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

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.” n((o)/V()E.)L--b((1/(n

“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.”

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!