This was just right, everyone held back their laughter, Xie Jun and he couldn't say why: "Don't talk nonsense, which bastard will you be if you are not Chu Tiankuo?!"

"Hey, this is interesting!" the old man became more and more energetic, "Chu Tiankuo, this heinous bastard, dare to call himself the swordsman of the Chu family, he should be scolded!"

Xie Junhe said unrelentingly: "If you are not Chu Tiankuo, why do the people who chased and killed you call you that?"

"Hunt down, hehe...... Interesting, funny! Is there such an idler in the world who would hunt down my bad old man?"

"And who are you?"

"No name, no surname, no roots and no dust, a fisherman who goes with the flow. ”

Xie Junhe was almost not angry with him.

"If there is a teacher, there must be an apprentice!" Yan Hong patted Xie Junhe's shoulder, in exchange for Xie Junhe's slanted eye.

Xie Junhe thought that although he himself was sometimes a scoundrel, he would not pretend to be crazy and stupid to the point of being stupid: "This has just killed corpses all over the place, and Mo Yang also said that Jiang Shaoyun is waiting for us two miles away." You love to drink and go crazy and you go crazy alone! I don't play anymore, I don't care what your name is, can't I go?"

Everyone looked at each other, indeed, the scorched earth of the Song family's fire ground was really not a good place to chat. So Xie Jun and the leader went with him.

Before he took twenty steps, a lazy voice behind him immediately sounded: "You don't have to go to Duanjiazhai, Duan Tingyuan's boat is already waiting for you by the long river, go north, turn over the mountain, and you will definitely be able to see his boat." ”

"The senior has already sent a letter to Duan Tingyuan?" Wang Hong was surprised.

"Oh, why am I again? Didn't you say I didn't do anything?" the old man continued to play his faceless posture, and smirked. "Oh, there is a guy named Chu Tiankuo, in the name of the head of Chu, who brought news to Duan Shiyu. He said that Duan Tingyuan may not be willing to make a move for Chu Tao, but he must be willing to take action for his daughter. ”

"Seniors aren't with us?" Leng Fengyi, who didn't know what to do, asked back.

"Don't make any noise, don't make noise, you go yours, I'll sleep with mine!" the old man raised his hand, closed his eyes, and fell asleep leaning against the tree.

Xie Junhe, who had already walked out of a section, turned back and exchanged glances with Wang Hong, and hugged his fists in the direction of the old man.

But behind the tree, there was only a snoring sound that the pawns couldn't bear to hear, like thunder rolling in the sky.

"Why is there such a person in the world? Why did he refuse to admit it even though he had done so much?" asked Yan Hong, puzzled.

"A sad person has something to be sad about...... scholar speculated, "it's okay, since he doesn't want us to know, let's not know!"

"Who is the sad person?" Xie Junhe sneered, "I'm afraid that I have already looked down on the red dust and drunk and lying in the clouds......"

"Heh, a ruffian can also say such a thing?" Yan Hong teased him, "I don't think you can cultivate this realm in eight hundred years!"

"You don't need ......to practice when you're drunk," the scholar helped on the side. As a result, before he could laugh out loud, he was just in time for an iron fist.

In the midst of the fighting, the bushes suddenly swayed and fell silent. There seems to be an elusive human track. Xie Junhe clearly felt a trace of the aura of a martial artist, but he was not like a white-clothed holy envoy.

"Let's hurry!" Uncle Wang urged, yes, no longer delayed.

Unconsciously, the dawn has gradually dawned in the East. Night is rapidly retreating. The group walked through the dense forest, climbed the mountains to the north, and soon reached the long river.