Speaking of this, Shuanglu looked angry again, "It's not because of you, Miss!"
"Who believes this? It's obviously you who wants to punish him."
"I……"
At this time Shuanglu closed her little mouth.
It turned out that Luo Yue, who was wearing a pear blossom skirt, climbed onto the railing.
Although Su Yaqiu and Shuanglu were sympathetic to this girl of their own age, they would not share these private words with Luo Yue.
After all, we had just encountered such a shocking act against Huang Mingzong, so our vigilance would inevitably be heightened.
Who knows if this Luo Yue was also sent by someone?
Even the coachman surnamed Fang and the old scribe, facing Bai Yuanyuan, the owner of the villa, were no longer having drinks and talking as freely as before.
This is all too coincidental.
I happened to pass by this afternoon and was invited by the father and son who had been waiting there to take a rest in the villa.
The hospitality was hard to deny, and Bai Yuanyuan had the identity of a registered disciple of Huang Mingzong. This made it difficult for the coachman named Fang to refuse the plan and had to give up his plan.
What's even more coincidental is that the person behind the scenes took action tonight again, and he still built a ghost nest with such grandeur. It can be seen that this was not a sudden move, but had been planned for a long time.
Thinking about it this way, the owner of the mountain villa seemed extremely suspicious.
Luo Yue, who had already walked up to the fence, asked, "Master Xi Zhong hasn't come back yet?"
Su Yaqiu nodded lightly, her expression a little worried.
Luo Yue smiled and said: "Don't worry, Miss Ruoyi, I can guarantee that Mr. Xi Zhong will definitely come back alive and kicking."
"It's hard to say."
A strange voice came, interrupting Su Yaqiu who was about to ask "How do you know?"
The three women suddenly stood up and became alert.
Huoyun Coachman, who had already appeared on the fence, said helplessly: "Am I that scary?"
In fact, it's no wonder that Su Yaqiu and the others were frightened. The main reason was that the monk who entered the mortal realm usually said nothing and kept his breath reserved, so Su Yaqiu and the others were still unfamiliar with his voice.
Seeing that it was the senior of the Three Realms, Su Yaqiu put down her guard, looked at his empty surroundings, and hurriedly asked: "Senior, where is Xi Zhong?"
The Huoyun Coachman spread his hands and said, "That kid must have found a place to hide. I've searched all over the surrounding mountains and fields but can't find him."
The words were put politely.
But the implication is clearly that this kid is probably dead. The town is only so big. If he is still alive, there is no way he can find that brat.
Su Yaqiu sat back on the stool after hearing this, her pretty face blank.
Shuanglu quickly hugged Su Yaqiu and said worriedly: "Miss..."
On the contrary, Luo Yue smiled and said, "Senior, let's make a bet?"
The Huoyun coachman looked at the beautiful girl who joined in the middle with great interest and asked: "What bet?"
Luo Yue smiled and said: "I think Mr. Xi Zhong will definitely come back safely before dawn."
The coachman asked: "What about the bet?"
Luo Yue took out a jade pendant from her sleeve, shook it, and said generously: "That's it."
The jade pendant has no spiritual power fluctuations, it is just an ordinary object, but its texture is excellent and it is extremely gentle to hold. If it were treated as silver taels, it would probably cost no less than five thousand.
Huoyun Coachman nodded, "Okay, if you win..."
"etc."
Shuanglu took out a clear glass jade bead from her small pocket and said, "Senior, I also bet that Xi Zhong can come back."
The driver of the Huoyun carriage smiled and said, "Hey, you are a virgin who is spreading wealth."
"Okay." Huoyun Coachman nodded, then smiled at Su Yaqiu who had come back to her senses and asked: "Where is the young lady?"
Su Yaqiu said with a calm expression: "Three glazed beads, Xi Zhong will definitely come back."
The Huoyun coachman looked at the girl's increasingly firm eyes and said with a smile: "Okay, since the three of you are so willing, then I will naturally not be stingy. If I lose, the three of you can send me to do a small thing respectively...
…”
But before the coachman finished speaking, his ordinary face wrinkled up like a Muggle.
Behind the coachman, I saw a dark young man standing with his upper body shirtless and wearing only a pair of tattered trousers.
He grinned.
"What are you betting on?"
…
The sky began to turn white.
Xi Zhong had already finished washing up and put on a clean and neat green shirt.
For some reason, after returning to the wall last night, all those people were stunned.
Su Yaqiu just stood up and ran over, gave Xi Zhong a hard push, and then walked back to her guest room. Until now, even if she met Xi Zhong's eyes, Su Yaqiu just ignored him.
Shuanglu's words kept chattering around him.
Luo Yue just smiled to herself.
After the Huoyun coachman was stunned, he just shook his head and said with a smile, "Good boy."
When the coachman named Fang and the old scribe saw that Xi Zhong had returned safely, they were stunned and relieved at the same time.
Although many people in the sect did not like Xi Zhong, if Xi Zhong really died here, they would still be severely punished by the sect leader.
In addition, after two days of getting along, the old scribe and the driver surnamed Fang both felt that this boy was a pretty good person.
Therefore, everyone can be said to be very happy that Xi Zhong is back safely.
