Zhang Daniu can survive for a few years and continue to live a long life. His simple emotions come from the heart. He was worthy of his ancestors, so he dared to show his true feelings like this.
"Brother Daniel, this is exactly what I want to tell you. I want you to live for at least a hundred more years, but there is a condition. Watch this peach forest and help me find out who is behind it. You don't have to do it deliberately. , just pay attention and note it down. This matter may take a long time, and may even require several generations of your family." Song Pingcun thought for a while but still did not conceal his identity as a practitioner. After all, he was also a rescuer at the Shennong Zongyi Dojo. Zhang Daniu.
Zhang Daniu's mood changed when he heard that he could live for more than a hundred years. Not to mention Song Pingcun's request, even if he had to break his arms and legs, he would be willing to do so.
"I will also leave a strand of your hair as a token. If I see this thing, I will be sure that it is your descendant. If I come back here again, I will ensure that your descendants will be rich and noble for the rest of their lives." Song Pingcun then asked Hong Cui to take out a hundred taels of silver. , handed it to Zhang Daniu, it’s not that I don’t want to give more, as too much will harm him. With this kind of family wealth, at least he knows a little about business in this life, and he has no shortage of food and clothing.
"My benefactor, can you tell me your honorific title? I, Zhang Daniu, will worship me forever and will never break my promise." Zhang Daniu no longer knew how to thank him, so he could only use the most simple way.
Song Pingcun had a dark look on his face. Although he knew that the other party was grateful, not everyone would know about it. It happened that the jade tablet of the Shennong Sect was of no use, so he destroyed the communication formation engraved in it. There was a word "Ke" on the jade tablet. The jade tablet was two fingers wide and three inches long. It was compact and easy to store, and handed it to Zhang Daniu. "Just keep it as a token, don't make it public."
After making these arrangements, Song Pingcun ignored the other three villagers on the ground and told Zhang Daniu to keep quiet. He got into the carriage and set off south again.
Perhaps it’s because the terrain is gradually flattening out and there are more and more towns and villages along the way. The slow-moving carriage arrived at a place called Lang (la
g) In the mountain city, this is the sphere of influence of Zhigui Sect, a second-class sect where Yuguo is located.
"Brother Cun, are we going into the city?" Wen Hui asked suspiciously as she saw Hongcui and the others driving straight to the city gate.
"Yes! It's rare to see a city and take a good rest." Song Pingcun was surprised, but still explained. After Taolin, Wenhui took a lot of initiative. She was really like a girl going out for an outing. She wanted to come down to any place with good scenery, but she didn't expect to ask this question outside Langshan City.
"Shouldn't we go to Zhigui Sect to report?" Wen Hui was curious as to why Song Pingcun was preparing to enter the city immediately.
"Mei Wen has an acquaintance in the Zhigui Sect?" Song Pingcun wondered why he went to the Zhigui Sect to report. Even if he entered the city and showed his identity to the guards of the city lord's palace, it was considered a greeting.
The two did not lower their voices during the conversation. Wenkeshu, who was walking beside the car, heard it and said quickly: "Master Song, the Zhigui Sect is no more weird and suspicious than other sects. Every time the Wen family passes by, they will send someone to Someone go and explain to avoid misunderstanding.”
"That's it!" Song Pingcun didn't expect that Zhigui Sect would have these unspoken rules that were not regulations, but he didn't plan to interact with too many people, he just wanted to find an uninhabited spiritual energy gathering place or finally Return to Po Yuan Sect and use the Yuan Stone Mine to improve your realm. After thinking for a while, he said, "Forget it, we'll rest for two days and then leave. We won't be doing anything in the city, so I won't bother you."
Of course, Wenkeshu wouldn't think it was inappropriate. All the rules were based on a bottom line. With Miss Liu's level, I believe Zhigui Sect would also understand.
Wen Hui saw that Song Pingcun didn't care about this. Although she felt something was wrong, since Song Pingcun didn't care, she didn't care. Regardless of her status as Miss Wen's family or a descendant of the Shennong Sect's leader, the Zhigui Sect did not dare to do anything to her.
The vehicle drove slowly towards the city gate, and Lu Yi showed his waistband as a disciple of the Po Yuan Sect. This is a basic operation in the cultivation world. It is a face to the managers of the mortal world. As long as they do not exceed their duties and bully ordinary people in the mortal world, the city lord's palace is generally unwilling to interfere.
The guards at the City Lord's Mansion were very respectful. Although they didn't know where Po Yuan Sect was or what level of sect it was, they behaved with proper etiquette. In addition, the two women driving the bus were both pretty and charming, so they let him go easily.
