"Teachers of Xuanwu, please go this way."
Song Wenfeng, who was guarding Yandang Pass, was now in charge of the affairs of Yanmen Town. Although he did not follow him, the order had already arrived. Although Yanmen Town is small, it is well-equipped. People from the Qingfeng Empire have been waiting for them for a long time, and they immediately greeted them after seeing them.
Everyone was immediately taken to the packed house and settled down. There was a stove in the house and the fire was raging. I walked around in and out of the gathering room, and when I came back, I saw that other people had settled down around the stove, looking like they were in heaven.
"Everyone take some medicine and have a good rest." Zhengji said, taking out the medicine and distributing it to the injured people.
The Qingfeng cultivators who sent the group here have already said goodbye and returned to Yanmen Pass. The ones left behind are the ones in charge of Yanmen Town. Although they are also cultivators, they are all of a low level. In the Xuanwu Academy, They were so frightened in front of the elites that they didn't even dare to express their anger.
"Can you please take care of me?" Zhengji said to these cultivators.
"Ah, um... where are these people?" Several cultivators were timid and did not dare to point with their fingers. They just used their eyes to indicate the dead Xuanwu disciples, but at this time they were also taken away. He entered the house and occupied all the beds in the house.
"Let them sleep for a while first." Zhengji replied.
Several people were shocked when they heard this, but they did not dare to ask any more questions and could only nod their heads.
"I'm going to take a look at Lu Ping's side." Zhengji then said to his companions. After entering the house, he always kept an eye on the outside from the window, mainly observing Lu Ping. He found that Lu Ping did not immediately find a place to settle down after carrying Su Tang into the town. He wandered around as if looking for something.
"Be careful." Xu Chuan told him smoothly, and he was stunned after saying that. What to be careful about? Is the road flat? But now Lu Ping is a little confused when it comes to whether he is an enemy or a friend. It is a fact that he killed many people in Xuanwu, including his mentor, and it is also a fact that he casually returned the super-grade magic weapon that was regarded as the two most important lifeblood of Xuanwu Academy. After carefully combing through the matter, Xu Chuan found that it was completely groundless to be careful with Lu Ping, and it made sense for Lu Ping to be careful with them.
This truth has obviously been silently experienced by many Xuanwu disciples here, including Zhengji.
"What are you careful about?" He muttered softly and walked out.
The nameless inn in Yanmen Town is also the only inn. When Lu Ping and his party came, the place was occupied by Leng Qing, Ying Xiao, and Xu Weifeng. It was unknown how the previous owners were dismissed by them. The inn was open at this time, and when Lu Ping walked in with Su Tang on his back, the inn was empty, but there were still a few bamboo signs with dish names hanging on the wall behind the counter, and they were all about the simplest meals.
"Is there anyone there?" Lu Ping called while standing in front of the counter.
"What to eat?" A voice came from the kitchen, and someone walked out. Lu Ping took a look, wasn't this the waiter in the store at that time?
Lu Ping and Su Tang had both changed into disguise masks, so naturally the waiter couldn't recognize them. He seemed very happy about the rare business coming to his door, and he quickly ran over to say hello.
After asking this question, Lu Ping realized that it was indeed time to eat something. He turned around and asked Su Tang, who was facing his back: "What do you want to eat?"
"Just have a bowl of noodles." Su Tang looked at the bamboo signs and felt that the heat of the soup noodles would be more sufficient.
"Two bowls of noodles." Lu Ping immediately said to the waiter.
"Okay." The waiter responded and immediately ran to the kitchen.
"By the way." Lu Ping stopped him.
"You said it," the waiter said.
"Have there been many children who came to the town before, from outside the customs?" Lu Ping said.
"Children? There are many? From outside the customs? No." The waiter was confused at first, and then shook his head firmly.
"Thank you." Lu Ping nodded, and the waiter went to the kitchen. He picked a place to sit down with Su Tang on his back, and then began to pay attention to the surroundings vigilantly, and then saw Zhengji heading towards them. Come along.
Facing Lu Ping's gaze, Zhengji didn't avoid it and went straight to the nameless inn.
"Are you eating?" Zhengji who came in greeted Lu Ping and Su Tang, and then looked at the bamboo sign behind the counter. The waiter who was busy in the kitchen had a very good ear. When he heard someone outside, he immediately came out. He was very happy to see another business coming to the door and hurriedly came to greet him.
"What does this guest want?" he asked.
"As many pancakes and eggs as you want, they will all be delivered to the third room at the end of the street." Zhengji said.
When the waiter heard that it was really a big deal, he was so happy that he couldn't close his mouth. The so-called streets of the town can also be reached at a glance. He stood here and raised his eyes to count, and immediately saw where the "third room" was.
"Okay, okay, I'll do it now." The waiter said and took off the "Pancakes and Eggs" bamboo sign behind the counter. I'm happy, but the waiter is very rigorous in his work.
"What do those two want?" Zhengji then asked again.
"Two bowls of clear soup noodles," the waiter said.
"Give me a bowl too." After Zhengji finished speaking, he walked to Lu Ping and Su Tang's table, "Do you mind?"
"I don't mind." Lu Ping said.
Zhengji immediately sat at the table and looked at Su Tang: "Do you feel better?"
"Much better." Su Tang said.
"Your own resilience is stronger than ordinary people." Zhengji said.
"Yes." Su Tang nodded.
"If you still feel uncomfortable, come to me at any time." Zhengji added.
"Thank you." Su Tang thanked him first, but we'll have to decide whether he can find him or not.
Zhengji then turned to look at Lu Ping: "You killed my mentor." He got straight to the point.
"Which one?" Lu Ping asked.
"Xuanwu Bisu." Zhengji said.
Lu Ping thought for a moment: "The one with the Divine Martial Seal?"
Zhengji's eyes twitched. Bisu is famous all over the world. Even though the name Bisu is never exclusive to any one person, in the eyes of his disciples, the teacher is the most outstanding one among all Bisu. He abandoned his real name and inherited the name Bisu, so Bisu is him and does not need any label.
But here in Lu Ping, he is "the one with the Divine Martial Seal". Even if this is the magic weapon of Xuanwu Academy, holding the Shenwu Seal is a very honorable thing, but in the main episode, it sounds like this is an insult to Bisu. Because he could tell that this was probably Lu Ping's memory point. Without this, he might not be able to quickly remember who Bi Su was.
"It's me." Lu Ping was already continuing.
At this time in the main episode, he no longer knew what to say and just stared at Lu Ping.
"Do you want revenge?" Lu Ping said.
"I really want to." Zhengji said.
"It's best not to." Lu Ping said.
"Why?" Zhengji said.
Lu Ping glanced at him: "You can't."
"I..." I was somewhat injured in the main episode, and a mouthful of blood didn't come out, but I still held it back, and finally shook my head with a wry smile, having to admit the fact, "Yes, I can't. "
Lu Ping suddenly stood up at this moment, and Zheng Ji quickly pulled back, but Lu Ping just glanced at him doubtfully, and then looked at Su Tang: "I'll go over there and take a look. Soon." "
"Yeah." Su Tang nodded.
Lu Ping walked out of the door, it was really fast. It was almost Zhengji who had just recovered from his rapid retreat. Before he could sit back down, Lu Ping had already returned and sat down.
"How is it?" Su Tang asked.
"There's a problem." Lu Ping said.