Of course, the coachman surnamed Fang also asked Xi Zhong carefully how you survived in that ghost nest last night.
Xi Zhong smiled and replied that although the boy was not strong in fists, his ability to escape could be said to be first-class. When he saw a ghost coming after him, he ran away and hid in a hidden mountain col. Maybe he ran out of the ghost nest.
The ghost general gave up the chase and did not dare to sneak back to the villa until the situation calmed down.
The driver surnamed Fang asked again if he had seen a great monk who was in the consecrated realm.
In this country of truffles, anyone who has achieved enlightenment can be considered a great monk.
Xi Zhong even shook his head and said that if he met such a great monk, would he still need to run away like this?
Faced with Xi Zhong's incomprehensible behavior, the driver surnamed Fang was helpless.
He couldn't wait to know who the monk was who delivered that punch last night.
In a sense, this monk who might just punch randomly was the savior of these people.
Not repaying kindness goes against your true nature.
At this time, the guards in the villa walked to the fence and looked at the foot of the mountain in the faint morning light.
It was a horrific and disgusting scene.
Some of them couldn't bear to vomit on the spot, and they probably lost their appetite for breakfast later.
The driver surnamed Fang has already sent a message to the sect, and he thinks that within a day or two there will be a Qi refiner who will come here to check and look for some clues.
Xi Zhong smiled and asked: "Uncle Fang, what should we do with these people at the foot of the mountain?"
The coachman surnamed Fang shook his head, "Now we don't know whether they are alive or dead. Let's leave the rest of the aftermath to the people in the villa. We don't care about this and set off as soon as possible. Now that His Majesty is surrounded on all sides, we must quickly let the princess enter the capital.
"
This is the way the Qigong practitioners in the mountains behave. We can’t blame the driver surnamed Fang for being ruthless.
Those Qi Refining Sects are basically indifferent to the fireworks in the world. Otherwise, why would Huang Mingzong allow the Black Horn Village to act recklessly within his jurisdiction?
As long as it is not excessive and does not interfere with the sect, Huang Mingzong will ignore these matters.
Xi Zhong smiled and asked, "Uncle Fang, don't you think the owner of the Villa is a little weird?"
The coachman surnamed Fang said suspiciously: "How do you know? Just now, Bai Yuanyuan has completely revealed the truth to me, saying that he was actually threatened by others when he brought us to the villa. However, I only told the sect truthfully about the matter. Afterwards, Huang Ming
I don’t care what kind of punishment the Villa will receive.”
Xi Zhong nodded.
Now that we know that we are enemies rather than friends, we naturally have to leave this enemy den as soon as possible.
Then Xi Zhong and others set off again.
Bai Yuanyuan also knew that it was useless to plead guilty, so he could only silently ride behind and take the group to the official road.
The time of farewell.
The coachman named Fang and the old scribe were silent.
Inside the fire cloud carriage.
Xi Zhong looked at the old scribe with a heavy face and asked with a smile: "Isn't the old gentleman very sad to lose such a confidant who can be regarded as a confidant?"
The old scribe sighed, "You can only say that I am blind."
Xi Zhong poured himself a cup of tea and took a sip, "Maybe there is really something unspeakable?"
The old scribe glanced at Xi Zhong and said, "If I were being coerced, even if I die, my friends will not be implicated."
"But Bai Yuanyuan is not the only one in the Huangming Villa. There are more than a hundred people in the entire Villa. With a single thought, more than a hundred lives will be lost. If the old gentleman were the owner of the village, you should
How?"
The old scribe said: "I should dismiss my servants, only pay attention to my close relatives, and die generously. Besides, this man has even given up the lives of more than a thousand people in this small town. Is it difficult for him to give up the lives of hundreds of people in this villa?"
No matter how much he says, isn’t this person afraid of death and greedy for life?”
Xi Zhong nodded.
That's the truth.
The old scribe, who had always had a sullen face, seemed to have dispelled the annoyance in his heart after telling Xi Zhong these truths. He pointed at Xi Zhong's tea cup and said angrily: "You boy, at my age, I can be considered your elder.
How come you only care about yourself when you pour tea?"
Xi Zhong had no choice but to get up quickly and pour a cup of tea for the old scribe.
The old scribe raised his tea cup and drank it in one gulp.
Xi Zhong raised his thumb and forcibly flattered him, "Obviously the old man just drank a cup of tea, but his momentum is even more magnificent than drinking a whole jar of wine."
The old scribe pointed his finger at Xi Zhong, laughed and scolded: "You brat, if you don't have enough flattery skills, don't flatter him randomly!"
The coachman driving the Huoyun Horse outside quietly listened to the conversation between the old man and the young man in the carriage, and twitched the corner of his mouth.
At noon, Xi Zhong and his party rested in a tavern in a small town as planned. After filling their stomachs, they continued on their way.
During this period, Su Yaqiu was still extremely cold towards Xi Zhong, and even Shuanglu ignored Xi Zhong.
On the contrary, it was Luo Yue's inexplicable gaze that left Xi Zhong at a loss.
Is this woman planning to start acting like a monster again?
Finally, at sunset, the group arrived at a county town called "Bright Moon".