In the middle of Ziyuan Street in Shiyin Town, there is a mansion.

There were several cars and horses parked in front of the house, and a middle-aged man in a silver and green official robe stepped out of the carriage. The appearance of the middle-aged man is very elegant, giving people a gentle feeling.

In a small courtyard in the house, there are several begonia flowers. There is a small stone table in front of the begonia flower, and Zhao Yishan is holding a small cup. Zhao Yishan was wearing only a shirt and sat in the courtyard.

In the cup is tea leaves, which are unique to the mountains where the Northwest Chaoyun Temple is located. This tea was paid as a tribute to the palace in the central capital, and the Ninety-Five Emperor praised this tea a lot, and even said it.

"No dust and fog do not cover your eyes, Chaoyun tea is fragrant all over the world" words. The Emperor Daxuan named this tea "Listening Tea".

Zhao Yishan brought the cup to his mouth and took a sip gently, the mellow aroma of tea slid over his tongue with the flowing water, falling from the place where his throat met his tongue.

When the tea was in his stomach, sweat oozed from Zhao Yishan's forehead, arms, and back. The sweat slowly flowed down, and after accumulating more and more, it was clear that there were some black impurities in the water.

Zhao Yishan muttered to himself and said, "This Chaoyunguan's 'Listening Tea' is extraordinary, and it actually has a bit of the effect of washing the essence and cutting the essence. It's just that I'm already in the realm of Xiaowu Seven Grades, and this thing doesn't help me much. ”

Zhao Yishan is right, although this listening tea has the effect of washing the essence and cutting the marrow, but Zhao Yishan is already a master of the Xiaowu Seven Grades realm, and there are very few impurities in the meridians in his body, so it has no effect. There is a magical exercise in the world's rivers and lakes, which can help people wash their essence and cut the essence. This exercise is called "Washing the Marrow Sutra" and is collected in the Shaolin Temple in the Central Plains.

At this time, a scholar in a small blue coat ran in from outside the courtyard. This scholar's name is Qinglan, and he has been by Zhao Yishan's side for more than 20 years.

The scholar gasped and couldn't speak for a moment. When Zhao Yishan saw him like this, he was also a little strange in his heart, and hurriedly said, "Xiaolan, why are you in such a hurry, what's wrong?"

The scholar pointed his finger outward, his arm still shaking slightly, and when he fixed his body, he said, "Young master...... Young Master, Master Zhu is here. ”

Before Zhao Yishan could react, he slowly put the teacup in his hand back on the table and asked, "Which Lord Zhu?"

Qing Lan was already relieved, but her voice was still very urgent, "It's Zhu Yi, Lord Zhu!"

Zhao Yishan, who had been calm at this time, finally changed his face and said, "Why is he here." ”

Who is Zhu Yi? Now the pillars above the Daxuan Temple. This Lord Zhu is only forty years old now, and he has already become a pavilion priest of the Great Xuan Linyuan Pavilion. The people in this Linyuan Pavilion have no actual official position, all because this Linyuan Pavilion was set up by the emperor of Daxuan himself. But all the officials who entered the Linyuan Pavilion had no doubt about their status in the temple and ordinary prime ministers.

Standing in such a high position, it can be said that one person is below and above ten thousand. How could Zhu Yi come to such a border town?

Zhao Yishan hurriedly ordered Qinglan, "You go and prepare clothes and hot soup for me, I want to take a bath and see that adult again." ”

Qinglan said, "Good young master, it's just that the adult has already arrived in front of the hall, this ......"

Zhao Yishan said, "It's okay, you said that I went out and sent someone to look for it." ”

"Yes. ”

Zhu Yi and his entourage had already walked into the front hall under the guidance of the butler of the Zhao Mansion.

The butler said, "Sir, please be seated." ”

Zhu Yi sat down, and there was another person who came to this town with him this time. This person is his bodyguard, Yuan Fang.

Yuan Fang is a practitioner who takes the route of "ordinary martial arts", and today's cultivation is the realm of Xiaowu Yipin.

