Chapter 307

After hearing Zhao Jiu's long sigh, Xuanwu and the other three chuckled in unison. Young Master still wants to make progress!

It's a pity that Zhao didn't mean it at all. progress? If he gets further in, he will be the boss of Jinyiwei! The reason why he was distressed and resentful about not being caught alive was simply because the stolen goods were not completely planted!

If the old score is turned over in the future, it will be hard to kill!

Suzaku patted the back of his hand and comforted him: "Check it slowly, we have plenty of time, don't be in a hurry."

Xuanwu also echoed, "Yes, Mr. Zhao, there are people above who are still afraid of walking? You are still young, there is no need to rush."

After a pause, he then persuaded: "How about we go ahead and explain things about the barbarians clearly? Those rats can't escape!"

After thinking for a while, Zhao felt that this was the only way to go, so he nodded as if he agreed.

"Okay, that's right!" Xuanwu returned to the cheerful Maitreya Buddha appearance, and said with a smile: "I'm done eating, you eat slowly, I'll send a letter to the superior right now."

He clapped his hands and stood up, pushing the chair away to walk out. Zhao grabbed Xuanwu's sleeve at the last second before he left the table and met his puzzled eyes.

He warned: "Remember to mention in your letter that they were also responsible for the fire in Chuzhou."

"Ouch." Xuanwu woke up in surprise and said with a smile, "I really forgot about this, thanks to the young master for reminding me."

After thinking for a moment, he said with understanding: "I really need to write it down, I almost missed it. Hahaha."

"Hahaha, it's a trivial matter." Zhao let go of his sleeves and showed a long-lost smile.

The two people's eyes collided, and just for a moment, they laughed in unison. Bai Hu and Suzaku looked confused and couldn't figure out what they were laughing at.

"What are you laughing at?" Suzaku was curious.

Zhao was perfunctory and said, "It's okay, I remember the scene when we first met."

"Quite interesting."

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On the official road to Hexi, ten people who had been running around all night stopped, holding on to the big tree on the side of the road and breathing heavily.

The corners of Wusheng Old Mother's mouth were bright red, her hair was messy, and she was in a miserable state. Looking at the archer who was leaning against the big tree, Youzai asked accusingly: "Boy, what does Old Ghost Li mean? Why didn't he come and asked you to come instead?"

The angry old ghost sitting under the tree was also angry and said angrily: "I can understand that Old Ghost Li is afraid of trouble. But, doesn't he dare to fight between young masters?"

Likewise, Mother Wuji never took her eyes off the archer. She was the most seriously injured, first being beaten to shame by Suzaku, and then White Tiger's iron fist, which she mostly dealt with.

I have been holding back my anger. If she hadn't been hurt too badly, she would have been the first to speak.

But the archer is also aggrieved. Isn't it my fault to save your lives? If it weren't for me, you might not be alive now! It’s really a dog biting Lu Dongbin!

He spread his hands and said angrily: "My master is coming? Then we have to find his people first! If we can't find him, I will have to do it."

"Then again, I can help too!"

Seeing this situation, the scholar hurriedly stood up and comforted several people, "Why should we fight among ourselves here? It is more important to return to Hexi first. When we return to Hexi, we will have time to quarrel."

The angry old ghost snorted and teased: "Scholar, don't be a good person! You brought that boy back."

"You, hum!" The scholar waved his sleeves angrily and quickly stepped aside, no longer intending to get involved in anything between them.

The atmosphere was so silent that Wuji's mother had no choice but to mediate, otherwise there would be a fight.

She waved her hand and spoke softly to persuade: "Okay, okay, let's stop blaming each other!"

Seeing that Wusheng Old Mother and Angry Old Ghost were still unhappy, she had no choice but to wave her hands to signal them to stop talking, and then reassured Archer, "Baby, they are just angry. Don't take their words to heart. Just treat them as angry words."

"I know." The archer stood up straight and raised his hand to interrupt.

He said in a deep voice: "I have done what needs to be done. I have other things to do, so let's just leave it at that."

After speaking, without waiting for anyone to react, he turned around and left without any hesitation.

"As expected of Old Ghost Li's disciples, they are all dead-tempered!" Looking at the archer's retreating back, the angry Old Ghost shook his head and joked.

Wuji's old mother said helplessly: "Stop saying a few words, old ghost. Aren't you afraid that old ghost Li will give you an arrow?"

"What are you afraid of?" said the angry old ghost.

The tough-tongued look made everyone laugh. Since their cultivation level was not as high as that of the angry old ghost, most of them suppressed their laughter.

The tense atmosphere of conflict in the field dissipated a lot.

After resting enough, the group set off again and headed north along the official road.

After walking for a long time, I saw a tea stall next to the bare official road from a distance, with a broken flag fluttering and a twisted saying: One penny, one bowl. The nine people looked at each other, wondering, would there be any sound when setting up a stall selling tea in the wilderness?

Everyone is a veteran of the world, and they know that when things go wrong, there will be monsters. There was something wrong with this tea stall, so it was better to ignore it.

They didn't speak, and made up their minds to walk over silently. But when the tea stall owner saw a group of them, his face suddenly became happy. He hurriedly counted the number of people, and when he found that there were exactly nine, the joy on his face turned into surprise.

He hurriedly waved and shouted: "Nine distinguished guests, the tea is ready. Come and have a drink before you leave!"

They stopped. Mother Wusheng looked back at the tea stall owner with a weathered face, pointed at herself and asked: "Stall owner, are you calling us?"

"Yes, auntie, I called you." The stall owner said affirmatively.

He quickly placed nine bowls and filled them with hot tea. He raised his hand and said, "I am from the countryside. I can't make any good tea. I can only drink this kind of rough tea. Please don't mind it, guests."

"But we didn't say we wanted to drink tea." Wusheng's mother asked in confusion.

The stall owner smiled and said, "I know, someone else ordered it for you. Someone asked me to set up a tea stall here, saying that if nine people pass by later, as long as I pour them tea, whether they drink it or not, they will give me ten taels of silver!"

"I have been waiting for almost a day, and only you pass by, and there are exactly nine of you. Auntie, tell me, who else could it be if not you?"

Everyone was stunned, and a sense of danger slowly spread in their hearts. Wusheng's mother laughed, walked over slowly with her hands behind her back, and asked kindly, "Is the stall owner from nearby?"

"Yes, yes. Auntie, I am from a small mountain village ten miles away." The stall owner said.

Wusheng's mother frowned. But the stall owner in front of her looked normal. He had thick calluses on his hands and mud marks on his calves. He looked like an old farmer who worked in the fields all year round.

She took out her purse and asked tentatively, "Oh, so. We are in a hurry to get on the road, so we won't drink tea. One cent a bowl, right?"

The old man waved his hand hastily and said with a smile, "No money, the person who asked me to come here paid."

"I'll treat you to it!"