Zhou Qingdui was grabbed by this young man in the robe and flew all the way to a crowded city before stopping.

The two stood on the street, and Zhou Qingdui still looked at the young man in the Taoist robe in front of him with a trace of puzzlement: "Your Excellency, what's going on?" ”

The young man in the Taoist robe grinned and said, "My name is Yang Zhao, and I am a sword cultivator who can use fire. ”

"As for why those people came to hunt me down, it's because I beat their prince."

Beat the prince?

This person was able to speak so indifferently, which shocked Zhou Qingdui, and then smiled: "My name is Zhou Qingdui." ”

This Yang Zhao put his hand on Zhou Qingdu's shoulder without seeing it, spit out the grass in his mouth, and said, "Brother, you are out alone, where are you going?"

Zhou Qingdui didn't hide it when he heard this, put Yang Zhao's hand down, and said, "Go to the southern region of Yanyu." ”

Yang Zhao didn't mind seeing this, but after hearing the words, he patted his thigh: "Brother Zhou, I'm going to a place next, and the route is roughly the same as that of the Yanyu Southern Region." Why don't you be a companion on the road and go together? It can be regarded as taking care of each other on this river and lake. ”

Zhou Qingwan took two steps forward, pretending to be thinking carefully, and then nodded.

It is no exaggeration to say that he has never had any friends since Zhou Qingwan has been all the way! The only two relatives also died early. Now that he can have someone who is willing to accompany him for a while, it is also a belated blessing for him Zhou Qingdu.

The two were walking in the city, and Zhou Qingdui asked Yang Zhao: "We just walked like this, can't that group of people catch up?"

Yang Zhao just smiled indifferently and said, "It's okay, my fire is not so easy to break." Even if it is the prince's personal guard, I am afraid that it will take some effort to come out alive. ”

The two walked to a wine stall and sat down, and Yang Zhao shouted: "Xiao Er, come and warm up two taels of spring mud for Xiao Ye!" ”

Seeing this, Zhou Qingwan also shouted: "Two more bowls of Yangchun noodles!" ”

Yang Zhao grinned and said, "Shopkeeper, put less green onions." ”

In just a moment, Xiao Er of the wine stall held two bowls of hot Yangchun noodles and two bowls of hot wine with hops.

Yang Zhao was not polite, picked up the chopsticks and ate a bite of Yangchun noodles. Obviously, this guy loves this too!

After a few more sips of hot noodles, Yang Zhao picked up the wine bowl, but he didn't see Zhou Qingdui touch the wine in front of his noodle bowl, stared at Zhou Qingdui with a very strange look, and asked, "Brother Zhou, don't drink?" ”

Zhou Qingdui looked up at the eyes of the person in front of him, shook his head and said, "Brother Yang, I don't hide it, I have never drunk alcohol and I don't know how to drink." ”

Yang Zhao smiled when he heard this, picked up the wine bowl in front of Zhou Qingdui, handed it to Zhou Qingdui and said, "Brother Zhou, how can there be anyone who doesn't drink when walking the rivers and lakes." Sometimes, you just have to have a drink to feel comfortable. This spring mud wine is a major feature of Kanshui Prefecture and even the Eastern Region of Tianqian, and it will definitely not disappoint you! ”

Zhou Qingwan saw that it was difficult to excuse himself, so he took the wine bowl in Yang Zhao's hand and touched the bowl in Yang Zhao's hand lightly.

After taking a big sip of wine, the young man only felt that his throat was hot, and his face was also hot.

But soon the pungency of the first taste was completely gone, replaced by the sweetness and excitement that remained in the mouth.

So, the young man in the robe and the young man in white clinked glasses one after another, this is the delicious Yangchun noodles in the world with spring mud and wine, and there are a few more different tastes.

I don't know where the courage came from, but the young man felt that the taste of this bowl of wine was not enough, and shouted unprecedentedly: "Xiao Er, two more bowls of spring mud!" ”

I don't know how long it took for the two of them to push the cup and change the lamp, and the two of them got up at the same time and walked crookedly outside. But just after stepping out of the wine stall, he fell to the ground at the same time.

"Brother Zhou, it's too uncomfortable to keep calling it that. I'm a few years older than you, so I'll call you Twilight by your name. ”

"Good ......"

In the hazy night, there were two young men who had just come out of the rivers and lakes lying on the street outside the wine stall, muttering some trivial things about the rivers and lakes.

Drunk sword aura, only deep spring mud.

It is estimated that Zhou Qingwan at that time must have felt that in the town where he lived before, a poet surnamed Huang who taught me wrote something "A glass of wine in the spring breeze of peach and plum, and ten years of night rain in the rivers and lakes." At that time, Zhou Qingwan only felt that he didn't understand it very well, and now he can't seem to understand it, but now he suddenly feels that this river and lake seems to be a river and lake with wine.

On the rivers and lakes, there is an unwritten rule. Whether it's an ordinary monk or a mountain immortal. When drinking, you will never use your true qi to resist the power of alcohol. If this is the case, it will probably ruin the artistic conception and ruin the wine.

