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Forty miles outside the city of Bi'an, there is a ferry named Taoyuan Ferry.

When Zhou Chuze woke up, the boat had already sailed out of the ferry, and a row of willow trees on the shore could be seen from a distance covered with fresh snow.

"You're awake." The young man's voice was elegant and melodious, like jade stones striking each other, indescribably evocative, "Would you like a drink?"

The boat is not big, but the young man has already set up a wine stove to warm the wine leisurely.

He has handsome features and a leisurely posture, wearing a snow-white cloak, like a young man from a rich family traveling in winter, he is in good spirits.

Zhou Chuze didn't make a sound, and only looked at the young man with a pair of black and white eyes. The dark eyes were covered with a layer of water, and the eyes were clear, but they seemed to hide some meaning.

As for the young man's appearance, he naturally attracts people's attention wherever he goes, and he is very used to it.His expression remained unchanged, but he quietly tightened his fingers holding the wine glass.

After a while, Zhou Chuze lowered his thick eyelashes and asked, "Who are you?"

The young man said: "Of course it is your benefactor."

Zhou Chuze said softly: "Next week, Chuze, whose name is Tingyue, is a person who intends to be safe... I also want to ask Mr. Engong for his name."

The young man looked at him for a while, then said leisurely: "Ye Zhuchen, no words, people from outside the region." Then he raised his glass to Zhou Renfeng, "I only have wine on board, no water, if the beauty doesn't want to die of thirst, Let's have a drink, don't worry, the bouillon is not easy to get drunk."

Zhou Chuze had been hit with a palm earlier, and although it wasn't fatal, it made him vomit blood on the spot, which must have seriously injured him.But now there was only a dull pain in his chest, as if all the blood had been rubbed away.

"Benefactor healed my wound?"

"Well, yes." The young man glanced sideways, and said teasingly, "The beauty's chest is really wonderful, but there is a big palm print on it, wouldn't it be a disappointment?"

Zhou Chuze looked up at Ye Zhuchen again, and said, "Thank you benefactor."

Ye Zhuchen met his gaze, just smiled calmly and poured himself a glass of wine.

As soon as Zhou Chuze calmed down here, he recalled the scenes in the mourning hall of the Zhou Mansion.In that big fire, both jade and stone were burned, but it also saved my father's body from being insulted by those people, so it was not bad at all.

Although Niian is his home, it is also the territory of the Wulin League after all. Chen Qing's appearance shows that he no longer regards him as a nephew. Lu Changting turned his back on him after his father's death. , such as the Fusong Sword Sect, it seems that they can't believe it now.

Sooner or later, he would leave An'an City, so it's good to leave like this.

"Does benefactor know...how is my uncle now?"

"Marshal Zhou..." Ye Zhuchen thought for a while, then showed a harmless and handsome smile, "I don't know."

Zhou Chuze's heart sank instantly. It seemed that his uncle was really dying in the prison.Even if he is not dead now, it is absolutely impossible for the emperor to let him out.

From now on, there is no one to worry about in this world.

Unexpectedly, a figure of a person jumped out of his mind uncontrollably again. The person was sitting on the side of the bed holding a medicine bowl, almost sighing and said, "Young master, what should I do with you?"

Zhou Chuze felt his heart was cold, but it was numb, but it didn't hurt anymore.

He deserves what he deserves for trusting a traitor in such a way.

After Ye Zhuchen had a few glasses of sake, he reminded the young master of the Zhou family that he was still on his own boat: "Don't beauties want to know where we are going?"

Zhou Chuze coughed lightly and said, "Excuse me?"

Ye Zhuchen frowned slightly, leaned over and tucked a corner of the brocade quilt for him, not caring about Zhou Chuze's momentary stiffness, and said to himself: "Go down the river, travel three hundred miles, and reach one of the four largest lakes in the world. Xiuhu Lake. The lakeside is naturally the beautiful Chuxiu Mountain. Among the mountains, there is a lone peak called Fulong, which is the place we are going to."

