Chapter 1816: Days have to pass

Mu Chen said: "Master, your subordinates will send you back to the palace

first. Are you injured?"

Zhao Shu said, "Mu Chen, if you lose Ji Wenyuan with you, you will stay in the

training ground for a year and you are not allowed to go home!"

Mu Chen looked stiff.

He met a little daughter-in-law, who was about to marry home.

If you can't go home for a year, your fiancée will run away with someone else.

He hurriedly said: "Don't worry, your subordinates won't hesitate to die!"

He turned the horse's head, pinched the horse's belly with his feet, and

swished away.

Zhao Shu returned to the location of the dragon vein alone, completely sealing

the entrance of the dragon vein.

Standing on the ancient tea-horse road, he looked at the road winding towards

the sky, and thought in his heart that this so-called dragon vein statement,

although not so credible.

But between the heaven, earth and mountains, there is really a self-contained

circulation and harmony.

The destruction of any aspect will cause irreversible changes in the world.

Ji Wenyuan destroyed the trend of the underground mountain range, so that

there was lightning and thunder on the mountain, and flash floods broke out.

The entire Lihua Village was almost submerged.

It also directly caused the big tree to collapse, crushing Gu Yunxiang to

death.

Everything has its own providence.

After Zhao Shu settled down here, he went to the caravan and told them of Gu

Yunxiang's death.

Everyone in the caravan was shocked and sad, and they all said they wanted to

avenge the boss.

This is a matter of their help, and Zhao Shu can't arbitrarily beak. Besides,

if these people want revenge, they have to find Ji Wenyuan. In terms of their

abilities, it is basically impossible.

Zhao Shu asked them to re-elect the pot and continue to transport tea.

After all, life still has to be passed.

Now that Ji Wenyuan left, no one seized the tea ceremony anymore and

embarrassed them.

The caravan can only listen to his opinions.

After dealing with these matters, Zhao Shu rode back to Kyoto, thinking about

going directly to the palace, but felt a little tired.

He is not a person who has never been injured, but today he was drawn too much

blood, and he felt dizzy and cold on the way along the way, and he was a

little sleepy.

When passing by a Huayun room, he dismounted and went in. Seeing that there

were people in the place where he usually sits, he randomly found an empty

table to sit down.

Leng Rushuang came out of the back kitchen and saw him sitting there with a

pale face. He was shocked and hurriedly drove away the two men who occupied

his place.

The two of them were still unhappy, saying that they didn't pay the money.

Leng Rushuang started directly and threw all their cups and dishes on the

street outside.

It's smashing.

The two of them left without paying the guest's money.

Several other guests also ran away without paying any money.

The young man chased out angrily.

Leng Rushuang took Zhao Shu to the position he was accustomed to, then clapped

his hands and said with a smile: "It still looks pleasing to the eye like

this."

Zhao Shu said, "This king can sit anywhere, so why bother to move the crowd.

Don't you have to make money at the inn?"

"I really don't care about the money. Opening an inn... I'm just idle." Leng

Rushuang bent over and approached him, "Master, do you know that your face is

really bad and bad? What happened? Is it? What's uncomfortable?"

She stretched out her finger directly and put it on Zhao Shu's wrist.

Zhao Shu retracted his hand and said, "You are not a doctor, so what's your

pulse?"

"I'm not a doctor, but my medical skills are better than some quack doctors."

Leng Rushuang pinched the thin waist, looked at him sideways, "Master, I have

known you for so many years, this is the first time I have seen you like this.

. What's wrong?"