......

The next morning, the two of them, who had just awakened, got up from the ground.

Yang Zhao was quite indifferent, but Zhou Qingdui was taken aback by his appearance, and it was hard to imagine what he had done last night.

Seeing this, Yang Zhao just smiled and said, "Xiaodui, you are still a little lacking in drinking." Yesterday, someone had only drunk three bowls of wine and was lying on the table. ”

Zhou Qingwan was a little indignant when he heard this, picked up the ancient sword lying on the ground, pointed to the young man in the Taoist robe in front of him and said, "Yang Zhao, don't pretend that the amount of alcohol is good, you were not much better than me yesterday." ”

After Yang Zhao heard this, he was silent for a while. Then, the two of them laughed at the same time.

After the two brothers straightened their clothes a little, they sat down at the wine stall and ordered two bowls of Yangchun noodles and feasted on them.

After eating, Zhou Qingwan wiped his mouth and touched the pocket of his clothes, but he didn't find out why.

After Yang Zhao saw this scene, the chopsticks in his hand fell suddenly, and his face froze.

"You don't have no money, and I won't have a few copper plates left after I gave the wine money last night."

Zhou Qingwan patted his head, got up and touched it carefully.

At this time, Zhou Qingdui suddenly found the small brocade box on his waist.

Only then did Zhou Qingdui remember that this was stuffed to him by Miss Tang when she was parting before. It's just that I was in a hurry at the time, but I forgot about this thing.

So Zhou Qingdui opened the brocade box, and what caught his eye was the cloth bag that Zhou Qingdui was quite familiar with. Zhou Qingwan touched it, and it was indeed the fifty taels of silver that Tang Zijin had asked the young man to protect him before. When I opened the cloth bag, there was a small paper painting pressed inside.

On the painting, a young girl in green clothes looks at the young man in the pond in front of her.

Zhou Qingwan looked at it for a while, and before he had time to think about it, he put it up, and after a long ideological struggle, he took out a few pieces of broken silver from the cloth bag and put them on the table.

After Yang Zhao finished eating noodles, the two left together.

The two walked on the road outside the city, and Yang Zhao hugged his head and looked comfortable. Zhou Qingdui didn't dare to waste it, and when the two of them were resting, he stood aside and waved the sword blade in his hand, practicing the sword move.

And whenever this happens, the young man in the Taoist robe who always likes to touch his crotch will only lean under the tree, look at the figure of the young man practicing sword in front of him, and fall asleep soundly.

The two walked for a day, and the night gradually deepened. The two found a spacious place to rest, and Zhou Qingdui went to pick some wild fruits and came back, but saw that Yang Zhao had caught a pheasant and pressed it on the ground at some point, and he was sitting under a tree plucking his hair.

The pheasant seemed to be a little displeased with the guy in front of him, and after Yang Zhao tore off a hair on its buttocks, it suddenly began to flutter and agitate, rolling up a puff of dust and chicken feathers on Yang Zhao's face. This scene caused Zhou Qingdu, who witnessed the whole process, to laugh.

After Yang Zhao finally plucked the feathers off the pheasant, Zhou Qingwan came back with some dry firewood and sat down on the side. Yang Zhao ran to the stream not far away, and used the knife across his waist to disembowel, and the naked pheasant was disemboweled, and it was cleaned for a while.

In the end, this genius fire cultivator who had challenged all the Lingfu Realm cultivators in the imperial capital with his own strength in the Great Hung Imperial Capital, and won seven battles, drew two and lost one, actually used his terrifying flame to burn the pheasant's feathers again.

After Yang Zhao confirmed that he had cleaned it several times, he returned to Zhou Qingdui's side. After Zhou Qingdui placed the dry firewood, Yang Zhao just stretched out two fingers and ignited a raging flame. Yang Zhao didn't want to do the hard work of burning chickens all the time, so he inserted a wooden stick into the fire. I was lying on the grass on the side, holding a piece of grass that I didn't know where it came from, and humming a strange mountain song that I didn't know where I learned.

When the fragrance of the pheasant roasted was overflowing, Yang Zhao suddenly sat up from the ground again, not afraid that the chicken was still very hot, so he tore off one of the chicken thighs and put it in his mouth and gnawed it.

This is naturally very easy for a genius fire cultivator like Yang Zhao, but Zhou Qingdui on the side is not so easy. Zhou Qingwan could only carefully cut off a piece of chicken with a knife, and waited for the autumn wind to blow before daring to put it in his mouth.

......

Zhou and Yang slept on the grass against a tree all night, and then walked on the road the next morning while nibbling on wild fruits.

However, this night was much more comfortable than when Zhou Qingdui was traveling alone. With Yang Zhao, a genius fire cultivator, Zhou Qingdui can always have an extra ball of firewood beside him when he is resting, which can be regarded as a rare warmth in this Xiao Xiao autumn breeze. What made Zhou Qingwan a little puzzled was that he didn't know what method this guy used to make the firewood not extinguish all night, but the small amount of dry firewood would have turned into ashes early in the morning.

