Chapter 570

"Zhao Xueyuan?"

The two companions glimpsed something from the name structure and showed vigilance, stepping back half a step to keep a distance from "Zhang Xueyuan."

Red Mountain sensed the emotion, snorted, circled and paced, looking down from a height.

Liang Qu looked up at the moon, and the distant thoughts gradually connected.

"Zhao Xueyuan, Third Young Master Zhao... A farewell in Huaiyin, have you been well? Is Steward Zheng, Steward Zheng well? Is the Zhao family, Old Master Zhao well?"

Two names popped up one after another.

"Zhang Xueyuan" rolled his Adam's apple, and every pore on his body tightened.

"My lord, you must have recognized the wrong..."

Liang Qu pointed with his horse whip, looking left and right.

"What is his name? Did he really grow up in Huangzhou since he was a child? This official is the Hengshui Envoy of Pingyang Prefecture. Even in Huangzhou, I think Department Magistrate Xu would be willing to sell me a face for an inferior horse! Think clearly before answering!"

Inferior horse is often a derogatory term used by Wolf Smoke experts for Galloping Horse Initial Realm Martial Artists.

Saying this naturally had the meaning of intimidation and threat.

The two shuddered.

"Back to my lord, Zhang Xueyuan! We two came out of Dushan Town in Huangzhou. We heard that Young Master Zhang of the Zhang family had extraordinary strength and wanted to participate in the Great Hunt, so we traveled together. Apart from that, there is no intersection!"

"Right, the Zhang family is not a local from Huangzhou either. My lord might not be able to tell, but we two heard that the Zhang family members have accents more or less! They speak Huaiyin official language better than us! They are mostly from Nanzhili!"

The two poured beans out of a bamboo tube, and looked back at "Zhang Xueyuan."

Ashen-faced.

"I thought he was so familiar."

Liang Qu "heard" that the two didn't lie.

Really met an old acquaintance.

He didn't have much intersection with Zhao Xueyuan himself, and his impression was sparse.

He only saw him once on the day he was accepted as a personal disciple after fighting with a few ruffians and hooligans in the Yang Family Martial Arts Hall.

But Zhao Xueyuan had a father.

Old Master Zhao of Pingyang Town.

An extraordinary "first-generation rich," the Sword of Damocles.

Pity.

Except for getting a sum of floating wealth after fleeing, the two hadn't met either.

Tall, short, fat, thin, he didn't know anything.

The one with a deep intersection should be counted as the second steward of the Zhao family—Zheng Xiang.

This person once secretly instructed the ruffian leader Zhang to seize grain, oppressed Liang Qu to a dead end, and finally took out a bag of rice to pretend to be a good person, wanting to raise a slave.

Recalling today.

It wasn't raising a slave at all; it was clearly wanting to trick people up the mountain to serve as a hotbed to hatch mountain ghosts!

Afterwards.

Head Zhang sank to the bottom of the river and turned into white bones.

Old Master Zhao took the initiative to explode the thunder, betrayed the Ghost Mother Sect, and fled Pingyang Town with his family on a certain night.

Liang Qu and several senior brothers killed wildly, successfully intercepted and killed the Ghost Mother Sect envoy, and was conferred a title afterwards. The Dragon Blood Horse was obtained at that time.

As for where the Zhao family fled, no one knew.

Never expected...

Liang Qu thought silently.

"Huangzhou, Huangzhou... Old Master Zhao is a businessman, but the business in Huaiyin Prefecture mostly goes by water, and there is no disadvantage, so he has relatives and friends in Huangzhou? The business is done far enough, he must have thought of a retreat long ago, right?"

"After the incident, he took a boat along the Huaiyin River, went deep into the hinterland all the way west, avoided the Ghost Mother Sect's revenge, stayed away from Huaiyin, and the environment was not completely unfamiliar. It was quite smart..."

Zhao Xueyuan was dazed and didn't answer right or wrong.

Liang Qu looked down at the other party, his thoughts messy.

Time has changed.

The two people of the same age have changed a lot.

Sixth Cao Shixiong Cao Rang said Liang Qu was a gentleman changing like a leopard.

The black, thin, short fisherman, three years in a flash, tall, handsome, riding a Dragon Blood Horse, hogging the limelight in the Huangzhou grand event, a look of a heaven-favored child poured into by a big family and cultivated since childhood.

