Qingshanke smiled slightly: "I almost forgot if you don't say it. It seems that I have to go to Qinglan Sect."

As he said that, he raised his hand to take back the fiery red fruit from Qin Ruo's arms, then turned around and left, his figure disappeared into the night, leaving behind the chaos of the Zhao family.

...

The next day, early morning.

Lin Zhao got up early and cooked a pot of mountain pork and a pot of clear porridge. This porridge was prepared for the little wine. Girls should eat it lighter in the morning, while this mountain pork was prepared for themselves and Xiaoshitou. Martial arts must eat more meat when practicing boxing, otherwise their physical strength will not be able to keep up.

After everything was ready, Lin Zhao walked to the front of the wing room and said, "My friend, are you having breakfast together? If you finish eating, you should continue on your way. The weather is good today."

"Thank you!"

Qingshanke walked out of the wing room, clasped his fists and smiled at Lin Zhao, and said, "I have already smelled the fragrance of wild boar meat. This smell... is so familiar. It seems that star anise, pepper, etc. are put. I didn't expect that I could smell the smell of my hometown here."

"ah?"

Lin Zhao was stunned: "You...who are you from? Do you also use star anise and pepper seasonings?"

"Um."

The Qingshanke smiled and said, "I'm afraid I'll have to eat a few more bites this morning."

"It's okay, I'm burning a lot!"

"Yeah, OK!"

So, four people surrounded the dining table. Except for Xiao Jiuer drinking porridge, the other three people put chopsticks on them and soon after, a large pot of mountain pork actually ate almost the same. This green-soldier had a very good appetite and even competed with those of Lin Zhao, a four-level martial artist.

"Lin Zhao."

Qingshanke glanced at Lin Zhao and smiled and said, "I'm afraid I'll have to stay here for one more day and deal with some things. Can I leave tomorrow? I'll settle more money for you."

Lin Zhao laughed: "No, there is no need for this, just stay there."

"Um!"

The Qingshan Guest got up, scrambled to wash everyone's dishes, wiped his hands, looked at the sky, and said, "It's almost time. I'll go out and it's almost dark when I come back. Don't wait for me for lunch. I'll cook more meat for dinner. It's best to cook another basin of pickled fish. Be sure to wait for me to come back before the meal..."

Lin Zhao looked speechless: "Then you should get breakfast, Xiao Shitou and Xiao Jiuer are still young, and they can't stand hungry."

"Um!"

The Qingshan Guest turned around and disappeared at the end of the town.

...

"call……"

In the distance, Chu Huaixi and Huang Tingyu sat on the old banyan tree above the coach's mansion. After watching the figure of the Qingshan Guest go away, he breathed a sigh of relief.

"That's all for the Zhao family..."

Huang Ting met a question.

"Or what can it do?"

Chu Huaixi grinned: "Let me, a tenth-level martial artist, fight with the legendary military saint of heaven and earth?"

"That's really unnecessary."

Old Huang smiled and said, "If you die, I might as well forget it. Besides, Chu Shuai, you wouldn't think that he was a martial artist who punched him like thunder, right?"

Chu Huaixi was surprised: "Or otherwise?"

"He is carrying a scabbard..."
Chapter completed!