Alien Summoning System

Chapter 170 The Golden Swallow

Lu Yan, who was tasting the wine, froze slightly, drank the wine in the glass in one gulp, turned to look at Zhuo Ao: "I don't understand what you are talking about?"

"Don't understand?" Zhuo Ao looked at Lu Yan: "I look rich?"

"No, you look like a poor scholar? But if you wear it, you can fascinate many girls." In order to deceive people, Zhuo Ao wore an ordinary scholar's robe.

"Then I'm like an alcoholic?"

"In front of me, no one dares to call himself a drunkard." Lu Yan said proudly.

"Then why did you ask me for a drink?" Zhuo Ao looked at Lu Yan, narrowing his eyes slightly.

"Of course it's because we are destined." Lu Yan laughed.

"I think it's not me, but it that is destined for you." Zhuo Ao pointed to the golden cudgel wrapped in his hand, looked at Lu Yan and said, "You asked me at least three times along the way, and your eyes fell Definitely more on this stick than watching me."

"Brother, you are a man, why do I have nothing to do with you?" Lu Yan looked at Zhuo Ao warily.

"..." Looking at Lu Yan who was making jokes, Zhuo Ao's complexion was not very good.

"Okay, I won't joke with you anymore." Seeing Zhuo Ao's dark complexion, Lu Yan waved his hand and said: "It seems that you already know its legend."

"That's just a legend." Zhuo Ao said indifferently.

"But sometimes, the legends may not be true." Lu Yan looked up to the sky and took a sip of wine, smiling.

"So what if it's true?" Zhuo Ao leaned on the back of the chair, and said leisurely: "500 years have passed, what this world needs is not legends to save, it needs to be reborn like a phoenix in blood and fire. The legend, I am willing to believe in myself, the fate has always been controlled by myself, if there is a legend, then the legend should be me and not someone else."

"Then why do you still hold this stick?" Lu Yan looked at Zhuo Ao in puzzlement.

"Because the day I become a legend, I will take this stick to save the legend. After all, it brought me here. People should know how to be grateful, don't they?" Zhuo Ao smiled and stroked the stick.

"It's a very powerful reason, I'm speechless, but sometimes legends need strength to create." Lu Yan looked at Zhuo Ao and said seriously.

"That's why I am the most suitable person to become a legend." Zhuo Ao nodded seriously, and he fully agrees with this point.

"Listen, your self-confidence is groundless. Don't tell me you want to use your own power to overthrow the rule of Yujiang God of War?" Lu Yan lamented.

"You're wrong, I'm not the only one." Zhuo Ao shook his head, pointed to the surroundings and said, "These, what did you see?"

"What?" Lu Yan asked puzzled.

"Decadence, extravagance, and 500 years of peace of mind have made these people who stand above ten thousand people accustomed to enjoyment and forget their duties. This is not a problem that can be solved by killing a Yujiang God of War. Yujiang God of War 500 Years of tyranny caused not only killings, but also hatred, thousands, endless hatred, these hatreds, one or two, may not be able to accomplish great things, but one thousand, ten thousand, one hundred thousand, one million, Once the hatred that has been accumulated for 500 years is detonated, it is like a spark falling into a dry grassland, and when the fire is detonated, it will sweep across the entire grassland and burn all decay and cruelty!"

In fact, the God of War in Yujiang was able to rule the world for 500 years with a group of heavenly soldiers and generals who were not much stronger than ordinary people. In Zhuo Ao's view, this in itself was an incredible thing. At that time, it was said that the world was invincible, but it was only less than a hundred years from the founding of the Yuan Dynasty to its expulsion from the Central Plains. Why did the Yujiang God of War use such cruel methods to poison the world for 500 years?
"Bold traitor, how dare you deceive the crowd again!" Lu Yan didn't speak in a daze, but there was a loud shout from the side, and two black armored soldiers came out from the back room of the inn, looking at Zhuo Ao and Zhuo Ao with unfriendly expressions. Lu Yan.

"It seems that you are indeed causing trouble, so I leave this place to you." Lu Yan shrank his neck, picked up the wine jar on the table, and wanted to escape.

Zhuo Ao didn't stop him, he stood up, looked at the approaching black armor army and sneered, "Why, do you have to pay taxes for speaking?"

A ferocious smile appeared on Hei Jiajun's face, and he said with a serious smile: "You don't have to pay taxes for speaking, but some words will kill you."

"It's up to you?" Zhuo Ao didn't wait for the other party to approach, he slapped him to the ground with a slap, and said with a sneer, "Practice for another ten years."

"Hey, help!" Lu Yan, who had just slipped away unjustly, suddenly slipped back at a faster speed, and behind him, he brought a large group of black armored soldiers.

"Kill me!" The officer-like Hei Jiajun climbed up from the ground in embarrassment, and roared angrily. The next moment, Zhuo Ao directly crushed his throat, and his voice stopped abruptly.

This feeling...

Zhuo Ao frowned and looked at the dead officer. He didn't have any internal strength, but he had a physical body comparable to innate. To be promoted to innate only by external skills, among the people Zhuo Ao knew, Ren Tingting was probably the only one who had this ability.

