[Jian San] Let's drink tea from big brother

After the matter of Tianzhao was over, Ye Zhengyang felt very uncomfortable in his heart, and felt very embarrassed when he saw Jiao Qifei, so he went to Shiwei and said, how about we set off again?

Shiwei peeled the grape skin with his fingernails critically, raised his eyelids and asked him, "What's wrong with you, can't you live comfortably in the house with a wooden face? You have to sleep in the open every day to be happy?"

The corners of Ye Zhengyang's eyes twitched, "If you say that, I'll leave by myself."

Shi Wei stuffed the freshly peeled grapes in his hand into Ye Zhengyang's mouth, clapped his hands and said, "Young master is easy to say, do you think that butterfly is willing to leave?"

Ye Zhengyang licked the grapes in his mouth. They are natural and pollution-free, and they are like a spring of sweet spring in his mouth, which melts instantly, "Then what do you think?"

Shi Wei spread his hands, "If you can persuade him, then it will be all right?"

"...Talking with you is a waste of my life." Ye Zhengyang's eyes twitched.

Shi Wei didn't care, left the empty fruit bowl on the table, wiped his mouth and said loudly, "You should be honored, do you know how many customers spend gold every year begging the young master to waste their lives with him?"

"..." Are you running a show shop or a cowherd shop?

After being pointed out by Shiwei, Ye Zhengyang also found the biggest problem when he wanted to start again.

Huazhu locked Tang Zisu in the room. He didn't know what to do every day, but he saw the two of them staying at home every day.

However, according to Tang Zisu's personality, Ye Zhengyang would rather believe that Tang Zisu was guarding the room and laying wooden stakes than that the two of them would have any indescribable contact below the neck.

But even so, it doesn't mean Huazhu is willing to leave.If Tang Zisu took advantage of this opportunity and slipped away as soon as Huazhu and Huazhu said they were going to leave, who should be responsible for this matter?

So Ye Zhengyang went to find Hua Zhu with a guilty conscience, and then came back full of confidence.

When he asked Huazhu, Huazhu was sitting on Tang Zisu's body and forcefully fed him tonics. When he heard Ye Zhengyang say this, Huazhu smiled and asked Ye Zhengyang to hand him a piece of candied fruit and stuff it into Tang Zisu's mouth, and then replied, okay .

Ye Zhengyang was in a good mood and walked back, completely ignoring Tang Zisu who was tied to the bed and looked for help.

Probably people just like this kind of PLAY.

After getting Huazhu's consent, Ye Zhengyang went back to the house to look for Xu Aoxue. As soon as he entered the house, he saw a plate of chicken in front of Xu Aoxue. It was probably the remains of the pheasant he brought back this morning.

Ye Zhengyang sat next to Xu Aoxue with burning eyes, "Huazhu has agreed that we will leave today."

Xu Aoxue was a little surprised, but still nodded.

Ye Zhengyang's eyes were still burning.

"..." Xu Aoxue felt a little shivering.

Even though Ye Zhengyang's bright eyes looked very good-looking, but he couldn't stand Ye Zhengyang always looking at him like this.

Ye Zhengyang stared at Xu Aoxue with wide eyes.

Xu Aoxue said, "...what are you looking at?"

Ye Zhengyang returned, "I'm looking at you."

"...I'm not on the plate."

Ye Zhengyang restrained his expression, and said seriously, "I recently discussed Buddhism with Master Qingdeng."

Xu Aoxue remained expressionless, "And then."

"I felt that this pheasant died unexpectedly, and I couldn't bear it, so I cast a mournful look at it."

"..." What happened to this pheasant because of your second uncle?

Seen helplessly by Ye Zhengyang, Xu Aoxue stretched out his hand and broke off the two chicken legs of the pheasant and handed them to Ye Zhengyang. Ye Zhengyang didn't even bother to give Xu Aoxue such an embarrassing expression, and ran out directly with the two chicken legs. I was afraid that Xu Aoxue would regret it when he turned around.

He would not have betrayed his dignity for two chicken legs.Xu Aoxue's soul was shouting like this.

