There were people coming and going at the tea stall. At the table near Ling Yue and the other three, there was a middle-aged man in a lonely woodcutter costume.

Perhaps he made a living by chopping wood all year round, his clothes on his shoulders were taken off. From a distance, it was very eye-catching to mix in the crowd.

Of course, it is not surprising that if you only dress up, among the vast crowd. The reason why this middle-aged man in woodcutter dress can attract Ling Yue's attention was because Wuying frequently looked in the direction where the person was.

"What?" Ling Yue leaned forward a little, lowered her voice and asked, "Do you know him?"

"I don't know." Wuying replied neatly. After seeing the skeptical look of Ling Yue's gaze, he answered again: "I can see you."

"That's amazing." Ling Yue muttered to herself. Doesn't she understand who Wuying is?

Wuying is not the kind of person who will look at others when he has nothing to do. He would rather close his eyes and rest as he spares his energy than to glance at the irrelevant people around him.

Although he said something he didn't know and looked at, Ling Jue really didn't believe that this middle-aged man was an ordinary woodcutter.

"Waiter, I'll put the money here." The woodcutter completely used tea as a thing to quench his thirst. Not long after sitting down, he drank most of the pot of tea in front of him.

At this time, he stood up and easily picked up the two bundles of wood that looked quite weighty, and carried them on his shoulder, "Give it aside, let it aside! Be careful."

The figure had just gotten up and had not left. Wuying placed the teacup on the table that was close to her lips, his face was not rippling, and he said lightly: "It's time for us to leave, too."

"Oh, okay." Through Wuying's abnormality, Ling Yue had long felt that the woodcutter must have had a problem. Wuying stared at him, and must have seen some clues, but because of the inconvenience of people, it was inconvenient to reveal more.

Zhiqiu didn't understand his intention and wanted to ask something more, but Ling Yue pulled him up: "I have been resting for so long and I have relieved my fatigue. Let's hurry up first."

The three of them quickly got on the carriage, and Wuying still took on the responsibility of the driver to drive.

Just after walking out, the small tea stall was located at the foot of the mountain with endless broad vision. Why can't I see the woodcutter for a while?

Ling Yue lifted up the curtain and looked around without success, so she could only give up.

The wheels of the carriage easily turned onto a somewhat steep mountain road under the shadowless horse.

As soon as I got on the mountain road, I lost the smoke of people at the foot of the mountain. Apart from the sparse grass and trees, there was only a woodcutter carrying a load.

"Stop it, please." Wuying wanted to shout at the person in front of him.

But the man turned a deaf ear, and even when he heard the sound of ruts slowly moving behind him, he was still motionless.

"Wow." Wuying simply tightened the reins in her hand, pointed her feet at the ground, and after standing still, she took the horse and walked a few more steps forward: "Is your master living in this mountain?"

"Master?" The woodcutter still did not pause, but this time he gave a verbal response: "I dare not take it."

Their conversations with each other made Ling Yue lift the curtain and take a closer look. Looking at her back, wasn’t it the middle-aged man dressed as a woodcutter in the tea stall at the foot of the mountain?

Not to mention Ling Yue, even Zhiqiu recognized it: "Miss, is the one we just saw just now?"

Ling Yue nodded and got off the carriage with Zhiqiu.

"Your Excellency has held your breath in a crowded place, but after just a moment, he has walked a few steps again, even if the horsepower is hard to catch up." Wuying handed the reins in his hand to Ling Yue's hand, and then stepped forward: "Are you a master in this kind of kung fu? "

The woodcutter knew that he had met an expert and could not get rid of it immediately, so he finally turned to a right-handed: "I have been going up the mountain to chop wood to make a living, but I don't want to get you like this as I am over 50 years old this year."

Wuying pressed the woodcutter's shoulders, and the piece of clothing on his shoulders was indeed rough and uneven: "Your clothes look like a woodcutter, but where does ordinary woodcutters have such strength?"

Wuying bounced up his right foot and kicked the woodcutter's knee. His movement with strong wind was really unexpected.

Not only was Ling Yue and Zhiqiu shocked, but the woodcutter's eyes tightened, revealing a look of panic.

However, after a moment of panic, the woodcutter moved his body, not only avoiding Wuying's right foot kicked by Wuying, but also taking off Wuying's control.

"What? Don't you admit that you are a master?" Wuying forced the other party to passively show his strength out of a tentative attack, so he naturally turned around.

The woodcutter's eyes were full of disbelief. When he was about to refute something, but he had no idea how to say it, he felt a chill on his shoulders.

I looked down and saw that my shoulders were exposed to the bitter cold wind in the mountains. Wouldn't it be cool?

"You young man, you are so rude!" This time, the woodcutter was finally annoyed. His two palms were mastered into fists, and with the strong wind, he rushed straight to Wuying's eyes.

However, the woodcutter's skill is much inferior to Wuying. Wuying just turned his head and let him lose his mind.

The woodcutter is not a ruthless person. With this move, he could not see any advantage, so he relaxed his strength in his hands, and his eyes were full of anger and powerlessness: "Is there anything wrong to stop me halfway?"

Wuying then took a step back and bowed with his fists: "I saw that the master was extraordinary, so I wanted to ask for something."

"Master? Why are you? In front of you, you will still be defeated in one move!" The woodcutter's firewood had already thrown to the side of the mountain road because of his fight with Wuying. He spread his hands at this time, looking very helpless.

But in fact, this masterful person is very useful to the woodcutter.

Wuying glanced at the woodcutter's shoulder and then moved away: "Your Excellency has suffered severe knife wounds on his shoulder and there are traces of burning fire. These are not something a single woodcutter can experience. Such martial arts are of course master."

The woodcutter came over and fought with Wuying again. In addition to being angry, he was actually quite calm. Until he heard Wuying's words, his heart jumped violently.

Wuying took off her clothes to see the hideous wound, but in just a few glances, he blocked her back with one move. If someone else had done anything else, he might not have seen the scars clearly. But Wuying could actually see the appearance and origin of the scars.

Who is the real master?

However, the master of face always makes sense. He cannot lose people in front of others for nothing. So the woodcutter cleared his throat: "The mountain of Xinling is desolate and remote. What's the matter with you here?"

"Master." Wuying looked slightly and gave up her seat to Ling Yue.
Chapter completed!