Chapter 971: Some Things Are Not up to You

Zhang Chuan carried vegetables to Xishan's kitchen. There was a small vegetable garden here, and some vegetables were grown there, but it was not big. It was difficult to support a mountain of Taoists. Moreover, the vegetables grown in the small vegetable garden were only a few. It's just a rare variety found in the mountains. The owner of the vegetable garden never thought that he would use the vegetables from this small vegetable garden to support a mountain of Taoists.

"Brother Zhang, why did you pick the vegetables yourself and go up the mountain again this time? Haven't you stopped doing the work yourself a long time ago?"

A Taoist saw Zhang Chuan and was curious and joked. Zhang Chuan took over the task of delivering food to Xishan ten years ago, but three years ago, he rarely went to the mountain. After all, the business was huge, and he only needed to control the food. As long as the quality is good, you don’t need to do it yourself.

Zhang Chuan laughed, "Isn't it true that today has been delivering food to Xishan for ten years? On this great day, I have to come in person to commemorate it."

The Taoist said oh and said with a smile, "That's right, ten years is not a short time."

Ten years is a long time for ordinary people.

But for people like them who are cultivators, it is not too long.

The Taoist glanced at the vegetable farmers behind Zhang Chuan and spotted the man wearing a bamboo hat. He asked with some confusion, "Is this?" 🅆

The Taoist who has been responsible for cooking in the back kitchen for who knows how many years can naturally remember what the vegetable farmer looks like every time he goes to the mountain to deliver vegetables. Looking at that person, although he has not seen his face, judging from his body shape, he also looks like a farmer. It feels strange.

Zhang Chuan was stunned for a moment, but then he reacted, "The newly recruited guy is quite smart. I'm planning to leave all the errands to him in the future. This time I went up the mountain to show him to the immortals."

The Taoist smiled slightly. After hearing this, he didn't go into details. A vegetable farmer who delivers vegetables is indeed nothing worth paying attention to. Besides, Zhang Chuan has been responsible for delivering vegetables for ten years, and he has never done anything. Mistakes.

So the Taoist took some money out of his pocket and said with a smile, "This job is not very particular. As long as the food delivered by Brother Zhang is fresh enough, everything else is really unimportant."

Zhang Chuan took the money and said with a smile, "It's the immortals who are tolerant, otherwise we wouldn't be able to do this job so comfortably."

Afterwards, Zhang Chuan chatted with the Taoist for some time, and was about to turn around and leave. But just as he was about to turn around, the Taoist suddenly said, "There are a lot of things going on in the mountains these days. The kitchen needs someone to cook the fire. Otherwise, Brother Zhang will leave it to others." Help me, it won’t take long, it’s just a sight.”

While talking, he handed some more money to Zhang Chuan.

Zhang Chuan pushed the money over and said with a smile: "This is not a big deal, there is no need to add money."

Afterwards, Zhang Chuan looked at the man wearing a bamboo hat and said, "Just stay and help.

When climbing mountains, the immortals will naturally guide you. "

After saying this, Zhang Chuan took the people away, leaving only the man wearing a bamboo hat.

After watching Zhang Chuan leave, the Taoist said straight to the point with a smile, "Why do you want to sneak up the mountain? You spies like Daliang have really good noses and can smell the slightest smell. They are really good dogs."

The man wearing a bamboo hat said nothing.

"Take off the hat. What are you still doing with it? Do you still want to take it to the coffin?"

The Taoist sneered and stretched out his hand to take the man's bamboo hat. However, when he stretched out his hand in mid-air, the man grabbed his wrist. After that, the Taoist was even more shocked to find that his hand seemed to be stuck in the mire. No matter what, No way I can pull it out.

Without waiting for the Taoist to speak, the man in the bamboo hat reached out and took off his own bamboo hat, revealing his true appearance.

The Taoist's eyes widened and he was speechless.

Because he had seen that face before.

After all, that man had been to Khe Sanh before, and with his reputation, it was hard to forget.

Chen Chao looked at the man and said calmly, "When I don't want to enter the coffin, it's difficult for someone to send me to the coffin."

The Taoist did not dare to speak, not only because he knew Chen Chao's realm, but also because he knew his reputation.

Although Wan Tian Palace and Daliang are on good terms, Chen Chao's reputation outside the country is still very scary.

“What happened in Khe Sanh recently?”

Chen Chao got straight to the point and calmly looked at the Taoist in front of him and asked. Although he didn't say what the consequences would be if he didn't answer his questions, from the look in his eyes, the Taoist also knew the result.

His face was pale, but he gritted his teeth tightly and was unwilling to speak.

When Chen Chao saw this, he didn't say anything nonsense, but the next moment, his wrist was broken.

Chen Chao said, "I don't know if I can keep silent until your bones are broken, but I want to try."

The Taoist's forehead was covered with beads of sweat as big as beans. As he listened to these words, an unspeakable terror spread in his heart and gradually took over his heart.