Practitioners do not enjoy special treatment when entering ordinary cities. Instead, there are many restrictions. Cultivators who strictly follow the sect mutual discipline treaty will take action against ordinary people. Even if there is a dispute, it should be determined by the local city lord's palace or the ruling royal family in accordance with the law.
But ordinary mortals, no one wants to have a dispute with a cultivator. No matter what kind of mortal family you are, or how powerful you are, there will ultimately be a disparity in power.
When the carriage entered the city, Wenkeshu, who had been there before, showed the way. Without asking, he went straight in a general direction, found the largest inn in the center of Langshan City, and rented a large courtyard.
Song Pingcun and his entourage settled down, and Hong Cui and Green Clothes attended Song Pingcun to take a bath, which surprised Wen Hui. I had nothing to discover during this journey, and I was a little surprised.
Not to mention that Song Pingcun is now completely able to cleanse his body. Bathing is just a formality. The two women were walking in and out of Song Pingcun's room. Their hands were wet. At first glance, they were not just getting a change of clothes. She grew up in a literary family and knew all this before she started practicing.
He pulled Liu Yiyi nervously and asked. Although he was embarrassed, he thought that his relationship with Song Pingcun would be different after Taolin, so he still asked.
"You tell me this, these two ladies have nothing to do but love to serve the young master. These are nothing." Liu Yiyi really didn't take these things as a matter from the beginning to the end. And it was she who was doing this at first, and then it was red green and green clothes. Song Pingcun's initial state was still low, bathing and changing was a common thing, and it gradually became a habit. It was not Song Pingcun's intention, but a habit developed by the two girls themselves. In daily life, Song Pingcun was probably lazier than the children of the aristocratic family, and did not care about any trivial matters, so he did not take it seriously.
"Then, what should we do in the future?" After all, girls think more long-term, so Wen Hui still asked. She was reserved at this time, but she didn't know how to get along with her in the future.
"In the future?" Liu Yiyi glanced at Wen Hui and then realized that she had feelings for this girl. He said "haha" twice in his heart, but the expression on his face did not change, "Miss Wen, my young master... makes his own decisions freely."
Although Liu Yiyi really wanted to say, you can take over my young master, but in the end she still didn't dare to make a decision for Song Pingcun in advance, so she could only say what she said.
Wen Hui originally thought that Liu Yiyi had been taking care of Song Pingcun and she should be a personal maid. This was not unusual in a big family and she should have some self-assertion. But Liu Yiyi's words made her suddenly confused. It seemed that as long as Song Pingcun was happy, she didn't care at all.
Although the strong have the logic of being strong, Song Pingcun seems not to be called a strong yet! She was already so "dissolute" at this time, so how should she deal with herself in the future?
When Wen Hui returned to her room, she reflected on her trip over the past ten days. It seemed that she had taken the initiative, while Song Pingcun had only passively accepted it. Could it be that he felt wrong, or was Song Pingcun's nature like this?
In the evening, Wenhui excused herself from being tired and did not go to Song Pingcun's room to enjoy the "delicious food" and stayed alone in her room. After thinking about it, he still couldn't calm down. He took out his sapphire flute and put it under his lips. The song "Water Flows Eastward" came from the room and rang in the courtyard.
The sound of the flute is full of yearning and expectation, as well as nostalgia and resentment. Liu Yiyi was just about to close the door of Song Pingcun's room when she heard the sound of the flute and sighed slightly.
"Yiyi, Sister Wen's flute music is very affectionate. Could it be that traveling far away made her miss home?" Song Pingcun listened to the flute music silently for a while and then asked.
Liu Yiyi couldn't explain what was going on in Wenhui's mind today. She only said that Wenhui was a girl after all and it was normal. If the young master didn't respond well, it would be best to leave her alone for a while.
It was a good thing she didn't say this. Song Pingcun was still a little overwhelmed by Wen Hui's sudden display of emotions. This statement gave him an idea.
I remembered the whistle coming from Song Pingcun's house, but the flute sound from Wenhui's side suddenly stopped, leaving only the ethereal whistle lingering in the courtyard.
The whistle also had the meaning of longing, but it was louder, as if it was going to break through the night. Everyone in the inn was moved by this longing, and it was surprisingly quiet. Like the voice of heaven, no one can resist.
The flute sound that had stopped for a while echoed with the whistle for the first time. It was gentle and lingering, as if it was about to plunge into the sea, without fear of the huge waves, even if it was just a single boat.
Liu Yiyi sighed secretly, as a foolish young man, if he rebuilds his life, he will probably have to pay a lot of love debt.
That night, the whistles and flutes did not last long, but the result was that all the rough men in the inn stopped moving, their eyes filled with tears, dripping on their snow-white chests, tick-tock, tick-tock... …
