Central Plains Border · Zhenlao Pass
As the carriage gradually moved away, the strong smell of blood gradually faded away, and Qiu Mingming's body was no longer restless. Yun Musheng bowed her hands to the coachman with some shame and said: "I'm sorry that I can't see Mount Tai, I don't know. Mr. Ghost Che is here in person.”
"Hey, Master Feng, you are such an old man. Although you are the leader of Jie Yue Sect, you are still an old slave. How can you dare to enter Master Feng's holy eye?"
Yun Musheng heard that there was some connotation in these words, which she had previously despised, so she could only laugh in embarrassment.
"But having said that, since you are the famous Mr. Ghost Car, why don't you just take us through this prison, but let us go through this dark shop first?"
Qiu Mingming didn't care what position he held in Jie Yue. He had just put Yun Musheng in such a dangerous situation, but now he was talking so casually, which made her feel unhappy.
"Hehe, you are indeed a girl from Tianji Tower, and your words are sharp. Please forgive me, I am just doing a test."
"Test? Test for what?" Yun Musheng took over Gui Che's words and asked.
"The leader ordered me to take care of you during your trip to the Central Plains. I will test whether you need me to protect you personally. During this trip to the Central Plains, it seems that I still need to take care of you, but I don't need to personally take action."
Mr. Guiche still had a leisurely look on his face, just like the waiter in the Yijian Inn who neglected his duties and waited for opportunities to fish.
"What does this mean?" Yun Musheng asked.
"Just send one of your men to accompany you. When you get to Junting, the main city in the Central Plains, that person will be waiting for you at the most prosperous Qingdeng Tower there. You will know when the time comes."
Central Plains·Wuzhen
The dark Nine-Headed Bird carriage drove past and came to a small road full of narrow bluestone alleys. Let alone a carriage, even riding a mule was difficult to walk here, and the only way was to walk through it.
Yun Musheng and Qiu Mingming got out of the carriage. Ma Qingfeng and his daughter Xiaoling Luoxu were still in a daze because the antidote was given too late and the poison was too deep.
Mr. Ghost Che casually stuffed a small gadget wrapped in coarse cloth into the boy's pocket.
"Put it away, maybe it will come in handy."
"Another magic pill that can cure hundreds of poisons?" Yun Musheng joked.
After hearing this, Mr. Guiche couldn't help but pursed his lips, snorted with some contempt and said: "Tsk, if you are poisoned by food after going through the prison, it will be regarded as an old man who has lost his sight. Although this thing is small, it is hundreds of times more powerful than the previous pills, and it can be used for self-defense!"
Yun Musheng took out the small package from his bag and threw it to Qiu Mingming aside. The old coachman's naughty words and deeds along the way made Yun Musheng lose all the respect he had at the beginning. Because he really recognized the old guy's strength, he didn't throw the package away on the spot.
"Concealed weapons are not suitable for me. Qiuqiu, you should be able to use them better."
Mr. Gui Che turned his eyes again, suddenly changed to a mysterious expression, walked up to Yun Musheng and whispered: "You have to pay attention to this, there are many ghost places in the Central Plains, and this one is no exception."
After saying that, he smiled and turned sideways to get on the carriage again.
"Hehe, it's up to you. It's almost dawn. This guy named Ma Qingfeng seems to be waking up soon, but I don't want him to see me. After that, the old coachman waved his whip and started driving again. The carriage drove away.
Ma Qingfeng, who had just been leaning at the entrance of the alley, finally woke up holding Xiao Lingluo. Although his consciousness was still a little blurry, Ma Qingfeng still tried his best to wake up completely.
"Just now I felt a slightly familiar aura of an expert. He must be our savior. It's a pity that I couldn't meet him and express my gratitude in person."
Hearing this, Yun Musheng could only smile in agreement. Thinking of what Mr. Gui Che said just now, Yun Musheng thought it would be better not to let him get acquainted with Mr. Gui Che.
Several people walked into Wuzhen. The peace here was completely different from the previous Zhenlao Pass. It was hard to believe that there was actually a person sandwiched between the turbulent border Zhenlao Pass and the Junting where the princes were separatist. Such a peaceful and peaceful town.
At this time, the red sun that was gradually setting in the west gave off a gorgeous sunset glow like fire, which shone on the black tile stone wall, making it look quite stylish.
The two of them found a small inn to rest here. Perhaps because of the dangers that occurred in the prison during the day, the four of them began to be a little wary of strange inns. However, this time a few of them were overly worried. Everyone slept very soundly.
