Junction·Shanxuguandao
"Old coachman, may I ask when we can reach the Central Plains?"
In a carriage speeding along the official road, a pair of young girls, dressed in light clothing, were chatting with the driver.
"Don't worry, young man. In half an hour, we can reach the prison gate. After a day's journey through the gate, we can enter the Central Plains."
Yun Musheng was a little confused and said: "Then coachman, why don't you just take us through the border in a carriage? Is it because the money given by this junior is not enough?"
The old coachman snorted softly and said: "Young man, this is your first time in the Central Plains? It's no wonder, there are rules and regulations on the road, and only people on foot are allowed in the Prison Gate. Horses and carriages are not allowed to enter."
After the old coachman finished speaking, his eyes suddenly sank. There seemed to be some commotion in the woods beside the official road. The coachman did not move rashly and continued to drive the carriage forward, his right hand slowly touching the back of his waist.
Suddenly, a hammer flew from the front of the carriage. The coachman immediately pulled on the reins tightly, flew up and stepped back toward the carriage. The horse pulling the carriage in front was also very nimble. When the horse's hooves came together, the horse and the carriage stopped in time.
Dozens of swordsmen wearing bamboo hats and raincoats flew out of the bushes on both sides, all attacking towards the inside of the carriage. Yun Musheng drew her sword and flew out to kill the general. She turned her sword energy and instantly wiped the throats of the swordsmen in front of them.
He stood on the roof of the carriage and killed all the swordsmen who came forward. Seeing the advantage of the high position, a group of swordsmen turned to attack the carriage, intending to unload the carriage and encircle him. Unexpectedly, several silver darts flew out from the curtain cloth of the carriage and penetrated into his vitals.
The coachman on the side was quite at ease. He sat on his horse backwards and smiled to himself: "Haha, not bad, not bad, but I have too little experience and am a little too impulsive."
When the swordsmen saw that the people on the carriage were not easy to mess with, they turned and retreated. Yun Musheng jumped off the roof of the carriage. The carriage driver stretched and said: "It's done, hehe, let's keep walking. .”
Along the way, Qiu Mingming couldn't help but sigh: "We haven't even reached the Central Plains yet, and it's so dangerous. Could it be that your head, which is worth ten thousand taels, is the cause of this?"
Yun Musheng scratched his head, as if he was a little embarrassed, but the driver driving the car in front said: "Those people don't know you. They rob any carriage on the official road near the prison officer. They are not picky. "
"If the safest official roads are like this, wouldn't it mean that no one would ever enter the Central Plains again?" Yun Musheng asked curiously.
The old coachman smiled softly: "Hey, either you are very strong, or you hire a coachman like Lao Chen, I will definitely ensure that you enter the Central Plains safely."
Yun Musheng smacked his lips in disdain after hearing this, and whispered to Qiu Mingming: "Hey, I didn't see him take action just now, and he was still lying on the horse so calmly. Maybe he is with that group of grass bandits." of."
"We're almost at the prison gate. Sit tight!" A smile appeared on the corner of the coachman's mouth, and he accelerated his whip and galloped forward.
Central Plains Border · Zhenlao Pass
"Seeing that you two are destined to be old, I will give these two pills to you. It is already getting late. Maybe you will use them when you enter the barrier."
"knew."
Yun Musheng took the pills and stuffed them into the bag randomly, so that Qiu Mingming could walk away.
When they arrived in the pass, the two entered an inn. The inn was lively and almost full of people. The shopkeeper saw them and hurriedly came over to greet them.
"Two young heroes, do you want to stay in a hotel?" Yun Musheng and Qiu Mingming had been traveling for a day, and they were already hungry.
"Serve the food first, no wine, another room..." Yun Musheng couldn't help but forget to glance at Qiu Mingming, but Qiu Mingming turned his face away, pretending that he didn't hear anything.
Yun Musheng thought for a moment, then sighed and said, "Two guest rooms."
"Only one room left!"
