In the lobby of the inn, Lin Xiaolu and Shuai Shuaiya gathered around a red oil hot pot and happily ate haise. They were eating and bragging. The scene looked weird and scary, but Aning looked a little worried. Heavy, as if struggling with something.
Lin Xiaolu had revealed his true identity and showed that he was a warrior whose combat power far exceeded that of an immortal cultivator. He also told many things about Emei. After that, Aning never spoke again.
"Brother, two more plates of mutton. By the way, your red oil hot pot is a bit spicy. Give me a bowl of soy milk and add more sugar."
The handsome duck used his small flat mouth to eat a beef ball, then glanced at the spicy boy who stuck out his tongue and said with disdain:
"Can't stand the spicy food? You're a waste."
At the dinner table, Aning watched quietly as Lin Xiaolu grabbed Handsome Duck by the neck, and watched as he picked him up and swung him, sending duck feathers flying all over the sky.
That night, Aning finished his steamed buns, drank a bowl of porridge, and then went back to the room alone. However, Lin Xiaolu and Shuai Shuai Ya were different. Lin Xiaolu took a long time to eat, while Shuai Shuai Ya stayed with the waiter. After begging for a jar of wine, this guy actually loved drinking. He drank a whole jar of Jiu Yingchun, and he returned to the room with Lin Xiaolu drunk until late at night.
And until he woke up on the second day, Handsome Duck was always taking one step at a time, looking like a drunkard.
After finishing their last breakfast at the inn and settling their expenses for the past few days, Lin Xiaolu, Aning, and Shuaishuaiya bid farewell to the shopkeeper and the waiter, got on the carriage, and headed toward Yanmen Pass together. go.
Aning drove the carriage for them, while Lin Xiaolu stayed in the carriage with Shuaishuai Duck, a large bag of fried rice and a few bundles of horse straw, and set out on the road leisurely. On the way, the boy and the duck would poke their heads out of the carriage window from time to time, enjoying themselves. of watching the scenery outside.
Lin Xiaolu prefers this feeling. Sitting in a comfortable carriage, looking through the window at the constantly changing shops, restaurants, and pedestrians outside, he feels very comfortable. Shuai Shuai Ya also said that riding in a carriage is very fun. , but it hasn’t completely sobered up yet, and it will talk nonsense from time to time.
They set off in the morning and did not leave the city gate until late afternoon. It took about ten days to go from Yuzhou City to Yanmen Pass by carriage.
When they left the city gate in the afternoon, Lin Xiaolu fell asleep in a daze, and Shuai Shuaiya also slept in his arms. When they woke up again, they found that the carriage had stopped.
"Aning, where are we?"
Lin Xiaolu hugged Handsome Duck and poked his head out of the bamboo curtain of the carriage. He found that it was already a moonlit night outside, and Aning was lighting a bonfire not far away.
Lin Xiaolu jumped out of the carriage and saw the horse tied with a rope by the tree, eating horse grass. Aning was eating dry fried rice by the campfire, so he walked over with Shuai Shuai Ya.
"woke up?"
"Um."
An Ning threw the water bag to Lin Xiaolu. Lin Xiaolu thanked him, drank some water, and fed the handsome duck some more. Then he sat next to An Ning and grabbed fried rice from the sack to eat.
One thing to say is that fried rice is not very delicious. It is okay to eat it once in a while. If you eat it all the time, it will be very dry. People who swallow it will easily get a sore throat, and it has no taste. But Lin Xiaolu has also experienced bitterness and doesn’t care much. , still delicious.
While eating, he looked at Aning and became curious when he saw her black cloth bag lying across her lap.
"What's in your bag? I see you carry it with you every day."
"Secret." Aning responded coldly.
Lin Xiaolu curled his lips and said disdainfully: "I'm from Emei. I've never seen anything powerful. I guess this is your weapon. Is it a sword?"
Aning shook his head, still looking cold: "Don't ask if you shouldn't ask. I am only responsible for sending you to Amitabha Temple, and we will have nothing to do with you after that."
"How about you being so cool?" Lin Xiaolu muttered twice, then looked at the duck eating fried rice.
"Handsome duck, is the fried rice delicious?"
"It's not delicious at all." Shuai Shuaiya complained.
