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07

Song Nanping asked Xie Zhuo: "What are your plans for the future?"

Xie Zhuo shook his head.

Song Nanping looked him up and down: "It looks like you don't go out much. So, to express my apology for what happened yesterday, I'll take you to Nanzhao."

Xie Zhuo raised his eyes, noncommittal, but he did not refuse.

Song Nanping went to the town clinic to ask for some wound medicine, and after bandaging the wound on his hand, the two went to Nanzhao in a carriage.

It was only when Song Nanping arrived in the town that he discovered that Xie Zhuo, who was so immortal and could not eat the fireworks of the world, could not ride a horse.

To be precise, no matter how strong a horse is, its legs will be weak and unable to walk when it sees Xie Zhuo.

As a result, it was impossible to ride a horse. Fortunately, the two of them were not in a hurry, so they changed to a carriage and hired a driver for this.

Passing Luoxia Mountain, I encountered bandits robbing the road. Seventeen or eighteen men with knives trapped the carriage in the middle and surrounded them.

Seeing that the car had stopped, Song Nanping was curiously poking his head to look, when he saw the driver outside was trembling with fright and couldn't speak well.

Song Nanping asked, "What should I do?"

The coachman tremblingly squeezed out a sentence: "...I, the money of the villain is here, spare my life."

Xie Zhuo lightly said: "Kill it."

Song Nanping hesitated and said, "...it's not very good."

The coachman was shaking like a sieve, his face was as white as paper, and his voice was crying: "One, the whole family is still waiting for the villain to go back, the villain can't just fold here without knowing it!"

Xie Zhuo: "I am not a kind person with a heart for the common people."

Song Nanping: "...But I am."

The two made a compromise, and finally decided to tie up those robbers and hang them on a tree, let them ask for blessings, and wait for someone with a destiny to release them.

Before the coachman came back to his senses, he drove the carriage for a while, and looked back at a row of burly men hanging upside down from the trees along the way, only to realize what happened just now.

08

After several days in the same car, Song Nanping found that Xie Zhuo seemed difficult to get close to, but if he really got close, it was easy to get along with him.Xie Zhuo has a calm temper, never gets angry easily, unlike a man who is generous with fire/powder pots and explodes at a single touch.

Just like last night, Song Nanping couldn't sleep late at night, and he was in the same room with Xie Zhuo, so his thoughts inevitably flew.I couldn't bear to be curious, so I sneaked over to continue the unfinished business at the foot of the mountain that day.

Xie Zhuo was a man, Song Nanping was already sure about it, but he still wanted to be very sure.

Best to try it out there.

Song Nanping didn't do anything else, his hands were sharp, his eyes were quick, he looked at the right place, and caught the opponent's chirp.

Xie Zhuo's body froze, his eyes widened, under the moonlight through the car curtain, his complexion was pale, and there was a faint blush.

Xie Zhuo's expression was cold, and he reached out to draw his sword.

Song Nanping's saber was still on the other side, it would be too late to get it now, not to mention Xie Zhuo's martial arts is superior to him, if he was taught to strike first, he would be stabbed to death.

It was too late and then too soon, Song Nanping stretched out his hand to press the other party without saying a word, Xie Zhuo was in the lower position, the space in the car was small, even Xie Zhuo had nowhere to borrow his strength, the car shook violently, and the two fell to the ground together , Coincidentally knocked his lips together.

The lips hit the teeth, and blood was seen immediately, mixed together, and it was impossible to tell whose it was.

For a moment, they could only hear each other's heartbeat.

Song Nanping is at the top, and Xie Zhuo is at the bottom. Because of a subtle misunderstanding, the two of them are close to each other at this moment, and their posture is ecstasy.

Song Nanping: "I..."

Xie Zhuo said nothing, raised his arm, first touched the side of his face with the back of his hand, then stretched out his finger, wiped off the blood on his lip with his fingertip, put it between his own lips, and licked it with the tip of his tongue.

This time it was Song Nanping's turn to be stupid.

Song Nanping looked over, his dark pupils reflected his own appearance, Xie Zhuo said hoarsely: "If you don't fuck me, I will fuck you."

Song Nanping, who was caught off guard by being tricked by hooligans, said, "...that's not what I meant."

Xie Zhuo smiled, "If it wasn't for you, why would I go to Nanzhao with you? If it wasn't for you, do you think you can still stand in front of me after doing this kind of thing?"

Xie Zhuo got closer, sighed, and whispered in his ear: "Song Nanping, I like you."