Let's say that although there are many divisions of the realm in the world, the real combat strength has little to do with the realm. If combat effectiveness is compared to a water hole, and the realm is compared to a bucket of water. The outlet hole is variable, whereas the bucket is immutable. Therefore, a person with a low realm can also fight with a person with a high realm in a short period of time. It's just that after a long time, there is no doubt that it will be defeated. In addition, if a person in the high realm wants to defeat a person in the lower realm, he can also go all out, and in this way, the water outlet hole is enlarged a lot, so that he can also defeat the opponent in a short time. The reason why Hu Zihao, who was in the realm of the fourth rank of Dawu, had been fighting with the realm of the great martial arts for so long was because he had been hiding the realm, and secondly, for that situation, if he won and killed them all, he would not be able to get off the stage. And the people of the Naxi Jianghu Scattered Cultivators or Sects will also find trouble with him. Although the realm of the three grades of Dawu under the world is only the number of hands, there are still some half-step mountain top realms. For example, the previous Xiao Wu Yipin's Nalan Su, although her realm is not high, but her exercise "Thirty-six Roads Su Nu Flying Fairy Sword" is a technique passed down by the Qing Emperor, so that the best sword in her hand has the ability to cross the realm and defeat the enemy.

Therefore, although this Yuan Fang is only a small martial arts first-rank realm, his combat power is far superior to the ordinary Dawu eight-rank realm, and can even be compared with the Great Martial Seven-rank realm. Because Guo Yang, the general of the Great Xuan Xiao Leopard Guard, is a good friend of Yuan Fang. When Guo Yang regretted that he was in Zhongdu, he often competed with Yuan Fang, and his realm was the seven grades of great martial arts. But Guo Yang regretted fighting Yuan Fang thirty times, he won sixteen times, and Yuan Fang won fourteen times. It can be seen that in the ranks of people who are really capable, it is biased to distinguish their martial arts.

Seeing Zhu Yi sit down, although the housekeeper didn't know Zhu Yi's detailed identity, judging from the big Xuanguan robe that Zhu Yi was wearing, he also knew that the middle-aged man in front of him was not an ordinary person.

The housekeeper asked very gently, "Sir, do you want tea, my young master just received tea from the old man a few days ago." The young master said that all distinguished guests were deliberately taken out to entertain. ”

Zhu Yi looked at Yuan Fang, the two looked at each other and smiled, and said, "I'm just a mountain village wild man, how can I be regarded as a distinguished guest." ”

The housekeeper also understood that Zhu Yi was a humble word, and was about to speak.

A voice came from the back of the hall, "If Uncle Zhu is a mountain village no, then where do you let your nephew's face go, maybe you have to dig a pit and bury your face." ”

After a while, a young man dressed in a brocade robe walked out of the side door.

The person who came was Zhao Yishan. Although Qinglan had prepared the hot soup for him, Zhao Yishan didn't have the heart to take a bath slowly, just took care of it in a hurry, and came to the hall. I just heard Zhu Yi's words.

Zhao Yishan walked in front of Zhu Yi, made a very respectful salute that only the juniors did to the elders, and said, "Yishan has seen Uncle Zhu. ”

Zhu Yi waved his hand, "You are really getting more and more stylish, I don't know how many little girls will be hooked by you in the future." ”

Zhu Yi's words are not fake, Zhao Yishan's appearance is also excellent among women. Second, an official of Zhu Yi's status did not lie about such words.

Zhao Yishan said, "Uncle Zhu praised it falsely. ”

Yuan Fang chuckled and said, "Little Brother Zhu, don't be presumptuous. You know that Lord Zhu's beloved daughter has admired you for a long time. ”

Hearing this, Zhao Yishan only felt that one of his brains was bigger than two, and he couldn't turn a corner for a while.

Zhu Yi smiled, "Don't panic. Today, we won't talk about Yuan'er. ”

Hearing Zhu Yi say this, Zhao Yishan eased his mind. As soon as he thought of the woman, goosebumps came up all over his body. Zhu Yuan, the daughter of Zhu Yi. Zhu Yi himself can be regarded as good-looking, and his daughter Zhu Yuan will naturally not be far behind. When Zhao Yishan and Zhu Yuan were still in their respective mother's wombs, the two families decided to kiss each other.

Zhao Yishan is a little rebellious by nature, where can he stand letting his parents guide him to his life's events. Fortunately, the ancestor of the Zhao family loved Zhao Yishan very much, and under his mediation, Zhao Yishan came to the northwest. First, it was to find the thing for the family, and second, it was to stay away from the woman. In his Zhao Yishan's opinion, the most important thing for a man is to pursue the avenue? Of course, although Zhao Yishan knows this truth, he really has no interest in women now. for he himself was far more beautiful than those women.

