He picked up a chopstick of noodles and put them into his mouth, then took a sip of fragrant noodle soup. Zhuo Yuming nodded frequently and signaled to Shu Jinran to try it quickly.

Looking at the behavior of the man in front of him, Shu Jinran couldn't help but feel a little overwhelmed. What kind of brain circuit is this person? Who can eat noodles heartlessly under the double pressure of one of the Five Emperors Ghost Tathagata and the No. 1 killer organization in the Void Spirit World? This person is usually calm and has a close mind, and doesn't look like a fool.

Forget it, he is not afraid of death, he is worried about a hammer for him!

As he was furious, Shu Jinran fell into the chopsticks and bowls and simply focused on dealing with the noodles on the table. It was soft and fragrant. Not to mention, it tasted really good.

Zhuo Yuming smiled secretly when he saw the beauty's face. This noodle restaurant is really right, and he deserves the banner.

In fact, after escaping from the mustard seed world that night, Zhuo Yuming's heart was covered with a shadow. He naturally knew that the existence of the Ghost Tathagata who had the cultivation of God had naturally felt that he had obtained the opportunity in Xingyang City. If the other party was really anxious to come and kill him and rob the Buddha's heart, he would not escape from heaven and earth to death. Since he must die, what's the point of worrying anymore? It's better to take advantage of the beauty and enjoy the joy of this secular and ordinary place. As for the assassination of Xiaojia Mountain, he was not too worried. As long as the land gods came in person, with his current cultivation and his body of divine forbidden treasures, he would probably have to break a few big teeth if he wanted to bite his hard bones.

Perhaps it was because Shu Jinran's worrying expression that Zhuo Yuming's bowl of noodles was particularly sweet. There was no sugar in the noodles, so why was it so sweet that it was so sweet to the heart.

He swallowed the noodles in the bowl and swept away all the noodles, and even the clear water noodle soup was left. Zhuo Yuming slapped the table.

"Man, let's have another bowl."

"Okay! Please wait, let me give it to you."

Shu Jinran didn't raise her head, but just rolled her eyes wide and continued to chew the noodles in her mouth.

If such a guy who is out of line inherits the Taoist throne, the Spirit of the Human Emperor in Heaven may not be able to rest in peace.

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Sishui City is located in the southwest of the Great Qin Dynasty and belongs to Qiyuan County. This Sishui City was not in the territory of the Great Qin in the early years. It was a hundred years ago when the Great Qin wiped out a small country where it was originally located. Guo Sishui, the general who led the army at that time, resigned from his official position and returned home in anger with a seal. The king of the Great Qin Dynasty immediately fought for his whole life and worked hard and made great contributions. He simply drew such a piece of land from the territory of the small country to grant Guo Sishui and granted a King of Pingxi. This Sishui City is one of the cities built as his fiefdom, and was named after him as the King of Pingxi.

Guo Sishui was appointed as the queen, and many veterans in the army resigned and came to Sishui City to join him.

Over the past century, a large group of general seeds gathered, and the martial arts trend of Sishui City became increasingly popular. Therefore, Sishui City was almost the most concentrated place for pure martial artists in the entire territory of the Qin Dynasty.

King of Pingxi Guo Sishui was covered with golden swords and iron horses. He had already suffered countless secret injuries on the battlefield. Even though he was a king of a different surname, he got many magic medicines from the mountains, but he still passed away forty years ago. However, it was a good thing that the generals on the battlefield could live to a 90-year-old and have a good death. After Guo Sishui died, he had three daughters and one son. The youngest son, Guo Dingshi, inherited the throne of King of Pingxi with the compass of the King of Qin.

Guo Dingshi was quite good at being a father, with swords, guns, sticks, and military strategies. The military strategy and strategy were not many of them. He continued to follow the little prince who had now left the word "small".

Deng Shuo was one of the hundreds of guests under the Prince of Pingxi and had the highest status.

As Guo Sishui's best friend, the current King of Pingxi also respects him very much. When there is no one behind his back, he always calls him Uncle Deng.

Deng Shuo was originally a pure martial artist from Bingyuan Prefecture. When he was traveling to Shenzhou in his early years, he accidentally saved Guo Sishui's life on a battlefield. A rough man like Guo Sishui would not say anything beautiful, but just forced his benefactor to drink a lot of money. As a result, after drinking two drinks, the two became close friends. Before his death, the old prince waited in front of him, except for the direct descendants of the Guo family, Deng Shuo was the only foreigner.

Today, two uninvited guests came to the royal palace.

The visitor was a man and a woman. The man had a long ink gown and middle-aged appearance, which was extremely ordinary. The woman was dressed in white and vigorously dressed in a handsome and handsome appearance.

The two of them knocked on the gate of the palace, but instead of paying homage to the prince, they appointed them to pay homage to the chief guest Deng Shuo.

Deng Shuo was not a person who was pretending to be an air. He didn't think much about it when he heard the doorman's report. He just asked the servant to take the two to a side hall to wait. Then he walked out of a separate courtyard given to him by Guo Sishui and walked towards a living room in the royal palace.

"Jinran! Why are you here?"

Deng Shuo stepped into the side hall and saw a man and a woman waiting on a wooden chair. He immediately spoke out in surprise. The man didn't care, but who wasn't this woman in white?

Zhuo Yuming frowned slightly, looked up at the tall man standing at the door carefully. Jinran? This title is a little harsh. Seeing the man with a surprised look, he seemed to be very close to Shu Jinran. Zhuo Yuming, who was a little savory, turned his head to look at the woman in white beside him. The woman's face had no change in expression, and she still had a slightly cold expression.

"Brother Deng, Jinran heard Uncle Sui say you are here, so he came to see you on the way."

Shu Jinran stood up and nodded to Deng Shuo, which was considered a courtesy. He pointed his hand at Zhuo Yuming behind him and introduced: "This is Mr. Zhuo, a casual cultivator I met in the Demon-Shencheng. He has a good relationship with me."

After hearing Shu Jinran's words, Deng Shuo turned his gaze to Zhuo Yuming, and the smile on his face slowly calmed down.

"I've met Brother Deng in Zhuo Yuming."

Zhuo Yuming naturally realized that Deng Shuo was also a pure martial artist. Although he didn't know what his relationship with Shu Jinran had, he didn't ask much on the way, but since Shu Jinran called him "Brother", he naturally followed suit. Zhuo Yuming stood up, hugged his fists, and spoke first.

"Young Master Zhuo."

Deng Shuo, however, just nodded and returned the gift. His sharp eyes were patrolling Zhuo Yuming. There was a little vigilance on his face, as if he was carefully looking at an opponent on the battlefield. Deng Shuo seemed to have no reason, and he felt a little hostility towards the unsightly man in front of him.
Chapter completed!