First Immortal of the Sword Chapter 269: Wenzhou Wang Zhuo
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The fourth day of April.
It was an unusual day for ordinary people in Dazhou.
But for many major forces in Dazhou, this day has a different meaning.
Because today, the seventeen-year-old Wu Zong Su Yi will set off for Yujing City!
There are already turbulent waves in the dark.
Murder!
Water chestnut ridge.
Located in a deep mountain about 100 miles away from Gunzhou City, it is named after its shape like a "water chestnut".
Its uphill rock is steep and inaccessible.
A dilapidated earth temple built in an unknown year and month stands alone on the side of the mountain road.
The gate of the temple is crumbling and decaying, and the inside is covered with cobwebs and dust.
It was approaching evening.
Slanting wind and drizzle, the water mist is heavy and wet.
From the winding and steep mountain road, a young robed youth with an oil-paper umbrella came, as if strolling in the courtyard, with a leisurely demeanor.
It is Su Yi.
Starting from Gunzhou City in the early morning, he walked all the way, trekking between mountains and rivers, hardly resting all the way, until now, he just felt hungry.
Before arriving at the ruined temple, Su Yi looked up at the sky and decided to rest here for a while.
After thinking about it, he raised his hand and patted the soul-raising gourd on his waist, "Qingwan."
The soul-raising gourd spewed out a plume of white smoke, and in the mist, a figure in a blood-red dress appeared out of thin air.
"What are the orders of the immortal master?"
The girl is beautiful and cute, and her big eyes are timid.
Compared with before, the aura on Qingwan's body is completely no different from that of a normal human being. Her body is delicate and graceful, her skin is as crystal clear as white jade, her voice is soft and sweet, and she is beautiful and lovely.
"Go catch some game, remember not to go too far."
Su Yi ordered.
"Yeah!"
Qing Wan quickly agreed.
With a flash of her pretty figure, she turned into a red light and disappeared into the rain.
Su Yi put away his umbrella, pushed the door and walked into the Temple of the Earth, then took out the rattan chair, lay comfortably in it, and took out a map to examine it.
Gonzhou City and Yujing City are separated by 2,000 miles. In addition to rolling mountains, there are mighty rivers, deserts, and lakes along the way...
Of course, there are many more cities.
According to the route planned by Su Yi, if you go on foot, you will have to cross at least three mountains, nine rivers, and nineteen cities on the way to reach the Jade Capital City.
However, Su Yi is not in a hurry.
He had already agreed with Ning Siji and Mu Xi that they would meet in Jinliu City, which is dozens of miles away from Baocha Yaoshan.
At that time, I will go to Baocha Yaoshan to explore, and then set off to Yujing City.
"According to my footsteps, you can reach the Golden Willow City in less than five days."
Su Yi secretly said.
The Baosha Demon Mountain is located on the formation route he made this time. After passing the Baosha Demon Mountain, you can reach the territory of Baizhou.
Baizhou is the land of Gyeonggi adjacent to the Jade Capital City. Once there, you can arrive at the Jade Capital City in less than two days.
Putting away the map, Su Yi took out a wine gourd and drank it one by one.
The sky was getting darker, but the fine rain showed signs of getting bigger. The raindrops hit the damaged temple tiles, making a pattering sound.
Barren mountains, ruined temples, and rainy days in the evening, the sky and the earth are dim.
Su Yi was sitting alone in the dark, but he was content.
But I'm getting hungry...
He can't help but frown slightly, this girl already has the power of a grandmaster, why does it take so long to catch some game?
At this moment, a red shadow floated in.
It was Qingwan, she was holding a huge golden python in her hand, and stammered, "Xianshi, you have been waiting for a long time."
Su Yi asked: "Why did it take so long?"
Qingwan lowered her head a little embarrassedly, and said, "Wan'er saw quite a few rabbits and deer along the way, but they looked very kind, so Wan'er couldn't do anything, she just kept going. Looking for suitable prey, I finally found this python..."
Su Yi put his hand on his forehead, the corners of his lips twitched slightly, "Then you can get a hand on this python?"
Qingwan hurriedly explained: "Uh... it wasn't Wan'er who killed it, the python was killed by a goshawk, and Wan'er took the goshawk away and brought the python back."
Su Yi: "..."
I have seen a kind person, but I have never seen such a kind person. How can there be a person who does not kill?
"It's really hard for you."
Su Yi shook his head and started to get busy.
Not long after, a bonfire burned violently, and the golden python was chopped into pieces and strung together, and placed on the bonfire to scorch.
Qing Wan carefully squatted on the side, watching Su Yi skillfully grilling meat, her brows were full of tranquility.
"Eat?"
Soon, Su Yi picked up a string of roasted snake meat and asked Qingwan.
Qingwan hurriedly shook her head.
Seeing this, Su Yi enjoyed himself, eating meat and drinking wine.
I have to say, in this barren mountain and rainy night, eating fresh roasted snake meat is a unique experience.
Whoa~~
The rain is getting bigger and bigger, and the rain curtain flowing down the eaves is like a spray curtain.
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The sky is getting darker.
Su Yi was full and full of food. Seeing the weather, he couldn't help frowning, thinking about whether he had to travel all night.
Suddenly, a small sound of footsteps sounded outside the ruined temple.
