The tyrant empress is my wife, I am invincible and have been hiding

Carrying the empty bowls and plates, Sun Zizai walked towards the oil pan without continuing to talk to Ye Feng.

He used to like a life full of swords and guns, but later he found that a simple and ordinary life was the happiest and simplest thing.

In his heart, he vaguely guessed the identity of the young man in front of him.

Recently, the whole Baiyun City has been in an uproar. The state-guarding monarch Ye Feng had just killed all the officials including the county governor Yang Qingxiang in Liuchang County and re-selected officials for the entire Liuchang County. Many people are discussing that the next stop of this state-guarding monarch is very likely to be Xiaohe County.

But he was also a little surprised in his heart. His cultivation was obviously hidden very well. There was no fluctuation of martial arts cultivation on Ye Feng in front of him. How could he tell his cultivation level at a glance?

At this moment, not far away, a young man wearing a Taoist robe and with a handsome face appeared. He had a fair face and bright eyes.

He came to the front of the Zizai Youtiao shop and said in a mellow and clear voice: "Boss, give me two pounds of braised beef, four fried dough sticks, and two bowls of soy milk."

"Sir, please take a seat and wait for a moment."

Sun Zizai's eyes were filled with surprise. He knew very well that within the entire thousand-mile radius, the only person who could wear a Taoist robe and swagger on the street must be from the Northern Mountain Taizhen Mountain of the Song Dynasty. However, he felt very clearly that the young Taoist in front of him had a restrained aura and was obviously very strong.

He shook his head helplessly. He wanted to hide his identity in Baiyun City and sell fried dough sticks, but he didn't expect that some unusual people would come one after another.

This Taoist priest was none other than Xiao Liuer, the last disciple of the head of Taizhen Mountain, Beichun Zhenren. When he was in Taizhen Mountain, he received an order from Beichun Zhenren, saying that the King of Zhen might have some difficulties, and since he was his benefactor, he did not have to continue to practice in seclusion in Taizhen Mountain, and could only come out to help Ye Feng solve the problem.

Sun Zizai brought the braised beef, fried dough sticks and soy milk to Xiao Liuer, and was a little surprised. He didn't think that the other party could eat so much.

"It tastes very good, and the knife skills for cooking the braised beef are superb." Xiao Liuer took some fried dough sticks and braised beef and ate them with relish, as if he had been hungry for a long time. He didn't care about his image as a Taoist priest at all, and just ate and commented on his own, which made Sun Zizai, who was not far away, feel very uneasy.

"Your Majesty, this young man should be a disciple of Taizhen Mountain in Beishan. I don't know who he is and why he appears in Baiyun City." Mi Ling was afraid that Ye Feng didn't know Xiao Liuer's situation, so he hurriedly introduced him in a low voice. Taizhen Mountain is definitely a huge monster within a thousand miles.

Of course, Mi Ling was also very clear that the King of the State in front of him was also a ruthless man. It was said that in just a few days, he razed the Nansi and Qingyue Temple to the ground.

Xiao Liuer ate up two kilograms of braised beef in soy sauce in a very short time. It was because he had been in seclusion for too long that he couldn't remember how long it had been since he had eaten such delicious food.

"Boss, another pound of braised beef."

Xiao Liuer was still hungry and hungry, and shouted to Sun Zizai.

"okay!"

Sun Zizai hurriedly cut the meat, waving the kitchen knife in his hand continuously, and saw the piece of braised beef on the chopping board was cut neatly and evenly.

He brought the sliced ​​braised beef to Xiao Liu'er's table and cleared the other empty bowls. Xiao Liu'er said noncommittally, "The 59th on the Great Song Dynasty Divine Machine List, Sun Zizai, the Desperate Three Swordsman?"

Mi Ling, who was sitting not far away, widened his eyes. He thought that the owner of the fried dough stick shop was no ordinary person, but he did not expect that he was actually the top powerhouse ranked 59th on the Song Dynasty Divine Machine List.

