The monks didn't chase after them, so the two of them kept on going at a leisurely pace, heading west all the way.
Liuhezong had to cross a turbulent river in the Eight Wastelands. There are many ferry boats along the river, but it is busy at this time, but they dare not raise the price.
"Why didn't the price increase?" Chen Ziqi waited by the river for a long time, just when he couldn't bear to ask Diao Lie to carry him over, he finally got on the boat and couldn't help complaining. If the boatman raises the price, he can take the boat first if he has money.
"Hey, we are all from Jianghu, how dare we offend." The black-and-yellow boatman shook his head helplessly. People in the rivers and lakes, if they disagree with each other, they will kill with a knife. If they can safely receive the shipping fee, they will be thankful. How can they dare to increase the price
Chen Ziqi looked at the boatman's skinny arm and frowned slightly.
After crossing the river, there were few green trees, and the sandstorm suddenly became larger. I don't know what the ancestors of Liuhe Sect thought, to set up the sect on this wasteland.
"The sky is high and the earth is wide. Only then can we create the 'Eight Desolate Promise' and other great open and close exercises," Dan Yi motioned for him to put on a bamboo hat to block the wind and sand, "Just go near Liuyang City."
"Have you been here before?" Chen Ziqi put the hat on his head and turned to look at him. He always thought that this chicken had never been out of the house like him, but this time he came out and found that Dan Yi knew the way very well, and he even knew where there were snacks and scenery.
"Well, my father brought me here when I was a child." Dan Yi looked at the endless wasteland in front of him with some nostalgia.
Chen Ziqi blinked, and a big phoenix appeared in his mind, carrying a small hair ball, soaring into the sky.
"Son, Dad will take you to meet the world."
"Chirp!"
Dan Yi didn't know what Chen Ziqi was thinking, so he took him to Liuyang City quickly.
Through the wasteland, green trees and crops gradually increased, and more and more martial arts people were encountered. Outside Liuyang City, he suddenly met with Su Xinzong and his party.
The head of Su Xinzong, Zhao Surou, came with a group of disciples, Gu is a young girl, wearing pale pink clothes, with a nine-section whip around her waist. There were only two of them dressed in pale yellow, who were Zhao Surou's younger sisters of the same generation.
Yu Linglong and Yu Furong were among them, still covering their faces with a veil, and seeing Chen Ziqi riding a tall horse, he was stunned for a moment.
The young man who was undersized back then has grown into a man like the pines and jade bamboos, and his aura is as cold as frost, which is daunting. Is this really the rogue prince who didn't know martial arts back then
"Master Zhao, stay safe." Chen Ziqi said hello to Zhao Surou. As soon as he spoke, the peach blossom eyes naturally brought a smile, just like the enlightenment of ice and snow in early spring, a peach blossom suddenly appeared, and a few young girls blushed quietly.
Zhao Surou naturally recognized Chen Ziqi, and when she saw him, she became angry, "How dare you appear in front of me?"
"The road leads to the north and south, but I can't go where Su Xinzong can go. Besides, my concubine is still by your side." Chen Ziqi raised his horse whip and lazily pointed at Yu Linglong and Yu Furong.
Concubine, what an embarrassing word, Yu Furong hurriedly lowered her head, Yu Linglong was a little indignant but could not refute. They did live in Jane's mansion for a period of time, and their names were also concubines for the prince.
"You..." Zhao Surou was so angry that she raised her hand to teach him a lesson.
Chen Ziqi hurriedly ducked to the side, and Dan Yi, who was behind him, took action and easily pushed Zhao Surou away. Zhao Surong was shocked by the powerful internal force, and looked at this handsome young man in surprise.
Then everyone noticed Dan Yi next to Chen Ziqi, and couldn't help but startled. If Chen Ziqi's beauty is as dazzling as peach blossoms, Danyi's beauty is as radiant as the blazing sun. Such an amazing appearance must be the first to attract attention. But the strange thing is that for a long time, everyone just stared at Chen Ziqi and didn't notice Dan Yi's existence at all.