Soon, in the pouring rain, a man in a mink robe and a bamboo hat strode into the ruined temple.
The figure of this man is extremely large, giving people a sense of oppression. The rain fell all over his body, but he couldn't wash away the chilling and **** aura of his whole body.
As soon as the man in the bucket hat came in, he greeted Su Yi with a fist, "Master Su, my family is hosting a banquet at the "Longqiao Inn" twenty miles away from here, and I'm here to invite you!"
His voice was deep and dull, like a thunderous thunder, so that the tiles of the broken temple trembled slightly.
In the rattan chair, Su Yi said indifferently, "Who is your lord?"
The man in the bucket hat maintained a gesture of clasping his fists and salutes himself, and said solemnly: "You will know when the son arrives."
Su Yi snorted and said, "Deep mountains and wilderness, heavy rain, your family can let you find me in this ruined temple, and arranged a banquet in advance. It's a bit of a skill."
The man in the bucket hat said solemnly, "If you accept the invitation, please come with me."
"What if I don't accept it?"
Su Yi said lightly.
"My lord said that since the young master has the courage to go to the Jade Capital City alone, he will not be afraid to come to the banquet."
After a pause, the man in the bucket hat said, "My lord also said that if Young Master Su refuses, he will let me choose two ways to die."
Su Yi raised his eyebrows: "Which two?"
The man in the hat raised his head slightly, revealing the pair of indifferent and ruthless eyes under the hat, and said solemnly:
"Either he was killed by Su Gongzi or my family members."
Shout!
Su Yi flicked his fingers, and a wisp of sword energy shot up from the sky, stabbing the man in the bucket hat like lightning.
The pupil of the man in the bucket hat suddenly shrank like a needle, but he stood there motionless.
Bang!
When the sword energy reached an inch of the man's throat, it suddenly shattered and disappeared without a trace.
The man in the bucket hat took a deep breath and cupped his hands, "Thank you Su Gongzi for not killing him!"
A layer of cold sweat dripped from his temples, neck, and back, showing that he was not as calm as he seemed.
"Lead the way."
Su Yi got up from the rattan chair and called Qingwan back to the soul-raising gourd beside his waist.
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Dragon Bridge Station.
A post station built on a remote mountain road. In front of the courtyard is a huge courtyard. There are five pavilions made of boulders scattered in the courtyard.
It was pouring rain and the night was dark.
At this time, in the center of a huge three-story pavilion, the lights were bright and warm.
The man in the bucket hat took Su Yi and took advantage of the rainy night to walk into the station, and went straight to the central pavilion.
Pushing in the door, the heat wave hits my face, and I see the lanterns lit, the red carpet spreads on the floor, and the incense burner curls.
In the huge hall, there is a long pear and wood table, and on the table are a variety of delicacies, melon and fruit desserts, all steaming.
It's windy and rainy outside, but the interior is luxurious and rich, creating a great sense of contrast.
Across the long table, sitting a man, wearing a feather crown, wearing a feather coat, sword eyebrows and star eyes, with a proud demeanor.
On its shoulders, there is a lazy black civet cat, with blue eyes glowing with a seductive and intimidating luster.
"Sir, Su Gongzi is here."
The man in the bucket hat greeted him with awe.
"It's none of your business here, let's go."
The man in the feather coat nodded with a smile, then stood up, raised his right hand, and bowed his head slightly to Su Yi:
"Wenzhou Wang Zhuo, I met Su Gongzi."
If you change to other warriors of Da Zhou, and hear the word "Wang Zhuo", you will definitely think of a series of dazzling titles immediately.
One of the ten university palaces, "Tianxing Xue Gong", the owner of the "Ten Xing Xue Gong", one of the "Top Ten Innate Martial Sects" in Da Zhou, and the "Qing Xun King" of nine foreign surnames Wang Zhong...
He cultivated since childhood. At the age of fourteen, he entered the realm of a grandmaster and became the well-deserved leader among the disciples of the Tianyuan Academy.
He entered the Innate Martial Sect at the age of seventeen, and it took only ten years to become one of the top ten Congenital Martial Sects in the Great Zhou Dynasty. He was rated as "Dragon Zhang Fengzi, Martial Arts Talent" by Shifang Pavilion.
Up to now, Wang Zhuo is thirty-seven years old, and it has been twenty years since he set foot in the realm of the Innate Martial Sect.
No one knows the level of cultivation of this legendary martial artist.
Of course, Su Yi didn't know this.
Even if he knew, he was destined to not care too much.
Facing Wang Zhuo's greeting, Su Yi just nodded, then sat on the seat on the side of the long table, and said in a leisurely manner:
"Tell me, what do you want to do by hosting a banquet here and sending someone to invite me."
Wang Zhuo smiled slightly, and also sat down~IndoMTL.com~ said: "Young Master Su is quick to talk, and Mr. Wang will naturally not hide it. This time I invited you to come, because there is a big happy event to be with you. Negotiate."
"A happy event?"
Su Yi raised his eyebrows, "Go ahead."
Wang Zhuo looked at Su Yi with a smile, and said, "Others only covet the good fortune and secrets of the son, and Wang values you more, son."
After a pause, he leaned forward slightly, and said with a sincere expression, "That's why Wang will deliberately hold a banquet here, only
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In order to invite the son to join Wang's faction. "
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