Chapter 56 Ghost Valley Calculation

Drink alone under the moon, drunkenness. Zhang Zixuan also learned to drink.

Yang's house was very lively. She celebrated the return of Yang Ziyuan with lanterns and wished her the beginning of her journey of cultivation.

"Zixuan drank alone, which inevitably dissipate the old face." Yang Wentong blushed and seemed to have drunk a lot. It happened that Zhang Zixuan was drunk alone, so he suddenly wanted to talk to him.

"Elder Yang knows that I don't mean it." Zhang Zixuan smiled, stood up and asked Yang Wentong to sit down.

Yang Wentong looked at Zhang Zixuan drunk. He didn't know how the teenager became so mature and said twice: "Okay! OK!" I don't know what's good.

"It coincides with the meeting, and the boy also has something to ask Elder Yang. The boy should do three times first. At present, it is three glasses of wine.

Yang Wentong smelled the aroma of wine and couldn't help it for a long time. He also returned three cups: "Hahaha! When the girl in Ziyuan is drunk and can't wake up, you can ask what you want to ask.

"I want to know if 'Xiaoqian World' is original?"

"Oh?" Yang Wentong was confused for a while, and then laughed: "How can I have such magic power? Naturally, there are great people to guide you.

Zhang Zixuan frowned and took a sip of wine: "A master?"

"It seems that you are a little interested in this matter, so I'll say it all." Yang Wentong drank up the yellow soup in the cup, smashed his mouth beautifully, and then began to narrate.

It turned out that Yang Wentong wandered around the world in those years, and his business was very bleak. Even so, he still works hard to make money and support his family. Until one day...

"Mom! Leave your money behind! Our brothers will let you live!" Five masked men surrounded Yang Wentong heavily, and the big knife in his hand went straight against Yang Wentong's neck.

Yang Wentong could not do any martial arts. Seeing the ghost's big knife in the hands of those people, he was so scared that he trembled. However, the money in his pocket is only a little savings left in the family. If it is lost, I'm afraid that the family can't even eat.

"A few big brothers! At least save some for me..." Yang Wentong forced himself to calm down and begged a few people in a low voice.

"Fuck you!" Before Yang Wentong finished speaking, one of the masked men kicked it down and said coldly, "Let's save some for you. How about our brothers go to eat the northwest wind?"

Another masked man answered impatiently, "Don't talk nonsense with him. If you can't, just chop him up. It's not the first time for brothers to take the money from the dead.

"Oh, forget it. Take the money and leave, and make less killings. The remaining masked man looked at Yang Wentong's honest and couldn't bear to say, "Brothers, don't you just eat for a living? Why?"

"I said monkey, what do you mean by your grandmother?" The person who proposed to chop out Yang Wentong's tone was very disdainful: "After learning for a few days, it's different from his grandmother!"

"You! ......”

"All right, all right! Damn, what's the quarrel between my brothers? At the beginning, the man who spoke made a round, and then turned his head to Yang Wentong: "You hand it over. In the future, everyone will be fine. If you don't hand it in, I'll let you go back to the west first, and then we'll take it away. Think about it yourself.

Yang Wentong saw that these five people are all bandits who kill countless people, but this money is his family's life-saving money! How can you throw it away at will? At this moment, the money bag is tightened again.

"His grandma's! This guy is a miser! Let me solve him." After saying that, the masked man held up the ghost-headed knife and was about to fall.

Yang Wentong also closed his eyes tightly and was ready to die. But when he heard a "pop", the ghost knife fell to the ground.

"His grandma! Which bastard?" The masked man covered his right hand as if he had been hit by something heavy.

"It's me, it's me!" A person suddenly emerged from the grass, which surprised the five masked people and Yang Wentong.

Yang Wen went to the man and saw that the man was very strange, with a small nose and small eyes, crooked lips, strange ears, and his left arm over his knees. He looked at several people with a strange smile on his face.

"Friend, the road is facing the sky, and each walks half way. They all eat Jianghu rice. Why don't you leave a way?" The only person among the masked people who didn't speak couldn't help but be vigilant when he saw that the strange man had such ability.

"Kill Nian, Kill Nian!" The weirdo laughed and said, "If I kill you, it's your retribution. The cycle of cause and effect can't circulate on me! Hey hey."

"Mom, are you on that road?" The masked man who spoke first asked.

The weirdo didn't answer, and he casually said with a smile, "Insult the Venerable... Forbid."

Several masked robbers wanted to talk again, but they found that they couldn't open their mouths. They reached out and touched them, and their mouths disappeared! Because of the place where there is a mouth, it turned into a whiteboard! Only then did I know that I met the immortals!

"Are you leaving yet?" The weirdo looked at the horrible expressions of those people and smiled, "Hey hey, this is a little punishment. If you commit it again in the future..."

