() "If you can't wait, you have to wait. Whoever does great things is not a mentally tough person. Young Master, you have to study harder. There is a long way to go to rebuild the glory of the Chu family in the future. Now we need to lay a solid foundation." Zhang Yuejian.
Chu Lang's face didn't look good, and his tone softened a lot.
"I understand, don't worry, Mr. Zhang, I will adjust my condition as soon as possible." Chu Lang returned to the house with worries.
Zhang Yue shook his head and sighed helplessly, and followed him into the house.
"I brought some wine and meat. Young Master, you are also hungry. Eat some." Zhang Yue placed the two bowls and filled them with wine. The meat had been roasted in the stove and was already steaming.
The cold weather in Yunzhou does not have much impact on warriors, but for ordinary people, almost every house has a charcoal stove, and they eat three meals a day by the stove.
After so many years, the people in Yunzhou City have become accustomed to their living habits, and most of the warriors who live here have gradually become accustomed to it and follow the local customs.
"Young Master, come, it's cold. Let's drink a bowl of warm wine to warm your heart. The old man said a few more words just now. Young Master, don't take it to heart." Zhang Yue saw Chu Lang lowering his head and his face was expressionless.
He said a little apologetically.
"Uh, come on, thank you for your hard work, Mr. Zhang. I just thought about some of the truth behind what I just said. It's not because of Mr. Zhang's tone. I also know that Mr. Zhang is doing it for my own good. He's just a kid who doesn't know how high the sky is." Chu Lang raised his hand.
Wan Jing said to Zhang Yue.
"It's rare that the young master thinks like this, and I'm pleased. Come on, don't talk about this anymore, let's drink." Zhang Yue said with a smile on his face, feeling relieved.
The two drank a large bowl of wine in one go. Chu Lang wiped his mouth and tore a piece of meat to Zhang Yue. He said casually: "Eat a piece of meat. It's very fragrant. The temperature is just right. By the way, I want to find out about Mr. Lin."
How's it going?"
Zhang Yue shook his head and said: "No, but after hearing that the Qilin Alliance will escort some prisoners to Biye City, we can go and see if there is any trace of Mr. Lin. By then we can roughly guess the situation."
"..." Chu Lang frowned and put down the meat in his hand.
"Young Master, what's wrong?" Zhang Yue asked while chewing the meat.
"I was wondering if Mr. Lin was trapped in the Qilin Alliance, or maybe the people in the Qilin Alliance did not imprison him as a prisoner. That day I broke into the Qilin Alliance alone and found no trace of Mr. Lin in the prison.
, I was still wondering if they had trapped Old Prisoner Lin in Biye City long ago." Chu Lang expressed his thoughts. This was something Chu Lang had never dared to guess carefully, because if this was true, Chu Lang would
There is almost no chance to rescue Mr. Lin.
"I'm also impatient, but we have to calm down, otherwise it won't help matters."
"Why did the Qilin Alliance arrest Mr. Lin with just one spiritual fruit? Don't they know that Mr. Lin is a member of the Tianming Sword Sect? How dare they openly arrest people from the Eight Sects? Could it be that Qilin is really spiritual?
If the fruit is so precious, I would rather offend the people of the Eight Sects." Chu Lang asked in confusion.
"Young Master, you may not know about the Qilin True Spirit Fruit." Zhang Yue said after swallowing a sip of wine.
"Mr. Zhang, you mean that the Kirin True Spirit Fruit is a very rare treasure. The Kirin Alliance is willing to offend the Tianming Sword Sect for it." Chu Lang was a little surprised and glanced at Zhang Yuedao.
"Yes, the Kirin True Spirit Fruit is only produced in the icy Eastern Frontier, and at the very edge of the Eastern Forest, close to the Eastern Frontier, this True Spirit Fruit inherited from ancient times has been growing sparsely. Just like its name, it is indeed similar to the Kirin Spirit Fruit.
There is some connection with the mythical beast. This fruit is stained with the blood of the mythical beast Qilin. After thousands of years of mutation and growth, Qilin True Spirit Fruit contains the energy of the aura of heaven and earth and the energy of Qilin blood." Zhang Yue is well-informed,
explained.
"I heard that the Qilin Alliance only found two this time. Mr. Lin and the others got one, and there is another one in the Qilin Alliance. Will a warrior's martial arts improve by leaps and bounds if he swallows it?" Chu Lang asked curiously, although he had no chance to get such a real thing.
Spiritual fruit, if someone else is destined to do so, you have to know whether it is worth paying the price to get it.
"The Kirin True Spirit Fruit can only be taken by warriors. If an ordinary person eats it, his body will explode and die. Even for a warrior, if he swallows it in vain with low martial arts skills, his true energy will expand and his life will be in danger, and he may even be seriously injured.
When qi, qi, and blood are out of control, there is a phenomenon of going crazy, and in more serious cases, there is even danger to life. Generally, people who have broken through to the innate state can swallow it, and the effect can be exerted to the extreme. Otherwise, people with low or high-level cultivation can swallow it.
