Wu Shirui ran over with dark circles under his eyes. Too many people died last night and it took most of the night to deal with the corpses. He was exhausted.
"Brother Zhou!"
Zhou Yuan woke up immediately.
After finding Ruoli, he didn't dare to leave even an inch, and slept directly in Baicao Zhai. He looked back at Ruoli, who was still sleeping soundly, and the wrinkles on her face became fine and dense again.
What's going on?
Without any time to think about it, he immediately walked out and made a silent gesture.
Wu Shirui took out a baggage and said weakly: "This is something I received from those people. I don't know if it is of any use?"
Zhou Yuan took it over.
After digging around for a while, I found a few things and returned the rest to Wu Shirui.
"Let's go to Qingcheng Sect!"
"Now?" Wu Shirui asked in disbelief: "I'm so tired that I have no strength. How about waiting until tomorrow?"
"No!" Zhou Yuan patted Wu Shirui's shoulder: "Fangjiazhuang was wiped out, and Elder Mu died in Yaowangzhuang. Do you want to take the blame?"
Wu Shirui trembled.
Fortunately, Zhou Yuan reminded himself that if these two things were not resolved, Yaowangzhuang's reputation would be ruined, and he would have to go to Qingcheng Sect.
"Let's leave right now!"
"Arrange two carriages!" Zhou Yuan ordered decisively.
Cui Er, who was following them, was originally unable to walk, but now that he heard Zhou Yuan's instructions, he immediately said as if he had been given a shot of blood: "Okay!"
He admired Zhou Yuan the most.
The scene last night has been imprinted in his mind. Without Zhou Yuan, Yaowangzhuang would definitely be finished.
Zhou Yuan woke up the bald man, and the two of them each took a carriage and headed straight to Qingcheng Mountain.
Cui Er was moved to tears and lay on the carriage, unable to close his eyes for a long time.
"Cry like a hammer!" When Wu Shirui turned over, he saw the tears on Cui Er's face: "Brother Zhou is a man of great benevolence and righteousness. You must serve him carefully in the future and don't be rude."
"That's natural!" Cui Er said, wiping away tears.
Zhou Yuan was driving a carriage. When he heard this, he said calmly: "I am not as great as you two imagined, but you are too tired. I am worried that you will drive the carriage into the ravine, and I will be the unlucky one in the end."
Cui Er's tears flowed even more fiercely.
Wu Shirui was naturally excited, and Zhou Yuan thought too well for them, letting them lie down on the carriage to sleep, and then wake them up when they arrived at Qingcheng Mountain.
The carriage ran very fast.
In less than half an hour, they had arrived at the foot of Qingcheng Mountain. Standing at the entrance were two men in Tsing Yi, with the word Qingcheng embroidered on the lower right corner of the clothes.
It seems particularly eye-catching.
Zhou Yuan jumped off the carriage: "Brothers, I want to see Sect Leader Wan. Please let me know. I have something very important to discuss with him."
"Hey!" The pock-marked man waved the long knife in his hand, looked at Zhou Yuan with disdain, and said with great contempt: "Sect Master Wan doesn't meet strangers!"
After saying that, he glanced at his companion, and the two laughed crazily, looking contemptuous of others.
Zhou Yuan frowned slightly.
The fists in his hands clenched involuntarily. These two guys were too arrogant. They had to be toughened up a little bit before they would be obedient.
The bald man had jumped off the carriage behind him and ran over in a panic: "We are from Yaowangzhuang. We have something urgent. Please be accommodating."
After saying that, he took out two crystal stones and prepared to give them to these two guys.
Zhou Yuan grabbed the bald man's hand: "Don't give it!"
"I won't report it!" The pock-marked man had no choice but to retract his outstretched hand. He hated Zhou Yuan in his heart and wanted to kill him quickly.