Who lost this loyal dog?

In the dim bed tent, Zhang Ze suddenly opened his eyes, and before he could do anything, he was tossed by his drowsy and painful head.

It was raining and windy outside the house, but the only thing that fell on his ears was the sound of fingers tapping and scratching on the wooden boards. The sound was so loud that it woke him up from a sound sleep.

Zhang Ze retracted his head into the quilt in great pain, and muttered vaguely: What the hell is going on in Gu Qingfeng's room?Sleepwalking?

"Owner?"

I didn't expect that there were still people in the room, but my body was so uncomfortable that I couldn't be bothered to move.He simply hid under the quilt and pretended to be an ostrich without moving.

After finally getting through the beating sound without any disturbance, under the erosion of drowsiness, Zhang Ze rolled his eyes and fell into a drowsy sleep.

"Owner?"

Tianyi called again softly, only to see the bulging ball on the bed rising and falling with the rhythm of breathing, and did not wait for the slightest response.

Even if a martial arts practitioner is physically strong, sleeping with his head under the quilt for one night will not be comfortable. Adding to the discomfort after drinking, after such a night, he will definitely be uncomfortable the next day.

With a helpless sigh, Tianyi bent down, exhausted all his care, and dug Zhang Ze out of the quilt, and placed him properly, while he sat sideways on the edge of the bed, with a trace of internal force on his fingertips, pressing on Zhang Ze's temple , in a clockwise direction, slowly knead and press with moderate force.

It was raining heavily outside the inn, but inside the guest room, no one spoke and the room was quiet.

Tianyi lowered his head and pressed it patiently, his hands that are perfect for throwing concealed weapons did such small things smoothly and smoothly. During the day, he could not change the slightest silence before the collapse of Mount Tai, but the corners of his eyes were slightly drooped, and his face was stretched. More indescribably leisurely and comfortable.

His eyes were focused, as if he was doing something important, until the sleeping person's brows were flattened and his breathing became more relaxed, then he carefully tucked in the quilt and retreated to the wall again, regardless of whether the ground was cold or not, he stood up straight Sitting cross-legged, listening to the continuous sound of rain outside the window, glanced at the master from time to time, and woke up alone until dawn.

As the sun rises, the sound of the rain gradually subsides, but the rest is clear and clean.

After the rain, it was sunny, and it was a fine weather with a clear sky.

In order to replenish some food, water and dry food in the city, Zhang Ze searched around, and sure enough, as he thought, he couldn't find a place that sold carriages, so he had the audacity to continue to hitchhike Gu Qingfeng for a while.

Saying goodbye to the store, packing up the luggage, and the horseshoes ticking, the four of them set off again, embarking on the road to Jiangnan.

Just stop and go like this, after another five or six days, I finally got out of the wasteland and walked on the official road.

Officials and Taoists come and go, there are inns when they are tired, and there are tea stalls when they are thirsty, which makes Zhang Ze and the others feel better when they are on the road, and they have leisure time to enjoy the flowers and see the scenery.

There are still two and a half months before the Juvenile Elite Martial Arts Association, so don't worry.

Zhang Ze gnawed on the fresh plums he bought from the last inn, and sighed contentedly: "It's better to be in a peaceful and prosperous age. If we encounter wars, we won't have such a comfortable life now."

"Peace and prosperity?" Gu Qingfeng, who was leaning against the window and looking out, heard this, closed his fan, and looked back at the satisfied man.

Zhang Ze raised his eyes suspiciously and asked, "That's not counting?"

He swallowed the plums in one gulp, and raised a finger: "The store in Ping'an County has already said that the current emperor cares about the people, and pays lightly for the people, so that they can rest and live with the people."

Gu Qingfeng raised half of his eyebrows.

Zhang Ze held up his second finger: "We have traveled all the way, and there are many businessmen who travel north and south to do business. If the world is in chaos, their business will not be as easy as it is now."

