Zhou Qingmu was grabbed by the Taoist-robed young man and flew all the way to a crowded city before he stopped.

The two of them stood on the street. Zhou Qingmu still looked at the Taoist-robed young man in front of him with a hint of confusion: "Your Excellency, what is going on?"

The young man in Taoist robes grinned and said, "My name is Yang Zhao, and I am a sword cultivator who can use fire."

"As for why those people came to hunt me down, it's because I beat up their prince."

Beat the prince?

Zhou Qingmu was quite shocked that this person could speak so calmly, and then he smiled and said, "My name is Zhou Qingmu."

Yang Zhao put his hand on Zhou Qingmu's shoulder without warning, spit out the piece of grass in his mouth, and said: "Brother, you are alone outside, where are you going?"

Zhou Qingmu didn't hide anything after hearing this. He put down Yang Zhao's hand and said, "Go to the Misty Rain South Territory."

Yang Zhao didn't mind seeing this, but after hearing the words, he patted his thigh and said, "Brother Zhou, I'm going to a place, which is roughly the same as the route in the Southern Region of Misty Rain. Why don't you be a companion on the way and go together?"

It can be considered that we are taking care of each other in this world."

Zhou Qingmu took two steps forward, pretending to think carefully, and then nodded.

It is no exaggeration to say that he, Zhou Qingmu, has never had any friends throughout his journey! His only two relatives also passed away early. Now that he has someone who is willing to accompany him for a while, Zhou Qingmu is also late.

It's just a blessing.

The two of them were walking in the city. Zhou Qingmu asked Yang Zhao: "If we walk casually like this, can't those people catch up?"

Yang Zhao just smiled calmly and said: "It doesn't matter, my fire is not that easy to break. Even if you are the prince's personal guard, I'm afraid it will take some effort to come out alive."

The two of them walked to a wine stall and sat down. Yang Zhao called out: "Little Er, come and heat up two ounces of spring mud for me!"

Seeing this, Zhou Qingmu also shouted: "Two more bowls of Yangchun noodles!"

Yang Zhao grinned and said, "Shopkeeper, put less green onion."

Within a moment, the waiter at the wine stall brought two bowls of hot Yangchun noodles and two bowls of hot wine dripping with hops.

Yang Zhao was not polite, picked up the chopsticks and took a big bite of Yangchun noodles. Obviously, this guy also loved this bite!

After a few more mouthfuls of hot noodles, Yang Zhao picked up the wine bowl, but did not see Zhou Qingmu touch the wine in front of his bowl. He stared at Zhou Qingmu with a very strange look and asked: "Brother Zhou, you don't drink."

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Zhou Qingmu raised his head and looked into the eyes of the person in front of him, shook his head and said: "Brother Yang, to be honest, I have never drunk alcohol before and I don't know how to drink."

Yang Zhao smiled when he heard this, picked up the wine bowl in front of Zhou Qingmu, handed it to Zhou Qingmu and said: "Brother Zhou, how can you walk around the world without drinking. Sometimes, you just have to have a drink to feel comfortable. This spring mud

Wine is a major feature of Kanshui Prefecture and even Tianqiandong Region, and you will definitely not be disappointed!"

Zhou Qingmu saw that it was hard to refuse, so he took the wine bowl from Yang Zhao's hand and touched it lightly with the bowl in Yang Zhao's hand.

After taking a big gulp of the wine, the young man felt that his throat was burning, and his face was also burning.

But soon the spiciness in the mouth completely disappeared, replaced by the sweetness and excitement that came from nowhere in the mouth.

So, the young man in Taoist robes and the young man in white clinked glasses one after another. This Yangchun noodles, which was originally a delicacy in the world, had a different taste when drank with spring mud and wine.

I don't know where the courage came from, but the young man felt that the taste of this bowl of wine was not enough, and for the first time he shouted: "Xiaoer, two more bowls of spring mud!"

After an unknown amount of time passed between the two of them, they exchanged glasses for drinks. They stood up at the same time and walked crookedly outside. However, they fell to the ground at the same time as soon as they stepped out of the wine stall.

"Brother Zhou, it's too uncomfortable to be called like this all the time. I'm a few years older than you. From now on, I'll call you Xiaomu. Just call me by my name."

"good......"

Under the hazy night, two young heroes who were new to the world were lying on the street outside the wine stall, muttering some trivial matter in the world.

The drunkenness and sword energy are overwhelming, only the spring mud is deep.

It is estimated that Zhou Qingmu at that time must have thought that in the small town where he lived before, a poet named Huang who was mentioned by the teacher wrote something like "Peach plums in the spring breeze and a glass of wine, and the night rain in the rivers and lakes ten years of light." At that time, Zhou Qingmu listened.

I just don’t understand it very well, and I don’t seem to be able to understand it now. But now I suddenly feel that if I have wine, I am worthy of being in the world.

There is an unwritten rule in the world of rivers and lakes. No matter whether it is an ordinary monk or a mountain god, when drinking, one will never use the true energy to resist the power of the wine. If this is the case, it will probably ruin the artistic conception and damage the spirit.

It ruined the wine.

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Early the next morning, the two men got up from the ground as soon as they regained consciousness.

Yang Zhao was relatively calm, but Zhou Qingmu was shocked by his appearance. It was hard to imagine what he had done last night.

Seeing this, Yang Zhao just smiled and said: "Xiaomu, you are still a little lacking in drinking. Yesterday, someone only drank three bowls of wine and then he fell on the table."

Zhou Qingmu felt a little indignant when he heard this. He picked up the ancient sword lying on the ground, pointed at the young man in Taoist robes in front of him and said: "Yang Zhao, don't pretend to be a good drinker. You were no better than me yesterday.

go."

