The old Yuanying of the Kaiyuan Sect, who had only sacrificed a natal magic weapon since the start of the fight, and had never moved since he was punched, just stood in place with an embarrassed face. The magic weapon has already been withdrawn into the sea of qi, and the female martial artist obviously doesn't intend to be too concerned about herself and others, if she still stupidly hangs the flag there, isn't she persuading the other party, you come to fight Lao Tzu.

In fact, a six-rank martial artist didn't let Lei Song be too jealous, he had suffered the loss of being raided by the other party before, if he really pulled his position, plus the three Jin Dan of the Kaiyuan Sect helped contain him, he would still have confidence in beating a six-rank martial artist.

What really scared him was the man in white who was interrupted as soon as he spoke, and then stood on the street corner with a smile all the time.

The man in white just stood there with a smile on his face, but there was a qi machine that was always firmly fixed on him. I'm afraid that if I move, I will usher in the thunderous blow of that person. Moreover, that qi machine is by no means a Jindan realm, and the other party is at least a Yuanying Realm monk who is on par with himself, and even looking at his bearing that he does not put himself in his eyes, it is not impossible for him to be a cave Xuan realm.

After the little prince was thrown into the river a few streets away, all the servants ran to the Xiangqin River to savior, except for the three Jin Dan who were hard to get up or might not dare to get up after receiving a heavy punch, only this Yuanying Immortal Master was still standing.

"This fellow Daoist, are you still planning to fight with the two of us?"

Zhuo Yuming looked at Lei Song with a smile and a playful expression.

Lei Song clenched his hands into fists, and his tone was unusually polite: "Daoist friends laughed, I just came to the Prince's Mansion to serve as a worshipper on the order of the sect." It was only because I mistakenly believed the slander of the Zhao official before, so I came here to have a conflict with my fellow Daoists. Listening to this girl's words, since it was Zhao Yi who was wrong first, he naturally would not distinguish between right and wrong, and be biased towards that gentleman. ”

"Okay, since it's a misunderstanding, then let's leave it at that, fellow Daoists, please. ”

Seeing that the other party's position changed smoothly between words, Zhuo Yuming naturally did not have to compete with this sleek and familiar Yuanying monk.

Shu Jinran, who threw the little prince into the lake, except for the evil spirit in his chest, couldn't look down on such a wall grass that saw the wind and made the rudder, and after clapping his palms, he walked towards the inn with Zhuo Yuming.

After the two left, the three Jin Dan, who had been falling to the ground, immediately slipped up.

Lei Song glanced at the three of them and didn't say much, after all, they were all cultivators seeking immortality, so why should he offend a monk who didn't know the roots for a secular prince. All three were silent and flew away.

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In the early morning of the next day, Zhuo Yuming and Shu Jinran, who went out early, walked around Jinling City.

Shu Jinran bought a box of tassel rouge that was extremely popular on and off the mountain in a shop, and at the instigation of Zhuo Yuming, he immediately applied it to his face. The proprietress of the rouge shop is also a delicate one, seeing that the woman in the plain skirt is stunning but obviously the makeup technique is extremely rusty, she enthusiastically helps to guide at the moment. After applying it to her, I also painted an additional five-colored petal on the center of her eyebrows, and then pasted a gold leaf flower on it to hang on it.

After some makeup, the original face with a beautiful face is a little more noble and gorgeous, giving birth to a bewitching temperament that is completely different from usual.

Zhuo Yuming, who was amazed and couldn't move his gaze, only felt that he had read too little, and in the face of the beautiful woman in front of him, he couldn't think of other gorgeous words to describe it except for the sentence "very good-looking".

"Is it pretty?"

Shu Jinran, who has never been powdered, and Shu Jinran, who shows no makeup, is also a little awkward to herself in the bronze mirror. Although the woman's face in the mirror is extremely beautiful, it is far from normal after all, turning his head to look at Zhuo Yuming, who was waiting on the side, and asked, his expression twisted.

The man in white, who was a little stunned, just nodded emphatically, and only squeezed out the word "good-looking" from his mouth with great effort.

The proprietress who was gently shaking the Luo fan on the side looked at the clumsy appearance of the young couple, who were obviously new to the situation, and couldn't help but smile.

After coming out of the rouge shop, the two stopped staying in the city and left the city directly.

After the two left, I don't know which well-informed person spread the news that Zhao Yan, the son of the prince, was thrown down the Xiangqin River yesterday and plunged into the mud at the bottom of the river. For a while, there was a lot of discussion in the major tea shops and restaurants, and this little prince, who has always been flying and domineering, instantly became the man of the hour in the entire Jinling City.

Many ordinary businessmen and merchants are clapping their hands to celebrate, and they are very happy.

As for the person concerned, the little prince who had leaped several miles away and was nailed to the bottom of the lake like an iron pestle was lying on the bed with scars at this time.

Fortunately, with the blessing of his ancestors, although his head was severely injured, he finally saved his life. As for whether he will become a demented madman in the future, we have to wait for him to wake up before we can say for sure.

Prince Zhao Chi, who learned the truth from his subordinates and was sternly admonished by Lei Song, naturally did not dare to trouble the immortal couple. Not to mention the question of whether the other party's cultivation is high, he is now at the critical moment of conspiring with Kaiyuan Sect, even if his son dies, he can't make a branch at this juncture. Zhao Chi, who was angry and distressed in his heart, could only scold the servants fiercely, as for the baby son lying on the bed, in addition to being angry, what else could he say, how could he also be his own heart.

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It is said that after leaving Jinling City, on a sunny afternoon, a pair of young people were walking in a maple forest, and they were suddenly attracted by a strong smell of meat.

"This is the taste of the mountain goose, I have eaten it once, and the image is very deep. ”

twitched the upturned Qiong nose, and Shu Jinran immediately came to a conclusion.

"Is it famous?"

Zhuo Yuming had heard of this name for the first time, so he couldn't help but ask curiously.

"Yes, Guishan goose is also a famous delicacy in our Qixia Prefecture, the meat is tender and delicious. The Guishan goose is actually a spirit animal, and it is extremely fast, which is not easy to catch. ”

Shu Jinran explained while tracing the source of the fragrance.

The two of them shuttled through the maple forest, and after three or two turns, they came to a stream.

A thin and short figure was squatting by the stream, with a fire burning in front of him, holding a pile of meat in his hand and bowing his head to deal with it, eating with his mouth full of oil.

The old man, with sparse gray hair and shabby clothes, raised his eyes and glanced at it, without saying a word, and continued to bow his head to concentrate on dealing with the wild goose in his hand.

Zhuo Yuming smiled slightly, took out a wine jug from his arms, and threw it far away.

"Sir, isn't it a great pity in life to have meat and no wine. However, the younger generation is very strong, and the old gentleman has to do what he can. ”

The old man did not raise his head, but leaned out with one hand and took the flask.

"Hmph, there are still spirits in the world that need the old man to do what I can? The boy is not very old, and his tone is not small. ”