Seeing that Zhao Yishan didn't react, Zhu Yi said, "Let's not talk about business first, why don't you drink tea first?"

Zhao Yishan hurriedly nodded and said, "Okay, okay." ”

He turned around, beckoned to Qing Lan, who was waiting on the side, and said, "Qing Lan, go and serve a good pot of tea to Lord Zhu, remember to use the one sent to Yunguan a few days ago." ”

Zhu Yi heard this and said, "What's the matter, it turns out that Zhao Xian's nephew also has dealings with Chaoyunguan, the Taoist sect in the northwest?"

Zhao Yishan said, "The ancestor and the three hearts of the master of Chaoyunguan once had a deep friendship, and a few days ago Chaoyunguan sent tea, which was the emperor's lightly sealed listening tea. ”

"Oh?", Zhu Yi listened to Zhao Yishan's words, looked at Zhao Yishan with interest, a strange smile rose at the corner of his mouth, and asked, "So, Zhao Xian's nephew, do you drink that listening tea?"

Zhao Yishan said, "Yes. ”

Zhao Yishan actually understood the meaning of this Zhu Yi. Let's say that this tea is something that the emperor personally sealed, and without the emperor's reward, he drank this tea, which is really a crime of defrauding the king.

However, this kind of thing can be regarded as a sideline, and it can't be put on the table. Who knows if you have drunk it or not?

Zhu Yi said, "It's okay, it's okay, the emperor and his old man have drunk so much tea, and they are tired of drinking, and the virtuous nephew can also drink it." ”

Zhao Yishan's pupils shrank, and he hurriedly said, "Uncle Zhu is serious, this tea is naturally to be honored to Uncle Zhu." ”

At this time, Qinglan walked up with the food table.

There was a pot of tea and three small cups on the dining table.

Qinglan poured tea for the three of them one by one.

Zhu Yi picked up the cup, played with it carefully, and said, "This cup is made of Huizhou's finest purple mud, and this purple mud is only available in Huizhou Zichi." ”

Zhao Yishan said, "Uncle Zhu really has good eyesight. It seems that there is nothing in the world that can escape Uncle Zhu's eyes. ”

Zhu Yi smiled and said, "Don't kill the old man." There are too many things that the old man in the world can't see. For example, now, the old man's feet are really chaotic. ”

When Zhao Yishan heard this, he was shocked in his heart, he couldn't even hold the cup in his hand!

Hearing only a "pop", the cup left Zhao Yishan's palm, fell to the ground, and shattered in half.

Zhu Yi looked at the cup that was broken into several pieces and said, "The virtuous nephew has been in poor health recently, and he is tired, so why can't he even hold a cup." This is a good purple clay cup, if it falls in vain like this, the old man will feel pain. ”

Suddenly, Zhu Yi said, "Nephew Zhao Xian, let's make it clear first, this cup was dropped by yourself, and it has nothing to do with the old man." Don't let the old man pay you for this cup. First, the old man can't afford to pay, and second, the old man doesn't want to pay. ”

Zhao Yishan hurriedly said, "It's nothing, this cup will fall if it falls." If Uncle Zhu likes it, these two purple mud cups will be given to Uncle Zhu. ”

"Good. ”

Zhu Yi's next move made Zhao Yishan dumbfounded. Even Yuan Fang, who was standing on the side and getting along with him day and night, didn't expect that Zhu Yi would do this!

I saw Zhu Yi pick up the two small purple clay cups from the food table.

He grabbed the cup and shook it slightly, shaking all the tea in the cup to the ground.

In the astonished eyes of everyone, Zhu Yi took the two purple clay cups into his arms.

Zhao Yishan said, "Uncle Zhu, this ......"

Zhu Yi laughed and hurriedly said, "Since Zhao Xian's nephew is gracious, then the old man will never be disrespectful." ”

Zhao Yishan smiled and said, "Okay, good." ”

At this time, Yuan Fang also understood what Zhu Yi meant, and praised in his heart, the adult is really a god and a man.

Let's say that Zhao Yishan asked Qinglan to serve this listening tea to the two of them, if the two of them drank it, wouldn't it be the same as Zhao Yishan? Although in private, it is harmless and can be prevented, but it is better to avoid it. So Zhu Yi brought Zhao Yishan into the middle of the court.

As for why Zhao Yishan's cup was broken before, it was all because he had something strange in his heart.