After Yang Zhao heard this, he was silent for a while. Then, the two of them laughed at the same time.

After the two brothers straightened their clothes a little, they sat at the wine stall, ordered two bowls of Yangchun noodles, and ate happily.

After eating, Zhou Qingmu wiped his mouth and touched his pockets, but he couldn't figure out the reason.

After seeing this scene, Yang Zhao suddenly dropped the chopsticks in his hand and his face froze.

"You don't have any fucking money, right? After I paid for the drinks last night, you don't have a few coppers left."

Zhou Qingmu patted his head, stood up and touched it carefully.

At this time, Zhou Qingmu suddenly discovered the small brocade box on his waist.

Only then did Zhou Qingmu remember that this was what Miss Tang had given to him when she was leaving. But he was in a hurry and forgot about it.

So Zhou Qingmu opened the brocade box, and what caught his eye was the cloth bag that was quite familiar to Zhou Qingmu. Zhou Qingmu touched it, and found that it was indeed the fifty taels of silver that Tang Zijin had given the young man to protect him. After taking the cloth bag open, he was surprised to find something inside.

Pressed on a small paper drawing.

In the painting, there is a girl in green clothes looking at the boy in the pool in front of her.

Zhou Qingmu took one look at it and pretended to do it without thinking too much. After a long ideological struggle, he took out a few pieces of broken silver from the cloth bag and put them on the table.

After Yang Zhao finished eating the noodles, the two left together.

The two of them were walking on the road outside the city. Yang Zhao held his head and looked content. Zhou Qingmu did not dare to waste time. When the two of them were resting, they stood aside waving the sword in their hands and practicing the sword moves.

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And whenever this happened, the Taoist-robed young man who always liked to touch his crotch would just lean under the tree, look at the figure of the young man practicing his sword in front of him, and fall into a deep dream.

The two walked for a day, and the night gradually deepened. The two found a spacious place to rest. Zhou Qingmu went to pick some wild fruits and came back, only to see that Yang Zhao had caught a pheasant and pinned it to the ground.

Then he sat under the tree and plucked his hair.

The pheasant seemed a little dissatisfied with the guy in front of him. After Yang Zhao pulled off a hair on its buttocks, it suddenly began to flapping and stirred up a cloud of dust and chicken feathers on Yang Zhao's face. This scene attracted the attention of those who witnessed it.

Zhou Qingmu was amused throughout the whole process.

After Yang Zhao finally plucked the pheasant's feathers cleanly, Zhou Qingmu came back with some dry firewood and sat down aside. Yang Zhao ran to the stream not far away and used the knife on his waist to pluck the naked bird.

The body of the pheasant was disemboweled and cleaned for a long time.

Finally, this genius fire cultivator who once single-handedly challenged all the Lingfu Realm monks in the Imperial Capital in the Imperial Capital, winning seven out of ten battles, drew two, and lost one, actually used his own flames that frightened the enemy to burn again.

Burn the feathers of this pheasant.

After Yang Zhao confirmed that it was clean several times, he returned to Zhou Qingmu. After Zhou Qingmu placed the dry firewood, Yang Zhao just stretched out two fingers and ignited a blazing flame. Yang Zhao was not willing to do that.

It was hard work to roast the chicken over the fire, so I inserted a wooden stick and put it on the fire. I was lying on the grass on the side, holding a piece of grass I didn't know where I broke it, and humming happily. I don't know where I learned it.

Strange folk songs.

When the aroma of the roasted pheasant filled the air, Yang Zhao suddenly sat up from the ground. Not afraid that the chicken was still very hot, he tore off one of the chicken legs and put it in his mouth to gnaw.

This was naturally very easy for a talented fire cultivator like Yang Zhao, but Zhou Qingmu on the side was not so relaxed. Zhou Qingmu could only carefully cut off a piece of chicken with a knife, and waited for the rustling autumn wind to blow before he dared to put it in

in the mouth.

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Zhou and Yang slept on the grass all night leaning against a tree, and then walked on the road munching wild fruits early the next morning.

However, Zhou Qingmu slept much more comfortably this night than when he was on his way alone. With Yang Zhao, a genius fire cultivator, Zhou Qingmu always had an extra firewood beside him when he rested, which was quite a lot in the gentle autumn wind.

Some rare warmth. What made Zhou Qingmu a little puzzled was that he didn't know what method he used to keep the firewood from going out overnight, but the small amount of dry firewood would have turned into ashes early tomorrow.

But today's journey was not smooth sailing. Not long after Zhou Qingmu and Yang Zhao left, a group of people appeared in front of them, blocking their way.

The leader was a young man in a Chinese robe. Behind him, some of the people were familiar faces to Zhou Qingmu. They were the same group of people who had previously chased Yang Zhao.

However, the condition of the group of people at this time does not seem to be good. Although they have changed into new clothes, the naked parts of the body can be vaguely seen with burnt red and faint black marks. Especially these people's

Face, how could it be called miserable! Almost everyone was red and swollen, and their faces were a little charred. At this time, they all stared at Yang Zhao with sinister faces.

The face of the leader of the young man in Chinese robes actually had some marks of being burned by the fire, but it was much better than those of the people behind him.

But the young man in Hua Pao had a gentle face. Looking at the two people who didn't look kind, he said, "Brother Yang, I admire your talents very much. If you are willing to take refuge with me now, I will never care about your previous presumptuousness."

I will never make things difficult for you two."

Yang Zhao looked contemptuously, spat out the weed in his mouth, and said: "Does your Dahong royal family recruit ministers like this? I said I won't work for you, so you have to keep sending people to hunt me down.

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To be continued...