But before he could speak, a voice suddenly sounded from behind him, "What are you doing bullying a little guy in the Shenzang Realm?"

After hearing this, Chen Chao let go of the Taoist's hand in front of him, turned around and looked at

Go, a white-haired Taoist with a withered face is standing at the door.

Chen Chao asked, "Who is your Excellency?"

The white-haired Taoist smiled and said, "He's just a vegetable grower."

Chen Chao said oh, then smiled and said, "Since you have spoken, I will bully you."

The white-haired Taoist smiled and said, "Young people don't speak softly. I'm afraid you don't have the ability."

Chen Chao didn't speak and just smiled.

He looked at the white-haired Taoist in front of him and just walked forward.

A mountain-like pressure spread out in an instant, covering the white-haired Taoist.

The white-haired Taoist's face changed. He was no longer relaxed, but became a little solemn.

"Who are you?"

The white-haired Taoist's face changed. He had been guarding the vegetable garden for so many years, focusing on growing vegetables. This was his practice. For so many years, not to mention how much he knew about things outside the mountain, he was afraid that he could not recognize all the Taoists in the stream and mountain.

Chen Chao laughed dumbly, "I thought you knew me."

The white-haired Taoist's face was ugly. He originally thought that the young man in front of him was just an ordinary official of the Daliang Dynasty, but at this moment, he found that he was wrong.

The identity of the young man in front of him was definitely not ordinary. I'm afraid that even Wangyou couldn't stop him.

Chen Chao said calmly, "It's okay to take advantage of your age in front of others, but if you want to do this in front of me, you are really wrong."

The white-haired Taoist couldn't speak anymore. His aura kept overflowing, and he was fighting against the young warrior in front of him.

And this young warrior who had already been famous for a long time just said calmly, "You have to think about it carefully. If I don't get the answer I want later, you can die."

This sentence was not said to the white-haired Taoist.

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After half a quarter of an hour, the white-haired Taoist sat down on the ground dejectedly, gasping for breath, and was no longer able to stand up. Chen Chao glanced at him and turned back to the kitchen.

In less than half a quarter of an hour, Chen Chao walked out of the kitchen and looked at the white-haired Taoist. His eyes were no longer as calm as before, but with a few more murderous intent.

When the white-haired Taoist saw Chen Chao like this, he already knew that this young warrior knew everything.

Chen Chao looked at the old Taoist in front of him and asked, "If you can't live, you have to let others die for you?"

The white-haired Taoist didn't say anything.

Chen Chao's eyes showed a trace of disgust, and he said calmly, "Answer me."

The white-haired Taoist sneered, "Do you think you are..."

Before he finished speaking, he could no longer speak, because Chen Chao had stretched out his hand to pinch his neck, looking at him indifferently, "In your eyes, Zhu Xia is just a fruit?"

The white-haired Taoist's face was extremely ugly. Because he couldn't breathe, his face became redder and redder, and then turned blue and purple.

He was destined to never be able to speak again.

The veins on Chen Chao's arm swelled, and the hand became more and more powerful, and the throat of the white-haired Taoist was instantly crushed.

After that, the murderous intent in Chen Chao's eyes surged.

After knowing that Zhu Xia was in trouble, he had some vague guesses. Now that the guesses have been confirmed, Chen Chao has many surprises besides anger.

He always thought that the people in Wantian Palace have always been the kind of people who practice casually, and the Taoists on the mountain should be the kind of people who don't fight with the world, but now it seems that it is not.

In fact, it is normal to think about it. In a sect, it is destined that not all people are good people.

Since this is the case, we have to clear it up.

Chen Chao took a deep breath, dragged the corpse of the white-haired Taoist priest and walked towards the mountain.

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There was a long mountain road between the kitchen and the main hall, where Taoist priests began to gather. Since the Wantian Palace was the leader of the Taiping Dao lineage in the Taoist sect, it was destined to be different from those small sects, but would have real foundation. Moreover, this matter was so big that those old Taoist priests who usually practiced in seclusion could not sit still and would naturally show up.

Therefore, there were quite a few Taoist priests on the mountain road at this moment.

When Chen Chao appeared on the mountain road, those Taoist priests looked at the corpse of the white-haired Taoist priest held by Chen Chao, and their faces were very ugly.

"Chen Chao, this matter is my Xishan family affair, I'm afraid it's not your turn to take care of it!"

A Taoist priest spoke loudly on the mountain road.

Chen Chao let go of the corpse of the white-haired Taoist priest in his hand, and did not answer the Taoist priest's question. He just looked ahead and said calmly, "I just want to know where Zhu Xia is."

But when Chen Chao said this, none of the Taoist priests on the entire mountain road answered this question.

Chen Chao looked at them, rolled up his sleeves, exhaled a breath, and said calmly, "Zhu Xia... it's better to be alive."