Zhu Yi only knocked on the mountain and shook the tiger slightly, and Zhao Yishan showed his feet.

At this time, Zhao Yishan deeply realized the horror of the middle-aged man in front of him.

Let's say that he understands in his heart that Zhu Yi doesn't know any martial arts, not even Xiaowu Jiupin. But what Zhu Yihui will do is something more terrifying than martial arts - mastering people's hearts.

Between Zhu Yi's words, he can point directly to people's hearts.

Zhao Yishan really couldn't hide it, and hurriedly asked, "Uncle Zhu is here in the northwest, but it's for business?"

Zhu Yi laughed, "Zhao Xian's nephew is very concerned about the old man." In fact, the old man did not come to the northwest for official business, nor for private affairs. ”

Zhao Yishan secretly scolded the old fox, with a respectful smile on his face, and asked, "Then Uncle Zhu is here to play?"

Zhu Yi nodded, with a look of remembrance in his eyes, and said, "It can also be said that the last time the old man came to the northwest was twenty years ago, and this time it should be regarded as a revisit." ”

Let's say that twenty years ago, the very young Zhu Yi joined the army when he was in the Northwest Shenlong Army Branch. He followed a group of officers and soldiers into a valley.

He waved his hand to stop the officers and soldiers and wait for him outside the valley.

He knew that there were two of them in this valley. One is Zhang Zitang, who has been very famous in Huizhou in recent years, and the other is his friend - "Song Qingyuan".

Zhu Yi stood outside the valley for a long time, a trace of determination flashed on his face, and he finally walked in.

When Zhu Yi came to the valley, there was a crooked-necked tree in the valley. It would have been standing there alone.

But now, there were two people beside it.

One in black, one in white.

The man in black was leaning against the edge of the tree with a crooked neck, while the man in white was half-crouching, supporting the black.

The man in black is Song Qingyuan, and the man in white is Zhang Zitang.

When Zhang Zitang saw Zhu Yilai, his eyes were full of blood red, and he was so resentful, "Dog officer, you are really despicable and shameless. ”

Zhang Zitang's chest was filled with indignation, and he said, "You first let the second-rate sect of the West Gate consume us first, and then design to let Brother Song fight with the twenty masters of the Northwest Jianghu, it's really vicious." ”

Zhang Zitang groaned, "Qingzhu, the sword is coming!"

This "sword coming" fell, and I saw a blue-green flying sword flying out of the bustling forest.

Zhang Zitang stepped lightly on the ground, his body flew into the air, and a sword stabbed at Zhu Yi.

Just when the three-foot Qingfeng was about to stab Zhu Yi, a weak cry came from behind Zhang Zitang.

"Zitang, stop. ”

Zhang Zitang turned around and hurriedly ran to Song Qingyuan's side.

Previously, Song Qingyuan was seriously injured and fell into a coma. It happened that when he woke up, he saw Zhang Zitang making a move on Zhu Yi.

"Big brother, this dog official wants to kill you, and I will kill him to avenge you. There is also the group of officers and soldiers outside, if they come to one, I will kill one, and if they come two, I will kill a pair. ”

Zhang Zitang was covered in blood, and his face was embedded with a pair of blood-red eyes.

Song Qingyuan waved his hand and said, "Zitang, don't be impulsive. I can't fight them in the realm of the four grades of the Great Martial Arts, don't be stupid. ”

Song Qingyuan said that the voice behind him became softer and softer, and Zhang Zitang, an innocent swordsman who used to only have a sword in his heart, had tears oozing from his eyes.

Suddenly, Zhang Zitang sat up, and the seal in his hand was a little closer to his eyebrows.

I only heard that in the valley, there was a faint phoenix chirping and a dragon singing, and I saw a colorful glow falling in the western sky.

Back to light.

In just a few breaths, a ruddy color appeared on Song Qingyuan's originally pale face.

It's a sickly ruddy color.

Not to mention that after entering the half-step mountain peak realm, the martial artist can trigger the heaven and earth qi.

This time the light returned to the light and was brought by Song Qingyuan using his last weather as a half-step mountain peak realm.

Under the attention of Zhu Yi and Zhang Zitang, Song Qingyuan's cultivation realm began to fall.

Dawu four products, Dawu three products, all the way down to Dawu nine products.

Today's Song Qingyuan is no longer the devil who terrifies the northwest rivers and lakes, but an ordinary person. Degree of literature