In the early morning of the next day, the morning sun shone on the ground through the window, Ye Zhiqiu woke up suddenly, casually withdrew the sleepy insects inside and outside the room, yawned, and slowly sat up.

The colleagues in the compartment were still sleeping, and after Ye Zhiqiu was dressed neatly, he deliberately walked through the screen and glanced through the gap, only to see that the two of them were sleeping together, and the coat and smock were neatly folded and divided into two parts, so he lost interest.

He glanced at the corner of the wall, the fist-sized rat hole was still there, what happened last night was not a dream, so he took the secret organization of the Scattered Cultivation Alliance to heart repeatedly, but for their invitation, Ye Zhiqiu did not have much interest for the time being.

After walking out of the room, Ye Zhiqiu found that there were a lot of people who got up early, in addition to the servants and cooks of the manor who were preparing breakfast, and the sergeants in the Liu family's army.

The armoured soldiers were inspecting the horse-drawn two-wheeled carts, and the horsemen were drawing water and feeding their mounts, and wiping their skin with hay to make sure that the horses' bodies were alive.

Ye Zhiqiu heard the sound of a heavy object in the courtyard next door, and it hit his heart with a muffled sound, and the sound kept coming, and he couldn't help but be a little curious.

"I remember, next door is the courtyard of Xuande Gong, Guan Yu and Zhang Fei are also there, it can't be one of them practicing!"

His legs were pushed by curiosity, and before he knew it, Ye Zhiqiu walked over.

In the courtyard, an eight-foot-tall Angzang man was moving his body, his beard was flying high, and the cold electricity in his eyes was hidden.

The courtyard was full of gas machines, and as soon as Ye Zhiqiu stepped in, Guan Yu found out, and glanced at it out of the corner of his eye, and found that it was Ye Zhiqiu, the "clerk" who had just entered the big tent, so he didn't pay attention to it.

Suddenly, Guan Yu remembered that this person had slashed the evil demon, and suddenly became interested.

Ye Zhiqiu saw the second master put away his fists and feet, looked sideways, and nodded slightly, which was a silent invitation.

Ye Zhiqiu immediately understood, walked over, used his palm as a knife, and made a gesture that was not indiscriminate.

"Twin blades?"

Guan Yu was happy to see the hunt, and he also went into battle empty-handed, he was tall and had long arms, even if he didn't use his left hand, he was more than a foot more than Ye Zhiqiu.

"Palm edge knife!"

Ye Zhiqiu's luck was full of palms, and he slashed down towards the grape trellis in the courtyard, and the wooden stalls that were inches square were suddenly cut off neatly, with smooth sections and very few burrs.

When Guan Yu saw this scene, Danfeng's eyes narrowed slightly, and he nodded lightly to express approval and affirmation.

"The palm is good, you can attack it!"

Ye Zhiqiu bowed his hand and didn't say much, his left foot took a step forward, leaned forward, and slashed with his right hand, startling the wind.

Guan Yu's eyes lit up, obviously interested in this move, with the palm edge knife just now, the power must be unusual, but instead of retreating, he stepped forward and cut in, his left hand poked forward, and it was placed right at the landing point of Ye Zhiqiu's right elbow.

With just a little force, Ye Zhiqiu slashed hard, and before the power was completely released, the move was old, and it was easily disintegrated by Guan Yu.

Ye Zhiqiu tried several more directions, using different knife techniques, but they were all intercepted by Guan Yu, who had long hands and feet.

Feeling controlled everywhere and making people feel depressed, Ye Zhiqiu consumed a lot, and they all began to panting.

Guan Yu, who was a head taller, turned his back to the sun, and looked particularly burly in Ye Zhiqiu's eyes, not only because of the difference in height and volume, but also in terms of martial arts cultivation.

Ye Zhiqiu took a deep breath and slowly calmed down his impatient mood: "Second Brother Guan's current realm, I estimate that he is a grandmaster who is a thousand. A few years ago, he was only the leader of the rangers with ten enemies, and he experienced a series of battles with Liu Bei and Zhang Fei in the Yellow Turban Rebellion, and he was promoted to such a point, so Lu Bulu Fengxian in front of the Tiger Prison Pass needed Sanying to join forces to be the enemy, should he be a martial saint, right?"

In the battle between Ye Zhiqiu and the Five Ghost Daoists, in the realm of illusion and virtual reality, with the blessing of two gods and one ghost, he experienced the realm of the Martial Saint in advance, and easily defeated the enemy, and knew very well that the Martial Saint Lu Bu would be very terrifying, with the Red Rabbit Horse and Fang Tian's Halberd, he was not stingy to be the king of the battlefield, and the ghosts and gods in the present world.

"Second Brother Guan's martial arts are world-famous, and he is willing to bow to the wind. ”

Guan Yu saw a lot of unfamiliar swordsmanship in the contest just now, and he was on the rise, and he wanted to play another 300 rounds to have a good time, but unexpectedly, the eye-catching "paperwork" thought that he was invincible, and took the initiative to stop without fighting, and he felt terrible.

However, Guan Yu was very aware of the difference in strength between the two sides, and he couldn't close the distance by making his own moves, so he nodded helplessly and agreed.