When the Danyang Divine Art is practiced to the fifth level, it can reach the so-called natural state of the so-called supreme, far-reaching method. As long as he restrains the momentum around him, the whole person will be integrated with the surrounding, making it difficult for people to perceive.
"Let's go." Dan Yi said lightly, not wanting to be entangled with these troublesome nuns, turned the horse's head, and walked straight to Liuyang City. Chen Ziqi walked side by side with him, glanced back at the two masked sisters, showed an inexplicable smile, and left slowly.
"Senior sister, why did he say that you are his concubine?" A junior sister who didn't know the truth asked curiously.
"Nothing, he's just a disciple." Yu Linglong said angrily.
Yu Furong looked at the tall and straight back, silently fascinated.
Liuyang City is under the rule of Liuhe Sect, and it is no less than Luoyang, even more prosperous. Because of the martial arts conference, countless people from the rivers and lakes flocked, causing the streets in the city to be somewhat impassable.
The two hungry people did not go to Fengling Building, but went straight to a restaurant.
This restaurant is one of the best restaurants in Liuyang City, called Liuyang Zhenweiju, which is well-known far and near. It was already past noon, but it was still crowded and lively.
After tying the horse to the tie-horse stone in front of the door, Chen Ziqi motioned for Xiao Er to find an elegant seat.
"I'm sorry, guest officer, the seats are full, and there is only one table left in the lobby." Xiao Er shook the towel on his shoulders, with a tone unique to the Northwest, with a simple and honest smile.
"The lobby is the lobby," Chen Ziqi felt his starving stomach, and sat down at the table without being picky, "Bring your signature dishes to five plates, another fresh fruit, whatever, and a pot of wine. ."
"Okay!" Xiao Er responded and walked quickly. In a short time, a few plates of large dishes and a plate of washed crabapples were served.
These dishes, big fish and big meat, are full of weight, and Chen Ziqi's index finger can be seen moving. However, Dan Yi, a picky eater, doesn't like meat very much, so Chen Ziqi specially ordered him a plate of fresh fruit.
First, he took a crabapple and handed it to Dan Yi, watching him take a bite gracefully, Chen Ziqi suddenly felt that the little fairy raised in his family was not Chang E, but the delicate phoenix in front of him.
"What's wrong?" Seeing him staring at him, Dan Yi raised his hand and took a chopstick for him.
"You're so beautiful, I'll take a look at it so I can eat." Chen Ziqi smiled, took a big mouthful of food, chewed it twice, and suddenly his face changed, and he spit it out.
He slapped one on the table and asked Xiao Er to come over, Chen Zi pooh pooh twice, and pointed to the plate of fried meat, "You don't put salt on this meat!"
"If you put salt, you just put less salt. The guest officer doesn't want this?" Xiao Er was very surprised. In the past few days, the Jianghu people in Liuyang City have asked not to put salt in their meals. If they put too much, they will definitely make them lose their temper. Yesterday, their shopkeeper was almost hacked to death by a big swordsman, and it was only because people from Liuhezong came forward in time that nothing happened.
Hearing the movement here, people around eating in full swing looked over.
"At first glance, it's a coward who didn't go to Beimo to fight."
"That's right, you have to eat vegetables with salt."
In recent years, the border has been unstable, and Emperor Tiande summoned masters from various sects to fight against the Xiongnu in the northern desert. Disciples of the famous sect will go there in turn, and those who have been there are very proud of it, and they can boast for three days when they come back.
Chen Ziqi was at a loss when he heard it, why does it have something to do with going to the battlefield if you don't put salt in the meal
The author has something to say: Small Theater:
Knight A: Wow, look, that person put salt in his meal
Knight B: That's right, even putting salt, he's a heretic
Knight Three: Heretics, Must Be Burned
Qiqi: This world is full of malice, I want to stick to my truth
Bird Attack: →_→ Who forbid my wife to eat salt, drag it out and burn it to death
Knights A&B&C: Salt is good, salt is good, and salt is the weather vane of socialism! QAQ