The effect will be greatly reduced." Zhang Yue smiled calmly.
"It seems that this thing needs to be alive to be able to bear it. Even if it is given to me for free, I will only be able to watch it and not be able to touch it." Chu Lang laughed and joked...
The atmosphere between the two gradually became more harmonious. They were drinking and chatting about home affairs. Suddenly, the sound of a dog barking next door came from outside the alley, followed by the sound of a figure walking in the yard outside the house.
Chu Lang looked at Zhang Yue with some surprise and said, "Do you still know anyone in Yunzhou City?"
Zhang Yue shook his head, with a look of confusion on his face, and then said with relief on his face: "It's him, that boy Xiang Ye."
Chu Lang also noticed it. He stood up and opened the door and saw Xiang Ye standing tall and tall in the yard, his silver gun propped on the ground, but his face was a little pale.
"Brother Xiang, are you injured?" Chu Lang stepped forward and supported him.
"That Jueqing is really powerful. I originally thought that I would be fine if I rested for a day, but after a night of warmth, the injury still did not improve. The disciples of the Qilin Alliance were looking for me everywhere. I had no other place to go, so I had to come here to look for you two.
Already." Xiang Ye said weakly.
"How did you know we settled here?" Chu Lang asked in confusion.
"Well, I brought him here before, let's talk after he comes in." Zhang Yue explained for Xiang Ye from behind.
"Thank you, senior, for disturbing me," Xiang Ye said, clasping his fists.
Chu Lang saw that his injury was quite serious and it was difficult to even clasp his fists. He didn't know how he walked through this remote courtyard.
Chu Lang helped Xiang Ye into the room. The temperature in the room was much warmer than outside. Chu Lang put his ice blade aside, found a stool for Xiang Ye to sit on, and gave him a big piece of meat.
"Eat something." Chu Lang handed it over and said.
"Thanks."
"Why are you so polite? I didn't expect that the result of your battle yesterday was so fierce. Maybe my cultivation is limited, but I always feel that you two are equally matched." Chu Lang shook his head and sighed.
"Hey, you think I, Xiang Ye, am a soft persimmon. I'm afraid Jueqing is not much better than me at this moment." Xiang Ye tore a piece of meat into his mouth. The meat was fragrant and a little hot, but it was tasty enough in this climate.
"Oh. Could it be that that boy was also seriously injured?" Chu Lang asked doubtfully, remembering that Jue Qingqing was very free and easy when he left yesterday. He didn't seem to be injured at all, but Xiang Ye vomited a mouthful of blood at the end.
"Hey, I'm afraid that guy can't walk around in the past few days. He's no better than me." Xiang Ye said confidently, not feeling any resentment at all for being injured by Jueqing.
"Boy, please understand what you learned from yesterday's battle, and practice diligently. It won't take long for you to break through to the fourth level of innate realm." Zhang Yue observed Xiang Ye for a while, nodded and advised.
"Thank you for your advice, senior. I happened to be seriously injured and can calm down and think about it. Brother Chu, I'm afraid I won't be able to help you with that matter, but with senior here, there's no need for me to get involved." Xiang Ye cupped his fists and expressed gratitude.
"You take good care of your injuries. Although you can't help me, I promise you that when you recover from your injuries and I rescue Mr. Lin, I will definitely take you to the Heavenly Sword Sect to participate in the Eight Sects Alliance and see what's going on in Eastern Xinjiang.
Lively." Chu Lang waved his hand.
"Have you inquired yet?"
"I still don't have a clue, but it must be related to the Qilin Alliance. It may be secretly imprisoned elsewhere. We will have a rough idea in a few days." Chu Lang shook his head and said.
"By the way, Mr. Zhang, today I am going to visit a fellow senior in Yunzhou City. I want to ask about Chen Lin. He went to the East Forest with Mr. Lin. My senior brother once sent a message saying that Chen Lin once returned to Tianming.
The Sword Sect left the mountain gate again. There is still no news and no one knows where it went. Could it be that something like Mr. Lin had an accident?" Chu Lang thought of his good brother, the fat boy Chen Lin, who had been in Yunzhou for so many days.
There was no trace of him in the city, and he was about to go out to inquire at a stronghold of the Tianming Sword Sect in Yunzhou City.
"I will accompany you. Many portraits of you have been posted outside the gate in the past few days. There are disciples from the Qilin Alliance who are looking for news about you." Zhang Yue nodded.
"Well, that's fine, but is it safe here? I'm afraid it's not appropriate for Brother Xiang to take action during this period. He needs to take a good rest." Chu Lang was a little worried about Xiang Ye's safety and asked Zhang Yue.
"Don't worry, few people pass by here, and it's even harder for someone to come here. If someone does come, I call him grandpa." Zhang Yue saw that Chu Lang's mood improved and he became much more positive, and the naughty boy's mood returned.
He became active. Before, he looked really impressive, looking like a Confucian and a sanctimonious person.
There was a burst of hip-hop laughter in the room, and the intermittent sounds of people drinking and clinking bowls.