09

In the morning of the second day, Song Nanping opened his eyes, the smell had not completely dissipated after the sex last night, looking at the top of the carriage painted with white cranes soaring clouds, he still couldn't recover.

Things suddenly got out of hand last night.

Song Nanping pressed the center of his eyebrows, Xie Zhuo had already got up, saw him wake up, and handed over the water bag.

Last night for three games in a row, most of Song Nanping's children and grandchildren were on Xie Zhuo's body. When he woke up in the morning, he was naturally very thirsty. He drank half a bag of water in one go before he could pay attention to the outside world.

Looking around, for several miles around, there is no vegetation, and it is barren.

Before entering Nanzhao, one had to pass through Prison Yang Cave, and in less than half an hour, one would arrive at the boundary of Prison Yang Cave, such a scene is not surprising.

Song Nanping said: "Do you know that there is an old devil living in the Prisoner Cave?"

Perhaps because of the confession last night, the two of them became skin-to-skin again, Xie Zhuo was not as cold and silent as usual, he raised his eyebrows slightly, and continued to ask: "How do you say?"

Song Nanping: "In the early years of Wulin, there were rumors that there was a demon living in the Prison Cave. Xie Hanjiang, who was fighting the 50th Dao in the south of the Yangtze River [-] years ago, was his distant nephew. The old demon must be around one or two hundred years old. Thank you for what..."

"It's called Xie Zhuo."

Song Nanping: "!?"

Xie Zhuo paused every word: "I am the old devil in your mouth."

Before Song Nanping could turn the corner, his mouth continued to ask: "...then how old are you this year?"

Xie Zhuo: "The imaginary age is one hundred and eighty-three."

Song Nanping's eyes straightened, and he said, "But you can't even ride a horse... It seems that you don't understand normal life skills..."

"Didn't you say that you are an old devil, naturally you don't know how normal people live."

If at first Song Nanping thought Xie Zhuo was joking with him, but Xie Zhuo's expression didn't mean to be half joking.

Thinking about it carefully, Xie Zhuo is obviously the same age as himself, and the Jianghu martial arts critics have never heard of this person's name, and he caught a glimpse at the sword test meeting. Where did the deep inner strength come from?If it is said that he is the master of Prison Yang Cave, everything will be explained.

Song Nanping calmed down from the shock, and half-jokingly said: "...In this way, you are already as old as my grandpa/grandfather, and you are not ashamed to eat my tender grass?"

Xie Zhuo sneered: "After a hundred years, I still don't know which of us looks more like grandpa/grandfather."

10

Stepping into the Prison Yang Cave for a few miles, I could only hear the horse neighing, and the front hooves beating back and forth on the ground, but no matter how much I whipped, they refused to take a step forward.

But the scenery here is as weird as the legends, there is no stranger in a hundred miles, there is wind and sand passing through the border, the wind is raging, and there are bursts of whistling in the distance, like rolling thunder, flying sand and rolling stones, without seeing the sun and the moon.

Song Nanping lived in Nanzhao when he was young, and lived in the south of the Yangtze River for a long time. He had never seen such a strange scene in the desert, so he couldn't make up his mind for a while: "What should I do?"

Xie Zhuo said: "Leave the carriage and follow me."

Song Nanping: "What about the coachman?"

Xie Zhuo: "He has no martial arts, so he can't get through the formation. This weather will last at least ten days. If you don't want to be trapped here, come with me."

Song Nanping sighed, wondering: "That's the case, throwing people here, wouldn't it just kill people's lives for nothing."

Xie Zhuo raised his eyebrows: "Why didn't you have such a bodhisattva heart in Peacock Villa that day?"

Song Nanping: "At the sword test meeting, those underground people from the Jianghu had enmity with me to some extent, so it is right to kill him. Today I have no enmity or grudge with this person, so killing someone's life is really inappropriate."

Xie Zhuo smiled, "I didn't know you were the best person in the world."

"I can't be number one in the world." Song Nanping said, "But I am indeed a good person."

Xie Zhuo pondered for a moment: "We will go to Nanzhao, I will teach people to send him back."

"It's okay." Song Nanping paused, remembered something, and joked, "Just now you talked about the formation, thinking about how many heroes have fallen in the Prisoner Cave in the past hundred years, I think you are the biggest bandit leader."

Xu was in a good mood, Xie Zhuo joked for the first time: "Then should I take you back to be Mrs. Yazhai?"