As for the ordinary Black Armored Army, from the looks of it now, although none of them had cultivated internal strength, their physical strength was comparable to that of Houtian, and many of them were even as powerful as the peak of Houtian.

"Hurry up!" Seeing that Zhuo Ao was standing still, allowing the black armored soldiers to approach, Lu Yan stepped forward, pulled Zhuo Ao up and walked out, but was stopped by two black armored soldiers who were coming back.

"Whoa~"

The sound of piercing the air was loud, and the throats of the two black armor soldiers were accurately pierced by two darts.

"Girl, you're skilled!" Lu Yan looked in surprise at Jin Yanzi who took off his cloak and revealed a beautiful and refined face.

"It's not suitable to stay here for a long time. There are many black armor soldiers living in this inn." Jin Yanzi said to the two.

"You didn't do it on purpose, did you?" Zhuo Ao looked at Lu Yan in surprise.

"Nonsense, how do I know this, what should I do now?" Lu Yan rolled his eyes and said.

"It's easy, girl, I can lend you your pipa." Zhuo Ao stretched out his hand, took the pipa from Jin Yanzi's hand naturally, plucked it, and tuned the strings.

"What time is it, and you are still in the mood to play the pipa, don't you want to influence them with music?" Lu Yan kicked a black armored soldier downstairs, watching Zhuo Ao unhurriedly adjust the pipa , Tucao helplessly.

"I don't know the rhythm can cultivate the sentiment, sometimes, it can also kill people!" Zhuo Ao found the tone, and gently plucked the strings. It doesn't have to be the guzheng to perform the rhythm transformation. In fact, as long as you master it The art of concentrating sound, any innate master can do it.

"I..." Lu Yan was about to say something, but his face suddenly changed. He seemed to see that as Zhuo Ao continued to pluck the strings, a series of seemingly invisible things sprang out from the pipa, and then the black armor on the opposite side The army fell down in pieces as if being cut by a sharp blade.

"This..." Staring blankly at the large number of dead Black Armored Army, the remaining Black Armored Army had already been heartbroken, how could they have the guts to continue to charge, they looked at Zhuo Ao as if they were demons, and kept retreating.

"Serve wine!" Zhuo Ao returned to his seat, and said to Jin Yanzi who was staring at him in a daze, "Girl, if you don't mind, let's sit down and have a drink together."

Jin Yanzi nodded, sat down as promised, took the pipa handed back by Zhuo Ao, looked at Zhuo Ao in a daze and said: "This is the first time I know that the sound can also kill people."

"Qin, chess, calligraphy, painting, poetry and poetry, as long as you have the heart, everything can be turned into a murderous weapon." Zhuo Ao raised his head, looked at Lu Yan who was sitting back again, and said: "Aren't you going?"

"That's right, but this girl saved my life just now, so I came here specially to thank her." Lu Yan said forcefully after taking a sip of his wine.

"I don't need to save the drunken fairy's life." Jin Yanzi smiled and shook her head.

"Drunk Immortal?" Zhuo Ao looked at Lu Yan who was pretending to be drinking, and couldn't help laughing: "Girl, are you sure you're not a drunkard? I don't think a nickname like Drunken Immortal is suitable for him."

"What do you know?" Lu Yan raised his head and took a big gulp, "As long as I have wine, I am a poet."

"Hmm." Zhuo Ao glanced at the bill that the boss handed over tremblingly.

"But most of the time, I look like a beggar." With an embarrassed smile, Lu Yan pushed the bill in front of Zhuo Ao.

"I only said that there is wine here, but I didn't say that I want to invite you. You know, I'm just a poor scholar." Zhuo Ao pushed the bill back with the boss's broken expression.

"I've never seen a poor scholar who kills people like mowing grass."

"But I actually played the pipa, and their deaths have nothing to do with me."

"You can say this kind of thing, it's just the money for a drink, how about you?"

"Both of you are heroes. I, Jin Yanzi, will invite you for this meal." Jin Yanzi took out her wallet, carefully handed out a few pieces of silver, and handed it to the boss. The boss left with a sigh of relief. Zhuo Ao couldn't figure it out. If you are so afraid, why do you still have to collect it?

"A hero? Let a woman pay for it!" Lu Yan rolled his eyes, turned his head away with disdain, and continued to drink.

"Since they paid for me, can you please put down my wine?"

"Ha, why bother."

Shaking his head, Zhuo Ao was also a little helpless, he didn't have much room to carry around, and now he had to use two bodies at the same time, the originally ample space became tight, naturally gold and silver were not easy to carry with him, but occasionally he would be like this with others Bickering is actually not bad, as the strength and status continue to rise, Zhuo Ao has not felt this way for a long time.

"Miss Yanzi, thank you very much." After the joke, Zhuo Ao looked at Jin Yanzi and thanked him with a smile.

"Even without me, I believe with your martial arts, nothing will happen." Jin Yanzi shook her head and said.

"No, I mean wine money." Zhuo Ao seemed to be a little addicted.

Jin Yanzi: "..."

(End of this chapter)