Li Boxen found a small hotel to stay in the east of the city. This store is very close to the city gate. The road in front of the store is full of ruts made by large vehicles, and the snow has accumulated and turned into ice. It was supposed to be a car shop for businessmen traveling from north to south. Since in winter, there were very few customers, but this was exactly what he wanted.
After a meal and drink in Congyunxuan, he got two more silver collars. Calculated, he now had two thousand and five dollars, but he did not choose a house, but chose the cheapest one near the stables.
Li Boxen entered the room and closed the door, feeling his heart beating rapidly. After what happened just now, he had sobered up a little bit more. Now that he thought about those audacious actions just now, he felt half scared and half proud.
He began to carefully recall every sentence he had just said. After thinking about it, he felt that he had dealt with it quite appropriately. He might not have been able to do this kind of thing three years ago, but after staying in Wuliang City for three years, things are different now.
Because the soldiers in the city come from a variety of sources, including people doing farm work, craftsmen, scoundrels, reckless heroes, and down-and-out rich children. After spending time with those people, seeing and listening to them for a long time, I have many images in my mind.
Sui Ziang despised these followers of the three religions and nine streams, so he would not have thought that he would fall prey to these people's methods today.
He breathed a sigh of relief and lay on the bed to rest, hearing the rustling of straw under him.
For at least twenty days, there will be no flaws in what he said. Because according to his estimation, it would still take this time to go from Zhangcheng to Wuliang City, even if both men and horses were equipped with talismans, regardless of risking their lives. No matter which world, the communication system used in the military should be the most efficient. When the Wuliang Army conveys military information, they use fuma scouts. Even the feathered men cannot be faster than them. Because although Yumen can fly, they are not good at strength. If they are asked to deliver messages, they are not as good as humans or horses.
So... let's have a good night's rest tonight. Li Bochen sighed. He knew that he should have asked the Yin spirit to leave the body again tonight to explore the surrounding situation. But he drank too much today, and now half of his head and one eye were throbbing in pain. One more drink and I'm afraid it will be difficult to get up tomorrow.
Now that the matter has come to this, I have thought about it carefully and tried my best. If someone can see through this and kill him on the same day, then he will die.
As soon as this thought came into his mind, Li Bochen was stunned. He opened his eyes and looked at the rough wooden roof, then sat up.
Are you still thinking about Tao Chunxi? Really lack of ambition. But he also knew that that woman was the first woman he had ever had a close relationship with in this world...her temperament and appearance were both outstanding.
It's just a matter of fate. He sighed, calmed down from the joy of succeeding in his plan, and felt a little disappointed. When I looked back at Wuliang City for the last time at Lianhua Mountain, I planned to find a decent wife and be stable for the rest of my life. But the current situation has greatly deviated from the original intention at that time, and I don’t know whether it is a blessing or a curse.
Thinking of this, he also thought of the Yin Zai who was killed by him today. The reason for killing the Yin Chai was to save Tao Wenbao, and Tao Chunxi was also in the house at the time. Was some of his bravery at that time due to her? I don’t know what the consequences will be if that Yin Chai dies.
When he saw Sui Zi'ang later, he couldn't hold back his anger, and today he hastily started the long-term plan... maybe it was because she had let him down.
He sighed again, punched his chest hard, made a muffled sound, and shouted in his heart: That's enough! Why are you such a mother-in-law! Why should a man be without a wife?
I scolded myself a few times and felt more comfortable. Then he calmed down his mind and meditated to regulate his breathing. He felt that although he was not good at practicing, he would add up to more things over time. Maybe one day I can advance to the realm of nourishing qi and won’t need to drink to get out of my body?
He once thought carefully about why the Yin spirit could only leave the body after drinking alcohol. The conclusion he came to is that perhaps it is because the consciousness is blurred after being drunk. According to his original statement, it means that the self-control is weakened, so the Yin spirit can easily break free.
