He Has a Dragon

The more Wang Le thought about it, the more worried he became. He couldn't help but swallowed his saliva dryly, and thought to himself: "Is it possible that this old man Nan is the Taoist who covers the sky?"

At this time, Wang Le's mind recalled the calmness and calmness in Old Man Nan's eyes when he mentioned Guixu Guanzhu, without any other emotions.

For a long time, in Wang Le's impression, no matter who mentioned the four words Guixu Guanzhu, they would more or less reveal awe and fear from the bottom of their hearts, as well as their respect for this number one person in the martial arts world. Deeply adored.

The only exception was the old man Nan whom I met at Nanji Restaurant today. He did not show the so-called worship and awe at all.

Looking back now, Wang Le even found that when Old Man Nan talked about the Guixu Guanzhu, he seemed to be evaluating an old friend for many years.

Thinking of all these things, it was so scary to think about it, Wang Le really didn't dare to think about it anymore.

Because if his guess comes true, it means that Taoist Bi Dougong Zhe Tian, ​​the number one person in the martial arts world two hundred years ago, did not transform into silence, but lived in seclusion in a market town near the central region.

"If Old Man Nan is really the legendary Taoist Zhetian, how did he survive? Is it possible that he, like Lao Immortal, is all because of cultivating the immortal inheritance?" Wang Leru thought.

As soon as he thought of this, he was immediately ruled out by Wang Le, because Taoist Zhetian was born in Bidou Palace, a hidden Taoist sect, and had nothing to do with Lao Immortal's origin, Wanxiang Sect.

But Wang Le will not completely deny this possibility. After all, it has been too long. Maybe he can ask about it when he meets Lao Immortal in the future.

Of course, the premise is that Yunlong Jiuxian Xiao Zhixuan can successfully survive this death disaster and renew his life, otherwise, everything will be in vain.

Then Wang Le shook his head, as if to throw away all the speculations in his mind and calm down.

After all, Old Man Nan didn't try to embarrass him. It was just fate over a meal. From then on, we were separated by worlds.

From Wang Le's point of view, he would never have the chance to see Old Man Nan again in this life.

As for what Mr. Xiang Nan said when he left Nanji Restaurant, it was just Wang Le's casual perfunctory, and of course he was not serious.

Because this martial arts world is destined not to be a place where Wang Le will stay for a long time.

After a while, Wang Le regained his composure and stopped thinking about it. He first identified the direction, and then did not get off the ground and fly in the air. Instead, he moved his feet and rushed straight from the ground to the central area.

Because he was about to enter the densely populated and most prosperous central area of ​​the martial arts world, he had to keep a low profile.

What's more, the matter of stealing the Ten Thousand Beasts Flower is far from over yet.

Although Duan Beiheng, the world-famous person in Bi Dou Palace, took the blame for him, God knows when he would be suddenly sent back to Wang Le.

In the final analysis, he still had a guilty conscience, and Wang Le was no exception, not to mention his always cautious temperament. Of course, he returned to Nanhua Temple as low-key as possible to avoid causing trouble along the way.

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Juque City is one of the few large cities in the central region of the martial arts world. Compared with the Pilgrimage City in the southwest region, it is superior in both area and population.

Of course, compared with Baiyujing, a large city in the central region, it is still slightly inferior.

But these are not important to Wang Le, because he is just an ordinary visitor in this big city.

At three o'clock in the morning, Wang Le, five days after entering the central area, finally arrived at Juque City safely.

Along the way, Wang Le rested during the day and then took advantage of the darkness to fly.

During this process, in order to avoid possible dangers and strange warriors on the road, Wang Le frequently turned on the Deception Dharma Eye to see through his own path, and avoided them in advance to ensure his own safety.

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"Juxian Tea House."

Wang Le, who was walking on the streets of Jique City, stopped in front of a two-story teahouse. He looked up at the plaque above the door lintel and couldn't help but raise his eyebrows slightly.

"What a terrible name for a street.

Can you choose something a little more elegant and refined? "

Wang Le muttered in his heart as he walked up the three steps, crossed the threshold and entered the Juxian Tea House.

Just like the name of the bad street in Wang Le's eyes, the furnishings and structures inside the teahouse are ordinary and there is nothing eye-catching about it.

Seven or eight tea tables are neatly placed in the hall. In the corner is a middle-aged woman wearing a green palace dress who is playing the guzheng. Her appearance is the same as that of this teahouse, and she is extremely ordinary.

But if you take another look, you will see that this middle-aged woman has a harmless temperament that makes people feel close to her.

Although the tea house was filled with beautiful and soothing music, it was a pity that the tea guests present were not elegant people, and the noise between chatting and laughing was very noisy.

However, Wang Le was very satisfied with this, because the purpose of entering Juque City was to find out the rumors, especially what was going on with the rumors about the Daobao Ten Thousand Beasts Flower.

This kind of tea house and restaurant is a place where people from all three religions and nine streams are mixed together, and it is the best place to listen to the rumors and trends in the market.

At this moment, the waiter who had just served snacks to a guest hurriedly ran to Wang Le and asked with enthusiasm and respect: "Sir, are you staying on the first floor, or are you going to the private seats on the second floor?"

Wang Le replied calmly: "I won't go up, just find a seat for me!"

Immediately, the enthusiasm on the waiter's face suddenly dropped by a third, but he still guided Wang Le to sit down at an empty table with a professional smile on his face.

The young waiter followed and asked Wang Le: "What kind of tea would you like to drink, sir? I have the best Qiangan Dew here, the green peak before the rain, the giant monkey king..."

Before the man finished speaking, Wang Le, who was sitting on the Grand Master's chair, was not here to drink tea. He had no intention of listening to the other party talking so much nonsense, so he waved his hand and interrupted: "Just the green tips before the rain."

After a pause, Wang Le did not forget to add: "By the way, give me a portion of your Juxian Tea House's special snacks and so on."

At the end, Wang Le waved his hand and said: "Okay, that's all, hurry up and do it for me!"

Seeing Wang Le's impatient look, the waiter in the teahouse nodded quickly and said, "Sir, please wait a moment. I'll prepare green tips and special snacks for you right away."

After saying that, the teahouse waiter turned around and walked quickly to the back of the teahouse.

While he was waiting, Wang Le lay down in the Taishi chair under his buttocks, looking very tired and resting with his eyes closed.

After all, these days, I have been flying all night and rushing on the ground during the day, with very little rest. At the same time, for the sake of safety, it is necessary to turn on the Deception Dharma Eyes from time to time to predict whether the route is dangerous or not.

Of course all this was for the sake of returning to Nanhua Temple as soon as possible, but it also inevitably made Wang Le a little tired.

However, as long as he takes a good rest for half a day, Wang Le believes that he will fully recover.

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