"Where are you going?"
"You don't need to know."
"..."
Ye Qingyun thought to himself.
You brought me here by force, and you didn't tell me where we were going?
What if I sell it?
"You're not a bandit, are you?"
Ye Qingyun asked tentatively.
The young master chuckled.
"If I were a bandit, you would be dead by now."
She wiped her mouth with a handkerchief and rinsed her mouth with a cup of tea.
"Okay, let's continue telling the story of the Condor Heroes."
Ye Qingyun shook his head.
"If you don't tell me where to go, I won't tell you."
The young master narrowed his eyes slightly.
"You still dare to make terms with me?"
Ye Qingyun looked like a man who could not be killed but not humiliated.
"Okay, I can tell you."
"But after I tell you, I'm afraid I won't be able to spare your life."
After saying that, a dangerous look appeared on the young master's face.
"Then you'd better stop talking."
Ye Qingyun quickly waved his hand.
At this time, Ye Qingyun was really weak, pitiful and helpless.
"Haha, just recognize it."
Ye Qingyun began to continue telling the story of The Legend of the Condor Heroes.
The young man listened attentively.
The carriage swayed and soon left the market.
Ye Qingyun glanced out the carriage window and realized that he was probably going east.
Fuyun Mountain is to the west of the market.
In this way, it is equivalent to getting further and further away from one's hometown.
"If I had known it, I wouldn't have gone down the mountain and wandered around. What a disaster."
Ye Qingyun groaned secretly.
Soon, Ye Qingyun came to Guo Jing, Huang Rong met Hong Qigong by chance, and Hong Qigong taught Guo Jing the eighteen palms of subduing the dragon.
The young master seemed to be particularly interested in this story. He sat up straight and stared at Ye Qingyun unblinkingly.
That's called seriousness.
"Guo Jing is so stupid. How come he is so lucky to be taught by an expert from outside the world?"
The young master couldn't help but say something.
Ye Qingyun paused slightly.
He smiled lightly and said: "Although Guo Jing is dull, he has a pure heart, is sincere towards others, and has a chivalrous feeling. Hong Qigong has a sharp eye and knows people, so the two are naturally a natural fit."
The young master nodded.
"You are right."
She couldn't help but think of herself.
"I wonder if my apprenticeship will be as successful as Guo Jing's in this story?"
Before I knew it, the night was already deep.
That young man is still in good spirits.
But Ye Qingyun couldn't stand it anymore.
He is not a cultivator, but he has to go to bed early and get up early every day.
After staying up late, I suddenly felt a little dizzy.
"Sister, can you let me go?"
Ye Qingyun begged.
"No, besides, do I look old? Why do you call me eldest sister?"
The young master said with some dissatisfaction.
Ye Qingyun looked bitter.
"Then let me rest for a while, I'm too tired."
The young master saw that Ye Qingyun looked sleepy, so he stopped forcing him.
"Okay, you are allowed to sleep for a while, but please behave yourself and don't move around, or I will chop off your hands and feet."
Ye Qingyun quickly leaned to the side and closed his eyes.
While resting, I was thinking about how to escape.
Outside the carriage, the middle-aged coachman's expression suddenly changed.
Chapter completed!