Sun Zizai frowned slightly, glanced at Xiao Liuer, and smiled: "Sun Zizai, the desperate three swordsman, died decades ago. I am just the owner of the Zizai Youtiao shop."

"I've always heard about your three desperate sword moves. Your sword technique is very fast, and you only need to make three sword moves. I want to try and see how fast it is." Xiao Liuer said lightly.

"Sun hasn't used a knife in decades."

Sun Zizai frowned. He could see clearly that the young Taoist priest in front of him would not leave easily today and he had bad intentions.

"Oh? Really?" Xiao Liu'er picked up a piece of braised beef while eating it, shaking it left and right, and said, "You can cut the beef without damaging the texture inside. Your knife control has reached the level of perfection. It's a pity that you only know how to use three cuts."

Sun Zizai was a little angry when he heard this. The thing he was most proud of in his life was the Three Desperate Swords that he had practiced, but now he was being belittled by Xiao Liuer.

"Sun has only practiced three swords in his life, but it is enough." Sun Zizai said lightly, and continued to fry dough sticks next to the oil pan.

This went on until noon, when customers of the Zizai Youtiao shop left in waves, except for Xiao Liuer, Ye Feng and three others who sat there without moving.

"I'll try your three swords, and then I'll leave."

As soon as Xiao Liuer finished speaking, without giving Sun Zizai any chance to react, he grabbed a chopstick and with a whoosh, the moment he raised his arm, the chopstick shot out at an extremely fast speed towards Sun Zizai's brow. Where the chopsticks cut, the space was torn apart.

"Your Excellency is going too far!"

Even though Sun Zizai didn't want to take action, he was very clear that Xiao Liuer's chopsticks were attacking him mercilessly and were obviously intended to kill him, so he had no choice but to raise the kitchen knife in his hand and swing it. The blade light was surging, and he heard a clinking sound. The chopsticks were broken in half by his kitchen knife, and he felt his arm trembling and his palm torn.

The chopsticks that Xiao Liuer attacked with were very powerful.

"Not bad! Come again!"

Without any hesitation, Xiao Liuer lifted the plate in front of him and continued to attack Sun Zizai.

Click!

This time, the plate was shattered into pieces by Sun Zizai's second knife, but some fragments stabbed fiercely towards his chest.

"what……"

Sun Zizai's face changed drastically, he never expected that this little Taoist priest was so powerful. It was really beyond his expectations. The moment he screamed, he saw those fragments were about to pierce his chest, and he would definitely die.

"Stop it!"

Ye Feng looked at Xiao Liuer and said slowly.

Wow!

As Ye Feng's voice rang out, Xiao Liuer's figure disappeared from the spot. Before those fragments could penetrate Sun Zizai, they were smashed into pieces by his palm.

Wow!

Sun Zizai spat out a mouthful of blood and retreated continuously with a bitter smile on his face. He also understood why Xiao Liuer just felt sorry that he only knew three swords.

The reason is very simple. If he were to fight with Xiao Liuer in front of him, he would be killed before he could even use the third sword strike.

"You are so young, yet so powerful. However, I have never heard of Mount Taizhen. When will a young hero appear?"

Sun Zizai looked at Xiao Liuer. He was so young and yet so powerful, yet there was no news about him in Taizhen Mountain.

"Actually, I don't want to be a Taoist priest. It's a pity that my master saved me and raised me for many years, so in the end I can only become a Taoist priest." Xiao Liuer said slowly.

Sun Zizai was speechless. The young Taoist priest in front of him was wearing the Taoist robes of Mount Taizhen, but he said that he did not want to be a Taoist priest. It was really surprising.

"Xiao Liu'er, the disciple of the head of Taizhen Mountain, Beichun Zhenren, pays homage to the King of Zhenguo!"

Xiao Liuer had a smile on his face. He walked straight to Ye Feng, bowed slightly, and spoke loudly.