Chapter 67

The small garden was silent.

The two combatants still stood there, the little money lover was terrified.

At this point, the tip of the sword was still an inch away from her forehead.

Fortunately, Zhao Yun retracted the sword in time; otherwise, she would have been killed instantly.

Pfft!

Zhao Yun retracted his sword, and a mouthful of fresh blood spurted out. By forcefully retracting the sword, the sword's power and intent backlashed into his body, causing internal injuries.

It was said to be precise, but in fact, it was not yet perfectly refined. If he had reached the pinnacle, he could instantly release and retract the sword without suffering from the backlash.

"I lost."

Baimeng pouted, it was the first time she had been defeated at her level.

"Zilin, bringing her here was an excellent decision."

The old man in the hemp robe smiled inwardly. The little money lover was too strong, with no defeats at her level, and a smooth path. She needed a setback to settle her mind.

And Zhao Yun was an excellent whetstone.

To be precise, the two were whetstones for each other. If it weren't for the little money lover, Zhao Yun wouldn't have experienced a rebirth in swordsmanship.

As he spoke, Zhao Yun spat blood again.

He underestimated the power of the Wind and Thunder Sword. In the future, he should use this move sparingly. Once this move was unleashed, it couldn't be retracted recklessly.

"Talent!"

The old man in the hemp robe sighed, already descending from the second floor. He placed a hand on Zhao Yun's shoulder, and a gentle true essence flowed in, helping Zhao Yun to dispel the backlash.

Crack!

Zhao Yun lightly chanted, his body trembled, and the residual sword energy in his body was dispelled. Though intangible, it was sharp enough.

After a long time, Zhao Yun's complexion gradually turned rosy.

Looking at the little money lover, his eyes no longer held the casualness they once did. There are mountains beyond mountains, and people beyond people. Today's encounter was indeed true.

"Man and sword as one."

Zhao Yun seemed a bit obsessed, pacing back and forth with his hands in his sleeves, silently pondering. Compared to sword techniques, he valued the intent of the sword more.

Soon, Wu Er arrived, holding a map.

Only then did Zhao Yun regain his composure, returned to his room, and locked the door.

This time, he fused a steel plate.

Yes, a steel plate, embedded in the wall, mainly to prevent the old man in the hemp robe from passing through the wall. If he wanted to go through the wall, let him!

After doing this, he spread out the map.

The map was not small, about three to five hundred feet, covering a vast area of ten thousand miles, including the ancient city of Wanggu, Qingfeng City, Chiyang City, and Canglang City.

"Here?"

"Seems not, the terrain doesn't match."

"This is hard to find."

In the room, his muttering was frequent. One hand held a magnifying glass, the other a treasure map, comparing each area on the large map.

This search lasted a whole day.

By nightfall, he plopped down on the ground, his expression gloomy.

"Not in this territory?"

His muttering was somewhat inexplicable, he couldn't find it.

It shouldn't be!

Since it's a treasure site, it shouldn't be too far away. Why can't I find it?

"Zhao Yun."

Just as he was looking, a voice called out from outside the door, quite loud.

Zhao Yun heard it, got up, and left the room.

He saw a figure below, a chubby little girl.

There were many people in the garden, most of them watching her.

The old man in the hemp robe, with his hands in his sleeves, had a strange look in his eyes.

Who is this?

Zhao Yun descended the stairs, looking up and down, determined that he had never seen this chubby little girl before. She called him by name, do we know each other?

"You heartless man, you left me behind?"

The little girl walked over, her words laced with sobs, and her face full of resentment.

"Heart...less man?"

The people present raised their eyebrows. From her words, it seemed there was some romantic entanglement between them, and Zhao Yun had dumped her.

Zhao Yun remained silent, still scanning her up and down.

After a long time, he blew on his palm.

Then, he slapped her.

The sound of the slap was quite loud, stunning his companions.

Wow...

Looking at the little girl, she was slapped back to her original form. She wasn't a girl at all, but a chubby little boy, a black, round little boy.

Yes, it was Niu Hong.

Clearly, he used a transformation technique, but it wasn't very refined. Otherwise, Zhao Yun wouldn't have slapped him so powerfully.

Compared to Zhao Yun, the old man in the hemp robe had already seen through it.

No illusion could fool someone at the Earth Concealment stage. Because he saw through it, his eyes were strange. Seeing Niu Hong act coquettishly, he suddenly felt a wave of nausea. This little black fatty was truly amusing.

"Black and round."

"I've never seen anyone so black."

"What did he eat to grow like this?"

The garden was filled with sighs, marveling at Niu Hong's appearance and skin color, clearly a rare breed. They also sneered at his actions, transforming into a girl and calling Zhao Yun a heartless man, how disgusting.

"You damn."

Seeing Niu Hong, who was slapped and his face twisted, swaying and unable to stand, he thought he could fool Zhao Yun, but was caught and slapped unexpectedly.

"Does it hurt?"

"It hurts."

"Good, it should hurt."

Zhao Yun's conversation with him was simple and easy to understand.

The meal was quickly served.

