"Of course I remember!"

Xue Nu nodded hatred and said softly, "I was taken to that place by the Qi family in a bag, and then handed over to the people of Huangliang Pavilion. I don't know how the people of Huangliang Pavilion attacked me and how I became a dead soldier, because I had fainted at that time, but after I became a dead soldier, they were no longer wary of me, and I also saw the scene around me. How could I not remember such a place!"

"That's great, Xue Nu, where is that place?" Lin Feng said anxiously.

"Xiaozhou!"

Xue Nu gritted her teeth slightly, and her voice was a little cold: "I remember it was on a small hill, and there was a big river not far below the mountain!"

"I am a child of the Qi family in Wanzhou and have seen the world map. When I look at the river, I know that the place is Xiaozhou!"

"That vast river is only available in Xiaozhou. It is the largest river on the continent. It only has that magnificent momentum in Xiaozhou. So I know that it must be Xiaozhou!"

"Xiaozhou!"

Lin Feng clenched his fists and nodded vigorously.

Even if it is not the headquarters of Huangliang Pavilion, it is also a stronghold of Huangliang Pavilion. No matter what, there is finally a little clue.

"Xuenu, if we get to that place again, will you still recognize it?" Lin Feng asked.

Xue Nu nodded affirmatively: "I will never forget that place!"

"That's good." Lin Feng nodded vigorously, and a cold light flashed deep in his pupils.

Ye Zi looked at Lin Feng in surprise. The guy asked what he wanted to do, and could he still want to avenge Xue Nu?

"Xiaozhou..." Lin Feng's face looked pondering.

He really had no idea about Xiaozhou. The biggest map he had ever seen was the one that Xiao Zhen took when he formed an alliance before. He was really unaware of the geography on the mainland.

"Ye Zi, do you know Xiaozhou?" Lin Feng asked.

Ye Zi whispered: "Xiaozhou... I only heard that it is the center of the continent and the most prosperous place in the entire Xuanwu Continent. It is countless thousands of miles away from here. As for other things, I don't know. I have never left this south of Tiannan until now. Sister Xuenu comes from a big family. I must know more. Let me tell us!"

Lin Feng looked at Xue Nu, and Xue Nu shook her head: "I am just familiar with the map of Xiaozhou. I know that Xiaozhou is not much more than Sister Ye Zi. I only know that Xiaozhou is huge, with many mysterious families and powerful sects, and a large number of places where strange beasts gather and various ancient ruins. It is the center of the mainland cultivation world. In fact, I don't know the detailed situation!"

Lin Feng nodded slightly, this information was actually enough.

At least after leaving Tiannan, we have a clear goal.

Since Xue Nu was transformed into a dead soldier on the bank of the Xiaozhou River, if you want to find Ye Ling'er, you must go to Xiaozhou for a trip.

Xiaozhou has many mysterious families and powerful sects, and there must be many forces who know the information of Huangliang Pavilion. These families and sects are also the targets of Lin Feng's contact.

Ye Zi's eyes flashed slightly and she suddenly said, "Lin Feng, when it comes to Xiaozhou, I suddenly remembered something. That thing happened more than 20 years ago and was almost everyone on the mainland!"

"Sister Ye Zi, you are talking about the story of the snow on the night of the Zhuangmao, holding a spear to write poems, and fighting wine with a hundred poems." Xue Nu said softly.

Ye Zi nodded: "Yes, it's the story of everyone Zhuang!"

Lin Feng frowned slightly. He seemed to have heard of this matter, but the specific matter was not clear. He grew up in Heishi Town and although he could read, he had no attainment in poetry, songs and other things.

Ye Zi whispered softly: "More than 20 years ago, Zhuangzi fought against humanities on the river outside Xiaozhou Academy. The boat was snowing at night, and was drunk and pouring ink. It turned out to be a hundred poems to fight wine. Each piece was a masterpiece, which shocked the world for a while and was called the world's number one poet. After that day, Zhuangzi floated away without a trace. These masterpieces were spread throughout the continent and have been sung by people so far!"

Xue Nu nodded and said, "Xiaozhou is a place with the most beautiful literary style. Xiaozhou Academy is even more famous all over the world. Zhuangzi has been dormant in Xiaozhou Academy for ten years, but it is famous all over the world overnight. It is said that those mysterious families and sects highly praised Zhuangzi, and these masterpieces have also been spread from them to all parts of the mainland. A poet who is good at writing and writing can be so praised on the Xuanwu Continent, which is of great strength. Zhuangzi is definitely the first person in the ages!"

"Where can I wake up from the wine tonight? The morning breeze and waning moon on the willow bank..." Ye Ziman chanted.

"The river goes east, the waves wash away, and the eternal heroes..." Xue Nu said.

"Your pearls are sagging with tears, and I wish you would meet before you get married... The autumn wind is bleak, the weather is cool, and the plants and trees are shaking and dew is frost..." Ye Zi sighed slightly, "I don't know what kind of heart the Zhuang Zhuang has had. Hundreds of masterpieces were completed in one go, with different styles, either graceful, sad, heroic, or peaceful... He is just one person, how could he write so many masterpieces with different styles!"