Then he calmly locked his door.

Glancing at the pheasant on the table that not only died unexpectedly, but also became dead because of Ye Zhengyang, Xu Aoxue seriously began to think about how to keep Ye Zhengyang away from Weiwei and Huazhu.

But since everyone agreed to the suggestion of starting the journey, they didn't waste any more time, and they set off on the road after all the things that should be prepared were prepared.

After an hour on the road, the corners of Ye Zhengyang's eyes twitched.

After two hours on the road, Shi Wei frowned.

Ye Zhengyang and Shiwei finally couldn't stand it any longer, and they cast accusing eyes on the flower candle together, pointing to the black unknown object on the maple tree nearby, "What is that?"

Anthurium spread her hands and smiled softly, "Our perilla."

As soon as Huazhu finished speaking, a life-chasing arrow swished from the maple tree next to her and hit Huazhu's left foot.

The corners of Ye Zhengyang's mouth twitched. Although Tang Zisu was chasing flowers and candles like a stalker before, at least he knew how to restrain himself and hide in the dark. After all this, Tang Zisu has now followed them in an upright manner.

It's just that this follower is not walking with them, or scurrying around in the trees.

If he was just like a stalker before, he is now a complete stalker.

Ye Zhengyang pointed to Tang Zisu on the tree, then pointed to the flower candle, pursed his lips, but finally said nothing.

Forget it, people may just like this kind of PLAY.

He now only thinks that if Tang Zisu was born now, he should be a master at playing poison.

The group of people did not stop all the way, although their walking speed was not fast, but after walking for more than half a day, they were almost at the exit of Fenghua Valley, and they were about to step into the official road leading to Chang'an.

Seeing that the sky was getting dark, Xu Aoxue suggested that they set up camp here. Fortunately, there was a tea shop nearby, so they didn't have to worry about keeping watch.

Apart from them, there were also some dart runners who camped near the tea shop. Looking at the large number of chariots and horses, one could tell that the bets were quite a lot of dart money.

Seeing Ye Zhengyang and the others appear, those people showed their vigilance. It was Xu Aoxue who showed his identity certificates, which made them relax their vigilance, and even invited them to come over for a night chat.

For dart runners like them, it wouldn't hurt to know a general.

Fortunately, the people in those bodyguard bureaus were generous, and it was a pleasure to get along with them. One of them was too drunk and grabbed Ye Zhengyang's hand to vomit bitterness, saying that he had an 80-year-old mother and an [-]-year-old daughter. Putting it on the belt is simply physically and mentally traumatic, and I want to find a blacksmith in the hidden sword to make a living.

When Ye Zhengyang was still thinking about the problem of late marriage and late childbearing in ancient times, Xu Aoxue threw the man's hand out calmly, and said sincerely in a deadpan tone that there are also many vacancies for blacksmithing in Tiance Mansion.

But with that group of people making noise, it was rare for them to feel happy. Even Shi Wei drank two glasses, stared at the green light next to him with bright eyes, and then fell asleep unconsciously.

Qing Deng said that it was the second time, and she was very used to it, so she took a clothes wrap and put it on her lap as a pillow for Shi Wei.

The first time was at Yang Ning's banquet in Tiance Mansion.

When the sky darkened, everyone had already fallen into a deep sleep. Ye Zhengyang, who had no alcohol, rarely woke up. His eyes were as bright as stars, staring at Xu Aoxue's sleeping profile, full of thoughts.

Why do I snore louder after drinking alcohol?

Ye Zhengyang, who couldn't sleep, simply got up and watched the others fall asleep. Even Tang Zisu, who was carrying him on the tree, had his eyes closed.

The night sky of Fenghua Valley is full of stars, and a full moon falls low and low on the sky, bringing a different kind of tranquility.

Ye Zhengyang brought his Yufeng and Zhiyan Duanchen together, and walked on the moonlight alone, planning to take a walk in Fenghua Valley. It was better to hypnotize himself than to listen to the snoring of these people here.

