"No, I'm afraid that Master will run away!" Qin Zheng said.
Xie Yunxiao was stunned for a moment, "Run away? What did you kid say?"
"I'm not a child, and you're not much older than me!" Qin Zheng looked anxious.
Xie Yunxiao sighed secretly, he really didn't know what to say.
After a while, Qin Zheng let go of Xie Yunxiao.
On the second day at the court, Qin Zheng gave an answer to the Chu envoy, saying that Ning Guo would definitely go.
In this way, the envoy of Chu State completed his mission and left Xianyang.
On the fourth day after the King of Chu's invitation letter was sent to Ning State, Xie Yunxiao set out from Xianyang, passed through Mount Wei, passed through the territory of Han State, and headed south. In less than two or three days, he arrived in the south of the Yangtze River.
This land in the south of the Yangtze River is indeed full of beautiful mountains and rivers wherever you look.
The mountains are undulating. Although they are not as tall as those in the north, they are a bit more graceful. The water moves slowly, showing an inexplicable tenderness.
"This land of Kyushu has beautiful mountains and rivers, each with its own characteristics in the north and the south. I once did business in this area, but at that time it was not like it is now. It seems that people's vision will change only after they have experienced certain things. For Everything has certain opinions!”
Xie Yunxiao stood on a small boat and went down the river, feeling happy and free.
Because he had to rush to Shouchun, the capital of Chu State, Xie Yunxiao did not stay anywhere. In less than a few days, he had arrived at Murong Jian's territory in the south of the Yangtze River.
Many aristocratic families have been passed down from ancient times, and the Murong family is famous far and wide.
Compared with the Xie family of Jiuwenshan, they still lack some background. After all, the ancestor of the Murong family was a famous medical fairy.
Today's Murong Su also has the title of Little Medical Fairy.
Xie Yunxiao looked at the beautiful rolling mountains in the distance, and he knew that not far away was the Twelve Lotus Pier, the headquarters of the Murong family in Jiangnan.
If you are not in a hurry to go to Shouchun, the capital of Chu State, you can go to Twelve Lotus Pier to have a drink with Murong Su.
Thinking of this, Xie Yunxiao couldn't help shaking his head and laughing. Even if he was not in a hurry to go to Shouchun, he would probably be embarrassed when he went to Twelve Lotus Pier, right?
Moreover, it will probably cause a lot of trouble. A woman like Murong Su is the dream lover of many people.
After walking forward for a while, Xie Yunxiao's boat had arrived at the shore. He bought this boat from a boatman when he came here, but now it is of no use and he sold it for a few coins.
Seeing a wine shop in front of him, Xie Yunxiao walked up and shouted: "Restaurant, come to the restaurant and pick up two special dishes to go with the wine!"
"Okay!" The restaurant agreed, and soon the food and drinks were served.
This wine from the south of the Yangtze River is like the mountains and rivers of the south of the Yangtze River, with a softness and is not as strong as the wine from the north.
A place's soil and water nurture a person. Generally speaking, for people from the south of the Yangtze River, men are quiet and women are gentle, unlike those in the north, where men are rough and women are fiery and gorgeous.
Once you are used to seeing a certain scenery, you will always feel a little yearning for it when you encounter something novel.
But Xie Yunxiao had traveled all over the country, and had long been used to seeing scenery everywhere. The seat he was sitting on was facing the river, and when he looked sideways, he saw a river of clear water flowing eastward, slowly going away.
Just at this moment, a group of people came over and sat next to Xie Yunxiao. They all carried weapons, and the ones with the highest cultivation level were in the seventh realm.
The rest of the people are in the fifth or sixth realm.
Xie Yunxiao just took a look and knew that these were people from the world.
"Restaurant, bring me a jar of wine and some appetizers!"
This rough voice sounded, and it vividly reflected the spirit of the people in the world.
Xie Yunxiao couldn't help but look at them a few more times. At this time, many people came over, also with weapons.
"Could there be some grand event here, and this is the reason why these people from the world come here?" Xie Yunxiao thought in his mind.
After a while, many people from the world came. At this time, there was no room in the wine shop, so they could only find a place to sit and rest outside.
"Brother, are we here early? The eldest son of the Murong family, Murong Qing, hasn't arrived yet, and neither has the Yin leader!"
A young man at the next table said, his eyes looking towards the river from time to time, as if waiting for something.
Sitting next to him was the man with a rough voice who ordered a drink just now. He smiled and said: "Coming early naturally has the advantage of being early. If we hadn't come early, we wouldn't even have a place to sit, let alone be able to sit down. Have a nice drink or two!”
The young man nodded when he heard the words. He felt that there was some truth in what he said.
Not long after, the time for half a stick of incense had passed, and hundreds of people had come here.
Xie Yunxiao was curious. He didn't know what these people were waiting for Murong Qing and the Yin Cult Master, but since there was a lot of excitement, it was good to take a look.
Just as Xie Yunxiao was thinking wildly, someone outside shouted loudly: "Master Murong is here!"
As soon as the voice fell, a luxurious carriage slowly came to the front along the official road.
The carriage stopped and a servant opened the curtain, only to see a young man in white walking out.
His sword-shaped eyebrows and starry eyes exuded an air of elegance in every move he made.
