Li Boxen stood at the door of the foot shop, momentarily in a dilemma.
Obviously this tiger - if it is really true - has not seen how much he weighs. He should have seen himself walking around with a group of Yin spirits, and felt that he must be an expert with good cultivation.
He didn't know whether this thing was kind or malicious, but seeing that it knew how to read people's words and emotions, it should be very difficult to mess with.
Now it only borrows from itself these "shady soldiers" behind it, and seduce them with property...
Li Bochen sighed in his heart and answered as briefly as possible: "Since you asked me twice, it is destined. You can take it."
If he hadn't fallen asleep, his heart would have been beating wildly at this moment, and he wasn't sure whether his superior reply was appropriate. But the man in red immediately saluted again, with a hint of joy in his tone: "Tomorrow, brother Taoist, please lead the Yin soldiers to go south for five miles to Wujing Mountain Pass to help me!"
After saying this, she seemed to want to say something else, but her figure suddenly swayed and faded away.
Li Bochen quickly entered the foot shop, went back to the house, lay down on himself, and woke up.
By this time, I really felt that my heart was beating like crazy. In the past, when he was in Wuliang City, he had heard people talk about various strange things in the Central Continent, but most of them were just rumors. Although I know that there is cultivation in the world, and I am considered a half-monk myself, in a place like that, where I see so little and experience so little, it’s hard to really care.
Naturally, he has also heard that there is a taboo on the path of spiritual practice - although the Yin spirits after death are of no use, you should not deal with those Yin spirits unless absolutely necessary. Because the Yin spirits should be taken to the lower world by the messengers of the Netherworld, and attacking these Yin spirits is tantamount to provoking the spiritual gods in the Netherworld. Once you are unlucky, big troubles will easily happen.
But he always felt that there were so many Yin spirits in the world. Many times after a person died, the Yin spirits were not claimed immediately but had to stay in this world for a few days. It shouldn't be a problem if he moved a little bit.
It seemed like I was really unlucky today and got into trouble.
It was his first time dealing with the legendary living spiritual gods in this world, and it was only at this moment that he truly realized that there were indeed many strange and unpredictable existences in another world beyond the living world that he usually heard and seen!
The thing mentioned that he would go to Wujing Mountain Pass five miles away tomorrow to "help her"... After thinking about it for a while, Li Bochen felt that he was sure that the thing was indeed a mountain god.
After crossing the Lianhua Mountain on which Wuliang City relies, the highest peak in the area of dozens of miles from the snowfield under Lianhua Mountain in the north to Fengxiao Gorge in the south is indeed called Wujing Mountain.
Is it because he is getting closer and closer to Wujing Mountain that the face of the mountain god becomes clearer and clearer, and the time he stays there becomes longer and longer?
He didn't want to be involved in this kind of thing - if a mountain god had to seek help from some expert passing by, who knew how weird and dangerous it would be? But to get out of the Siheng Mountains from Beikou Town, Wujing Mountain is indeed the only way to go.
Li Boxen sighed, thinking that when he really passed by there tomorrow, he would never fall asleep. Those Yin spirits following behind, if the mountain god wants to take it, he can take it himself. Once he leaves the Wujing Mountain area, he will no longer be able to pester himself.
But when he was in Wuliang City, he told those Yin spirits that they had helped him at that time and that they would pay homage to them in the future. This time, if the ghosts of the sergeants in the city are really taken away by the mountain god, who knows what will happen to them. Although a person's death and transformation into a ghost is an unconscious state with only fragmentary memories and instincts, Li Bochen still couldn't help but feel disappointed.
He feels that he has a unique identity, but he is unable to protect anyone in this troubled world. At the critical moment of life and death, we can only follow the word "forbearance" and the word "ruthless", and in the end we can only manage to be alone.
Perhaps he had been up for a few days and had been drinking. He felt lost for a while and fell asleep without realizing it.
He fell into a very deep sleep, and when he was woken up by the sound of the man next door coughing and spitting, he found that it was already dawn. He got up immediately, washed up, and spent three yuan in the store to order a pickled bamboo shoots and pork noodles to fill his stomach, and then went out with the dagger in his pocket.
The small caravan going to Qingzhou that I heard about at the banquet last night was staying at the Fuyuan No. in the east of Zhendong. When Li Bochen walked to the door of the inn courtyard, he found that the people in the caravan seemed to have just gotten up.
Four young men in turned-down fur coats were harnessing the carriage, and the pony with its shiny coat sprayed white mist from its nostrils in the cold morning. A shorter man was talking to the waiter in front of the inn, and he looked like the owner of the caravan. There was also an old man wearing crystal glasses who put his hands in his sleeves and directed the men to carry the leather goods.
There are three large cars and one box car. Perhaps because too many fur goods were collected, the vans were also used to transport goods.
He looked at the entrance of the hospital for a while, then walked to the old man and saluted: "This is the old shopkeeper."
The old man turned to look at him and returned the salute: "Ah, who are you?"
"I heard that your company is going to Qingzhou, and I want to hook up with you." Li Bochen said politely, "I encountered some difficulties and lost all my money, but I still have some strength. I can drive and unload the goods on the road. I can do it. Just order something to eat or drink.”
The old man was stunned for a moment, looked him up and down, and pondered for a while. They received a lot of goods this year and are indeed short of manpower. But the road to the north exit was not very peaceful. This young man suddenly appeared in front of him, and he was a little undecided for a moment.
But seeing that Li Bochen looked dignified and his conversation was not as ruthless as ordinary traffickers and lackeys, I had a good impression. He thought again, turned around and said loudly: "My boss!"
The short man talking to the man not far away turned his face. Li Bochen was slightly surprised when he saw this man's appearance. The owner, who was wrapped tightly in a fur coat and wore a bear-hair hat, turned out to be a woman in her mid-twenties.
The woman came over and glanced at Li Bochen first, then at the old man. The old man then said: "This young man wants to strike up a partnership, please ask my boss to make an idea."
After saying this, he bowed to the woman, turned around and walked away slowly. I don’t know who this old man is, but his attitude towards this female boss is a bit arrogant.
But the woman didn't take it seriously and looked at Li Bochen with a smile on her face: "Why, I'm from Qingzhou too?"
Li Bochen stayed in Wuliang City for three years. Except for occasionally seeing the maids around Sui Wujiu, Lord Chebei from a distance, he almost never saw women. And it was the first time to hear a woman speak. This woman's voice is not very pleasant, and is even a little hoarse. But after Li Bochen heard it, he felt it was very appropriate.
It’s been so long since I’ve seen a woman. He laughed at himself in his mind and said seriously: "Yes."
The woman reached out and brushed a strand of black hair from her face: "The accent doesn't sound like someone from Qingzhou. What do you call me?"
Li Boxen said: "My dear, Li Song. You have a good ear. I actually grew up in Xiangzhou when I was a child. A few years ago, I went to Qingzhou to join my relatives in Xiliu City."
