Halfway through June, it’s already seventeenth.
There were six or three people in Lin Man's circle around the south of the mountain. It took them six full days to travel through the mountains and forests.
After passing Li and Wanzhou cities one after another, they finally started heading towards the south of the Yangtze River.
A few days ago, when asking for directions at the entrance of the village, the boy in a short shirt overheard a joke told by a child.
It is said that there was a "Snake Slayer" who broke out in the south. He solved the snake infestation in the entire southern Xinjiang with just an ordinary iron sword in his hand!
And ever since they heard the first news about that senior, completely different rumors continued to spread on their way forward.
It is said that the sword technique of "Slaying the Jiao Ke" has been perfected and that there is no other opponent in the world...
It is said that the "Jiao-slayer" is actually a master who has never lived in the world. Even if Liu Mei was alive, she would respect him...
What's more, it is said that the "Jiao-slayer" was a banished immortal who came down to earth and experienced the consequences. He saw in his heart the consequences of not eliminating the snake problem, so he single-handedly used his sword thousands of miles away to kill the black dragon that might be responsible for the aftermath of cholera. Forest!
Lin Manliu didn't think they were exaggerating, but found them very interesting.
As long as safety can be ensured on the road, we will always listen to these "heroic feats" beside villages and towns and on the ridges of fields.
It happened that they met a young man on a field ridge today.
As soon as the man saw that all three of them were armed with swords, he immediately greeted them with a smile.
He talked and laughed while introducing the customs and customs on the west side of the mountain. He glanced at Shen Muchao from time to time, but when he met Jiang Yanlin's eyes, he immediately became honest again.
Suddenly the man laughed out loud: "Nowadays, the reputation of Killing Jiao Ke is very popular. Have any of the heroes ever heard of it?"
Lin Manliu nodded and said, "I've heard a lot along the way..."
The man laughed loudly: "Those guys are very destined to me! The Jiao-slayer just passed by our field a few days ago. His heroic appearance and magnanimity are something that ordinary people don't have!"
The boy in a short shirt smiled and responded: "Uncle, you are so lucky!"
"Isn't that right? We exchanged a few words with the Jiao-slayer like today. The hero might want to give me some pointers!"
As the man spoke, he cautiously glanced at Shen Muchao again.
It was as if he was waiting for the heroine to speak out and ask about the negotiation process so that he could continue to pound the paste from his belly.
But Shen Muchao didn't pay much attention to the content of their chat from the moment Lin Manliu started talking to them.
The expression on his face never changed, as if he didn't want to know who this "Jiao-slayer" was.
Lin Manliu was still as cheerful as before, with a pleasant look on his face.
"Uncle, I am really envious of me for getting to know that Jiao-slayer! I admire you!"
The man actually noticed some clues, and only this relatively polite young man would pay attention to him.
The other ones either don't matter, or they just make a bad face...
He could only curse in his mind, "It's so damn boring. These little brats...think they are heroes just because they carry some swords on their backs?"
The man coughed and said, "I still have something to do, so I'll take my leave first! It's Fengjie if we go further. You can go and have a rest there. We'll see you off not far away!"
Lin Manliu cupped his fists and responded: "Thank you uncle for your kindness!"
The man smacked his mouth, put his hands behind his head, then turned around and left.
After walking a few steps, he turned around and took a sneak peek at the woman's leaving figure.
Suddenly, he started to feel uncomfortable. He was about to spit on the ground, but he quickly swallowed it back.
In the end, I could only curse a few times in my mind, thinking of waiting until nightfall to reward myself, and then I would give up.
The three of them walked out of the field and finally walked on a fairly wide rural road.
Jiang Yanlin couldn't help but ask: "Brother Liu, that man's eyes are so vulgar, he clearly wants to talk to Sister Shen, how can you still chat with him whether you have a chance to talk to him or not?"
Lin Manliu smiled and shook his head, looking sideways at Shen Muchao.
The latter said: "Even if he ignores it, that person will come forward forcefully. He insists that we will not bully him... so we can only deal with it perfunctorily."
Jiang Yanlin rubbed his chin and looked back at the field ridge. He could no longer see the figure.
"I just kept glaring at him. Aren't you afraid that I would pick him up with a knife?"
Lin Manliu said: "He should think that you and I will not lose face in front of women and become those who bully the small..."
Although every sentence is inseparable from "killing Jiao Ke", every sentence has nothing to do with it.
The purpose is to maintain a "face" that has seen the world in front of the gangsters, and what his "intentions" are can be known by the divine intention in his eyes.
After listening to Brother Liu's explanation, Jiang Yanlin immediately raised his hand and patted his head.
"Why is that guy so smart? When he first talked about local customs, he even signed up for his own number...what's his name..."
Shen Muchao said: "Nan Dixia, a person from Puxing Village who passed by just now."
Jiang Yanlin was shocked and said, "Sister Shen was listening just now?!"
The shocked look on his face was met with simultaneous eye rolls from the remaining two people.
Lin Manliu said: "Yan Lin, we are not here to play..."
Jiang Yanlin immediately raised his hand and patted his chest, and said righteously: "Brother Liu, I know!"
Shen Muchao did not continue to speak, but the words "I don't know how you knew" were written all over her face.
The boy in a short shirt stopped preaching and pointed to the village in front of him.