How could he be connected to the mud-legged person who fought for his life with a short stick in the martial arts hall?

Looking at Zhao Xueyuan again.

Met in the martial arts hall, gorgeous clothes, in the prime of life, in the next few years, blood energy was stimulated, just at the time of rapid development.

The "Third Young Master Zhang" in front of him is more than half mature compared to the "Third Young Master Zhao" of that year.

Therefore, he felt familiar at first glance, but couldn't recognize him immediately.

Until now, Zhao Xueyuan probably still doesn't know Liang Qu's identity, his eyes are godless, and his lips are gray.

"You three, come with me!"

Leaving a sentence.

Liang Qu rode away and disappeared.

Zheng Rusheng and Liu Shouping didn't dare to delay.

Three "inferior horses," the opportunity of life and death, the essentials of taking and giving are all in Liang Qu's hands, so they immediately grabbed Zhao Xueyuan's arm and escorted him to follow.

Crackle.

The firewood exploded, and sparks floated up faintly.

Liang Qu sat on the rock and stirred the campfire.

"Guessed who I am?"

Zhao Xueyuan looked up, his dull gaze moved from the Dragon Blood Horse to Liang Qu, and shook his head.

Wolf Smoke expert.

Such strength is rare in Pingyang Town and can be counted on one hand, and it is also remarkable in a big county.

Really can't think of such a person.

Liang Qu pulled out a short stick that was just burning from the campfire, shook his wrist, the flames suddenly extinguished, and faint sparks drifted away.

The moonlight was hazy.

The short stick danced in the air, wind whistled, and the campfire swayed with it.

"Now?"

Zhao Xueyuan frowned.

Half a moment.

Moonlight, human shadow, short stick...

The elements gradually overlapped.

Zhao Xueyuan's pupils dilated, and a sense of absurdity surged like a tide.

"It's you!"

Boom!

The wooden stick was thrown into the campfire, and sparks flew.

Liang Qu turned his head to look at the two who made the fire.

"What are your names?"

"Liu Shouping."

"Zheng Rusheng."

"Locals from Huangzhou?"

Liu Shouping said respectfully: "My lord has a discerning eye, we two are real locals from Huangzhou, grew up watching the neighbors, honest and honest, never committed any crimes, and traveling with Zhang Xueyuan was completely an accident..."

"Can you roast fish?"

Liang Qu grabbed a few Green-Backed Dragon Carp left in the bag.

Zheng Rusheng and Liu Shouping looked at each other.

Others caught them all to count points, why does this master... take them to eat?

"Does my lord really want to roast fish?"

"Can't?"

"Can can can."

The two were busy.

Zhao Xueyuan stared at Liang Qu's back, swallowed his saliva, and his pupils shook.

Remembered.

Remembered everything!

Liang Qu!

A fisherman in Yixing Town!

This...

How is it possible?

Dragon Blood Horse.

Wolf Smoke expert.

Fisherman...

Zhao Xueyuan knew that Liang Qu was accepted as a personal disciple by Yang Dongxiong, but in just three years, how could the difference be so big?

From beginning to end, it's simply...

Zhao Xueyuan regretted coming to join the fun of the Great Hunt very much.

For a long time.

"Can you live?"

Liang Qu said lightly: "Whether you can live depends on whether your father is enough to make up for his mistakes and take out something big."

Liu Shouping poked Zheng Rusheng's arm.

Zheng Rusheng pushed back.

The two collided several times, Liu Shouping was pushed to stagger, and coughed twice.

"My lord..." Liu Shouping sprinkled salt on the roasted fish, "Zhang family, oh no, Zhao family, what crime did they commit?"

"Pingyang Prefecture used to be Huaiyin Prefecture. It was attacked by former dynasty rebels three years ago, and several counties under its command were severely damaged. The Zhao family in Pingyang Town under the jurisdiction of Chaojiang County had colluded with the rebels at that time, later sought to get out, protected Pingyang Town, and sold the rebels, but they still harmed many people in the past."

Rebels.

The two didn't make a sound.

Strange.

What a big disaster.

Liang Qu examined.

"I see you two haven't caught anything?"

"My skills are meager, not good at hunting."

"Starting tonight, you two follow me, help me watch him, and one spirit fish for each of you afterwards."

"My lord, rest assured, serving the Great Shun is duty-bound!"