The shopkeeper suddenly interrupted, winking at Yun Musheng and patting his shoulder. Yun Musheng looked embarrassed, while Qiu Mingming on the side still glanced to the side and remained silent.
"Then... then... one room?"
Then he hurriedly tugged on Qiu Mingming's sleeves and whispered: "I, I sleep on the floor!"
The shopkeeper also smiled knowingly, and then shouted towards the second floor: "A table of good food, a room for everyone!"
After this sound, the bustling people in the lobby suddenly stopped for a second as if they had colluded. They glanced at the two people at the counter. Yun Musheng turned around and everyone resumed their previous bustle.
This made the two of them suddenly feel that something was wrong. The two of them sat down at the only empty table and carefully observed the people around them. They all seemed to have somewhat sinister looks and were carrying sharp weapons. I don’t know if it was their misunderstanding, but they always felt that the diners around them would glance at them from time to time.
"The folk customs in the Central Plains are indeed simple."
Qiu Mingming couldn't help but sigh, which made Yun Musheng choke on her tea. Another man came in outside the door. He was wearing a coarse cloth tied around his forehead, dressed in black, and with a dagger on his waist. He was somewhat similar to the people in Feng Wan's Tribulation Moon, but he was carrying a child as big as a bean sprout in his hand.
The shopkeeper led the man to Yun Musheng and Qiu Mingming's table. "Two guests, I'm really sorry. Business is really hot today. Can I share a table with these two guests?"
Yun Musheng glanced at Qiu Mingming, saw her nodding, and said nicely: "It's okay, sit down."
Qiu Mingming stood up and sat next to Yun Musheng, and the man sat opposite with the child in his hands. "Xiao Lingluo, quickly say thank you to these two."
"Thank you, eldest sister, thank you, grandpa!" Hearing this, Qiu Mingming giggled while stroking Yun Musheng's white hair that only reached her chin.
"Xiao Lingluo, not everyone with white hair is an old man. Look at this brother, he still looks young."
"Then...little grandpa!"
The man hurriedly bowed his hands and apologized to Yun Musheng: "This little brother, the young girl made a mistake. Don't take it to heart."
"It's okay. We know each other and we are destined to be together. I'm Yun Mu Sheng. The girl next to me is named Qiu Mingming. We come from the south of the Yangtze River. Looking at my brother's attire, he doesn't seem to be a local, but rather someone from the Tribulation Moon. .”
The man looked down at himself, then looked around, and whispered: "Little brother Huiyan, my surname is Ma, my name is Qingfeng, my daughter's name is Lingluo, I worked in Jie Yue a few years ago, and later I got drunk in a brothel during a mission , I was kicked out of Jie Yue by my husband after having sex for a while, and the child next to me, alas, was the result of having sex that night."
After the man finished speaking, he touched Xiao Lingluo's head and lowered his head slightly. Yun Musheng poured him a cup of tea and said, "Drinking will make things worse. This tea is not good at all. Brother Ma, can you please have a drink with me?"
"Okay, come on!"
While talking, the waiter brought the dishes to the table one after another. When the four of them had almost finished eating, the shopkeeper came over to welcome them with a smile on his face. However, he ignored the big and small ones and looked towards Yun Musheng. He comforted Qiu Ming and asked:
"What do you think of the food in the shop?"
Yun Musheng put down the chopsticks in his hand and took a sip of tea from the cup and said: "Yes, the fresh fish is seared and the meat is soft and tender. No wonder the business is booming."
The shopkeeper still had a smile on his face: "Hey, it's not like there is such a prosperous business every day."
"Oh? Is there any festival here today?" Qiu Mingming asked softly.
"Hey, today, a big fish took the bait, one worth ten thousand taels of silver, a big fish."
Yun Musheng turned around and looked. There seemed to be a stack of drawing papers hidden under the scimitar worn by a diner at the next table. He took a closer look and saw that there was a figure on the top one who looked very similar to himself. Under the portrait, it was clearly written: Yun Musheng, bounty: 10,000 taels of silver.