In the dream, Qiu Mingming seemed to see a graceful woman, wearing a strange black robe, like the clothes of the Dongsang people in the book, with a small flower of the other side embroidered on the cuffs.
As soon as dawn broke, Qiu Mingming heard the sound of people outside the window. She tidied up a little and washed up. Then she walked out of the room and met Yun Musheng who was wandering at the door for no reason.
"The eldest brother named Ma and Xiao Lingluo seem to be still asleep. I happened to wake up a little early, and I happened to see you opening the door as I passed by."
Seeing the young man's embarrassed look, Qiu Mingming couldn't help but chuckle: "What a coincidence...?"
Yun Musheng, who was seen through, smiled like an idiot, and then changed the topic: "It was already late when we came here yesterday, so we have to go early today. While Brother Ma is still awake, why don't we take a stroll in Wuzhen and inquire about it by the way? How to get to Junting in the Central Plains."
Qiu Mingming remained silent, just smiled and nodded.
The two walked out of the inn. The people in Wuzhen seemed to be born with skillful hands. At dawn, there were people making ceramics, tailoring, and even candy-making people starting their creations. It was a hometown of craftsmen. .
Passing by a porcelain-burning shop, I saw an enthusiastic shopkeeper selling to the two of them: "You two young heroes, I have newly fired a batch of porcelain. Look at the luster and the quality. It is top-notch even in Wuzhen! "
On the one hand, Yun Musheng was moved by the atmosphere of Wuzhen, but on the other hand, she also wanted to behave in a decent manner in front of this scholarly woman, so she said to the shopkeeper of the porcelain shop:
"The glaze on your porcelain is indeed unique, but I haven't found the color in my heart."
"Oh? It seems that this young hero is very particular about glaze colors. If you dare to tell me, I, Old Ding, can bake this porcelain surface for you in any color you can name."
"I want the sky to be blue on a bright sunny day." Yun Musheng's words made shopkeeper Na Ding startled. Qiu Mingming on the side quickly pulled Yun Musheng's clothes and whispered: "This azure cannot be fired unless it rains. If you want him to burn azure on a sunny day, isn't this causing trouble?"
Yun Mushengjing Qiu Mingming was also in a dilemma. He had heard from hearsay that the best porcelain was azure, and the azure color had to wait for mist and rain. Only then did he see the confident look on the face of shopkeeper Na Ding, and he thought of it on a whim. Difficult glaze color.
Yun Musheng was about to withdraw her request, but unexpectedly shopkeeper Na Ding was the first to reply: "Forgive me for my lack of academic skills. I dare say that I am proficient in the sky after the rain, but the sky is blue under the sun..."
"Don't blame me, shopkeeper. This junior just made a random statement on a whim."
"It's not that it's nonsense. If you are not good at learning, you are not good at learning. I, Old Ding, can't burn the color you mentioned, but there is an adult above Wuzhen who may be able to burn it."
When Shopkeeper Ding, who was still a little complacent just now, talked about that man, a look of humility appeared on his face. The man who could be respected by such an old porcelain maker seemed to be a great person.
"Oh? There is such a strange person. Dare you ask his name? Where does he live in Wuzhen?" Yun Musheng asked curiously.
"That gentleman's surname is Wan, and his full name is Wanshiwu. He lives in..."
"Hey! Old Dingtou, is the Begonia Red I want ready?"
A disgusting and vulgar voice came, which was incompatible with the elegant Wuzhen. Yun Musheng turned around with some disgust and saw a few people wearing cloth clothes with scimitars at their waists pressing down on him. The not-wide bluestone road swayed.
"Okay, okay, take it. I don't want the zero, just two taels of silver."
Shopkeeper Ding also replied angrily, and took out a beautiful porcelain vase with red glaze from the room. Unexpectedly, the leading commoner snatched it from his hand, followed it up and kicked it Fall to the ground.
When Yun Musheng saw this, she shouted angrily: "Why do you hit someone?!"
I saw the gang of civilians smiling wretchedly and saying: "Hey, it's none of your business. I got the news yesterday that the man named Wan from Wuzhen went back to his hometown to meet his relatives. Without him, Wuzhen wouldn't be able to live alone." Rob the fat, you guys, grab the money, the porcelain, the women, hey, grab whatever you want!"
With orders around the man, he impatiently drew out his machete and rushed forward. Unexpectedly, a broken shadow passed by, and the man's face was stabbed with dozens of silver darts and was bloody.
"Back off!" Yun Musheng looked at the group of thieves in front of him, but his palm was firmly pressed on the back of Qiu Mingming's neck who had just waved his sleeves, and it didn't seem like he was talking to Qiu Mingming.
"I told you to stand down!"
