In order to avoid his master's questioning, Zhuo Jingyu went down the mountain and planned to take a long trip to Kaifeng. In the red maple forest, Zhuo Jingyu hid in the maple leaf basket. He wanted to get away with it, but he didn't want to feel a pure sword energy.
"Little brother, how do you understand the Sword Rain Order?"
The young man in black jumped down from the tree, turned his back to Zhuo Jingyu, and said, "It was created by Elder Yueze. It is not unusual for many swordsmen in the world to steal from him."
Zhuo Jingyu used the sword rain order to call for help. He originally wanted to treat the dead horse as a living horse doctor, but he didn't have any hope. He thought for a moment, then handed over his hand to write: "Thank you for your help, young hero. May I ask what your name is?"
The young man in black turned sideways and looked at Zhuo Jingyu.
There is an undiscovered red maple leaf on his head, and the red tassels on his shoulders keep shaking due to the owner's movements.
Under the dark night, Xu Qi saw his appearance clearly.
He never expected that the cynical but brilliant Zhuo Jingyu, the second disciple of Elder Yueze, would be here.
"Xu Qi." He looked at Zhuo Jingyu and said.
Intention: Cang Sheng is speechless, Xia is his voice