"Is this the Han family archives?" Zhuo Yi took the scroll in Yang Ziyue's hand and read it carefully.
"In the year 2341 of Hanhai, a violent explosion occurred in the Han Mansion. Six corpses were found from the ruins of the Han Mansion. Judging from the star emblems on the bodies, they belonged to the Tianchi Sect. In May, the Lord of the Later City confronted Wang Chang, the leader of the Tianchi Sect. fruit……"
"What? Tianchi Sect? Tianchi Sect again?! Wang Chang! You and I are at odds with each other!"
"In this tragic massacre of the Han family, there were 17 members of the Han family. The heads of the Han family, Han Kuling and Qiu Ping, were not spared. The only daughter, Han Qian'er, was missing..." Seeing this, Zhuo Yi finally let go of the huge stone in his heart. , he took a breath and said to himself: "You bastard, I will avenge Uncle Han! Where are you..."
In a luxurious reception hall somewhere in the city lord's mansion, Yang Ziyue respectfully served Zhuo Yi an ice tea. Zhuoyi immediately stood up from the chair and took the tea cup from Yang Ziyue: "Thank you, Brother Yang."
Knowing that Han Qian'er was just missing, Zhuo Yi finally let go of his heavy heart. He originally wanted to take Lin Han back to the Mifan Mercenary Group, but Yang Ziyue kindly invited him.
"Brother Zhuo, you don't have to be polite. I wonder what Brother Zhuo's plans are in the future." Yang Ziyue admitted that Zhuo Yi was capable. After some previous trials, he gradually developed a good impression. Seeing Zhuo Yi take the tea from his hand so respectfully, he thought to himself : "This boy is strong and has no arrogance. We must recruit him today."
Thinking of this, the smile on Yang Ziyue's face became even wider. He waved to his entourage, indicating to arrange lunch for Zhuo Yi.
Zhuoyi thought for a moment and then replied: "Since we know that Han Qian'er is still alive and Uncle Han was killed by the Tianchi Sect, it is natural to find Han Qian'er and personally take her to the Tianchi Sect to collect debts!"
When Zhuoyi said this, he couldn't help but clenched the teacup in his hand, and a little tea instantly overflowed from the teacup.
This scene naturally fell into Yang Ziyue's eyes, and he was secretly happy: "Zhuoyi values love and righteousness so much, if he helps him find Han Qian'er and confront the Tianchi Sect, then recruit him under his command, wouldn't it..."
"Brother Zhuo, what I admire the most in my life is a man like you who dares to challenge the Chi Sect all by himself. I'll offer you a cup of tea instead of wine, and I'll punish myself at the banquet later." As he spoke, he raised the cup above his brow and said to Zhu Zhuo finished it in one gulp.
Yang Ziyue's behavior made Zhuo Yi quite fond of him. It was thanks to Yang Ziyue's convenience that he knew Han Qian'er's whereabouts this time. Otherwise, if the City Lord's Mansion wouldn't let him see it, he would probably have to challenge the City Lord's Mansion.
"Brother Yang! I should be the one to thank you. It was you who helped me, so I knew what happened in Han Mansion. This is why I occasionally got good wine in the Wanyao Mountains, so I will drink with you today!" Zhuoyi said, I saw a flash of red light on my wrist, and a cyan bottle appeared in the palm of my hand.
Where the cyan bottle was, a cold air suddenly swept through the room, and countless blue light spots gathered towards the cyan bottle like fireflies.
"What!? Star Cold Valley Wine? Seeing how powerful it is to gather star power, it may take thousands of years!" Yang Ziyue jumped up from his seat, staring at the cup in Zhuo Yi's hand with a look of disbelief on his face. A green bottle surrounded by countless light spots.
"Wanyao Mountain Range!" Compared to Yang Ziyue, his followers were most shocked by these four words.
Yang Ziyue was also shocked when he was mentioned like this by his entourage! Others may not know it, but as the young master of Xunzhang City, he knows very well that the God Burial Mountain Range is also called the Ten Thousand Medicine Mountains, and people from the Yuncang Empire must pass through Xunzhang City when entering and leaving the Ten Thousand Medicine Mountains. The city lord naturally knows that the Wanyao Mountain Range is dangerous.
"This Star Cold Valley is a rare grain that can only appear in the snowy mountains within the Sixth Ring of the Wanyao Mountains. There are even fourth-level monsters guarding it. One grain has immeasurable medicinal value. If it is hung in the auction house, it will be refined. The pharmacist would rather spend millions of gold coins to get it. Many people who get this rare thing will definitely make a deal with the pharmacist, but Zhuoyi uses it to make wine, and there are many bottles of it..."
