The Mighty Sword of Legend

Chapter 6

At this time, everyone's rooms had been allocated. Kabradhabi enthusiastically arranged everyone in the room one by one. Han Wenyue and Zhao Zhiqiu, one for each person, and the rest two for each person.

The waiter dressed in the Arabian race uniform opened the door and entered the room. The room was extremely neat and tidy, and a crystal chandelier hung from the ceiling. However, it was much smaller than the one in the main hall. Then, he and Petrie, who entered, stood by the door and carefully asked, "Mr. O'Moldn, are you satisfied with the environment here?"

He smiled and said, "It's not the first time you two came out with me. I can't be considered a person who lives a comfortable life, can I? I slept in the tents with you when I was in South America. Also, you can call me you. You two are already my friends, aren't you?"

Sado and Farry exchanged glances, both of their eyes filled with surprise and delight. They immediately continued, "Let's just leave it like this. You can go back to your rooms and take a bath as well. Relax a bit. I'm going down to meet the pre-arranged guides. I really don't know how you were able to get the champion with such cautiousness."

After paying the service fee for a few yuan fee, he closed the door and left. In front of the window, he pulled open the floor-to-ceiling curtains, and then the blinding sunlight shone into the room. He frowned, and then he pulled up the curtains again, finding a set of clean underwear from his bag, so he needed a good shower. Who would have expected that there was a large bathtub in the bathroom, one that had a bitter smile on its face. It seemed like in this desert, this really was a rare place to enjoy life.

Han Wenyue was already soaking in the tub at this time. While feeling the moisture, she thought about what Zhao Zhiqiu said on the way. It seemed that it was necessary to go to his room to ask about the doubts in her heart later.

Twenty minutes later, Han Wenyue came to Zhao Zhiqiu's door and knocked on the door. Zhao Zhiqiu's emotionless voice came from inside the room. "Please come in. The door is unlocked."

Seeing Zhao Zhiqiu's appearance, Han Wenyue could not help but be stunned. At this time, Zhao Zhiqiu and the one who had just been in the car seemed to be two different people. The original dust-covered canvas coat had been replaced by a black casual suit. The slightly long hair was combed in the middle, and it seemed that it had not dried up completely. He looked very handsome. But the occasional coldness and stubbornness in his eyes confirmed that he was Zhao Zhiqiu himself.

Zhao Zhiqiu glanced at him and said faintly, "Sit."

Han Wenyue smiled and said, "Sorry, I hope I didn't disturb your rest. I just have some questions that I don't understand, so I want to ask you." A chair at the table sat down.

Zhao Zhiqiu did not respond to his words. He took the strip-shaped cloth bag placed on the bed and slowly took off the cloth cover, revealing a black scabbard and black hilt warrior knife. With a clear "qiang", the knife had been unsheathed, and the remaining buzz was endless.

"Good knife!" Han Wenyue praised and then asked, "Are you from the neon state?"

"I'm from Z Country." Zhao Zhiqiu answered while picking up a clean white cloth to wipe the blade, and then added, "Did you come here for that sword?"

Han Wenyue nodded.

"Then our purpose doesn't conflict." Zhao Zhiqiu looked at him and said, "I know what you want to ask, but I'm telling the truth, because it is related to my own identity."

Han Wenyue could tell that Zhao Zhiqiu was hiding something. She rose to her feet and said, "If it's not convenient for you, forget it. Pretend I never asked."

Zhao Zhiqiu shook his head and stared at the bright blade. "There are some things that I don't understand now. Just tell me how I know about this tower."

"Two years ago, for the clue of my missing father, I went to Li Gaoye alone to find Master Xuanzhen."

"Is he the Master Xuanzhen who is known as the Living Buddha by the Buddhism?" Han Wenyue asked. Zhao Zhiqiu nodded. Han Wenyue was stunned. Some people once said that Xuanzhen was the top monk in the Buddhism circle and was able to tell the past and the future, but his individual identity was extremely mysterious. She only knew that he once presided over a small temple on the Wutai Mountain of Z Country. All the other things were a mystery. The legend about him had appeared since 18XX. It was hard to imagine how old he was. It was said that he only delivered by predestined people. If you wanted to force him, no matter how much manpower and material resources you spent, it was all vain. There was no doubt about what he said, and it was said that it included several major events in the recent years.

"Master Xuanzhen is actually in the neon state?!" Han Wenyue exclaimed.

"By chance, I got the news about Master Xuanzhen." Zhao Zhiqiu slowly put the saber back into its sheath and paused for a moment before saying, "I suddenly realized that maybe only Master Xuanzhen can answer the strange things I encountered."

"Then what is your question?" Han Wenyue blurted out. After she said that, she regretted a little. It was too rude to inquire about the other party's privacy.