The moonlight was just right, and autumn was like water. Ye Zhengyang was walking slowly on the hillside alone, enjoying the cool autumn, when he heard a strange sound coming through, and after that, the sound continued continuously, making one's hair stand on end in this night.

Ye Zhengyang looked up at the full moon above his head.

... Is his life finally changing from a martial arts drama to a fantasy drama?

Who is this werewolf who didn't lock it up at night and ran out to punish the enemy on behalf of the moon?

Ye Zhengyang tightened his epee behind his back, intending that if a werewolf really ran out, he would faint with the epee and send him to Azkaban.

In the end, the werewolf didn't see it, but saw a hexagonal gazebo. The gazebo had probably been idle for a long time, and no one came to clean it. There were three big characters written on the dark plaque. Ye Zhengyang squinted his eyes and carefully identified it before he barely recognized it. There are two characters Jiang and Ting, but the remaining character is still undecipherable.

The person in the pavilion is dressed in white, elegant and elegant, with a proud demeanor flowing naturally from his posture.He held a piece of piccolo in his hand, the piccolo was like jade, which made the man even more like a learned and talented scholar.

It's just that there is an air of aloofness between the brows. Even Ye Zhengyang, who thinks he has seen a big scene, can't help but marvel at the man's demeanor.

Among the Swordsman, the only one who has this kind of demeanor is the villain Guzhu Wang Yifeng.

...Ye Zhengyang seems to know why Wang Yifeng was able to kill 10 people in Gongcheng just by playing the flute.

From just now, Wang Yifeng's flute seems to be just repeating the same bar...

One of the main quests: Invite the owner of the Valley of the Wicked, Snow Demon King Yifeng, to drink tea (unfinished)

The corners of Ye Zhengyang's mouth froze. This task seems to be a bit difficult, can he just give up.

[System Warning: Abandoning the mission is considered as the player giving up the existence of the system, please think twice before acting. 】

[System Warning: Abandoning the mission is considered as the player giving up the existence of the system, please think twice before acting. 】

[System Warning: Abandoning the mission is considered as the player giving up the existence of the system, please think twice before acting. 】

Ye Zhengyang's expression became serious at that time. Since the system repeated it three times, it means that this thing is very important.

Putting aside the idea of ​​giving up the mission, Ye Zhengyang straightened his robes, and tried his best to shamelessly move forward, "Hi, senior."

Wang Yifeng finally put down the flute and slipped it back into his waist, "Little brother, hello."

Ye Zhengyang breathed a sigh of relief, if the other party didn't play the flute, it wouldn't be so scary.

Seeing that Ye Zhengyang nodded and smiled without speaking, Wang Yifeng didn't bother to continue the conversation, but then raised the flute to his mouth.

"Wait a minute!" Ye Zhengyang let out a heart-piercing howl at that time, which shocked people like Wang Yifeng for a moment.

Even he began to doubt whether he had reached the state of not being moved, and the move came first, which caused the child to cry bitterly when he saw his flute.

Ye Zhengyang looked at Wang Yifeng with sincere eyes, "Senior, you see that the night is so beautiful, it is fate that you and I met each other, can you talk about life with this junior."

"..." He played the flute so loudly that anyone within ten feet could hear it. How could it be fate to find him?

Ye Zhengyang thought for a while, and then put on an upright expression, "Senior, you see that you are tired from playing the flute for so long, why don't you talk to me to ease your mood."

"..." His intuition told him that maybe talking to this person would only ease his mood and make him want another massacre.

But seeing Ye Zhengyang's sincere eyes, Wang Yifeng backed away a bit. He was in a good mood recently, and he didn't want to let nothing spoil his interest, so he said immediately, "What do you want to talk about."

Seeing that Wang Yifeng had no desire to play the flute anymore, Ye Zhengyang breathed a sigh of relief, suddenly remembered something, and said seriously, "Senior, did you ever know that there were two teenagers walking together and being chased and killed passing by here?"

Wang Yifeng glanced at him and said indifferently, "I know."

Ye Zhengyang asked, "Then they..."

"One went to the valley of the wicked in the north." Wang Yifeng pulled out his flute and pointed to the cliff in front, "The other one is below."