But today's journey is not all smooth sailing. Not long after Zhou Qingdui and Yang Zhao left, a team of people appeared in front of them to block the way.

The leader was a young man in a gorgeous robe. Behind him, some of them were still familiar faces of Zhou Qingdu. It was the group of people who chased and killed Yang Zhao before.

However, the state of the group at this time does not seem to be good. Although he was dressed in new clothes, the naked part of his body could still be seen burnt red and faintly blackened. Especially the faces of these people, what a tragic word! Almost everyone is red and swollen, and their faces are somewhat charred. They also stared at Yang Zhao with a grim face at this time.

The young man in the Chinese robe led by the leader also had some traces of being burned by the fire, but it was much better than the few people behind him.

But the young man in the Chinese robe had a gentle face, and looked at the two people who were not very kind, and said, "Brother Yang, this prince admires your talent very much. If you are willing to take refuge now, you will never care about your previous presumptuousness, and you will never be troubled by the two of you. ”

Yang Zhao looked contemptuous, spit out the weeds in his mouth, and said, "Your Dahong royal family is like this to recruit his courtiers?" Master said that he wouldn't work for you, so you're going to send someone to hunt me down?"

Zhou Qingwan tightened the sword in his hand.

The young man in the Chinese robe still had a gentle face: "It was definitely not the original intention of Zai Xia to chase and kill Brother Yang, but Brother Yang had injured Zai Xia before, and these unsuccessful subordinates rashly went after and killed Brother Yang." Fortunately, Brother Yang did not have any accidents, and this prince is willing to apologize to Brother Yang for the presumptuousness of his subordinates. ”

Yang Zhao didn't pay attention to his words, but said coldly: "I won't work for you, give up." Get out of the way! ”

After saying that, Yang Zhao pulled Zhou Qingdui beside him and walked forward.

The young man in the Chinese robe turned cold when he heard this, and the people behind him immediately blocked in front of Yang Zhao and Zhou Qingdu.

"I'm afraid I can't let Brother Yang go like this."

The young man in the Chinese robe fell into words, and everyone behind him immediately released their true qi, reciting the magic trick, and prepared to stop the shameless two.

Yang Zhao's face became even colder when he saw this, and said, "Then don't blame me for not keeping my hand." ”

After that, Yang Zhao also had an aura on his body that was not inferior to the few people in front of him. Then the sharp knife on Yang Zhao's waist suddenly came out of its sheath and came to Yang Zhao's hand.

Yang Zhao did not hesitate to recite the magic technique, run the true qi, and cut it out with one sword.

"Bloody Knife Float."

This knife was completely different from Yang Zhao's previous moves, the bloody aura and the chill in the knife were terrifying, and it was also a move that Yang Zhao had never used on the competition platform.

The young man in the gorgeous robe was also extremely shocked, and Yang Zhao slashed out with this knife, almost cutting back a few people in front of him.

Yang Zhao turned his head to Zhou Qingdui and said, "Xiaodui, you go first." These guys are a bit of trouble, and you're not an opponent. I'll be here when I'm done. ”

"If I leave like this, what kind of morality is it?"

Zhou Qingwan smiled, but refused to leave. The young man waved the Burial Immortal Sword in his hand and fought with several of them who had not been hit by Yang Zhao's sword.

"Thank you."

Yang Zhao smiled when he heard this, and the fire around him burst into flames, and he fought with the remaining people.

Zhou Qingdui distanced himself from those people, and the long sword in his hand gathered sword qi and swung suddenly.

Sword Qi Hengqingqiu!

After a few more rounds of fighting between the two sides, Zhou Qingdui was faintly defeated. After all, he, Zhou Qingdu, was only a Bone Building Realm cultivator now, and no matter how outstanding his combat power was, it would be difficult to parry several Spirit Mansion Realm cultivators at the same time. Even at this time, Zhou Qingdui had no time to use the mountain-destroying palm. I had to rely on the sword move style and the experience of many actual battles to avoid the attacks of these people.

But at this moment, a golden ring appeared in the hand of a Taoist and suddenly threw it towards Zhou Qingdu, who had seen the wind fall.

This is a confinement type magic weapon, which is generally used by the Daomen to catch difficult criminals. If Zhou Qingdui is hit by this blow, I am afraid that it will be difficult to escape.

Yang Zhao saw that this situation was not good, so he deliberately took a few steps back. When a certain Taoist was about to stab him with a sword, Yang Zhao suddenly grabbed the young man in the Chinese robe who was not far from him.

Seeing that Yang Zhao grabbed the neck of the young man in the Chinese robe, the sword man also stopped.

"Stop! Otherwise, Lao Tzu will kill him immediately! ”

Yang Zhao roared, and the Taoist who threw out the ring magic weapon also took back the magic weapon.

All of a sudden, the battle that had been stalemate before stopped at this time.

The menacing people all looked at Yang Zhao, who was pinching their master's neck, at this time.

"Enough!"

But when everyone was deadlocked, an old man with a solemn face suddenly appeared. It was the old man who was previously called "Tian Lao" by the young man in the Chinese robe.