After Ye Zhiqiu turned around and left, rubbing his arms as he walked, moving his bruised muscles, and his figure disappeared into the corner of the courtyard, Guan Yu retracted his gaze and looked sideways at the door of the wing room behind him.

The two looked at each other and smiled, tacitly agreed not to speak, and the servants immediately brought washing utensils and began to work on the stone table in the courtyard.

Breakfast is simple but not unyielding, there are dozens of boiled eggs in a pot alone, not to mention a bowl full of wheat porridge.

The sea bowl in the north, in the capital Luoyang, is called a basin again!

After Ye Zhiqiu returned to his yard, he used the "Qi Therapy" he had comprehended to get rid of the bruises, swelling and pain on his hands.

Anyway, Second Brother Guan kept his hand, and he specialized in defending and not attacking, but Ye Zhiqiu used eight points of strength every time he shot, and his strength and backlash hurt his body, so he just gritted his teeth and held back silently.

It is this attitude, as well as knowing how to advance and retreat, and not being stubborn, that won Guan Yu's recognition and affirmation.

Ye Zhiqiu and Guan Yu can be said to be the same kind of people, and they have a lot in common in terms of personality, otherwise there would not be this meeting of friends with martial arts, and there would not be such a pure exchange.

After breakfast, Liu Jiajun set off again as a team, all the way west to Luoyang, due to the war, the post road was very badly damaged, and the pavilion system almost collapsed.

Ye Zhiqiu saw that the traces left by the Yellow Turban Rebellion had not been eliminated, and he sighed in his heart.

The Yellow Turban Army's harm to the Han Empire, especially the sins of the common people, cut down the foundation of the empire, and led to the early arrival of twilight. Not to mention the great loss of the prestige of the Han family, resulting in the decentralization of power and the cultivation of warlords who are divided from facts, countless ambitious people are eyeing this, and it depends on the situation of chaos in the world.

"Xing, the people are bitter. died, and the people suffered even more. The sins of the Yellow Turban Army will be liquidated sooner or later. I'm convinced!"

Liu Jiajun traveled all the way west through the state and county, and Ye Zhiqiu saw many broken walls on the way, white bones were exposed in the wild, and there was no rooster crowing in the village, and he sighed in his heart.

The others were all in and out of the sea of corpses and blood, and without Ye Zhiqiu's sentimentality, they would have learned to turn a blind eye a long time ago, and there was no superfluous emotion in their hearts.

Ten days later, Liu Jiajun arrived at the boundary of Luoyang, and seeing that it was getting late, he settled in a sparsely populated village.

Naturally, there is a special person in charge of the official negotiations, Ye Zhiqiu just entered the big tent of Xuande Gong, and he was not assigned this kind of position, but ended up idle.

Quietly thinking, he walked freely around the village, and when he passed by a deserted mansion, he keenly smelled a faint demonic aura.

"There are monsters! It's really the death of the country, there are monsters hiding in the Gyeonggi territory, whether it's an old object that has become a demon for a long time, or a city fox society rat that has become a spirit, I want to find out what is going on here. ”

Ye Zhiqiu relied on himself to be a left-handed person, and he was bold, so he walked into the abandoned mansion and found that the demonic spirit had become thicker and thicker, but he was not surprised or happy in his heart.

Under the west window, words came abruptly, and the voice was crisp and pleasant, tickling the roots of ordinary people's ears.

It's a pity that Ye Zhiqiu is not an ordinary person, and he has even cleaned up the transformed Qingqiu fox demon, let alone hiding his head and showing his tail, pretending to be a profound monster.

With his hands clasped together and rubbed hard, the pale fox fire jumped up in a trance, Ye Zhiqiu grabbed a ball with his right hand and threw it towards the west window of the abandoned house.

The fox fire that specializes in destroying demons and ghosts suddenly burned, without damaging the earth and stone walls, nor burning the windows pasted with mulberry paper, but just using the demon qi as fuel, constantly squeezing the monsters that had just been troubled.

Ye Zhiqiu heard that the annoying sound disappeared instantly, so he walked to the west window of the abandoned house, and saw the burning fox fire turned into the size of a palm in a blink of an eye, stopped in the corner of the wall and swayed in the wind, and immediately understood.

"You haven't shown up yet, are you waiting for me to invite you out?"

It's a pity that the fox fire arranged by Ye Zhiqiu was extremely harmful to the monsters who didn't transform into shapes, and he didn't respond to even asking three times, so he took matters into his own hands impatiently.

Digging down in the place where the fox fire was burning, but it was only a little deep, and the short dagger with him touched a hard object, Ye Zhiqiu was overjoyed when he saw this, pushed off the floating soil around him, and finally saw the original shape of the monster clearly.

A wine jar that hides gold, silver and jewelry, usually a large family in order to avoid the war and save the means of family wealth, will not take away the soft search for a place to hide, did not expect the whole family to die in the war, has not been discovered, I don't know why it turned into a demon, and even began to make trouble.

"It's cheaper for me now, and I have gained so much before I enter Beijing, it's really good luck!"