Xue Nu also sighed: "What is rare is that every chapter is unique and has no trace of axe. If there are geniuses in this world, Zhuangzi is undoubtedly like this. 'When the matter is done, I will leave, hide my clothes and have a reputation.' After the Zhuangzi became famous overnight, he floated away, which is really free and easy!"

Lin Feng listened and became a little curious about everyone in this village. However, he was really not as enthusiastic as a family of aristocratic families like Ye Zi and Xue Nu, and he could not understand them half-understand it was from the eyes of the two women, but he saw the sincere admiration for everyone in this village.

In this world where power is paramount, it is indeed an anomaly that a scribe can be so respected by people.

"How much hatred does the west wind have to blow away the brow bend..."

"I am afraid that the small boats in the two streams cannot carry them, and there are many sorrows..."

Ye Zi and Xue Nu were on a whim and recited the masterpieces of everyone in Zhuang. Xue Nu felt a little depressed and her brows were slightly relaxed.

Lin Feng was next to him, and he was so excited when he heard the two girls chatting, but he couldn't even get into anything.

Lin Feng probably understood it. The so-called snow on the night of the building and the hundred poems of wine fighting took place more than 20 years ago. Ye Zi and Xue Nu were only in their teens. These past events must have been told by their elders, but the two obviously highly praised this village, and it was obvious that those poems were indeed very good.

Seeing the two beautiful girls dancing, Lin Feng felt a little sad, and he thought that he would admire him so much if he heard that he had seen the real person. If he saw the real person, he would still have his soul removed.

After listening for a while, Lin Feng couldn't help but interrupt and said, "Ye Zi, this village master...what is his name!"

Ye Zi whispered: "The name of Zhuang Master is Zhuang Zhidie, but it is a taboo for the respected master. Although he is just a scholar, no one dares to disrespect him. Since that night, people have called him Zhuang Master, but no one has mentioned the name Zhuang Master!"

"Why is Zhuang Zhidie..." Lin Feng's heart suddenly moved and looked at Zhuang Lao inside the Feng Ling Pendant.

Old Zhuang's eyes were closed, looking like an old god.

"Master." Lin Feng said in a voice.

"What?" Zhuang Lao opened his eyes and said, "Boy, send your girl away quickly. I can tell you that the second level of the Vermilion Bird Wanxiang Achievement. You have become a warrior, so you can learn this second level!"

"Master, everyone in this village, Butterfly Village... it's not you, right?" Lin Feng asked.

"I have a relationship with me. My name is Zhuang Midie. Who knows this Zhuang Zhidie?" Zhuang Lao curled his lips and said disdainfully.

"It's just one word. Master, isn't that big slut really you?" Lin Feng said half-believingly.

He also heard Mr. Zhuang recite poems and lyrics. The sentence "The people are suffering, the people are suffering, the people are suffering." He was extremely shocked and still impressed.

"Don't think about it anymore. I am not a slut. It's almost the same. If you want to learn poetry, songs and essays from me, I don't understand. If you want to learn to pick up girls, hehe, then I'll find the right person to find me." Zhuang Lao laughed evilly.

“…”

Lin Feng smiled bitterly, and it was true that this extremely powerful guy could make those gorgeous psalms, and the genius who could make those psalms must have a pure soul, so how could he be like Mr. Zhuang?

Lin Feng stopped asking Mr. Zhuang, and continued to listen to the two beautiful girls chatting. He had a slight envy, jealousy and hatred for the Zhuang everyone who disappeared more than 20 years ago. Fortunately, this guy has disappeared, otherwise he would turn around here and the two little beauties in front of him would not know what to be excited about.

...

"A hundred poems on wine fighting... "Inside the maple spirit pendant, Mr. Zhuang's eyes flashed slightly, and a hint of sigh appeared on his face.

"A hundred poems about wine fighting... Hehe, I'm not Li Taibai, so how can I have that talent!"

"Those more than a hundred excellent works are, but I am going to pick up girls and use them to pick up girls. Damn, that little bitch has been forcing me to force me, and I have been copying them from Cao Cao, son of Jian'an, seven sons of Li Du, and Li Du, and I have only collected more than a hundred articles!"

"Damn it, is it easy for me to be the best slut in the world?"

"That damn little bitch..."

Thinking of the beautiful woman in red clothes in the wind and snow, Mr. Zhuang's mouth slightly raised, and a smile appeared. A picture hidden deep in the memory slowly appeared in front of him.

More than 20 years ago, outside Xiaozhou Academy.

The cold wind is blowing above the river, and snow is covered with snow on the deck of the building.

Her beautiful little face had a shallow smile, and she walked towards him gently in the wind and snow.

"Missed Butterfly, thank you." The woman smiled, gently swung the dagger in her hand, bringing out a sad and cold light in the wind and snow.

The feeling of the heart being shattered didn't hurt much, it was just a little cold, like the snowflakes flying all over the sky...

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Chapter completed!