If Guo Huai wants to travel from Shaanzhou, he must first pass through the 800-mile Niutoushan Mountain, and also take a detour through the Wei River flooded area, which is thousands of miles away from human habitation. Taking this route is time-consuming and laborious.
So Guo Huai chose to go from Ningzhou across the Weishui River. Not only was the distance closer, but he also heard that there was no war in Ningzhou. After eating fish for so long, Guo Huai also went to a restaurant to change his taste.
Yunyang County was bustling with people coming and going in the city. Shaanzhou was hit by war and floods. Many wealthy households moved to Ningzhou, which also caused Ningzhou's unprecedented prosperity.
Fu Hua Restaurant, on the second floor facing the street, there is a table full of delicacies. Guo Huai is eating crazily without paying attention to the eyes of the people around him.
The waiter was a little hesitant when he served the food. This person was like a starving ghost reincarnated. He couldn't be eating the King's meal, right?
Guo Huai didn't even raise his head. He slammed a twenty-tael silver ingot on the table and continued to eat meat and drink wine. Naturally, he borrowed his silver from a rich man at night.
With a smile on his face, the waiter hurriedly filled Guo Huai's empty wine bowl with wine, saying, "Sir, this is the signature of our store, the fragrance of drunkenness! Please drink more!"
Guo Huai ate meat in his mouth and said vaguely: "This wine is really good, sweet and sour, with a lingering fragrance on the lips and teeth, which makes people have endless aftertaste!"
Guo Huai picked up the bowl and drank another bowl, "Go and serve me another bowl! Bring me some fresh vegetables!"
"Okay, sir!" The waiter happily went to get the wine. He was a high-roller, and he might even get a reward in the end.
Guo Huai was almost done eating. He drank the last few plates of fried vegetables and drank wine slowly.
At this time, several guests came to the next table. They all carried swords and were obviously martial arts people. They drank a few bowls of wine, and the scene became lively.
One of them said: "Do you know why the Prince's faction suffered such a tragic defeat recently?"
Another person asked: "Isn't it because I, the director of the Demon Cult, has escaped from seclusion?"
"There are indeed rumors that Ren Woxie has escaped from confinement, but we haven't heard of him taking action yet!"
"What's the reason?" one person asked.
This well-informed warrior took a sip of wine and said unhurriedly and unhurriedly: "She's not a saint from the Yinkui sect!"
"What happened to the saint of the Yinkui sect?"
The well-informed warrior said disdainfully: "You don't know this! The saint girl of the Yinkui sect was still a half-step master last year, but this year she suddenly broke through the innate, and her qigong power was raised to the middle innate stage!"
Everyone was shocked, "No way! How could her martial arts improve so quickly? Could it be that she took the Shaolin Great Return Pill?"
The well-informed warrior looked at the surprised expressions of everyone present and said with a satisfied expression: "It is impossible to improve so quickly even after taking the Great Return Pill. Let me tell you a secret. You must not tell it to others!"
Everyone nodded quickly, saying that they would keep it secret, and urged him to tell him quickly.
Guo Huai also pricked up his ears and listened carefully at this time. Unexpectedly, after Wen Ting absorbed her own skills, she broke through to the middle stage of Xiantian and now became a saint of the Yin Kui sect.
"That's because the saintess of the Yinkui sect used the secret method of dual cultivation to recruit an innate master!" The well-informed warrior pretended to be mysterious.
"I just said how could her martial arts improve so quickly? It turns out that she was a congenital master!"
"Yes, yes. But I heard that people who have been harvested by the Yin Kui sect will lose all their martial arts, and eventually their energy and blood will decline and die!"
"That turtle son was so miserable that he was harvested by others."
"Ha ha ha ha……"
When everyone talked about this, they couldn't help laughing.
Guo Huai's face is ashen now. He is the turtle son these people are talking about, and he is the unlucky guy.
"I heard that the innate master who was harvested is the director of the Demon Cult, Wo Xie!"
Everyone expressed disbelief. It was said that Ren Woxie was over eighty years old, a late-stage congenital master, and had an outstanding record and a great reputation. How could he be picked up by a little girl?
"By the way, you haven't said why the prince's faction was defeated so miserably?" one person asked.
The well-informed warrior said proudly: "Isn't it that the Western Prince has won over the seven major evil sects, and the Yinkui Sect is also the Western Prince's force?"
"The Yinkui sect now has two master masters in the middle stage of Xiantian. The two of them joined forces to kill the leader of the Huashan sect, Jian Yuewei, and he escaped! He almost lost his life!"
"The two innate masters of His Highness the Prince's sect have been killed by the two Yin Kui sects. In less than a year, they have killed five people!"
"Let's fight! One thing is going down, the other is going up, and His Highness the Crown Prince will naturally be defeated miserably now!"
"Then His Highness the Crown Prince is very anxious right now. He can't eat well and sleep well!" one person joked.
"Hahaha……"
