Zhao Zhijing returned the sword to the sheath, turned around and saluted Hong Qigong: "Thank you Qigong for your advice, so that Zhijing has a slightly different understanding of his martial arts!" After that, Zhao Zhijing bowed to Hong Qigong again.

Hong Qigong, who was worshiped by Zhao Zhijing, laughed and said: "The old flower has nothing to help you, this discussion is a discussion, there is no need to be so polite." If you really want to thank me, you can have a few drinks with your hometown!" Unplugged with one hand, took a big sip, and threw it away.

Zhao Zhijing caught the wine gourd thrown by Hong Qigong, which was opened and stuffed from the gourd, and not a drop of wine spilled in the air. Zhao Zhijing put his nose to the mouth of the gourd, and suddenly a burst of wine fragrance came to his nose. Smelling the fragrance of this wine, Zhao Zhijing only felt that saliva suddenly gushed out of his mouth like a flood, and he couldn't help but take a big sip.

After slowly tasting the good wine in his mouth, Zhao Zhijing shouted again and again: "Good wine, good wine!" Hearing Zhao Zhijing's admiration, Hong Qigong's face showed a smug smile. This master in the rivers and lakes has only had good food in his life, even if others praise his martial arts, he doesn't praise his good wine, and he is happy.

Hong Qigong took the gourd returned by Zhao Zhijing, took a sip and said: "At this time, the good wine that has been treasured for many years is the imperial wine in the palace.

Zhao Zhijing listened and said: "Then today is a blessed boy, to be able to drink this wine with his predecessors!" After that, the two looked at each other and let out a burst of laughter.

Guo Jing and Huang Rong, who were not far away, saw that Zhao Zhijing and Hong Qigong had stopped discussing at this time, so the two of them walked towards the pine tree where Zhao Zhijing and Hong Qigong were. The two people who came to Zhao Zhijing and Hong Qigong's side became a little silent at this time, even if it was a naughty and lovely Huang Rong, she just looked at Zhao Zhijing and Hong Qigong who were drinking at this time and didn't say anything.

Seeing that the sky was about to set at this time, only the afterglow of the Dao Dao was still shining on the sun in this world, Zhao Zhijing's eyes crossed a trace of reluctance. In the past few days, Zhao Zhijing has competed with Hong Qigong in martial arts, and it can be said that he has found a Taoist companion on his own road, and climbed on the road of martial arts together, and walked to the peak of martial arts.

But there is a banquet in the world, and today is the time to separate, Zhao Zhijing's heart still flashed a trace of reluctance, but when he thought of his goal, the reluctance in his eyes was reined, and the look of the pursuit of martial arts and the yearning for the peak of martial arts appeared in his eyes.

Restraining the emotions in his heart, Zhao Zhijing's eyes became like a deep pool, containing wisdom and reason, restoring Zhao Zhijing's own plainness and etherealness.

Hong Qigong, who was beside Zhao Zhijing, saw Zhao Zhijing quickly restrain his emotions at this time, and a trace of reminiscence crossed his face, his former self was just like him, although he was reluctant to separate, but he still had a decision to pursue his goal, and at this time he only had memories of the past and a love for food.

Zhao Zhijing returned the wine gourd in his hand to Hong Qigong, stood up, and restored the fluttering fairy spirit of the white clothes that belonged to him. Facing the three people in the forest: "There is no banquet in the world, Zhijing is here to say goodbye, and see you in the rivers and lakes in the future!"

At this time, Zhao Zhijing was sprinkled with golden sunlight all over his body, stretching his shadow long, and he was fluttering in a white robe, like a rich son, and like a fairy who saw through the world and came from the sky.

Hong Qigong and the three of them looked at Zhao Zhijing who was far away, and they had different thoughts in their hearts. A trace of remembrance crossed Hong Qigong's eyes, in the former Huashan sword, he and the other three lost to Wang Chongyang, the founding patriarch of the Quanzhen Sect, although the five of them were called the five uniques, but he and the other three knew that Wang Chongyang was far beyond them.

At this time, Hong Qigong couldn't help but sigh in his heart: "This little bull's nose of the Quanzhen Sect really has a bit of the demeanor of Wang Chongyang's old bull's nose, I think the near future will be the time for this person to be at the top with a sword!"

Guo Jing, who was on the side, looked at Zhao Zhijing who was far away at this time, a strong yearning flashed in his eyes, and he couldn't help but think in his heart: "I don't know when I will have such martial arts, if I have such a cultivation, I think the masters will be proud of themselves!"

If Zhao Zhijing at this time knew that his own competition made Guo Jing more determined to practice martial arts, I don't know how he would feel, he would just smile slightly when he thought about it, and put this matter behind!

And Huang Rong, who was the smartest and most clever of the three, Zhao Zhijing, who was leaving with his eyes swept away at this time, did not have the slightest change on his face. Then he looked at the Ai Lang beside him again, and his thoughts were all on Guo Jing's body at this time, and he thought in his heart: "If Brother Jing also has the same cultivation as Brother Zhao, if you think about it, your father will not obstruct her marriage with Brother Jing!"

It wasn't until Zhao Zhijing's back disappeared into the forest that Hong Qigong and Guo Jing turned around and walked towards the hut in the forest.

Huang Rong, who was walking in the forest, showed a thoughtful look on her face, and then stared at Hong Qigong with wide eyes for a while. Hong Qigong felt a little unnatural before he said: "Qigong, you fought with Brother Zhao, did you win?"

After listening to Huang Rong's words, Hong Qigong swept his eyes at the sun that was about to set in the sky, and nodded at Huang Rong and Guo Jing, who were full of curiosity at this time, and when both of them thought that Hong Qigong had won this battle, Hong Qigong shook his head again.

Seeing that Huang Rong was still asking, Hong Qigong, who took off the gourd on his waist and took another sip, quickened his pace and walked towards the hut.

At this time, Zhao Zhijing, who was far away, glanced at a palm print on his white robe, which was left on his clothes by Hong Qigong with the last blow during the fight. And Zhao Zhijing, who saw this palm print, did not have the slightest disappointment on his face, because the last sword, Zhao Zhijing's Purple Emperor Sword, slid the robe on Hong Qigong's chest out of a small opening!

The two of them seem to be on par with each other in this discussion for the purpose of discussing the Tao, but who is more prosperous and who can say clearly, thinking about it, only they themselves will know the real result.