The Heavens: Reborn Xu Zhu, Recognizing His Father at the Beginning

Chapter 91 'Coincidental' Encounter
In the evening, a figure walked in the dense forest without rushing.

After a while, an official road appeared in front of him, and not far away was a small town.

He couldn't stop looking at the inside of the town, and finally stopped in front of a restaurant.

"Shopkeeper, two bowls of plain noodles."

Ye Wuxin sat in the restaurant, staring at the paper figurine in her hand and remained silent, as if she hadn't made up her mind about some things.

Suddenly, a somewhat clear voice came to mind.

"Monk, what are you doing with a paper figurine?"

Ye Wuxin turned her head, but she couldn't help but frown, quite surprised by this person's appearance.

Sitting on the seat by the window in the west is a 'young man' in green shirt, with beautiful eyebrows and starry eyes, fair skin, extremely beautiful appearance, about seventeen or eighteen years old, looking at him with a smile.

Although this person didn't know Ye Wuxin, Ye Wuxin did know her. This person was Ruan Xingzhu's daughter Azi.

"Little gentleman, are you talking to me?"

Ah Zi chuckled.

"Is there another monk with a paper figurine in this shop?"

Ye Wuxin shook his head slowly, and replied calmly.

"I don't think so."

Taking back the paper figurine, Ye Wuxin silently waited for Su Mian to be served.

At this moment, his mood is extremely calm, and he has no worries about encountering a strong enemy next.

"Monk, you haven't answered me yet! What are you doing with the paper figurine?"

During the conversation, two bowls of plain noodles were served on the dining table.

"Amitabha, little gentleman, I'm waiting for someone, someone you know very well."

Hearing this, Ah Zi's eyes lit up, and she smiled and moved to Ye Wuxin's side.

"People I know very well, don't tell me you, a little monk, know who I am, and also know that someone can come to me?"

After eating plain noodles, Ye Wuxin remained silent, not interested in answering Ah Zi.

Seeing Ye Wuxin concentrating on cooking, Ah Zi rolled her eyes and said with a smile.

"Vegetables and mushrooms, no oil or water, what is there to eat? Xiaoer, serve roast chicken and white meat. I want to treat this little master to a good meal."

The waiter in the shop smiled when he heard the words, and quickly put the roast chicken white meat that Ah Zi asked for on the table.

"Come, come, little master, you have a taste of this roast chicken, it will leave a fragrance on your lips and teeth!"

Just when Ah Zi was persuading him to eat meat, two bowls of plain noodles had already been sacrificed to Ye Wuxin's Wu Zang Temple, and the speed made Ah Zi quite tongue-tied.

"The little monk won't eat it, and leave it to the little Xianggong to enjoy alone."

After digesting the food in his stomach for a while, Mingyu Gong was secretly running, accumulating all of his skills to the peak without making a fuss.

Seeing Ye Wuxin stop her chopsticks, Ah Zi curled her lips, as if the plan in her heart had failed.

But in the blink of an eye, she seemed to think of some way to punish her again, and she snickered a few times imperceptibly.

Suddenly, there was a loud commotion outside the door, as if many people were coming towards the hotel.

Ah Zi on the side had already noticed the strangeness outside, she moved slightly, and was about to slip upstairs.

At this moment, a big pale hand rested forcefully on her shoulder, and a familiar voice came into AhZi's ears.

"Why is the young man in a hurry to leave? Look, the person you know is coming soon?"

AhZi's face was pale, and an inexplicable cold air wandered through her meridians. If she moved wildly, that inexplicable cold air might get out of control at any time.

After a group of Xingxiu disciples entered, they all looked overjoyed when they saw Ah Zi in the lobby.

After Ding Chunqiu entered the door, his expression was both complacent and vicious, and there was a sneer at the corner of his mouth.

"Master Master!"

Ding Chunqiu laughed loudly, and stretched out his hand towards Ah Zi's position.

"Bring it!"

Before Ah Zi could speak, Ye Wuxin reached into the hem of Ah Zi's clothes and hooked a silk thread.

As soon as the cold air froze, the silk thread snapped, and a square, dark yellow tripod, with a hint of blood red in its veins, fell into his hands.

"Is this one of the three treasures of the Xingxiu Sect, the Shenmu Wangding who specializes in Poison Art? Senior Brother Ding, I haven't seen you for a long time, and you still have the same demeanor."

At this moment, as soon as he opened his mouth, Ding Chunqiu discovered Ye Wuxin who was hiding on the side.

As soon as he saw Ah Zi just now, Ding Chunqiu was overjoyed, he didn't notice Ye Wuxin was at the side at all, he didn't notice Ye Wuxin's existence until the Shenmu Wangding was placed in front of him.

Ding Chunqiu's expression changed, and he regained his composure, lightly shaking the feather fan in his hand.

"I don't know who it is? So it's the junior brother. I don't know how long the junior brother has been waiting for me, senior brother?"

Ye Wuxin chuckled, pointed to the two empty bowls in front of him and said.

"Not long, not long, it's just the time for two bowls of noodles. But you, brother, set foot in the Central Plains just to find this little cauldron, you must have wasted a lot of time."

As soon as these words came out, Ding Chunqiu couldn't help tightening his hand holding the feather fan, and stared at Ye Wuxin indifferently.

He hid in the wooden house and listened for a long time, so he naturally knew Ye Wuxin's identity and the ring that appeared in front of him now.

In the wooden house before, he tried to use his internal force to spray Xiaoyao Sanxiao into the bodies of the little monk and Su Xinghe, but the little monk bounced the poisonous powder back into his body with some kung fu.

I know that I have suffered a small loss in terms of internal strength in a fierce battle, but with my own self-transformation skills, although the opponent is waiting for work with ease, but he is still young, he has the upper hand in the end.

"Junior brother, as long as you hand over the Shenmu Wangding and the woman next to you to me, not only will I not blame you and Su Xinghe, but I will also recognize you as a junior, what do you think?"

Ding Chunqiu had a smile on his face, with an expression of complete control.

Ye Wuxin sneered twice, and said in Ding Chunqiu's usual tone.

"Ding Chunqiu has always kept his words low. What I said may be forgotten in the back of my mind one day. I can't trust your reputation, senior brother."

Ah Zi on the side showed an unbelievable expression, the monk next to her turned out to be her master's younger brother, and it seemed that Liang Zi was still with them.

"You don't toast, don't eat and drink fine!"

Ding Chunqiu's feather fan pointed at Ye Wuxin, and the Xiaoyao Sanxiaosan inside his robe enveloped Ye Wuxin and Ah Zi again.

"This kind of nonsense is useless to me. How should I express it to you so that you can understand? Senior Brother Ding."

The internal force gushed out, and sent back the poisonous powder in front of him in a way of transferring flowers and jade.

Ding Chunqiu's face turned cold, and he hastily retreated a few steps.

The disciple beside him who had no time to retreat was already enveloped in poisonous powder, and after laughing three times, he lay straight on the ground, his soul returning to the west.

Ding Chunqiu's old face darkened, and Ye Wuxin's expression was indifferent, completely missing the expression when he was fighting a strong enemy.

Just as the two were confronting each other, several figures walked in and shouted at the waiter.

"Store, take a seat."

I saw a young man wearing a yellow shirt, with a long sword hanging from his waist, sitting at the table, completely oblivious to the silent fight between Ye Wuxin and Ding Chunqiu.

(End of this chapter)