Yun Zhong returned to his residence holding Qiu Hu. He seemed to be riding on clouds along the way, even his heels were shaking, and he almost kicked over several pots of flower arrangements on the street. Fortunately, there were only a few people on the street, and the families in those houses were all kind-hearted. After the young man confessed his crime, they all smiled and said it was no problem.
Two elderly people with inconvenient legs and feet who could not go to the library asked them to sit in the door for a while to avoid the raging sunlight. It was also good to have a sip of tea to clear away the heat.
But the young man politely refused one by one, helped the two old men back to the house, and then continued to hold the Qiu Lake back home.
In his opinion, swaggering through the city with a sharp sword was incompatible with the quiet and elegant folk style of Mocheng, so it was better to be cautious. The Qiuhu sword has no scabbard and is extremely sharp and cold. If it accidentally cuts a pedestrian, even if it does not break the muscles and bones, the flesh and skin will probably be broken, so it is better to be careful.
According to the words of the old city lord, Qiuhu Sword Intention was taken out from the sword marks on the wall of the city lord's palace. Although it has no physical form, the sword energy contained in the sword intention is so amazing. The people in the city may not know where this sword spirit comes from, but Yun Zhong is well aware of the power of this thing. Although the hundreds of injuries caused by the sword energy have improved, the pain that spread in the muscles at that time has already disappeared. It goes deep into the bone marrow.
That was thousands of times more painful than chopping firewood in the small town and going downstairs in Lihua Village.
So the young man quietly turned the Qiu Lake at the horizontal end, pointed the sword down, carried it upside down, and then walked back home.
It doesn't matter whether you are heroic or unruly, but never mistake your pride for domineering, hurting others and yourself, which is against the harmony of nature.
This was the first thing Wu Shuang said to Yun Zhong since he came out of Caixiantan. Although the latter could not fully understand it at the moment, he still imprinted these words in his mind like a scholar copying a book and reviewed it all the time.
Today I finally tasted one of them.
The young man wiped the sweat marks on his head and said to himself that this desert city is indeed a treasure land of Feng Shui. In just a few days of hard work, he had acquired a set of exercises, an Qiu Lake, and several good principles for human conduct. It was true. This trip may not be enough for this purpose.
The sun was scorching hot, and the young man looked at several figures emerging from the shops of many residents near the street. They were all busy pulling up several black curtains on both sides of the long street and hanging them among the eaves, in order to cover the passing people like flowing water. Like fierce sunlight.
When pedestrians on the street saw this, most of them stopped and stepped forward in a hurry or slowly, saying thank you softly and slowly.
It’s no wonder that probably only prosperous places with this kind of people and elegant things can easily bring good fortune to those who come there.
The young man smiled warmly.
"Brother Yun, where have you been in the past two days? Brother Tang has come to look for you several times, but no one has been seen. Now even he has disappeared without a trace, and I am the only one left. It's so boring to eat and sleep in this mansion." Before Yun Zhong even touched the door of his temporary residence, Han Xi grabbed his sleeve and slapped him on the shoulder.
Han Xi was really depressed for two days. Yun Zhong was nowhere to be seen. Even Tang Bufeng, who was facing the street, was nowhere to be seen all day long. He drank two taels of bitter wine alone, which was boring. The rest of the caravan were placed in various places in the city, in a disorderly manner. Due to his ability to recognize the way, he was unfamiliar with the place when he first arrived. Even if he wanted to find someone to drink from, he was really powerless, so he had to go there. The house is depressing.
Yun Zhong couldn't help but laugh out loud when he saw his sullen look on his face. He quickly comforted him and made an appointment to go out to a tavern in the evening to try the unique skills of the city's chefs. This made Han Xi's face light up and he was very busy. echoed.
The two exchanged some pleasantries and made an appointment to meet at the gate of Han Xi's house. Then they went their separate ways: Yun Zhong went back to his house to rest for a while, while Han Xi went out to wander around, looking for a good restaurant along the way.
And just when the young man turned around to return home, the two of them crossed each other, and Han Xi moved to the side almost invisible, his expression as usual.
In the past few days, the caravan and its horses, including Yun Zhong's horse, had a very comfortable time.
Usually caravans feed their horses with grain, grass, and soybean meal. Moreover, the land on the trade route is mostly barren mountains and wild ridges, with few areas rich in water, grass, melons and fruits. Moreover, if the horses are unbridled and run wild, Lost in the vast wilderness and mountains, where can I find it? If the horse is lost, the carriage will have no horse to transport it and will have to be abandoned halfway, which is an additional loss for the caravan.
However, after entering the city, the horse's food suddenly improved, which made the horse want to stay in the city until it dies of old age, without any scruples, until it eats until it can't move its hoofs and belly under the gaze of the people in the city. This is embarrassing. Stop.
It was quite satiated, but it attracted many people from the city who were very knowledgeable about horses. They all stopped beside it, amazed at the huge appetite of this colorful horse. They looked at it for a long time, but unfortunately they could not see it. No matter what the reason is, I have to give up in the end. The reason is that the art of horse-reading is extremely difficult to perform. From the horse's shape to the size of its belly, to the quality of its teeth, they are all the basis for determining whether the horse is a good horse. It is obviously impossible to tell whether the horse is a good horse based on its shape and appetite alone. Out of that.
Besides, this horse is extremely alert and slippery. It will suddenly break away from the crowd at the slightest sign of disturbance. It is even more difficult to catch a glimpse of its desperate running posture. In addition, it was not raised by anyone in the city. Many men were curious when they saw this horse, but they still did not want to do anything extraordinary, so they had no choice but to give up.
The horses that ran like a torrent back then are still lingering behind the city, as if they are avoiding the scorching sun hanging high in the sky, and have no intention of leaving the city, so the horses spread their hooves and headed towards the back of the city in a furious manner. It happened that the library was open, and most of the people staying at home were old people and children. They didn't pay too much attention to the sound of horse hooves on the street. They just knew that the sound of horse hooves came very quickly and went away very quickly. I looked back. , the fine sand on the long street has not yet fallen, but the horse has long been hard to find.
As if for a moment, chasing light and shadow.
"I told you as early as when this horse entered the city that just by looking at the broad shoulders and back of this horse, it was a good horse with a head and a head. You juniors just don't believe in evil. Unless it is said that the coat is messy, it cannot be a horse. Excellent. Look at the results. Although this horse is wild and hard to get rid of, can anyone here find anything wrong with its foot strength?" There is an old tavern on the main street. There are five or six old men sitting cross-legged in the tavern, all of them are His white hair was scattered, and the leader who spoke was extremely old, his eyebrows almost drooped to the corners of his mouth, and he was sternly scolding the other old men.
But those old men were looking at their noses and hearts, and they didn't dare to say a word to argue. In their sixties, they were dumbfounded by the white-browed old man who taught him like a child.