But according to what he knows, ordinary people can also achieve the separation of Yin spirits from the body once they reach the fifth level of cultivation, the Dongxuan realm. And in the previous spirit illumination realm, one could sense the existence of Yin spirits without resorting to any magic or tools. It can be seen that the higher the level of cultivation, the easier it is for Yin spirits to escape from the bondage of the physical body.
His current "drunken predicament" may really be solved by improving his realm.
Just to improve your realm, apart from the skills, you also need resources. He couldn't help but think...if he really got the method of refining Yin soldiers from Zhang Shanshan, where would he get the money?
Dealing with people like Sui Buxiu and Sui Ziang had almost exhausted him mentally and physically, and he really didn't want to make money as an official or as a loyalist to the six surnames. But when it comes to doing business, I know nothing about it. Although there are magical spells in this world, they are very unsatisfactory elsewhere. Many of the things he knew became the art of slaying dragons.
Thinking like this makes it even harder to enter concentration. He simply opened his eyes and saw a bright red scene outside the window. It was dusk.
At this moment, I heard someone knocking on the door.
coming. The distracting thoughts in his heart were immediately thrown away. He took out a silver collar, Jiumo coins, and scattered copper coins from his arms and placed them beside him, saying in a deep voice: "Who?"
The person outside the door responded: "General Li, it's me."
It's Fang Cheng. Li Bochen smiled secretly, stood up and opened the door.
It was Fang Cheng who was standing outside the door with a bulging bag in his arms. Li Bochen was closer to him now, so he looked more carefully. When I walked in front of Yunxuan's door, I saw that he was wearing a silk-covered cotton robe like Sui Ziang. He looked elegant and wealthy. But now if you look closely, you can see that the hem and corners of this silk robe are slightly faded, and the dark lines at the waist are also slightly tangled, but they have been smoothed out with clever techniques.
This robe must be one of the few decent clothes that Fang Cheng has. Perhaps he has always cherished it and worn it for a long time, but it was still inevitably damaged.
He stared at Fang Yu for a while, then turned sideways and said, "Come in."
Fang Bao had no expression on his face, and he bowed and walked into the house. He reached into his arms and took out a small silk package. He was stunned when he saw the money on Li Bochen's bed. But he didn't say anything. He put the small bag on the pile of money and said, "...General Li, I sent you an apology."
Li Bochen closed the door, sat down on the bed unceremoniously and opened the small bag. He couldn't help but be startled - it was five yellow gold collars. It was dusk now, and there were no lights in the house, so it was a little dark. But these five gold collars seemed to light up the room.
He couldn't help but pick up a piece and touch it - this was the second time he came across such a thing worth ten thousand dollars with his own hands. He had been born and died in Wuliang City for six years and had outstanding military exploits, but he could only get twenty thousand dollars. Just tens of thousands.
He originally wanted to act greedy for money, but there was no need to "act" at the moment. He laughed sincerely and said, "Ah, this is not a light apology. Okay, I am very satisfied."
Fang Bao thought for a while, then took out five silver collars from his arms, held them in his palm, and bowed: "General Li, those are Mr. Sui's apology. These are from me. I bumped into the general the day before yesterday... Please do not worry about it."
Li Boxen thought to himself that the five thousand dollars in his hand might be his entire family fortune.
This person is indeed cautious... exactly as he determined in his heart.
He reached out his hand to take it unceremoniously, and smiled even more proudly: "Okay, okay."
But he suppressed his smile and said seriously: "Brother Fang, you're welcome. I don't take those little things to heart."
He breathed a sigh of relief again and glanced at the gold and silver on the bed: "It's actually a blessing to come to Zhangcheng to get to know you all. But more importantly, I have to thank Che Beigong for sending talents in an eclectic way. I think I was still a soldier at the beginning, but for Che Bei Gong did a small thing and got favored, and from then on, he was like, hehe, he went straight to the top."