Thinking of this, Yang Ziyue had a better understanding of Zhuo Yi's strength.
"I expect that Brother Zhuo may have the ability to fight against the Star Man in the Transformation Spirit Realm!" Yang Ziyue speculated for a while before speaking out his thoughts.
"What!?" The attendant on the side was secretly surprised. He thought that the young man in front of him was at least about the same strength as the young city lord, so he received such hospitality from the young city lord.
"It's not worth mentioning!" Zhuo Yi did not deny it too much, but smiled slightly, poured the Xinghan Valley wine into the cup, and handed it to Yang Ziyue's hand.
Yang Ziyue smiled bitterly, feeling very uncomfortable. He always thought that he was a rare opponent among star heroes of the same age and was proud of it. Unexpectedly, in Zhuo's eyes, he was just a clown.
"Fortunately, I didn't continue to compete with brother Zhuo Yi, otherwise..." Taking the wine glass from Zhuo Yi, Yang Ziyue drank it in one gulp. He was happy and a little eclipsed at the same time. The most outstanding person was not himself.
"Alas!" Yang Ziyue sighed and gently carved a word in his heart: "Humility."
"How is it?" Zhuo Yi had already asked when Yang Ziyue was stunned.
"Ah... very good!" Yang Ziyue woke up suddenly. He was just thinking about something and didn't taste the wine carefully at all, so he had to say something perfunctory.
While the two were talking, delicacies were served by a group of attendants.
"How can fine wine be without delicacies?" Yang Ziyue said, immediately stood up, pulled Zhuo Yi to his seat.
When Zhuo Yi stood up, he also took Lin Han's hand.
Halfway through the dinner, after three drinks, Zhuo Yi and Yang Ziyue were already a little tipsy. The two of them talked about everything, from birth to experience, from ancient times to the present, from astronomy to geography.
"Brother Zhuo Yi, it's so late that we met, why don't we become sworn brothers today?" Yang Ziyue stood up from the chair and picked up the wine.
"Okay! I was born on June 19, 2326, in Hanhai. I wonder when Brother Yang was born?" Zhuoyi didn't make any friends after coming out of the God Burial Mountains. Now that he has friends with people with such background, it is natural that he has some friends. Heartbeat. Furthermore, this Yang Ziyue is not a playboy. He has received an excellent education since he was young. Zhuoyi is of course willing to make friends with him.
"I, Han Hai, March 14, 2326, can still bear this shout of brother! Hahahaha..." Yang Ziyue succeeded in wooing Zhuo Yimu, so he was naturally happy.
"Brother Yue!" Zhuo Yi stood up immediately, looking serious.
"Brother Zhuo...ah! No! Xiao Yi..." Yang Ziyue just put on the wine glass and wanted to address Zhuo Yi, but found that the title was a bit difficult to pronounce.
"Brother Yue, call me Xiaoyi!" Zhuo Yi touched Yang Ziyue's wine glass and drank it.
"Okay! Xiao Yi!" Yang Ziyue drank the wine in one gulp, took Zhuo Yi's arm, and walked out of the door awkwardly.
As he walked, he shouted to the servants: "Prepare... the car, prepare the car! Go... to Yan Gong Lake!"
Under the stimulation of wine, the two of them were like long-lost brothers, supporting each other and leaving the city lord's mansion.
The main palace of Xunzhang City has a larger reception hall.
As soon as the city lord saw off the powerful men with a smile, he turned back and asked, "Where is the young master?"
"Reporting to the master, I just went to Yan Gong Lake with a young mercenary regiment leader!" the attendant on the side replied.
"Hmph! Let him get in touch with these powerful people more, if you have to..." Yang Ziyue was about to scold him, but was interrupted by the city lord's wife behind him.
"You have educated Ziyue since he was a child. What's wrong? Is it possible that you don't believe him?" The city owner woman smiled slightly and continued: "He has grown up too! The road is his own, and we can't pave it for him all our lives. …”
"Yue Liu, what you are talking about is..."
Yan Gong Lake.
Yangong Lake is a major scenic spot in Xunzhang City. Legend has it that a long time ago, when the world was not divided, it was called Zhou. At that time, General Zhuo Yangong of the Great Zhou Dynasty and the ancestors of the Tang clan, the four major divine clans, worshiped at an unknown lake somewhere in Xunzhang City. The later Emperor Yang Guang of the Great Zhou Kingdom was ignorant and ignorant, and the people were in dire straits. , the eight great clans of gods rose up and were blocked from the city by Zhuo Yangong, who was the general who protected the country at the time. When it was difficult to choose between loyalty and righteousness, Lord Zhuo Yangong chose righteousness and died under the sword of the Tang clan. The Great Zhou Dynasty finally fell and the people were able to breathe. .