Zhao Zhiqiu glanced at him and said, "To be honest, I don't understand it either."

Han Wenyue blushed slightly and said, "Sorry, I'm curious."

Zhao Zhiqiu shook his head and said, "I spent a lot of effort, and I finally meet Master Xuanzhen in Li Gaoye." Then his expression became very complicated, as if he was happy and hesitant.

Han Wenyue was stunned for a moment. Although she had not known Zhao Zhiqiu for a long time, it seemed that this young man always had the same expression. Now it was a little unexpected.

Zhao Zhiqiu pursed his lips, swallowed his saliva, and then said, "I met Master Xuanzhen in a small temple. He told me that if I wanted to find the answer, then this year on May 19th, when I went to the Sleeping Tower, I would see the person... who had a great relationship with my life. Because I had no money to hire a car, I had to walk and set off very early. Unexpectedly, an accident happened along the way and the spare water spilled. I lasted for eight days, and then I met you."

Han Wenyue was stunned. He had never been dehydrated in the desert, but he had common sense that a normal person could not live long when there was no water. What's more, Zhao Zhiqiu's words were exactly the same as what he had said, which made him feel that he had been fooled.

Zhao Zhiqiu, as if knowing what he was thinking, slowly said, "I know that what I said is not easy to believe. If my doubts can be solved, then I will naturally tell you all of this at that time."

His explanation dispelled most of Han Wenyue's anger. After all, it was very rude to inquire about the privacy of others. Han Wenyue was somewhat embarrassed now. She blamed herself for being narrow-minded. She smiled as usual and said, "I shouldn't have asked you these things that you don't want to recall. Please forgive me. I think you will leave for the Sleeping Tower tomorrow. You should go to bed early, your body has not fully recovered." Then she got up, said good night to Zhao Zhiqiu, and walked out of the door.

Zhao Zhiqiu nodded and returned to his usual calm. He gave a bland response, ending this awkward conversation.

Shortly after Han Wenyue entered the room, she walked out of the room, only to find Kelvin standing outside the door like a nail. Kelvin smiled bitterly and walked to the bar with the inseparable tail. If everything went well, the designated guide would have been waiting for him there.

This bar was situated in the west wing of a hotel. It was about half the size of a normal hotel. The doors, windows, and desks of the hotel were decorated with a win-win style. In the middle, the counter had an ingenious oval style, which, on the other hand, exuded a mashed style that did not seem a bit strange to the surroundings. It was harmonious and gave one the first impression. To be honest, it was a bar that only the lowest rung out of the room. The second floor was split into two main halls. The west floor was completely the European style, with a daily fashion show and a blood-spitting western steel pipe dance on it. To the east was a mysterious, seductive-looking belly dance. The two rooms were almost full in the middle of the night. The rich chief of Areab and wealthy men of the West were the loyal customers of this place, and it was said that many celebrities came here to support the court, doing body trade. Of course, this was the inside story, which only a small number of people knew. At least, only a few of them knew that such a place existed. Unfortunately, the bar at the bottom was desolate.

Apparently, our buyer was not interested in the belly dance. He frowned slightly as he heard the music coming from upstairs. He looked around and saw the big figure of Kabradhabi on the other side of the bar. At this time, Kabradhabi was shouting something at a short Areab. The dim lights in the bar and the music interrupted its hearing. Therefore, it followed the script and went forward. When it was about 5 meters away from the two, he found that the short Areab was the guide he had arranged a few days ago.

Only, from the looks of it, Kabradhabi didn't notice anyone approaching. His unique loud voice was currently being suppressed to the corner of the Areab's face as he cursed, "Heavens, why didn't the true master send out a streak of lightning to hack you to death! You actually owed me another 19 bottles of wine again! The noble Arab bloodline was completely stripped from your body! You are a savage! Don't you know that you have to spend money to buy this wine?!"

The short Areab was between the age of 50 to 60 years old. The wrinkles on his face showed his life's hardships. At this time, he was tightly together like a withered walnut. He begged Kavaqi in a pitiful tone, "Mr. Kavaqi, I will pay you soon. I swear in the name of the Lord."

"Return the money?!" Kabradhabi was obviously very angry. Its voice became higher and higher. "I've been waiting for 257 days for you to return the account you owe me last time. What are you paying me this time? Are you using your camel, which is smaller than a donkey? Oh my god! The money it sells is not enough to buy a bottle of wine for me!"

"But the pot I brought to you several times was very valuable. You said I could owe you at that time."

Kabaiel patted his brain. "Oh my true lord, look at how he denigrated a righteous and kind woman. Last time, I only sold that junk you gave me 7 yuan. Damn it! What do you think you can get from me?!" In reality, Kabaqi was quite clear on the fact that the price of that pot was at least enough to tear down this inn and cover it up again.

"But ..."