Let Dongzhang hold hands and walk under the pergola. Seeing the six Quanzhen children sitting on the edge, Xiao Longnu's pretty face was obviously a little surprised, but she was only stunned for a while. She was not a curious person, so Dongzhang didn't say anything.
, and she won’t ask.
"Miss Long, have you received the music score?"
After pouring a cup of tea for the former, Zhang Yimeng gently pushed the cup forward.
"Well, I got it, Brother Zhang is interested."
Zhang Yimeng is several years older than Dong Zhang, so he is naturally older than Xiao Longnu, so he is right to be called eldest brother.
"Hey, you thanked the wrong person. I'm a bigot and don't understand these elegant things. I'm only responsible for running errands. Someone else bought the music."
Hearing this, Zhang Yimeng waved his hands repeatedly, pursed his lips and looked at Dong Zhang, who was sitting upright, with a smile.
As he said this, the cook and the others also looked at the latter teasingly. They had not forgotten that it was this man who pretended not to know how to wrap up all the music scores on the stall, making him look like a nouveau riche.
"Ahem... Are Aqing, Xiaoyao and the others okay?"
Dongzhang was still a little embarrassed when this kind of thing was pointed out to his face, like a love letter he wrote being read out in public. Someone felt a little uncomfortable and quickly changed the topic.
Glancing at Dongzhang with cute eyes, the corners of Xiao Longnu's mouth turned up slightly. The previous resentment had long since dissipated. When she saw this person again, all the unhappiness was forgotten.
"Don't worry, they are wild."
"That's good......."
Before the two of them could continue reminiscing about old times, Qiu Chuji, who was standing next to him, led Ma Yu and others to stand up and walked to Long Nu. He cupped his hands and said, "Master Long, we haven't seen you for a long time."
"Um."
The Quanzhen family of the Ancient Tombs have a relationship that has been passed down from the previous generation. As for the younger generations, they should say hello when they meet. As the leader of the Ancient Tombs sect, Xiao Longnu naturally has to give this face. After hearing this, she immediately stood up and smiled slightly.
With a gesture on her forehead, she naturally saw that the six Quanzhen disciples were all injured. Now that they all suddenly appeared here, it was not difficult to guess the cause.
But even if Dongzhang didn't say anything, she wouldn't take the initiative to point it out.
Perhaps due to Dragon Girl's reciprocal attitude, the competitive Qiu Chuji felt a little better, unlike Zhang Yimeng, a group of unruly people who were completely indifferent to the six of them.
Although they are juniors, they have no respect at all for seniors like them who have been famous for a long time. Although they talk like Master Qiu, they can't see the disdain in their eyes. It's a bit unbalanced for everyone.
But the reality is cruel. After all, the strength is there. No matter who Zhang Yimeng is, any one of them can defeat Qiu Chuji, the strongest among the six. It is a defeat, not a duel.
Crazy people naturally have the capital to be crazy, and some of them have experienced rough life. They have long abandoned the traditional etiquette of the world and are deviant. This group of weirdos is what they are talking about. Even people like Guo Jing and Hong Qigong are not very popular, let alone
What about them?
Even if it feels uncomfortable, I can only endure it.
Seeing that Long Nu only exchanged some pleasantries and then sat back down, her unwillingness to talk anymore was very obvious. Hao Datong's intention to use Long Nu's relationship to persuade Dong Zhang came to nothing.
He could only stand there with a wry smile.
Regarding this, Dongzhang didn't know what the others thought. He tapped his fingers on the table and said with a smile: "Soon, you will be able to meet your precious disciple..."
"..."
Hao Datong didn't know how ironic Dongzhang's smile was, but he didn't know the reason, and he was under the eaves, so he had to suppress the words in his heart. Qiu Chuji was the first to be angry, throwing up his sleeves and walking away, and several people followed his words.
Turning to follow, Hao Datong could only sigh deeply, and finally followed behind his senior brother.
Seeing this, Xiao Longnu turned her face and looked at Dong Zhang quietly, the meaning of her inquiry was very obvious.
"Don't worry about small things."
"Um."
"How long will it take to get home?"
"Not long..."
"You had a date with someone? The top of Mount Huashan?"
".......Um."
"I'll help you."
