The old man took a deep drink, stroked his beard, raised his white eyebrows at Xie Junhe with a half-smile, burped and sprayed the alcohol on his face - bad luck! Xie Junhe cursed secretly in his heart. But he himself

I just said that quitting drinking would make it easier to have an attack, even though it was suspicious to be drunk today.

But the old man joked nonchalantly: "My disciple is so humble, I admire you as a teacher!"

A bowl of Yangchun noodles was handed to Xie Junhe leisurely from a pair of fair and elegant hands.

Xie Junhe was so frightened that he jumped up from his seat.

The face is very ordinary, but the unusual thing is the hands.

"Yan Hong!" Xie Junhe said sharply, "It is indeed you!"

"The scholar is absolutely right. Any place where the fragrance of heaven is drunk will always smell like a dog like you." Yan Hong still handed her chopsticks to Xie Junhe gorgeously with her soft smile, "But just now,

That altar of Tianxiangzui is already the last one! This bowl of noodles is enough to satisfy your hunger!"

Xie Junhe said with a green face: "Did I ever say I was going to drink?"

The old man next to him laughed loudly: "That's what a stupid donkey said!" The scholar's handsome face was faintly revealed from behind the folding fan: "How can a stupid donkey be so addicted to alcohol? Don't insult the stupid donkey!"

"Hey!" Xie Junhe suddenly felt that he should find a place to burn incense to get rid of bad luck. He was confident in swordsmanship and words, and was no match for Yanhong and the scholar. He buried his head in the noodles and ate fiercely.

Yan Hong swiped the feather duster on his back hard: "Don't choke to death, let me ask you something! You are here, where is the boss? He called us here, causing me to rush to this barren mountain to take care of Ningxiang Pavilion's business.

, but I can’t see anyone, why?”

When Xie Junhe was mentioned by these words, his appetite was reduced by more than half. He threw away his chopsticks and his brows became knotted.

"well!"

"How could the young master send me a letter at this time? Xie Junhe, could it be that you are falsely conveying the young master's order?" The old face wrapped in a turban in the corner suddenly spoke in horror.

Xie Junhe was startled, and only after taking a closer look did he recognize that Wang Hong was disguised as a businessman from the Western Regions and had been sitting in the corner drinking tea.

"Aren't you in Bilianzhou?"

Wang Hong's voice was sharp: "It should be, but I have to find out who has repeatedly falsely conveyed the young master's orders and has to come here! Sure enough, it is related to you again!"

Xie Junhe cried out that he was wronged, but he couldn't argue with him. He was with Chu Tao, and it was not difficult for him to write a letter, sign Chu Tao's name, and stamp the leader's seal. But with the conscience of heaven and earth, how could he do this? Then immediately

I woke up suddenly and turned back to the direction where the old man was sitting just now. Strangely, there was no one there?!

At this time, the wind blew up in the wilderness, whistling, and in the distance, a mysterious voice floated through the air, echoing in the minds of the four people: "The beacon smoke gathers, and there is a narrow escape from death. When we meet by chance, don't ask about the cause and effect."

"It must be that old monster again!" Xie Junhe cursed, "He said he was taking me to find Leng Fengyi, but he was sent to this place! It was all his doing - but how could he get the golden seal of the leader?

?”

"Who is this?" Yan Hong asked.

Xie Junhe said: "I don't know, but others call the old man Chu Tiankuo."

Chu Tiankuo? The dust on his face couldn't hide the paleness of Wang Hong's face. He, who was always steady, actually blurted out: "Chu Tiankuo? This scum of the Chu family! God won't accept him to go to the Palace of Hell?"

"Why?" The scholar couldn't understand.
Chapter completed!