"Murong Qing is somewhat similar to Murong Su. It seems that they are either siblings or brother and sister!" Xie Yunxiao whispered in his heart.
Murong Qing walked towards the river, followed by one who was in the seventh realm and several others who were in the sixth realm.
Xie Yunxiao secretly sighed, as expected of the Murong family of Twelve Lotus Pier in the south of the Yangtze River, this pomp is not small.
Moreover, the most important thing was that Xie Yunxiao could see that Murong Qing's cultivation was already at the peak of the Eighth Realm.
"Mr. Murong, you are finally here. That Yin Zhu is probably too scared to come!" A middle-aged man said with a smile on his face.
Murong Qing didn't even look at this man. At this moment, a cold light fell from the sky and came straight towards the middle-aged man just now.
The middle-aged man felt as if his body was being frozen, and his eyes were filled with panic.
This cold light was extremely terrifying, and he was already in a life-or-death crisis.
Seeing that he was about to die, Murong Qing gently touched his right hand, and a soft force spread out, and the cold light suddenly dispersed.
The middle-aged man's face was as pale as paper and he was breathing rapidly.
But at this moment, there was a long and leisurely sound of the piano on the river, and a small boat was seen coming towards the shore.
"It's the Yin Cult Leader!"
The young man sitting at the table next to Xie Yunxiao was very excited. His eyes were very bright at the moment, and he could no longer leave the slowly approaching boat.
Others may not be able to see where the cold light just now came from, but Xie Yunxiao knew that the cold light came from the small boat in front of him.
It was obvious that the woman in the boat was not an ordinary person.
"You kid, you really have never seen the world!" The man with the rough voice shook his head and laughed.
The young man ignored the rough man. He didn't even hear the rough man's words because his attention was entirely on the boat.
Just at this moment, the curtain of the boat opened, and a woman in goose-yellow clothes came out.
She has bright eyes and white teeth, and her skin is as good as snow. Every move reveals the gentle beauty unique to Jiangnan women.
Especially the moment she raised her head, it seemed as if the sun in the sky had lost its light.
Xie Yunxiao has seen many beauties, such as Murong Su and Li Yuxuan, but the woman in front of him is not inferior to these two.
For some reason, Xie Yunxiao didn't compare him with Qin Zheng. It seemed that in his heart, Qin Zheng was unique and incomparable.
It's just that Xie Yunxiao himself hasn't realized it yet.
At this time, Murong Qing also personally welcomed him out, with a gentle smile on his face, "Master Yin, I feel that today's battle is unnecessary!"
Yinhong has a gentle appearance, but her words are cold, "What? I can understand that Mr. Murong has admitted defeat?"
Murong Qing heard the words, but there was a look of arrogance in his eyes. He laughed and said, "Martial arts competitions are what people in the world like to play, but you and I can't be regarded as people in the world, can we?"
"You represent Twelve Lotus Pier Murong Jia, and I represent the Witch God Sect. We are both inherited from ancient times. Today's battle is about our respective faces. Mr. Murong, why do you need to say more about this?" Yin Zhu said .
Xie Yunxiao had long thought that Yin Zhu looked familiar, but suddenly he realized that she had some similarities with Yin Hong, the high priest of Chu State. It was obvious that the two were relatives.
After all, before Yin Hong became the high priest, he was also a member of the Witch God Cult.
In Chu State, the status of the Jianghu Sect is not very high, but the Wushen Sect is not an ordinary Jianghu sect. It can be said without exaggeration that the Wushen Sect is the state religion of the Chu Kingdom.
Xie Yunxiao showed a look of sudden realization, and Yin Zhu challenged Murong Qing. It was obvious that the Wushen Sect and the Murong family should have had some unknown past.
And looking at this posture, the Witch God Sect must have suffered a big loss at that time.
"In that case, let's ask Master Yin to take action!" Murong Qing represents the Murong family, so he naturally has to show his attitude.
"Please!" Yin Zhu's voice sounded. She was holding a jade flute in her hand, which was lying across her chest.
Obviously, this jade flute is not an ordinary thing.
Murong Qing gently closed the folding fans in his hands without making any sound, and said, "Master Yin should invite you first!"
Naturally, Yin Zhu would not continue to be polite, so she waved her jade flute to point out.
Without any hesitation, Murong Qing folded his fan and struck horizontally, facing the jade flute.
When the two forces met, they suddenly made a crisp sound.
Then the two of them flew higher into the sky, hitting each other faster. In less than a moment, more than ten moves were made, and both of them did a somersault and moved back nearly half a foot.
"I admire the Yin Sect's master's profound skills, but today's battle is not with me alone, but with the Murong family, so I have offended him!"
Murong Qing's voice was still ringing in place, and the man had already jumped out, his folding fan pointing out like a flexible long sword.
"Of course this is the case, this is the Murong Qing I know!" Yin Zhuyu played the flute and fought with Murong Qing.
They are both at the pinnacle of the Eighth Realm. It will obviously not be a matter of time to decide the winner.
Xie Yunxiao watched the two fighting and couldn't help but sigh secretly. The grudges and grudges in this world have always been the most troublesome.
He thanked Yunxiao. Could it be that he was fettered by these grievances?