"It's not delicious but you still taste it so delicious." Lin Xiaolu and Shuai Shuaiya ate fried rice and boasted about each other, feeling a little bored.
After a while, when Lin Xiaolu was full after eating five or six kilograms of fried rice, he stood up and set up a horse stance next to the campfire, while Aning watched with interest.
After watching for a while and adding some firewood to the bonfire, she saw that Lin Xiaolu was motionless, as motionless as a mountain, and gave a rare compliment: "The horse's steps are very steady."
"That's not true." Lin Xiaolu said with a smile: "I have been doing horse walking since I was seven years old. I have been doing it for many years and I have never stopped."
"You are from Emei, why do you practice martial arts? Shouldn't Emei be a cultivator of immortals?" Aning asked.
Lin Xiaolu did not say that he was not talented enough to practice martial arts, but boasted: "Cultivation as an immortal is outdated, and practicing martial arts is the right way."
As soon as these words came out, Shuai Shuaiya immediately burst into laughter. He covered his belly with one small wing and pointed at Lin Xiaolu with the other and laughed:
"This is the first time I've heard this theory. Who doesn't know that those who practice immortality are all gods, and those who practice martial arts are still mortal bodies, no matter how good they are in martial arts. Marshal Lin is too good at forcing you to do it."
When Lin Xiaolu heard this, he immediately became unhappy and retorted loudly: "I am much better than the immortal cultivator. Last time, I beat the ancestor of the Zhu family to the point where he was unable to fight back."
He said very seriously: "And I hadn't taken off my weight at that time, and I didn't use a Dageng bronze weapon. Otherwise, as long as they don't fly during the general foundation building period, I could hit dozens of them."
As soon as these words came out, Aning, who was sitting cross-legged by the campfire, suddenly lit up.
"Xiaolu, are you serious about this?"
"Of course it's true." Lin Xiaolu stiffened his neck and argued: "Aning, you saw it with your own eyes, right? I can kill the Foundation Establishment Realm almost instantly."
"Then if it's the pill-forming realm, can you handle it?" the girl asked with blazing eyes.
Lin Xiaolu:......
His face turned red, and he muttered softly with some hesitation: "I've never been to the Dan Jie realm, so it's hard to say."
After speaking, he looked at An Ning curiously: "An Ning, why do you ask that? Do you have enemies in the Dan Formation realm?"
Lin Xiaolu was a little confused. He didn't quite understand why a mortal like An Ning would ask about a monk in the Core Formation Realm.
Beside the bonfire, the wood was crackling in the flames, and from time to time a few sparks would float out. Faced with Lin Xiaolu's doubts, Aning did not explain anything. She just sat cross-legged in silence, staring at the fire and saying something. She didn't speak, and the firelight was reflected in her eyes, like a beautiful painting.
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The next day, the carriage continued on its way and arrived at a small mountain village at noon. The two of them went to the village to have something to eat together. Among them, Lin Xiaolu even ate more than twenty bowls of noodles in one go.
He was in a good mood, because he had not been to such a small village for a long time. Now that he saw the familiar fields and stoves again, and listened to the sounds of children playing and laughing, he couldn't help but think of winter melons. village.
Squatting on the edge of the field, the young man held a big blue and white bowl and ate the twenty-ninth bowl of noodles. His noodle bowl was filled with vegetables and thin noodles, and there were two yellow and orange eggs on the surface. It is tangy and absolutely delicious.
Lin Xiaolu's cheeks were bulging. While eating, he watched with great interest a group of children flying paper kites in the green field, feeling very emotional in his heart.
Hey, I don’t know if Old Man Zhang is dead. Why don’t he go back to Donggua Village before he goes to Amitalu Temple to learn new martial arts?
But I don’t know the road either. I was too young when I left, and I don’t know which country Winter Melon Village belongs to. It is estimated that only the boss who picked me up knows, and it will be difficult to deal with it.
"How many bowls have you eaten so far?"
The young man was thinking about his hometown when Aning's voice suddenly came from behind. She came to squat next to the young man, looked at him and said angrily:
"The village chief is frightened by you, you are so edible."
When Lin Xiaolu heard this, he immediately became unhappy and shouted angrily: "I've only eaten the twenty-ninth bowl, why is he picking at it like that? It's not like I won't pay him!"
