Hello, Yan Chaobai

twelve

"The friendly army doesn't know that Baidi City has been quite uneasy these past few days. It is said that the evil 'poisonous hand' who used to live in Qiandao has arrived at Qutang Gorge, and now the whole city is on guard, so..."

Chizhan rubbed his chin, completely forgetting that he was the one who directly took the other party's "bad guy" from the very beginning.

"Poison hand?"

"It's just a quack title. Poison hands don't use poison, it's just because they came from the Five Poisons of Miaojiang." Chizhan explained.

Yan Chaobai drank water silently, do I look like a Miaojiang person?

"Okay, the misunderstanding is resolved, I'm going to continue working." Chizhan drank the tea in one gulp, mounted his gun and mounted his horse, suddenly smiled slyly, "I'll leave the money for the tea to you, friend!"

Yan Chaobai: "..."

"Wow!" Chizhan, who was eager to escape, was so anxious that his horse was unsteady and almost fell on a tea guest.

When Yan Chaobai saw it, he couldn't help but burst out laughing.

"Hmph!" Chizhan turned his head and gestured disdainfully at him, then turned around and patted the horse away.

The tea drinker who passed by the dog chewed the mud heard the laughter, raised the straw hat on his head slightly with one hand, and looked this way.

Yan Chaobai immediately held his breath.

There was no expression of displeasure on the visitor's face, he just walked to his desk, pointed to the vacant seat and said, "I wonder if I can sit here?"

Yan Chaobai nodded, and the tea guest sat across from him with a cup of fragrant tea that Xiao Er had just brought up. Although the hot tea was fragrant, Yan Chaobai could still smell a familiar smell from him.

Both Qu Xiyin and Qu Dabing have it, the strange fragrance of the Five Immortals.

Yan Chaobai thought about it, and tried to test it: "I was rude to Yan Chaobai just now, please forgive me, I haven't asked your name yet."

The tea guest said: "I am the seventh at home, so the young man can call me Qilang."

"Oh——" Yan Chaobai was dubious, Qu Qilang?Isn't this name too strange... (Qu Dabing: Isn't the Five Poison Sect all surnamed Qu? Hey!)

But he didn't want to have the cheek to "ask" again, so he had to call "Brother Qilang".

This time it was the tea guest who didn't hold back and laughed.

"My surname is Potu, Potu Shichiro."

"So it's Brother Potu." Yan Chaobai followed the good advice.

Poto Shichiro: Why does it always feel weird...

"Brother Potu, is this the first time you have come to Baidi City?" Yan Chaobai asked again.

"Yes, looking for Cangyun, passing by here."

"Cang Yun?" Yan Chaobai was stunned, one, two, three, did Wudu move his family north to avoid the summer heat?

"Looking for someone." Potu Qilang obviously didn't want to talk about this matter, he was about to change the subject when he saw a slight smile in Yan Chaobai's eyes.

This kid deliberately tricked me into opening my mouth!Potu Qilang knew that his identity as a member of the Five Poison Sect had been found out by the other party, he couldn't help being angry and amused, he pressed down the brim of his hat, drank the hot tea in his cup, got up and wanted to say goodbye.

"Brother Potu, wait a minute." I didn't want Yan Chaobai to stand up, "I just said, my surname is Yan."

"Yan?" Potu Shichiro didn't react for a moment, "What?"

"...I come from Cangyun."

"Oh oh oh!" Potu Qilang suddenly realized, "Yan Chaobai!"

"...I might know the person you're looking for." Yan Chaobai began to regret why he had talked to this person, just ignore him as usual...

"That's right!" Potu Qilang was overjoyed, "I live in Qiandao, and I have never been to this Tang Dynasty, but since you are his disciple, you have probably heard of his name!"

"...I do my best."

"He's called—" Potu Shichiro was about to blurt out, but suddenly rolled his eyes, pondered for a few seconds and then changed his mind, "Ah, forget it, I'll find it myself, and I can definitely surprise him."

"..." Yan Chaobai held the teacup tighter and tighter, and finally resisted the urge to draw the knife.

The two parted at the tea stand, Yan Chaobai walked away, Potu Qilang walked out of everyone's sight, he shook his wrist casually, a slender centipede slipped out of his sleeve, lay on the ground and neighed softly.

"What a lovely child, just like me back then."

The young man took off his straw hat, revealing a face that didn't look like a Central Plains person.The dappled sunlight between the trees hit his long dark brown hair and bare chest, blurring the glimmer of light behind the amber eyes.

"Unfortunately, at that time, I didn't cherish it."