After Her Divorce, She Escaped With A Strong Man To Farm

Chapter 457: Chapter 457. He’s More Like a Child Than Xiao Qi

Translator: Dragon Boat Translation Editor: Dragon Boat Translation

“I traveled here and heard that the Xiao family’s army has regained its might, so I came to see the Xiao family’s children.”

Zhou Bo looked at his junior brother’s good disciple with a smile. From his appearance, he could tell that he was a man of great nobility. He had the appearance of a son of heaven.

No wonder Shidi said that his disciple was a dragon among men.

“Martial Uncle, can you stay and lend me a hand?”

Xiao Zeyu begged his senior uncle to stay and help him. Zhou Bo smiled and helped him up. “I came out this time to help you achieve your great cause.”

“Thank you, Martial Uncle.”

Xiao Zeyu was overjoyed. The heavens were helping him. Not only did he send over a talent, he even received the help of his Martial Uncle. Why would he have to worry about not taking revenge? Could it be a big deal?

Zhou Bo’s gaze fell on Su Qing’s face. Su Qing knew that he was Xiao Zeyu’s uncle’s master, so she nodded at him as a greeting. This was already good enough for her. Su Qing hated dealing with these complicated relationships the most.

Zhou Bo saw Su Qing’s face and stroked his beard. He said in surprise, “Amazing, wonderful!”

Su Qing looked at him indifferently. Did this mean that he could tell that she had lived two lives?

“Miss, you have a noble destiny. However, you have killed too many people in your previous life and this life. You have to do more good deeds to resolve it. This Penniless Priest will give you a talisman.”

Zhou Bo’s expression was solemn. He took out a yellow talisman and handed it to Su Qing.

Su Qing raised his eyebrows and looked at the talisman. She only believed in herself. Only she could control her fate. Could a talisman help her block the tribulation? She did not believe it.

“Qing’er, my Martial Uncle’s talisman is mighty.”

Xiao Zeyu helped Su Qing to receive the talisman. He had heard from his foster father that his uncle’s master had divined that his father would die and had given him a talisman. He had instructed him to carry it with him at all times. His father, like Qing’er, did not care about amulets. Ultimately, he did not come back alive after entering the capital.

Su Qing glanced at Xiao Zeyu and accepted the talisman. She nodded at Zhou Bo and said,

“Thank you.”

“The two of you are a match made in heaven.”

Seeing that Su Qing had accepted it, Zhou Bo smiled at Xiao Zeyu and Su Qing.

“Yeah, I’m lucky to have met Qing’er. I’ll cherish her.”

Xiao Zeyu also said this in front of everyone. Qing’er was the best gift the heavens had given him.

Below the stage, Xiao Zeyu and Uncle Master met. On the stage, Zhang Jinglin welcomed a new challenger. The two sides competed in fists and legs and began competing in weapons.

Zhang Jinglin’s Green Dragon versus the opponent’s broad axe. The two people fought together. You came, and I went, and the people below the stage cheered repeatedly. This was a visual feast. It was delightful to watch.

Hearing the applause, Xiao Zeyu and Su Qing quickly looked up to the stage. The newcomer was a tall young man with a square face and thick eyebrows. His skin was dark red, and he was wearing tattered clothes. His clothes were torn to the point that his flesh was exposed. It was shabby in the middle of winter, but his tattered clothes did not cover his aura. He looked dignified.

“That’s right. These two little boys are your left and right arms.”

Zhou Bo said to Xiao Zeyu with a smile as he watched the fight between the two people on stage.

“Martial Uncle is right. These two are not bad.”

Xiao Zeyu was also watching with great interest. He was also very fond of the young man who had just stepped onto the stage.

He went to ask Wu Xiangyang, who was in charge of registration, “What is the name of the new young man?”

Wu Xiangyang was watching the show with his blood boiling. When he heard Xiao Zeyu’s question, he quickly replied,

“Zhou Chuan.”

“Where?”

Xiao Zeyu picked up Zhou Chuan’s registration card. His words were like a person’s. His handwriting was resonant and powerful. His brush moved like a dragon and snake. One look showed that he was not someone from the pool.