When several masked robbers heard the words, they really left quickly and never looked back.

"Hey, little thing!" The weirdo turned his head and shouted at Yang Wentong, "Are you stupid too? Oh, you are still a mortal..."

Yang Wentong heard the strange man call him a little thing, and he was more sure that the person in front of him was a fairy! He quickly knelt down and worshipped, "Wentong thanked the immortals for saving their lives!"

"Immortal? I'm not a fairy! Let me think about the previous name... Oh! It turns out that my name is Gui Guzi. When Gui Guzi said this, he suddenly laughed, and a crooked yellow tooth burst out of his mouth.

"Are you in the tea business?" Gui Guzi stretched out his hand and grabbed it, grabbed a dark green tea leaf in the void, and then put it on Yang Wentong's mouth: "Try it!"

Yang Wentong took it, and then looked at Gui Guzi helplessly: "Excuse me, senior ghost... Where is the teacup?"

"Tea cup?" Gui Guzi thought about it first, and suddenly his fingers quickly pointed to Yang Wentong. Yang Wentong was shocked, but he saw Gui Guzi's fingers stop in front of him: "Isn't this a teacup?"

Yang Wentong looked at his chest doubtfully and felt a little enlightened in his heart. People are the cup, the heart is water, and the tea moistens the soul. He suddenly wanted to thank Gui Guzi for his point. He looked up and found that there was no trace of Gui Guzi?

However, the enlightenment in his heart began to sprout slowly. Finally, he entered the Tao with martial arts and became a generation of martial arts saints.

So that's it. Zhang Zixuan began to guess the identity of the mysterious Guiguzi.

"I still keep those tea leaves. I hope to see my teacher one day and make a cup of tea for him with my own hands." When Yang Wentong said this, he cried bitterly.

Zhang Zixuan smiled twice, and then said, "Elder Yang, have you really considered that senior's words?"

After saying that, Zhang Zixuan walked away without explanation, leaving only Yang Wentong with a puzzled face. It seems that the mystery of this small world has to be solved by Zhang Zixuan himself.

The autumn wind was bleak, which made Zhang Zixuan, who had just got up, shiver. He walked to the Suyuan Hall. Yang Wentong was sitting at the top, next to a green tea. The tea has no seductive aroma at all, and even the color of the tea looks a little dim.

However, Yang Wentong still drank with relish. From time to time, he would put down the teacup and think for a while.

"Senior, farewell to the junior." When Zhang Zixuan saw Yang Wentong's appearance, he expected that he would definitely benefit from his own words last night.

Only then did Yang Wentong notice Zhang Zixuan: "Oh? It's Zixuan! Are you leaving? What about Ziyuan? She is still asleep."

Zhang Zixuan shook his head: "Let her go. Maybe it's good to be with you at home. There are many difficulties on this road before any goal has been achieved. If Ziyuan is accompanied, there are three advantages and disadvantages. How can I deal with myself?

"In that case, I won't force it. Just remember to come again." Yang Wentong got up and wanted to send Zhang Zixuan out.

"Senior, stay, and I'll go out by myself." Zhang Zixuan persuaded.

"It doesn't matter. Then take your time." Yang Wentong was not a procrastinator. Seeing that Zhang Zixuan was in a hurry to leave, he did not force him to stay: "Yes, Zixuan. This tea was given to me by the master in those years. If you taste it carefully, it is really not satisfactory. But I think the tea is fragrant.

When Zhang Zixuan heard the words, he smiled rarely, and then left Su Yuan without looking back.

His purpose is naturally Beijing City. First, Di Zhong, Tianxue and Feng Chengdu are in Beijing. If Le Tian wants to leave, she must meet them first. The second is the blood collection hall. What is the connection between the master's disappearance and the blood collection hall? Has the blood collection hall been completely destroyed?

The "friends come from afar" inn is as lively as before. In the bustling dining room, the guys shuttled through the whole dining room.

"Brother Zhang?" As soon as Zhang Zixuan entered the inn, he saw it at a glance: "What wind blew you here? Ha ha."

When Zhang Zixuan saw the abruptness, he nodded slightly and said, "Brother Tang is polite. I'm here to ask if you have seen my senior sisters.

"Oh, they! I moved out a few days ago. Suddenly, he saw that Zhang Zixuan was different from a few days ago. He still told Zhang Zixuan what he knew.

"Well, I know. Does Brother Tang know about the blood collection hall? Zhang Zixuan then asked.

As soon as he asked this question, he found that in the inn, a few bundles of eyes suddenly glanced at him. He suddenly tightened his expression and pulled him aside: "Brother Zhang! Don't hurt me! Don't you know the recent blood collection case?

Zhang Zixuan tightened his heart and said, "I would like to hear more about it."

He looked around abruptly and pulled Zhang Zixuan upstairs.