pulled Zhuo Yi is seat with him.

At the same time, Zhuo also took Lin Han's hand.

Halfway through the banquet, after three rounds of wine, Zhuo Yi and Yang Ziyue were already a little drunk. The two of them talked about everything, from birth to experience, from ancient times to the present, from astronomy to geography.

"Brother Zhuo, we hate to see each other late, why don't we bow down today?" Yang Ziyue stood up from his chair and picked up the wine.

"Good! I was born on June 19, 2326, I don't know when Brother Yang was born? "After Zhuo Yi came out of the Burial God Mountain Range, he didn't make any friends, and now that he has a character with such a background and makes friends with him, he is naturally a little excited. Moreover, this Yang Ziyue is not a gentleman, he has been educated very well since he was a child, and Zhuo Yi is of course willing to make friends with him.

"I, Hanhai, March 14, 2326, this brother can still bear it! Hahahaha...... "Yang Ziyue's success in wooing Zhuo Yimu is naturally happy."

"Brother Yue!" Zhuo Yi immediately got up, looking serious.

"Brother Zhuo...... Yes! Wrong! Xiao Yi ...... "Yang Ziyue just took the wine glass and wanted to call Zhuo Yi, but he found that the title was a little awkward.

"Brother Yue, call me Xiaoyi!" Zhuo Yi touched Yang Ziyue's wine glass and drank it.

"Good! Primary One! Yang Ziyue took a sip of the wine in the cup, took Zhuo Yi's arm, and walked out crookedly towards the door.

As he walked, he shouted to the crowd, "Prepare ...... Car, spare car! Go...... Go to Yangong Lake! ”

Stimulated by the wine, the two of them are like long-lost brothers at this moment, supporting each other with a brother and a brother leaving the city lord's mansion.

The city lord's mansion of Xunzhang City, a larger reception hall.

As soon as the city lord sent away the strong men with a smile, he turned around and asked, "Where is the young master?" ”

"Back to my lord, I just went to Yangong Lake with a young leader of a mercenary group!" The attendant on the side replied.

"Humph! Let him have more contact with these strong people, he has to ......" Yang Ziyue just wanted to blame, but was interrupted by the city lord's wife behind him.

"Ziyue has been educated by you since he was a child, what's wrong, is it possible not to believe him?" The city lord woman smiled slightly, and continued, "He has grown up too!" The road is his own, and we can't pave the way for him for the rest of our lives......"

"Yueliu, you're talking about ......"

Yangong Lake.

Yangong Lake is a famous spot in Xunzhang City. Legend has it that a long time ago, the world was not divided, the number of Zhou, when the Great Zhou general Zhuo Yangong and the ancestors of the Tang clan of the four great gods today worshiped in an unknown lake somewhere in Xunzhang City, after the Great Zhou Emperor Yang Guang was mediocre, the people were not happy, the eight great gods rose up, and were blocked outside the city by Zhuo Yangong, who was the general of the country, when loyalty and righteousness were difficult to choose, Zhuo Yangong chose righteousness, died under the sword of the Tang God Clan, the Great Zhou died, and the people were able to breathe.

Later, the patriarch of the Tang Dynasty and the world found this lake in order to commemorate Zhuo Yangong, and named it Yangong Lake, and since then, this place has become a holy place for countless hot-blooded men to worship.

"I'm Zhuoyi"

"I'm Yang Ziyue"

"Today, under the witness of Yangong, they become brothers of the opposite sex, not seeking to live together, but to die together!" Then the two of them offered high incense.

"Big brother!" Zhuo Yi hugged Yang Ziyue and called him affectionately.

"Brother-in-law!" The two hugged each other and cried, like long-lost brothers meeting each other.

At the beginning of the day, there were many people worshipping in Yangong Lake, and when they saw the two of them like this, they all cast their eyes.

The night is coming slowly, but the excitement of Xunzhang City is not over, and the fireworks and lights everywhere illuminate the sky red.

Yang Ziyue was overwhelmed by alcohol, and some cold wind blew on the shore of the Yangong Lake, and he was drunk and unconscious, and was sent back to the City Lord's Mansion by a group of city lord attendants.

At this moment, Zhuo Yi and Lin Han were walking on the street one after the other, although it was extremely lively, Zhuo Yi felt so lonely.

"Brother Lin, do you have a sweetheart?" Zhuo Yi didn't know why, and suddenly asked such a sentence.

Lin Han slowed down, hesitated slightly, and finally smiled helplessly and said, "She, in the Burial God Mountain Range!" ”

Zhuo Yi was stunned and a little stunned, he turned his head and looked at Lin Han, and smiled hard for a long time: "You mean the godmother!" ”

Lin Han didn't answer, but looked at the full moon in the sky and fell into memory. Zhuo Yi didn't bother him, but walked to the stall on the side of the street.

"Little master! Do you have a favorite lantern? Seeing Zhuo Yi stop in front of his stall, the small vendor warmly entertained him.

Zhuo Yi didn't reply, but looked at the lantern on the stall, pointed to the lantern painted with the butterfly pattern of "916" and "619", and asked, "Why does this butterfly look like the numbers 6 and 9?" ”

The little vendor smiled enthusiastically and said, "Little master, this is going to start with the origin of the Qixi Festival!" ”

Then he looked mysterious, and his small eyes blinked and looked at the meson on Zhuo Yi's wrist.

Zhuo Yi smiled slightly, naturally knowing what the stall owner meant.

I saw Zhuo Yi's wrist flashing red, and a small bag of gold coins appeared in his hand, and then he threw it casually and said, "Well said, I have covered your mess!" Not good...... That's embarrassing. ”

Watching Zhuo Yi take out the gold coins, the little vendor was overjoyed, this small bag of gold coins, but his income for a year, he couldn't help but think: "Sure enough, it's easy for children to make money!" See if I don't blow you stunned! ”

Then the vendor's smile grew so big that even 24 of his teeth were exposed.

"Little master! Legend has it that a long time ago, there was a young boy and girl, the male named Tan Qi, born on June 19, a poor family, the female named Yaoxi, they met on July 7, the two fell in love at first sight, and privately decided for life, they loved each other very much, but unfortunately there was no fate...... The woman's parents forcibly married the woman to a wealthy local gentry...... On the day of the wedding, the gentry grabbed the altar seven on the altar and used it to light the lamp, Yaoxi was so sad that she jumped into the fire and hugged the altar seven, and the two were burned together by the fire and it was difficult to separate. When everyone took out the bodies of the two people from the altar, they suddenly cracked, and then they saw two fire butterflies slowly flying out of the black cocoon, and you and I flew towards the sky...... Later generations admired their unswerving spirit of love to death, and set July 7 every year as the Chinese Valentine's Day to commemorate the two. And this pair of lanterns is a pair, and the painting on each pair is two different fire butterflies, in the shape of the numbers 619 and 916, which are taken from their birthdays: September 16 and June 19. According to legend, men and women born on these two days will become the envy of the world. ”

"Bugs! I know! I know what 916 and 619 are! After the story was told, Zhuo Yi was already in tears, and he shouted loudly at Haoyue.

Zhuo Yi gratefully handed the money bag to the vendor, and then released all the sky lanterns on the stall, he looked at the points of light that were gradually disappearing in the night sky, and muttered, "Little stink bugs? Where are you? ”

No one paid attention, on the other side of the river, countless sky lanterns also gradually soared, and a girl in red looked at the sky lanterns and asked, "Zhuo Ping'an?" Zhuo Yi. Where are you? ”

She is Wang Xiaoxiang.