“Xinyang.”

Wu Xiangyang hurriedly reported. Age and place of birth were all mandatory for registration.

“Mm, not bad. Do a good job.”

Xiao Zeyu was also very satisfied with Wu Xiangyang. His essay was also full of beauty, but it was still lacking compared to the top three, so he was forced to take fourth place. He almost replaced Zhang Jinglin and let Wu Xiangyang take third place.

“Thank you, Young Master.”

Wu Xiangyang was very excited to receive the Young Master’s praise. Now that he could make the Young Master remember him, when he conquered the world in the future, he would be able to have a place for himself.

Xiao Zeyu returned to his seat and saw the two people on the stage fiercely fighting. The Azure Dragon Saber could only leave deep marks on the heavy hammer but could not completely cut it off.

Zhou Chuan could sense that Zhang Jinglin was holding a treasured saber. It was even more difficult for him to deliberately avoid his blade during the fight.

Zhou Chuan was a strength type, while Zhang Jinglin won with his moves. He dodged and moved, and his movements were agile and changeable. His lightness skill was excellent. The battle between the two could be said to be perfect.

Su Qing was watching with great interest. Her beautiful eyes shone like gems. Some people below the stage watched the martial arts competition, while others watched the beauty. It was pleasing to the eye. It was just that it was too cold. It would be better if she had a smile.

It was noon, and the sun was scorching hot. The two people on the stage, as were the spectators below the stage, were drenched in sweat. It had been two hours since the winner had been decided—the other people who were eager to try retreated after seeing the martial arts of the two people. No one came to sign up, and Wu Xiangyang could watch the competition in peace.

In the end, Zhang Jinglin won by a hair’s breadth and cut off half of Zhou Chuan’s iron hammer, taking advantage of the treasured saber.

“I lost.”

Zhou Chuan admitted defeat generously when he lost. He was very gracious.

“I’m ashamed. I borrowed the treasured saber’s light. Brother Zhou didn’t lose.”

Zhang Jinglin cupped his fists in return. He looked at Zhou Chuan with joy in his eyes. He had met a worthy opponent and a talented person. He and Zhou Chuan regretted not meeting each other earlier.

Xiao Zeyu was even more satisfied with the two of them. He stood up and laughed,

“There’s no need to be humble. You’re both excellent. Have lunch first, then have a theory test in the afternoon and a military test.”

It was already noon. Uncle Master had come from afar, so Xiao Zeyu had first to treat the old man to a meal.

Su Qing was happy today and decided to cook for Zhou Bo personally.

She wondered if the Taoist priest would allow her to eat meat. Su Qing made half of the vegetables and half of the meat dishes. She also took out her newly brewed wine, a jar of Overlord Drunken Wine, and a pot of Jiannanchun and let the old Taoist priest choose.

As it was a family banquet, Xiao Zeyu only invited the old Taoist priest. Zhou Bo ate Su Qing’s cooking and narrowed his eyes in satisfaction.

“Delicious, delicious! It’s a delicacy.”

“Martial Uncle, taste Qing’er’s wine.”

Xiao Zeyu picked up the jar and poured wine for Zhou Bo. He had heard from his master that his uncle-master only had one shortcoming: he liked to drink. He couldn’t move when he saw the wine, and because he was greedy, he gave up the position of sect leader because he despised the Taoist temple’s commandments.

“Good wine, good wine.”

Zhou Bo was so excited that he started dancing joyfully after smelling it. He no longer had the sage-like aura from before. He was just an old, naughty boy now.

“Master, he is more like a child than Xiao Qi.”

Xiao Qi complained to Su Qing about the system. Su Qing felt that Zhou Bo was cute with his uncle-master attitude.

The old Taoist priest really could drink. The two jars of wine that Su Qing had brought had no drop left. Xiao Zeyu only drank three bowls, and the rest went into Zhou Bo’s stomach. Su Qing looked at his stomach suspiciously.

No drumming at all? Where did the two jars of forty catties of wine go?

The tournament continued in the afternoon!