Hearing this, he burst into laughter. Dongzhang glanced at this extremely serious little girl and couldn't help but laugh: "I said it was a one-on-one challenge, why are you joining in the fun?"
"The two of them."
Looking at Dong Zhang with big eyes without blinking, Xiao Longnu had no intention of joking.
After briefly exchanging glances with Zhang Yimeng, Dongzhang turned his gaze to the deserted valley in the distance: "Yes, I choose the two of them."
Her eyebrows furrowed slightly, and Xiao Longnu's long eyelashes trembled slightly: "Are you sure?"
Taking the wine bottle handed over by Zhang Yimeng, Dongzhang took a sip and leaned his upper body back, revealing the muscle lines that clung to his underwear: "Who knows, you will understand only after you have been beaten."
"Hehehehe...Miss Long, have you ever seen him lose..."
Seeing that the dragon girl seemed a little angry, Zhang Yimeng immediately spoke softly. As soon as he said this, several people around him laughed happily and said: "Yes, it's time to change..."
Xiao Longnu's heart was filled with fear when she heard rumors that Dong Zhang was going to fight against Bei Beggar and Nan Emperor. It was not like she had never faced off against any of the five great powers, and Ouyang Feng was one of them.
That is a bottomless existence. It is difficult to fight even one, let alone two?
But she also knew how stubborn this man was, and it was impossible to put her in danger. Even nine cows couldn't get her back from what she had decided, and she would resist anything she did, so she stopped trying to persuade her and just said secretly in her heart, that day
I will definitely take action, no matter whether he is a northern beggar or a southern emperor, I can't touch him...
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At the same time, in a small mountain village three hundred miles away from Xiangyang City, a pale young Taoist priest passed by this place. There was no bluestone road of later generations, but instead a land of yellow mud.
The village is not big. It is located in the hinterland of the mountains. It looks like there are only twenty or thirty households. The Taoist priest is walking in the village. As soon as he turns around a mud house, he sees four or five barefoot children sitting in a wide mud house.
Laughing and playing on the ground.
When they met each other, both sides were stunned for a while. At this time, all the adults in the village had gone to work in the fields, and there were only two or three old people in the village doing manual work in front of their houses.
When they saw strangers entering the village, whether they were children or old people, they all looked wary and stopped what they were doing. Because there was a war now, no one dared to relax.
The Taoist priest hesitated for a long time. He was about to go on his way, but for some reason, he suddenly sat under the eaves of a roof, leaning against the pile of firewood and quietly looking at the frightened children opposite him.
He smiled and said: "I am a Taoist missionary from the Quanzhen Sect. You don't need to panic... I used to be."
The last sentence of the Taoist priest sounded like a mosquito. When hearing the Quanzhen teaching, the old people smiled kindly. The children were still young and didn't understand what it was, but when they saw the old man, they relaxed and chuckled along with them.
.
Looking calmly at the children who continued to play, the Taoist priest felt peaceful in his heart. From time to time, a crumpled old man walked up to the young man holding a wooden ladle and said, "Master Taoist, are you thirsty?"
Hesitantly taking the wooden ladle from the other party's hand, the Taoist thanked him softly: "Thank you very much."
After taking a few sips of the clear spring, the Taoist priest handed the wooden ladle back to the other party with both hands, then stopped talking and just looked at the playing children quietly.
Seeing that he had something on his mind, the old man didn't want to disturb him. He turned around and left after saying something, but was suddenly stopped by the young man: "Old man, do you have any suitable clothes at home?"
As he spoke, he took out some broken silver and indicated that he could buy it with money.
The old man was a little confused and asked with his eyes.
The Taoist priest smiled slightly: "My body is not suitable anymore..."
Naturally, if you have money, you will make money. The old man turned around and hurried away. From time to time, he held up a simple gown and said hesitantly: "This is the most decent clothes for my son. If you don't mind it...
....."
"I don't mind it."
Reaching out to take the ordinary clothes from the other party's hand, the Taoist priest put the money in the old man's hand, then quickly took off his Taoist robe and put on the clothes that the old man brought, which were a bit loose.
Finally, he looked at the Taoist uniform on the ground with nostalgia, and the young man walked into the mountains with his sword in hand.
"Master Dao, you gave me too much."
He shouted blankly at the back of the young man as he left. The old man was holding a lot of money and was at a loss.