Wine Sword Immortal: Hangover on a rainy night, a sword shakes the world

President Ye took the letter Situ Xue handed him, erased the king's mark left by Su Bei, opened the envelope and read it.

Soon, President Ye knew the contents of the letter paper.

"They have left the Martial Arts Association."

President Ye said while holding the letter paper with his hands behind his back.

"impossible!"

Situ Xue said loudly in disbelief.

Although Su Bei is already a fifth-rank king, Taoism and cultivation realm are not two things at all.

In Situ Xue's mind, Su Bei had never been exposed to such things as Taoism.

How could the old man be so overwhelmed that he insisted on taking Su Bei away?

After finishing speaking, Situ Xue snatched the envelope left by Su Bei from President Ye's hand.

Regarding Situ Xue's behavior, President Ye raised his eyebrows, but he didn't say much.

On the other side, after Situ Xue read the contents on the letter paper, she rushed out without hesitation.

……

Qingzhou.

A few days later, in front of the broad Qingzhou city gate, there appeared two more figures, one old and one young, looking dusty.

It was Su Bei and Lao Dao.

"I didn't say it, I've never seen someone so picky like you." Su Bei said in a hoarse voice.

Looking at the engraved characters "Qingyang" on the city wall not far away, Su Bei couldn't help complaining, "He's the one who wants to rebuild the Taoist gate after all, why is he so picky? He can't bear to buy a bottle of water!"

Hearing this, the old Taoist chuckled, the chapped skin of his mouth split instantly because of him, and fresh blood flowed out, making his mouth, which was as dry as fire, a little moist at this moment.

"It is precisely because of the rebuilding of the Daoist Gate that we need to save more. How can it be so easy to rebuild the Daoist Gate? Everywhere will cost money. If you don't save money, you can't do it." The old Taoist said with a face like loess.

Su Bei: "..."

Su Bei was speechless for a while, and silently rolled his eyes.

Although Qingzhou and Qingyang sound similar, they are completely different places.

Between the two, there is a vast desert, which is hot, dry and desolate.

In the desert, even if Su Bei wanted to buy water to drink, he couldn't do it at all.

Seeing Qingyang City not far away at this time, Su Bei was so excited that he didn't bother to argue with the old Taoist anymore.

After all, although the journey to Qingyang is not dangerous, it still consumes a lot of energy.Even if the two are fifth-rank kings, it is difficult for them to fight against the power of heaven and earth.

Of course, Su Bei and Lao Dao didn't just walk all the way, they would take off into the sky and fly across the desert from time to time.

The spiritual energy in the desert is thin, and it is impossible for the two of them to dream of flying across the desert, but because of this, it saves a lot of time.

At this time, the two were tired and did not fly directly to the Li family's mansion in Qingyang.

At the gate of Qingyang City, there are two sturdy middle-aged fat men standing in front of the gate.

They are open-chested and breast-exposed, with big arms and round waists. Coupled with their fierce faces, they look very intimidating.

These two people are collecting tolls in Qingyang City, perhaps because their figures are too sturdy and their faces are too scary, no one passing by dares to give them tolls .

After all, it doesn't matter if they are fierce, there are actually two Daguan knives beside the two of them, shining with cold light.

There were traces of blood on the sword of one of them, and the faint smell of blood spread, taking people's mind.

"Toll, toll, pay the toll if you want to go there."

Two fat men, one on the left and the other on the right, guarded the gate of the city like door gods.Seeing the coins handed over by everyone, their eyes flickered, and their greed was evident.

The old Taoist handed over a piece of paper money in his hand to the other party with a face full of pain. After all, this was the start-up capital for him to rebuild the Taoist gate!
The bright red color on the banknotes made the eyes of the two fat men widen, stabbing one of them, and even a little bit of saliva appeared at the corners of their mouths.

The Qingyang toll fee is actually only ten yuan for one person, and 20 yuan for two people.

As for the money given by the old man, except for the part that should have been paid, the rest of the money, no doubt, most likely went into the pockets of the two of them.

When Su Bei saw the bright red color, the corners of his mouth twitched in anger.

However, he also knew the character of the old man, so he didn't try to stop it.After all, according to the old saying, this is called breaking money and avoiding disasters.

After the middle-aged fat man took the money, he looked around cautiously. Seeing that no one had noticed this scene, he directly stuffed the banknote into his trouser pocket.

"Let's go." The middle-aged fat man waved his hand with a smile on his face and said.

Su Bei and the old Taoist didn't talk nonsense when they heard the words, and walked in directly.

"Tolls!"

At this time, another middle-aged fat man also stretched out his hand and looked at Su Bei and Lao Dao with a smile.

Seeing this scene, the old Taoist's face became extremely ugly.

Originally, with the idea of ​​saving money and avoiding disaster, he gave some more.

After all, people in the Taoist sect often live a life of shelter and shelter when walking in the world, and the number of times they receive help from others is not infrequent.

But he didn't expect that his own kindness would actually arouse the greed of others at this time.

Thinking of this, the old man turned his head to look at Su Bei, spread his hands, and said helplessly, "I'm out of money."

"No money?"

Before Su Bei could speak, the middle-aged fat man who reached out to ask for money changed his face instantly, raised his voice a few degrees, and said coldly, "If you don't have any money, get the hell out, where did you come from, go back there! "

"Otherwise, the big knife in my uncle's hand is not a vegetarian." While speaking, the middle-aged fat man shook the blood-stained big knife in his hand, and said violently.

"Why don't you give it to him?" The old Taoist looked at Su Bei with a bitter face and said.

"What?"

Su Bei opened his eyes wide, and said with a face full of disbelief, how did this matter involve himself?

I came out with you to recruit Taoist disciples, not to send you money.

"Boy, hand over all the money you have on you, or don't blame the uncle for being rude." Hearing that Su Bei was rich, the middle-aged fat man quickly turned his head to look at him, and threatened viciously.

all the money?

When Su Bei heard this, his face turned cold in an instant, "You guys are so messed up, no one cares?"

"Care?" The middle-aged fat man sneered and said, "I am the god of Qingyang! Who dares to meddle in my own business?"

After finishing speaking, the middle-aged fat man looked viciously at the person behind Su Bei. When he saw the other person, his face turned pale with fright, his legs trembled uncontrollably, and he laughed with satisfaction.

"In that case..." Su Bei nodded and said, "Then I'll take care of it."

"You take care of it?"