Gu Qingfeng nodded, as a confession.

"The third point," Zhang Ze thought for a while, "the third point, after traveling so far, I haven't heard any rumors of bandits and bandits wantonly hurting people. It can be seen that there is no talk of singing and dancing in this world. , at least ordinary people can live on. No one will let the good life go, just thinking about becoming a bandit."

"Hahahaha," Gu Qingfeng chuckled a few times, spread out his fan and hid it in front of his face, a pair of phoenix eyes that seemed to be smiling but not smiling, "Maybe the first two points are right, but the third point, brother Zhang is wrong. "

"wrong?"

Zhang Ze only felt that for a moment, there was an unfathomable and unpredictable feeling on Gu Qingfeng's body, which made the corners of his eyes twitch for no reason. When he wanted to probe again, it was like an antelope's horns, hard to find.

Could it be that I misread it?

"Exactly. Although I have lived at home for a long time and have never traveled far, I have heard a word." Gu Qingfeng looked sideways at the receding scenery outside the carriage, and said casually, "Confucianism breaks the law with literature, and chivalry breaks the law with martial arts." Don't you see, the previous dynasty was overthrown, and the people in the martial arts have put in a lot of effort."

Zhang Ze has a different view on this: "Brother Gu's words are biased. The world is so big and there are so many living beings. Counting those who are proficient in martial arts, those who have learned martial arts will get one out of ten, and those who possess internal strength will get one in a hundred." , many of them have only learned superficially. If you want to count the people with deep internal strength and extraordinary skills, you have to take another one-thousandth, and those who can really reach the top are only a handful. The collapse of the previous dynasty is God's will, Gu How can brother be counted on the heads of all martial arts people?"

"...Maybe." Gu Qing responded calmly, picked up a plum and threw it into his mouth.

Although the number of people who are good at martial arts is small, if it is used in a local area, its effect may not be comparable to that of thousands of troops.

The two disagreed, and the carriage immediately fell silent.

Fortunately, Tian Yi, who was out to explore the way, came back: "Master, there is a tea stand not far ahead where you can rest."

Zhang Ze hastily suggested: "Really? I just got tired from sitting too. Brother Gu, it's been a whole morning's journey, why don't we go to the tea stand and sit for a while before we go?"

"Alright." Gu Qingfeng put on a slight smile on his face again, "Catch the cool, and ask for a bowl of tea by the way."

It is said that it is a tea stand, but it is just a simple shed with a few logs, a place that can be shaded, and a few tables, chairs and benches, which is very simple.

Only an old man with half-white beard and hair was greeting us at the booth.

Although the things are shabby, I can't stand the good location.Coupled with the scorching sun at noon, the old man's business is still booming. From afar, Zhang Ze saw a lot of people sitting in twos and threes at the tea stand, some with long knives and sharp swords on the table or in their hands, with vicious faces, not like good stubble. .

But feel their aura again, except for one or two internal auras that are slightly longer and have shallow internal strength, the rest have only practiced foreign skills, and they are not his enemies. Zhang Ze doesn't care about it right now, just Take your eyes to the booth.

Fortunately, there are still empty tables.

Zhang Ze took the few copper coins from Tianyi, went one step ahead, slapped the table richly, and yelled loudly: "Boss, bring us four bowls of tea."

"Okay, wait a moment, guest officer." The old man responded, and began to work quickly with his hands and feet.

"Come on, brother Gu, sit here." Zhang Ze greeted graciously.

As soon as Gu Qingfeng appeared, the whispering at the booth stopped immediately, and the passers-by who were resting here all looked at Gu Qingfeng.

Zhang Ze just wanted to cover his face when he saw it.

Don't blame these people for making a fuss, it's Gu Qingfeng who is dressed in thick brocade, rich and powerful, and he can tell at a glance that he is not the same as the other people at the stall.Coupled with his elegant and unparalleled demeanor, he compared those people to beggars on the street.

