Chapter 161

As Zhang Xingyu said this, he sat down on a rock by himself.

The rock was a bit cold and damp, but he pretended not to feel it.

A bite of pancake, a sip of water, chewing slowly.

Chen Qingyun's heart was like a cat scratching.

He kept urging him from the side: "Junior brother, eat faster."

Zhang Xingyu nodded and took a big bite of the pancake.

He ate too quickly, and the pancake was too hard, so he drank water repeatedly.

A quarter of an hour later, Zhang Xingyu ate the last small piece of pancake and stood up, clutching his stomach.

"Junior brother, tell me quickly," Chen Qingyun grabbed his arm.

"Oh my, I ate too quickly, my stomach is bloated, I need to go to the bathroom. Senior Brother Liu, wait a moment," Zhang Xingyu shouted, clutching his stomach.

He looked around and then ran quickly toward a large tree.

Chen Qingyun sat on the rock in disappointment to wait.

Behind the large tree, Zhang Xingyu took out the Immortal-Binding Rope from his bosom.

After a while, Zhang Xingyu still hadn't come out, and Chen Qingyun stood up.

"Junior Brother Zhang, are you done?" Chen Qingyun asked anxiously.

"Almost, almost, Senior Brother Chen, wait a moment," Zhang Xingyu replied from behind the tree.

Chen Qingyun sat down and continued to wait.

After a while, Chen Qingyun asked again: "Junior Brother Zhang, are you done?"

"Almost, almost, Senior Brother Chen, be patient," Zhang Xingyu's voice came from behind the tree.

A quarter of an hour passed, half an hour passed.

Zhang Xingyu still hadn't come out.

Chen Qingyun paced back and forth in the forest anxiously.

"Junior Brother Zhang, how much longer will you be?"

"Okay, okay, I'm done, I'm coming out."

Behind the large tree, Zhang Xingyu pulled his clothes, held the Immortal-Binding Rope, and walked out.

"Sorry to keep you waiting, senior brother. I haven't gone to the bathroom for a long time, so I'm a bit constipated," Zhang Xingyu smiled.

Chen Qingyun nodded: "Since junior brother is done, hurry up and tell me."

Zhang Xingyu sat down on the rock and said to Chen Qingyun: "Senior Brother Chen, come, let's sit down and talk."

"That day, Senior Sister Meng said, she... Oh, look, Senior Sister Meng is here!"

Chen Qingyun turned his head to look.

Where was Meng Ruyan?

His body tightened, and then he received a blow to the back of his head.

When Chen Qingyun woke up, he found himself tied up like a zongzi.

Zhang Xingyu was holding a long sword, gesturing at his face.

"Damn it, you were so ruthless just now, almost killing me with one sword. Now, I'm going to use the sword to poke a hole in you too," Zhang Xingyu cursed.

"Don't, don't, do it, it was all a misunderstanding just now," Chen Qingyun explained quickly.

"Misunderstanding? My hair was shaved off by you, I'm almost a bald donkey; I took a sword to the chest, and a basin of blood flowed out—this can be called a misunderstanding? No way, I must poke a sword into your chest," Zhang Xingyu was relentless.

"Junior Brother Zhang, don't poke, don't poke!" Chen Qingyun begged.

"Logically speaking, your Yinghai Sect and I have some friendship. But you didn't care about old feelings and used a sword to hack me. Now, I'm injured, I've been scared, my hand is shaking quite a bit, and I can't hold the sword steady. When my hand shakes, it's uncontrollable. If I poke a few holes in you, hehe..." Zhang Xingyu chuckled.

"You can hold it steady, you can hold it steady. As long as you don't poke, I'll do anything," Chen Qingyun said.

"Really do anything?" Zhang Xingyu chuckled.

Chen Qingyun felt a tightening in his gut.

"As long as you don't hurt me, anything else is fine," Chen Qingyun lowered his head.

