On May 9, 1947, that is, at noon on the second day, we rested for a night before arriving at the main city of Chongqing. Since everyone spent most of the time on the road, especially riding horses, it was actually very physically demanding.
At this time, European bicycles were already very popular in big cities in China, that is, bicycles with two wheels. We naturally knew that riding this thing would only be more tiring than riding a horse. But when we first entered the city, we couldn’t help but feel Some people still look at us, thinking that we are from an ethnic minority.
After all, our appearance is, to some extent, very eye-catching.
Shangguan seemed to be very familiar with Chongqing, and he led us to a nearby horse market on a familiar road. As always, he just pawned the horses.
We walked to a pier on the riverside and took a wooden boat to the central area of the main city. There were people on the shore, and many people looked in our direction. Several young women, wearing hip-covering cheongsams, fanned and pointed at us. Pointing, and smiling wantonly from time to time.
The Sichuan dialect here was really confusing to hear, but it was obvious that Fei Long and Sun Xiaozi could understand it. They chatted miscellaneously with the other passengers on the boat and seemed to be having a good time.
Since the headquarters of the Corpse Exorcist Sect is in Chongqing, I asked Zheng Qiuli, "Are there any other clan members in your family?"
Zheng Qiuli nodded, then shook his head, "I'm afraid there will be no more zombie sects in the world. The remaining children are still young, so I don't want to go back. Maybe this is the best ending. They can live in peace. Spending this life is better than anything else.”
Zhou Tianling looked at me and sighed, "Brother, Sister Qiuli, you want to protect the remnants of the Corpse Exorcist Sect. Each clan has two clansmen. For an event like Jin Chanzi's level, only the inner People can make decisions and have the ability to reach out.”
I was confused and said to her: "Huh? I'm not right. Don't you have foreigners in your Banshan sect, that is, the Yang branch, who can be exposed to events of this level?"
Zhou Tianling straightened his long hair, put it on Xiang's shoulders, smiled shyly, and sighed sadly, "That's right, brother, we are a double act tribe."
Speaking of this, a pair of small pear dimples appeared on Zhou Tianling's face, he covered his mouth and smiled, and didn't want to say any more.
Seeing Zhou Tianling say this, Zheng Qiuli seemed to have struck a chord with her, and she also giggled. Looking at the peach petals floating on the riverside, she seemed to be letting go of some of the heavy things in her heart little by little.
I became interested and clicked my tongue, "Hey, what kind of double act tribe are you? Please explain it clearly."
Zhou Tianling nodded and said eloquently, "There are two branches of Yin and Yang in Banshan Sect. One is responsible for the outside and the other is internal. The names of the people of the Yin branch and the Yang branch have important names. This is why the Yang branch also has a Zhou Tianling, and regardless of Men and women, as long as their names are determined, they cannot be changed."
I knew that it must be very complicated. If I asked more about it, I didn’t know how many things would be revealed. After I understood it, I just made a joke and said, "If that's the case, there is a man among you, and there is a man named From Cuihua?”
"Hahaha, I'm sick!" At this time, Zheng Qiuli couldn't help it, so she laughed. Zhou Tianling shrugged his shoulders, as if he was a little embarrassed by me being so exposed.
Suddenly, Shangguan looked at an old man on the pier and said, "This is a member of the Faqiu sect. Let's disembark here."