Qing Ying, who was silently following behind Gu Qingfeng, suddenly took a step forward, blocking the overly presumptuous eyes of those people, and the sharp murderous aura was released as soon as it was released, and the intention of deterring and warning was clearly revealed.

Knowing that this son is not a soft persimmon, these people immediately restrained a lot.

Gu Qingfeng didn't pay attention to this invisible conflict at all, and didn't even give him an extra look. He didn't stop on his feet, just waved his fan leisurely and passed Qingying, and then stood in front of Zhang Zexuan's wooden table, facing The tables and chairs, which were too simple to look good, frowned.

Zhang Ze has long discovered that although Brother Gu is able to endure hardships and stand hard work, he should be plain and simple, but from time to time he has to be unreasonable. Just by looking at his expression, Zhang Ze knew that he had committed this problem again, so he had no choice but to persuade him : "Brother Gu, you are away from home, so you can make do with it."

Gu Qingfeng was disgusted and disgusted, and finally sat down holding his nose.

The old man brought four bowls of water to the table.

Zhang Ze picked up the bowl and drank it down, sighed comfortably, and asked the old man to have another bowl. Just as he was about to drink, his ears moved slightly, when he suddenly heard a loud noise coming from far and near.

This is?

Tianyi and Qingying at the same table were already on guard, their fingers were touching their weapons secretly, and their eyes were looking at the official road.

The only Gu Qingfeng who knew nothing asked strangely: "Brother Zhang, what's wrong?"

"Someone is coming." Zhang Ze said concisely, turning his head to listen more carefully.

"Oh?"

Gu Qingfeng put down the bowl, looked at the empty official road, a little interest arose in his heart, and his smile became more gentle.

If it was an ordinary passerby, Qingying and the others would not have such a big reaction.

That's... provocative?

Not long after, the crisp sound of cold soldiers approaching at an extremely fast speed, the two were fighting in broad daylight, blood splashed when the knife was raised and dropped, and the sound of fighting and wailing was endless, one fled, the other chased, fighting stopped and stopped Go straight to the tea stand.

Those who didn't want to cause trouble put down their bowls and left early. In a blink of an eye, there were only four Zhang Ze left in the bustling tea stall, which was very conspicuous.

The people fleeing in front saw them as if they had seen a life-saving straw, and ran here with the last of their strength, shouting heart-rendingly while running: "Young hero, help, young hero, help!"

Seeing his bloody, unkempt, miserable appearance made people feel uncomfortable.

"Owner?"

Tianyi was worried that Zhang Ze would not be able to bear this scene, and was about to get up to block him, but Zhang Ze shook his head lightly, stopping Tianyi.

I don't know why, he obviously grew up in a peaceful flower grower, and he didn't even dare to kill a chicken, but now he didn't feel any fluctuations in his heart, as if he had been used to it for a long time, and he was not surprised.

When this person was only a few steps away from the tea stand, the person chasing behind suddenly exerted his strength, raised his arm and threw the steel knife in his hand, which hit the back of the fleeing person.

The sharp blade pierced through the flesh, and a bloody tip protruded from the chest. The huge momentum carried by the knife caused the person who was hit by the knife to stagger, knocked countless tables and chairs into the air, and flung himself straight to the wooden table where Zhang Ze was. In front of him, a mouthful of blood suddenly spewed out, his head tilted, and he died.

Zhang Ze was unprepared for a moment, the entrails spewed out by the man splashed into the tea bowl in his hand, rolled up and down, instantly staining the clear tea.

The bearded murderer walked into the messy teahouse unhurriedly, his fierce eyes swept around the only person at the table, and finally stopped on Gu Qingfeng.

He wiped the blood off his face indifferently, squinted arrogantly at the little white face, and twisted his smile maliciously: "Why, little white face, you also want to fight against me, Li Huo Dao Tu Wu?"