The atmosphere at the banquet was somewhat eerie. Niu Hong was fine, sitting down and eating, not treating himself as an outsider. Zhao Yun was also fine, just focused on eating.

The others, however, had no appetite, just staring at the little black fatty. Some, like Lu Mang and Old Sun, were still trying to figure out what kind of creature he was. The old man in the hemp robe, however, had a deeper gaze.

"Special bloodline."

This was his assessment of Niu Hong. His black skin wasn't from the sun, but from birth, definitely related to his bloodline. However, it hadn't fully awakened, and with his experience, he couldn't identify the lineage.

Similarly, the little money lover had a deep gaze.

Since sitting down, she had been propping her cheeks with her hands, staring at Niu Hong. As a fellow with a special bloodline, there was some strange resonance. The little black fatty was definitely not an ordinary person, and his background was likely significant.

"I heard your father-in-law's birthday, you gave him a chamber pot."

Niu Hong, holding a chicken leg in one hand and a wine bottle in the other, ate shamelessly. Even so, he couldn't stop talking. After coming to Wanggu City, he learned that Zhao Yun's real name was Zhao Yun, the former young master of the Zhao family, with many well-known legends. He heard them all, including the chamber pot given to Liu Cangkong on his birthday, which stood out among all the gifts.

"As a son-in-law, it's appropriate."

Zhao Yun spoke solemnly, with a serious tone.

"If I were to say, you should have given a coffin."

"Don't joke, he'll curse you."

The two exchanged words, becoming the most entertaining part of the meal.

"Two clowns."

The old man in the hemp robe's expression was the most accurate. Neither Zhao Yun nor Niu Hong were good boys at heart.

After the meal, the little black fatty was beaten up.

By the little money lover, who said they would practice, but one slap made him cry. The little black fatty still held his soul bell, but it had no effect on Baimeng, who punched him into a half-paralyzed state.

Seeing this, Zhao Yun ran away quickly.

In a real fight, he might win the little money lover in a sword duel, but if it came to a physical fight, Baimeng could make him cry. With his brute strength, dominant physical body, and terrifying bloodline, it would take only a few rounds to defeat him.

In fact, the little money lover most wanted to beat was Zhao Yun.

With no defeats at her level, she couldn't accept it, and was thinking about another fight.

Crack!

Zhao Yun locked his door and returned to the map, determined to find the treasure. The treasure map had no route, only terrain.

This made it hard to find.

For the past two days, Wu Er kept bringing maps, each covering a larger area, from ten thousand miles to eighty thousand miles. The eighty-thousand-mile map covered the entire room, and comparing each area made his eyes spin. Unfortunately, he still hadn't found it.

"It shouldn't be!"

Zhao Yun scratched his head again, sitting down. With a map, he couldn't find it, let alone without one. It was like searching for a needle in a haystack.

Bang!

Just as he was looking, he heard a loud thud.

Wow...

Then came the old man in the hemp robe, gritting his teeth. In the middle of the night, he came to chat with Zhao Yun, not through the door but through the wall. Embarrassingly, the wall had a steel plate, and he hit it with a loud thud.

"Comfortable."

Zhao Yun laughed, enjoying the moment. Try to go through the wall again, and I'll bash your head in.

Boom!

The old man in the hemp robe kicked open the door, his face dark, his eyes blazing, knowing Zhao Yun did it on purpose. His head was buzzing.

"Senior, is there something you need?"

Zhao Yun acted as if nothing happened, holding an ancient book, reading it seriously, flipping the pages leisurely, looking quite refined.

"Technique."

The old man in the hemp robe said with a dark face, waving a jade box.

"Sure, sure."

Zhao Yun chuckled, quickly putting down the book and pocketing the jade box. Then he picked up a pen and wrote, not giving the complete technique.

"What are you looking for with such a big map?"

The old man glanced at the ground, where a large map was spread out. There were also maps on the bed and table, large and small, making it look like Zhao Yun was selling maps.

"Looking for my master." Zhao Yun said casually.

The old man in the hemp robe's lips twitched, finding it truly fresh. Looking for a master on a map, what a peculiar idea. A living person can't be found on a map.

Soon, the technique was written.

The old man took it and left without closing the door, kicking a large hole in the wall. The steel plate in the wall flew down to the second floor.

Coincidentally,

Niu Hong, who was still lying on the ground, had just woken up from a faint. He had just gotten up and was about to stand when he was knocked down again by the steel plate.

"Don't be so rough."

Zhao Yun coughed, if he had kicked him, he would have been flattened.

"Master."

Old Sun came, holding a stack of account books.

"Grandpa Sun, do you know where this is?"

Zhao Yun took out the treasure map. Not finding it on the map, he decided to ask someone, but not the old man in the hemp robe, who was too cunning.

"Wulong Abyss."

Old Sun saw it and immediately gave the answer.

"Wulong... Abyss?" Zhao Yun was surprised.

Looking at the terrain on the treasure map, it was clearly a mountain, but now it was an abyss.

"There's no mistake."

Old Sun smiled, "In the past, I went there with the old master."

"But this is clearly a mountain."

"Master, you're holding the map upside down. It looks like a mountain when upside down, but an abyss when right side up."

"......"