"Bound Dragon Peak?"

Legendary place - it is said that Binlongfeng is the holy place for martial arts in the world, and those who are not talented will never see it, and those who are not strong-willed will never go, it can be regarded as the most fascinating place in the Jianghu.

"Is there really such a place?"

Ye Zhuchen raised his lips and smiled: "Naturally, it was the peak master who sent me to look for you."

"Peak Master?"

"Although he is not a decent man, since you are the son of Zhou Renfeng, he probably won't treat you too badly."

"I still don't know what the relationship between Peak Lord and benefactor is?"

"It's easy to say, it's the tutor."

After speaking, he poured himself a glass of wine.

Thinking of Ye Zhuchen's peak lightness kung fu, Zhou Chuze was not surprised by the answer, but asked, "Then what do you care about my father?"

Ye Zhuchen's hand clinging to the wine glass paused for a moment, tilted his head slightly, and asked with a smile, "Have you ever heard of Sword Warriors?"

Zhou Chuze didn't answer - for the son of the number one swordsman in the world, this question didn't make any sense.

And in this arena, who hasn't heard of Sword Warriors?

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Ye Zhuchen was right, he only had wine on board, no water.

Zhou Chuze stayed in the boat for a long time, but he was still unwilling to drink a drop of wine.Seeing his tired face, Ye Zhuchen didn't insist after all, and poured a jar full of alcohol into the river.

When the wine was poured, the boat sailed in the river.

Ye Zhuchen walked across the river, landed on the ground in a flash, and was already in the air in a blink of an eye. When he turned back, the small bowl in his hand was already full of snow.

Although Zhou Chuze doesn't know martial arts himself, he has been exposed to it since he was a child, and he has seen many martial arts masters, so he has extraordinary eyesight.He can naturally see that Ye Zhuchen is young, but his lightness kung fu is the only one he has ever seen in his life. I am afraid that he has not only reached the pinnacle, but has already reached the acme of perfection.

Pour a bowl of snow into the thermos pot, add fire to the small stove, and heat it until it boils.

Ye Zhuchen was polite, with picturesque eyes, and said, "Please."

If it were any other person, a benefactor could do such a thing for himself, first saving lives and then healing his wounds, and now it is even more laborious to boil a bowl of water for himself, I am afraid that he would be very moved.But Zhou Chuze was respectful and modest since he was a child, but now he just watched Ye Zhuchen silently for a while: "Why bother?"

"All the beauties in the world deserve to be treated well." Ye Zhuchen said leisurely, "Even if it's not mine, it doesn't stop me from pity. Beauties don't need to think too much. The long journey is long, and I just want to feast my eyes .”

The words are gentle and affectionate, but also cold and ruthless.

The journey was indeed long. Zhou Chuze knelt down in front of the mourning hall all night before, and was injured again. His body has returned to a weak body after being recuperated in recent years. Now is indeed not the time to be brave.

He lowered his eyes and slowly swallowed the snow water boiled with internal force.

A thought slowly became clear in his mind, and this thought came almost as soon as he saw Ye Zhuchen.He didn't dare to think deeply about the origin of this savior, but the warm snow water still made him feel chills.

Speechless all the way.

Three hundred miles of waterway, in this way, it only takes two days.

When the two got off the boat, Zhou Chuze's injuries had healed a lot, and his face regained a little rosiness, but his brows were still pale and sick.

The mountains stretch continuously, surrounding Chuxiu Lake layer by layer.

Where is the road between heaven and earth?

Zhou Chuze refused to say a word, Ye Zhuchen didn't explain much, just took out a small porcelain bottle from his body, and poured out a drop of white condensate on the back of his hand.Not long after, a group of blue honey about twice the size of ordinary honey came smelling the fragrance.

Ye Zhuchen smiled, and said to Zhou Chuze: "Let's go, I'm afraid the old man is getting impatient."