"Shi Qi, the account is kept under Cao's name. You must serve all your friends."

Cao Tong gave a few instructions to the owner of the restaurant, and then led the soldiers outwards. The owner of the restaurant responded quickly and immediately stood up to see him off.

Just as he was about to walk out of the door, Cao Tong turned around and bowed his fists, and said solemnly: "It's not peaceful outside now. Please continue playing here and don't go out and walk around. If there is no big deal, I will come back as soon as possible."

Seeing Cao Tong and others leaving, Li Yao hurriedly handed over the injured Wang Zhen to Yu Qiaoqiao, Xuan'er and Hui'er's three daughters. He carried his sword, picked up the whisk, and quickly walked out of the restaurant. An Hongyu hesitated for a moment and hurriedly followed him out.

After Li Yao, An Hongyu left for a long time, and the music finally started playing in the restaurant. He Panyi, like most other people who had never seen Li Yao take action, came back from his shock and couldn't help but sigh to the two younger brothers around him: "For my brother, I used to hear you say that the princess... The Taoist priest is capable. Since this trip, I have been convinced by the Taoist priest's extraordinary talent, and I have also heard of the Taoist priest's process of capturing Yan Zhihu alive. However, no matter how wonderful the others talked, they were not as good as what I saw with my own eyes!"

He Panxin's face was full of admiration and praised him: "To be honest with the second brother, I saw the Taoist priest wearing a helmet and armor, holding a spear to sweep the enemy formation with his own eyes. He knew she was very powerful, but he didn't expect she would be so powerful. It was so amazing."

As he said that, in order to calm his excitement and excitement, he lifted up the wine pot, poured a glass of wine on his own, and then drank it all in one go.

He Panli smiled and whispered in He Panxin's ear: "Second brother did not follow the Taoist Long March to fight Guanzhong, it is understandable, but fifth brother, you... haven't you seen any changes in Taoist priests and the past?"

"Change?" He Panxin was stunned at first, then slapped his palm and replied seriously: "Let the action be like lightning, with infinite power, faster and stronger than before." He paused again, and his tone suddenly became unhappy: "I have become younger and more beautiful, hehehe!"

He Panyi couldn't help but hold his forehead, while He Panli looked at his young brother with a look of forgiveness. He Panxin was embarrassed by his third brother's stare and couldn't help but say strangely: "Can I miss something?"

He Panli glanced around him vigilantly, pressed his voice down, and asked repeatedly: "Do you think there are really medicines in the world that can make people pretend to die and return to youth? The emperors of the Central Plains such as Qin Emperors and Han Wu spent a lot of money and could not get medicine. Today, there are countless alchemy masters. Have you ever heard of anyone who rejuvenates to old age? Even if there is such medicine, who do you think can be done?"

He Pan was shocked and said softly: "What is the third brother meant that she was resurrected from the dead?"

At this time, before He Panli could reply, He Panyi took the lead in taking out an exquisite and small statue from his arms and placed it on the table.

The entire statue is made of the best ivory produced in India and is decorated with gold and is carefully carved.

He Panxin and He Panli couldn't help but look at each other, and their eyes widened.

This is a typical statue of a female in the Central Plains, but she is wearing a gorgeous dress, a slender waist, a golden crown on her head, and a golden ring on her arms, making her look like a Zoroastrian god.

Its graceful and holy appearance seems to be a combination of Anahita, a goddess of rivers and seas, and Daena, the goddess of goodness.

But what really surprised the two was that their beautiful appearance was very similar to Li Yao, almost exactly the same.

After the two younger brothers looked carefully, He Panyi said leisurely: "This is a carved for my brother in his spare time. I wonder if the third brother also means this?"

He Panli nodded silently, and He Panxin's face finally showed a sudden enlightenment, and he couldn't help but cry out in a low voice: "Is she a god?"

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When the three He brothers were in the restaurant and were discussing the truth together, Cao Tong, Li Yao, An Hongyu and others had already arrived at the place where the people of Guazhou fought.

The streets and alleys were in a mess, and the ground was covered with broken things. Blood was everywhere on the streets and pink walls of the main street. You could also see some injured people lying on the ground and groaning, as well as those who were not moving and suspected to be dead.

Thousands of people fought in a row, but compared with the Xianbei people who all held weapons, most of the people wearing Han robes were bare hands and were obviously at a disadvantage. Many of them had already lost their lottery, but they had no intention of retreating, as if they were not dead.

Li Yao felt cold in his heart. The Xianbei side was obviously prepared. Moreover, such a bloody and evil fight could no longer be described as the so-called fierce folk customs. It was completely a fierce battle between two ethnic groups that hated each other.

At this time, a big man wearing a left-sided lapel and holding a double sword seemed to be red in his eyes. Suddenly, he saw that Cao Tong and other Tang soldiers were all Han people, and rushed over without thinking.

Cao Tong went forward and waved his knife to block the fierce attack of the big man with two swords, while shouting: "Stop! Don't hit everyone! Stop it quickly!"

Cao Tong's voice was like a bell, and it was not uncommon. The two sides of the fight naturally heard it clearly, but they saw that Cao Tong had only a dozen people, but they only stopped for a breath and started fighting again.

As a sixth-rank captain, he was so gorgeously ignored. Cao Tong became popular on the spot. He suddenly kicked the man with two swords that were in trouble on the pink wall on the street. His kick was really powerful, as if he wanted to kick the man into the earthen wall, and he couldn't even pick it out.

Then, as if he had forgotten his original intention, the Captain Cao rushed into the battle group with his brothers, and specifically picked those who were wearing left-sided lapels and holding weapons to fight.

Cao Tong and his soldiers were all armed, with strong soldiers and armor, had fought in battle formations, and killed horse thieves. How could ordinary people be their opponents? The Xianbei people suddenly encountered such a powerful tough man, and gradually became a little dissatisfied and showed signs of retreat.

Just as Li Yao and An Hongyu looked at each other, not knowing whether to take action or stop it, they suddenly heard the sound of hooves and saw a large group of people galloping in the street. The first one was an old man wearing a shiro head, a scorching official robe, and a gold belt on his waist. It seemed that he was at least an official from the fifth rank or above. Hundreds of knights behind him were all covered with helmets and armor, with horizontal knives on their waists and spears, all of which looked fierce.

As they got closer, all the visitors got off their horses. Then they heard the old man whirling his shriveled throat and shouted sternly: "Catch them up! Catch them all! No one is allowed to let go!"

Cao Tong almost burst his lungs into anger, spat on the ground, pointed the knife at the old man's nose, and cursed angrily: "He Ruohuaikuo, you old Hu, are really the time to come, don't bully people too much!"
Chapter completed!