"This is what you said. I want you to never pester Senior Sister Meng Ruyan from now on. Look at yourself, you have a zombie face. Look at your cultivation again, you've practiced for so many years and are still at the Foundation Establishment stage. With your character, are you worthy of Senior Sister Meng?" Zhang Xingyu said.

"I, I..." Chen Qingyun wanted to refuse, but he didn't dare.

"What, you don't want to?" Zhang Xingyu's sword shook twice more.

"I want to, I want to. From now on, I will break off all ties with Junior Sister Ruyan. I will never pester Junior Sister Ruyan again; Junior Sister Ruyan is only a match for Junior Brother Zhang," Chen Qingyun replied hurriedly.

Zhang Xingyu nodded: "You're sensible! Also, from now on, when you see me, roll as far away as you can; you are not allowed to attack me or plot against me. Do you agree?"

"I agree. I agree to everything," Chen Qingyun nodded repeatedly.

"Then you should swear by your Dao heart. Don't play any tricks, don't try to lie to me," Zhang Xingyu thought for a moment and added an insurance policy for himself.

A flash of viciousness passed across Chen Qingyun's face.

Under Zhang Xingyu's coercion, he swore: "I swear that from now on, I will never have any involvement with Junior Sister Meng Ruyan, nor will I do anything to harm Junior Brother Zhang. If I violate this oath, my cultivation will not be able to advance an inch, and I will have no hope of reaching the Golden Core stage for the rest of my life."

Zhang Xingyu nodded and smiled softly: "Senior Brother Chen, don't have such a mournful face. You should know that I'm really doing this for your own good. You really aren't a good match for Senior Sister Meng. If you two were together, you definitely wouldn't be happy."

Chen Qingyun's face was livid, glaring at Zhang Xingyu, gritting his teeth in silence.

Zhang Xingyu put away the Immortal-Binding Rope, inserted the Fire Dragon Sword back, and wore a faint smile on his face.

"You look so good when you smile, like the flowers of spring, blowing away all troubles and all worries; you look so good when you smile, like the sunshine of summer..."

He whistled and turned to go down the mountain.

At the moment he turned, he saw Meng Ruyan.

Meng Ruyan was leaning against a tree, covering her face with both hands, sobbing softly.

Chen Qingyun left quietly, just as he had come quietly.

He waved his sleeves, but couldn't take away his beloved Ruyan.

When Zhang Xingyu returned to the original spot, the old driver had already relit the bonfire.

The morning dew was heavy, the fire was emitting thick smoke, and the old driver kept coughing.

He was concentrating on roasting a sweet potato.

The sweet potato was pitch black, emitting bursts of aroma.

The old driver asked: "Guest, do you want to eat a sweet potato?"

Zhang Xingyu shook his head.

He walked to the side of the carriage and lifted the curtain.

Inside the carriage, Zhang Kaixin hadn't woken up yet.

He was covered with a woman's shirt, with drool hanging from the corner of his mouth.

Zhang Xingyu put down the curtain and walked slowly to the old driver's side.

"Old driver, do you think I'm a bad person or a good person?" Zhang Xingyu asked the old driver.

The old driver swallowed the sweet potato in his mouth before nodding and replying: "Guest, you are of course a good person. You don't shortchange my wages, and you are kind to me; of course you are a good person."

Zhang Xingyu nodded and muttered to himself: "Yes, I am a good person. Just now, someone wanted to kill me, and I didn't kill him. Of course, I am a good person."

The old driver finished the last bite of the sweet potato, drank a few large gulps of water, and then went to harness the carriage.

"Guest, are we waiting for that fairy?" the old driver asked.

Zhang Xingyu poked the fire with a branch and replied softly: "Let's wait. After half an hour, if she hasn't returned, we will go by ourselves."

Meng Ruyan did not return after all.

Zhang Xingyu dropped the branch in his hand and climbed onto the carriage.

"Let's go, old driver, we're going to Aolai Cheng."