After seeing Yin Zhaoting flying with him for a long time, Shen Jingyuan felt relieved.

It seems that the conditions for taking him to the Painting Realm are extremely tempting.

It was getting late, and the two of them landed in a market. Shen Jingyuan transformed into a black cloth and tightly wrapped the white hair on his head, and then followed behind the man.

The evening market is busier than during the day. At this time, bright lanterns are hung everywhere, and the sounds of hawking from stalls on both sides of the road come and go.

Yin Zhao heard that he came to a noodle stall with a booming business.

"Boss, let's have a bowl of Yangchun noodles!" He paused and then remembered that there was a little burden behind him. He smiled and turned around and changed his words: "Two bowls! Add an egg to both, and sprinkle more chopped green onions."

Shen Jingyuan was stunned as soon as he sat on the wooden bench.

Suddenly he remembered that Xiao Wushang from the previous world seemed to have said the same thing.

"Why are you so stunned?"

The man's deep laughter reached his ears. Shen Jingyuan raised his eyes and saw Yin Zhaoting looking at her with interest.

"My benefactor looks a bit like an old friend of mine." She pretended to be shy and blushed, lowering her head and replied softly.

"Oh? Where does it look like?"

"You all like to add eggs and green onions."

"Pfft."

Yin Zhao laughed loudly and stopped talking. At this time, the owner of the noodle stall served two bowls of hot Yangchun noodles and bent over with a smile: "Two gentlemen, please use it. If it is not enough, you can refill it. It is free and does not cost any money." "

Yin Zhaoting looked at him with raised eyebrows and said thank you: "That's enough."

He casually pulled out a pair of wooden chopsticks from the bamboo tube on the table, wiped them, mixed the noodles in a bowl and started eating.

He is so good-looking, but he is not elegant at all. Instead, he has a sense of unrestrained and uninhibited pride.

No wonder he is a swordsman.

Shen Jingyuan was not stunned. He had neither food nor clothing nor warmth during the escape. Naturally, he couldn't let go of a bowl of delicious Yangchun noodles with clear soup in front of him.

Yin Zhaoting ate very quickly. After drinking the last few mouthfuls of soup, he took out the jade handkerchief in his arms and wiped the corners of his mouth. He looked at the little hamster-like girl in front of him and sneered in his heart.

See how long you can keep pretending.

After waiting for a while, seeing that Shen Jingyuan had eaten and drank enough, Yin Zhao put down a piece of silver and stood up to leave. The girl followed behind him obediently, extremely gentle.

The noodle stall owner glanced at the young couple with envy. He turned back to clear the table and found the silver ingot left behind. He was shocked and quickly grabbed the silver and turned around.

But the streets were crowded at night, and the two of them were nowhere to be seen.

"My benefactor is truly kind." Shen Jingyuan followed him, never missing an opportunity to flatter him.

"Those who are kind to others will be blessed." Yin Zhaoting walked lazily, holding in his mouth the root of a weed that he had torn off at some point.

Shen Jingyuan was about to boast again, but she was hit hard on the shoulder. She turned around in pain and saw a little Taoist priest in tatters falling to the ground, followed by a group of fierce servants chasing him from a distance.

"Over there!"

"stop!"

"Hurry up and kill him!"

The little Taoist priest was so scared that he could see that he had bumped into someone, but he still apologized to Shen Jingyuan first, and finally got up from the ground with difficulty and tried to escape.

The servants chased after him and surrounded the little Taoist priest as well as Yin Zhaoting and Shen Jingyuan.

"You kid are talking nonsense! Our young master is very rich, and he is the most noble eldest son in the family! How dare you say that you are not of our master's blood! I think you want to die!"

The little Taoist priest knelt on the ground after hearing this: "Destiny has its destiny, Tao, and Taoism can see everything in the world. Your young master is so majestic, but... he really is not of Mr. Li's blood."

The servant was furious when he heard this: "How dare you say that! Come on! Let me beat him to death with a stick!"

The servant didn't care about the two people on the side. He stepped forward and pushed Shen Jingyuan to the ground aggressively, and then touched Yin Zhaoting with his hand.

The cold light sword fell from the sky, as if coming from the middle of the moon, and cut off the man's wrist very quickly.

Blood spurted everywhere, and the servants screamed and fell to the ground, frightened by this sudden turn of events.

Yin Zhaoting turned sideways to avoid the blood splashing in the air, and stepped on the servant's chest with a pair of black boots.

"Which family are you from? Are you acting so arrogantly?"

The person in charge of Yuechi is Qi Wuxiu, one of the Three Saints in the World. All the twenty-eight aristocratic families under his command are obedient and act prudently. Who dares to touch a Taoist cultivator in broad daylight? And threatens to beat people to death?

"Zhiyun City is a place of Taoism. The city owner Su Zhiyun is known to the world to be face-saving. You openly beat his Taoist disciple to death in the Moon Pond. Are you really stupid or do you want to provoke a conflict between the two places? Huh?"

The man tilted his head in confusion, his words were calm and gentle, but the force under his feet was as heavy as a thousand pounds and could kill someone.

The servant was speechless, and several people around him quickly begged for mercy on the ground.

It is true that this little Taoist priest is very accurate in fortune-telling. The master is seriously ill and is about to die, and the young master is about to succeed as the head of the family. Who would have expected that this little Taoist priest came to the house and told fortune-telling in front of the family members, bluntly saying that the young master is not a direct bloodline.

Isn't this a bad thing?

Madam was so angry that she sent them to deal with the matter.

Yin Zhaoting looked at the scared and guilty expressions on the faces of the group of people in front of him, and realized that it was a conspiracy within the family. He said impatiently: "Get away."

The servants rolled away as if they were pardoned.

Yin Zhaoting frowned and turned to look at Shen Jingyuan behind him: "Let's go."

After he finished speaking, he stepped forward. Shen Jingyuan helped the little Taoist priest on the ground and wiped his dirty face. Only then did he realize that the little Taoist priest was not too young. He was a young man, as tall as her, maybe It's because he doesn't eat well, so he doesn't grow well.

Before eating the eggs at the noodle stall, she put the things in his hands and smiled, her eyes as pure as snow.

The little Taoist priest grabbed the egg in his hand and was stunned. He watched the girl holding up her skirt and her head wrapped in black cloth trotting away. He didn't say anything for a while.

Shen Jingyuan followed Yin Zhao to listen.

Seeing that the hem of the girl's skirt was contaminated by a few drops of blood, the man frowned unhappily.

With a lift of his slender fingertips, the cleaning technique made the person spotless from beginning to end, and even the tender face became whiter and whiter.

Shen Jingyuan looked at Yin Zhaoting's silver-threaded white shirt outside of his black robe, and finally confirmed.

This person has mysophobia.

"I will be clean in the future." She said softly.

Yin Zhaoting raised the left corner of her mouth and said, "You know how to read eyes very well."

Seeing him walking aimlessly, the girl asked again: "It's already dark, where are we going?"

"Where do you want to go?"

She whispered: "I want to rest..."

She had been running away for a long time today and was very tired. At this time, her sleepiness was already the third wave of invasion.

"Is the Snow Mountain Girl so fragile?" Yin Zhao raised an eyebrow in confusion. After all, monks in the world would be fine even if they didn't rest for three days and three nights.

Shen Jingyuan didn't dare to force it, after all, Yin Zhaoting was the eldest brother in terms of martial arts, and whatever he said was what he said.
Chapter completed!