Hearing the voice of a burly man from the alley, Zhou Zhao turned around. Now that Zhou Zhao had completely understood the ability to control lightning, he was no longer in a hurry.
As soon as Zhou Zhao turned around, he saw a burly middle-aged man with a face as red as dates staggering into the alley.
"Heh, you little Daoist, I didn't expect you to think the same as me.”
As the burly man swayed, he finally came to Zhou Zhao's side. As he spoke, he lifted his long robe. Immediately after, a stream of water rushed out and hit the wall.
Bad luck!
This fellow actually ran over to pee and mistakenly thought that he was like him.
Only now did Zhou Zhao remember that not far from this alley, there seemed to be a simple and crude wine shop. It seemed that this drunkard had run out of the wine shop.
Seeing that the young Taoist priest had left without paying attention to him, the burly man could not help but scratch his head and mutter a few words.
Zhou Zhao walked along the alley and saw that a wine shop not far from the alley was open. Zhou Zhao immediately walked over. If he wanted to complete the mission, Zhou Zhao still had to first inquire about his own location.
As soon as he approached the tavern and stepped through the door, Zhou Zhao was stunned. Compared to the bleak streets outside, the tavern was unexpectedly lively. It was almost full of people, and everyone seemed to be carrying swords. It was quite quiet between drinking and eating, and the air seemed to be filled with a solemn atmosphere.
The instant they saw Zhou Zhao enter, everyone present immediately turned their heads to look over.
A young Taoist priest with a tall and straight figure, handsome facial features, and sparkling skin walked in.
The young Taoist priest's long hair was tied up with a white ribbon. His thick black hair fell behind him. Accompanied by his loose robe, he looked radiant. As he walked, his posture was calm and otherworldly.
Some people looked surprised when they saw Zhou Zhao, while others raised their eyebrows, but they did not move. There were also people who smiled kindly, but even more people frowned, their expressions somewhat ugly.
What was going on?
Zhou Zhao's eyes narrowed slightly, but he was not afraid of anything and still walked into the hall.
"This way, please. One?"
When the waiter in the tavern saw Zhou Zhao walk in, his eyes immediately lit up, and he hurriedly called Zhou Zhao to a table not far away by the window.
"You, little Taoist priest, have a good appearance. However, why are you still staying here instead of going south?”
At this moment, a middle-aged man wearing a gray robe, with a gentle temperament and a resolute face, put down the wine glass in his hand and suddenly spoke.
"The Great Qing army is being pushed back one after another. Tomorrow, the Eight Nation Alliance will arrive at the capital. Little Daoist, quickly take refuge in the south! What is the surname of your elder? Letting you come over at this time is simply nonsense!”
As soon as the middle-aged man finished speaking, a white-haired old man with a long braid coiled around his neck and a face full of vicissitudes of life took a puff of his pipe and then knocked on the table, his expression unsightly as he looked at Zhou Zhao.
Only now did Zhou Zhao realize that this group of people seemed to have misunderstood his identity. Moreover, it was not a coincidence that so many suspected martial artists had gathered here. They seemed to have something to do.
"I appreciate your good intentions, but I still have something important to do in the capital.”
Zhou Zhao could see that between the two people's words, it seemed like they had good intentions, so he didn't dislike it. After replying to the two of them, Zhou Zhao sat down by the window and ordered a few dishes.
"That's good. However, it's not a wise move to enter the capital at this time!”
When the middle-aged man heard Zhou Zhao's reply, he could not help but lightly nod his head.
"No wonder. I thought I had seen wrongly. The young Taoist priest's skin is white and tender, and there are no calluses between his thumb and forefinger. He is indeed not a martial artist.”
When the old man beside him heard Zhou Zhao's words, he sized him up again. His gaze swept over Zhou Zhao's hands and nodded.
When the surrounding martial artists heard that Zhou Zhao was not on the same side, the originally different thoughts in their hearts immediately dissipated, and they began to talk in low voices in their respective circles.
"Eh, why is the Little Daoist here too?”
Zhou Zhao was eating when the boorish man who had been casually peeing in the alley came in. He casually glanced around and was quite surprised when he saw Zhou Zhao.
However, he very consciously returned to his seat, which was with the middle-aged man who had just started. After this burly man sat down and whispered a few words to the middle-aged man, he greeted Zhou Zhao in a familiar manner and chatted with Zhou Zhao casually.
Soon, Zhou Zhao learned their names. The middle-aged man was Zhong Qi, the burly man was Zhong Ling, and the old man who had reminded Zhou Zhao was Lin Mu. Now that the martial arts world was calling for them to defend against the invasion of foreigners, many martial arts experts were heading north. They were not the only ones. At this moment, many martial arts experts were already on their way or had arrived at the capital.
"Martial arts expert? This?"
Zhou Zhao was stunned, and could not help but re-size up the people around him.
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