In order to commemorate Zhuo Yangong, the patriarch of the God Clan of the Later Tang Dynasty and the world found this lake and named it Yangong Lake. Since then, this place has become a holy place for countless passionate men to worship.
"I'm Zhuoyi"
"I am Yang Ziyue"
"Today, under the witness of Yan Gong, we have become brothers of the opposite sex. We do not seek to live together, but we seek to die together!" Then the two of them offered incense.
"Brother!" Zhuo Yi hugged Yang Ziyue and called him affectionately.
"Sworn brother!" The two hugged each other and cried, like long-lost brothers meeting each other.
It was the end of the day, and there were many people worshiping at Yangong Lake. Seeing the two of them looking like this, they all looked at them.
Night came slowly, but the excitement in Xunzhang City did not end. Fireworks and lights were everywhere, lighting up the sky red.
Yang Ziyue was so drunk that he blew some cold wind by the Yangong Lake. He was so drunk that he fell into unconsciousness and was sent back to the city lord's palace by a group of the city lord's attendants.
At this moment, Zhuo Yi and Lin Han were walking on the street one after another. Although it was extremely lively, Zhuo Yi felt so lonely.
"Brother Lin, do you have a sweetheart?" Zhuoyi asked suddenly for some reason.
Lin Han slowed down, hesitated a little, and finally smiled helplessly and said, "She is in the God Burial Mountains!"
Zhuo Yiyi was stunned, a little shocked. He turned around and stared at Lin Han. After a long time, he smiled with difficulty: "You are referring to your godmother!"
Lin Han did not answer, but looked at the full moon in the sky and fell into memories. Zhuoyi did not disturb him, but walked towards the stall on the street.
"Young Master! Do you have any lanterns you like?" Seeing Zhuoyi stopping in front of his stall, the vendor greeted him warmly.
Zhuoyi did not reply, but looked at the lanterns on the stall, pointed at the butterfly patterns painted on the lanterns that looked like "916" and "619", and asked: "Why does this butterfly look like the numbers 6 and 9? "
The vendor smiled enthusiastically and said, "Young Master, this starts with the origin of the Chinese Valentine's Day!"
Then with a mysterious look, his little eyes blinked at the meson on Zhuoyi's wrist.
Zhuo Yi smiled slightly, obviously knowing what the stall owner meant.
I saw a flash of red light on Zhuoyi's wrist, and a small bag of gold coins appeared in his hand. Then he tossed it casually and said, "Well said, I'll take care of all your stuff! No... I'm sorry." .”
Seeing Zhuo Yi take out the gold coins, the vendor was overjoyed. This small bag of gold coins was his annual income. He couldn't help but think to himself: "Sure enough, it's easy for a kid to make money! I'll be stunned if I don't brag to you." of!"
Then the vendor's smile became wider and wider, even with 24 teeth exposed.
"Young Master! According to legend, a long time ago, there was a boy and girl. The boy's name was Tan Qi. He was born on June 19th to a poor family. The girl's name was Yaoxi. They met on July 7th. They fell in love at first sight and were engaged for life. They were very much in love, but it was a pity that they were destined to be together... The girl's parents forced her to marry the local wealthy gentry... On the day of the wedding, the wealthy gentry grabbed the altar and used it to light lamps. Yao Xi was extremely sad and jumped into the altar. Holding Altar Qi in the fire, the two were burned together by the fire, making it difficult to separate. When everyone took the two bodies out of the altar, they suddenly cracked, and then only two fire butterflies slowly flew out of the black cocoons. You We flew towards the sky... Later generations admired their spirit of loving until death, and designated July 7th as Chinese Valentine's Day every year to commemorate the two of them. The sky lanterns are in a pair, and the lanterns on each pair are The paintings are two different fire butterflies, in the shape of the numbers 619 and 916, which are taken from their birthdays: September 16 and June 19. According to legend, men and women born on these two days will become the envy of the world. right."
"You bastard! I know! I know what 916 and 619 are!" After telling the story, Zhuo Yi burst into tears. He shouted loudly to Haoyue.
Zhuoyi gratefully handed the money bag to the vendor, and then let go of all the sky lanterns on the stall. He looked at the disappearing light spots in the night sky and murmured: "Little stinker? Where are you?" "
No one noticed that on the other side of the river, countless sky lanterns were gradually rising. A girl in red looked at the sky lanterns and asked: "Zhuo Pingan? Zhuo Yi. Where are you?"
She is none other than Wang Xiaoxiang.