"That should be a village near Fengjie. We won't stay in the countryside tonight. What do you think?"
Jiang Yanlin cheered: "Okay!"
Shen Muchao just responded casually, and then was speechless.
Because she knew that the boy in the short shirt had lost all his money along the way.
Even if you enter a village, you will always find a deserted place to rest, which is not much different from that in the mountains and forests.
Lin Manliu seemed to have guessed Shen Muchao's thoughts and looked back at her helplessly.
The latter gave a puzzled look, but the young man just raised his hand and walked forward.
Jiang Yanlin and Shen Muchao almost unanimously felt that Lin Manliu felt ordinary and confident at this time.
When did Brother Liu become like this?
Wouldn't this kid get silly chatting with people along the way?
The boy in a short shirt strode forward with a "confident" pace, and from time to time he looked at the houses in the village.
The two people following him just wanted to stay away from him.
But just as Lin Manliu arrived at the entrance of the village, he started talking to an old woman.
"Old lady, I would like to ask, a few years ago, was there a family named Ji here?"
The old woman seemed to have some bad ears, and the young man in a short shirt spoke out word by word with great patience, while also making gestures with his hands.
"Old man Ji... he moved away last year, and his house is located behind the inn..."
Lin Man said in six words: "Thank you, old lady!"
The old woman was stunned for a long time, and then she said: "Oh...it's been a long time, and no one has come here to look for anyone..."
Seeing this, the boy in a short shirt bowed his hands to the old woman again to show his respect.
The latter's vision was dim and he did not see Lin Manliu's movements clearly, so he continued to sit back on the grass mound and bask in the sun.
Shen Muchao became a little curious at this time and walked closer to the boy in a short shirt.
"But is there anyone you know here?"
Lin Manliu shook his head and said: "This is my first time..."
"What does the person named Ji mean?"
"The old liar's original sword came from Master Ji here."
During these days of travel, Shen Muchao also learned about the past from the young man's mouth, as well as the identity of this "old liar".
She was a little puzzled: "Did you have any prior arrangements when you came here?"
Lin Man Liuyan said: "I happened to hear it when I was going around Wanzhou City earlier. It was a temporary idea!"
"Are you looking for Master Ji?"
Just as Shen Muchao asked, the young man in front of him began to shake his head again.
She looked at Lin Manliu today, and felt inexplicably that this boy was in need.
Lin Manliu smiled and said: "Of course I want to stay in a hotel!"
After the young man in short shirt said this, he immediately walked towards the inn in front of him.
Jiang Yanlin led the horse and hurried forward, leaving Shen Muchao standing alone.
There is definitely something wrong with this kid's brain today!
What was he thinking... After hiding for so long, he was actually staying in a hotel openly?
Regardless of whether he will be kicked out by the store, if he implicates the people here again, how can his conscience be at ease?
When she looked at Lin Manliu again, she found that the boy in a short shirt had already walked into the inn.
Shen Muchao had no choice but to bite the bullet and follow him.
At this time, the boy in a short shirt who was already standing in front of the counter had his previous "confident" expression on his face.
The waiter and shopkeeper in the inn were both a little confused.
Especially the shopkeeper, because he was closer to Lin Manliu and smelled the sour earthy smell on his body, he couldn't help but want to retch.
The young man in a short shirt was about to clasp his fists in a salute, but then he raised his hands and took them back, as if he noticed his embarrassment.
The shopkeeper hurriedly said: "Is the guest staying in a hotel or..."
Because he could see that Lin Manliu and the others were equipped with swords and accompanied by horses, he had given up the idea of being poor beggars.
At worst, it has to be a few Jianghu rangers, right?
Lin Man said in six words: "Stay in a hotel! I need two rooms, but..."
The shopkeeper spoke aloud: "What's the problem, sir?"
The boy in a short shirt said in embarrassment: "I didn't bring any money..."
After hearing this, the manager of the inn was about to say something to drive people away, but after taking a look at the weapons of several people, he had to suppress his anger.
"You!!! Sir, I have a small business but I can't give you credit..."
Lin Man said in six words: "Does the shopkeeper still remember Zhujian Peak?"
Casting Sword Peak?
The innkeeper's eyes suddenly brightened, he quickly walked around the counter and looked at Lin Manliu carefully.
The young man in a short shirt said: "In the first year of Shengyang, which was also June, my master was hit by heavy rain and stayed here for the night..."
"Our small shop has been favored by Zhujianfeng all these years! Little brother, you don't need to say anything, I can trust you!" the shopkeeper said quickly.
Lin Man said in six words: "Thank you very much, shopkeeper!"
The shopkeeper hurried forward and slapped the waiter on the head.
Then he shouted: "Hurry and clean up two rooms for the three distinguished guests, and boil a few pots of hot water!"
Jiang Yanlin and Shen Muchao looked at the scene in front of them, their faces full of doubts.
Lin Manliu noticed the eyes behind him and turned to look at them with a smile.
“Can’t we just stay in a hotel here?”
Their eyes went dark for no reason, and they both raised their hands to press on their foreheads, trying to pretend they didn't recognize Lin Manliu.
Today, he has become "confident" and "ordinary" since he passed by Napuxing Village.
Lin Manliu didn't realize it at all. He waved his arms and then stretched out greatly.
This is where the master and the old liar met. Now they both have their own things to do. Being a disciple can be regarded as a journey again!
