By the time Ling Muyun cautiously walked through the ten-mile chasm, Jia Nianxi had already been bored, lying on the roadside watching the ants move: "Brother Ling, your speed is too slow. After a while, I want my mother to pick you up." ”
"No, no, I can do it on my own!" Ling Muyun refused awkwardly.
No matter how shaky it is to cross this ten-mile natural chasm, it is still much more practical than stepping on a corpse.
"If you're lucky, you'll encounter a caravan and you'll be able to catch a ride. If you're not lucky, you'll end up on the ancient road tonight, and the grass will reach the sky."
Seeing that Ling Muyun didn't answer, Jia Nianxi continued: "Brother Ling, do you want to compare who is faster? This way, we don't have to sleep in the wilderness and arrive at Tushan City at night."
"That's fine! When we get to Tushan City, we still need to plan our trip."
"What trip are you planning? We must go to the Jin Dynasty first. To attack the world, Sima Rui will march south in full attire. He will bring with him a family of nobles. In other words, he will bring thousands of talents with him."
Jia Nianxi frowned again: "You don't think that ordinary people under the ninth grade Zhongzheng can make a difference?"
Ling Muyun followed behind him leisurely.
Ling Muyun was not interested in the competition that Jia Nianxi mentioned.
Cultivators can travel faster than ordinary people, but if they use their true energy to travel, firstly, they don't have that "mass", and secondly, if they encounter an enemy and lose too much true energy, they will naturally fall into inferior position.
"Brother Ling, I got here first!"
Jia Nianxi arrived at Tushan City first, followed closely by Ling Muyun.
Hu Erniang was still lying lazily on the counter, staring at the diners in front of her.
Seeing Ling Muyun come in, his eyes brightened, then dimmed, and he said in a lazy voice: "Mr. Ling, your hairstyle and outfit are really... fresh and refined."
"The shopkeeper doesn't know, my brother is ready to convert." Jia Nianxi interrupted first.
Only then did Ling Muyun remember that his eyebrows and hair had been burned completely by thunder.
When Jia Nianxi said this, he felt a little embarrassed on his face.
With this image now, it is said that he has taken refuge and received the five precepts. Apart from the few missing precept scars on his head, how can others not believe it?
"Don't listen to the children's nonsense. Shopkeeper, please have two upper rooms." Ling Muyun knocked on the counter.
"I thought this handsome young man was ready to serve the Buddha." Hu Erniang stood up, looked at it carefully, and continued: "Shall I think about a wig for you?"
"Get a carriage by the way." Ling Muyun took out a silver ingot from his bag and placed it on the table.
"You can't get a carriage. It's a scarce thing. You can get an ox-cart, but you can't afford it with your little money." Hu Erniang weighed the silver ingot and blurted out without even weighing it.
"What now?" Ling Muyun took out another gold ingot from his bag and placed it on the counter.
"Please, Mr. Ling, I'll even give you a wig!"
Hu Erniang squeezed past the counter and muttered: "The waiter will chop you up sooner or later. It's so narrow and difficult to get in and out."
"The shopkeeper wants two bathtubs!" Jia Nianxi added.
"You're not very young, why do you need so many bathtubs?"
"I have mysophobia...can't I do that?"
"Why not? With the money in place, it's no problem to fill the house with bathtubs." Hu Erniang twisted her fat waist, looking like she couldn't stand it.
It wasn't until that disgusting breath came that Ling Muyun understood why Jia Nianxi wanted two bathtubs: she didn't know how to bathe Jia Nanfeng.
Can that thing be cleaned?
Soon, the disgusting smell came, and Ling Muyun couldn't help but picture the scene in his mind, but no matter what, he couldn't guess how Jia Nianxi bathed Jia Nanfeng.
Outside the room, the waiter in the shop whispered: "How can such a clean girl come out with such a smell?"
"No, it smells like maggots. No wonder we need two buckets."
After being tormented by Jia Nianxi, Ling Muyun lost his appetite and began to plan his itinerary.
I can't go to Kucha. I guess my portrait is still posted on the wanted list at the Kucha city gate.
It takes the route of Gaochang, descends to Dunhuang and Jiuquan, goes to Guzang, turns south to Longdong, Chang'an, and Nanyang counties, all the way east, passing through Yiyang and Shouyang, until Jiankang.
After traveling all the way from a cold place chasing the spring breeze, when we arrived in Jiankang, it was supposed to be a scorching summer.
If there are any twists and turns along the way, or if the "talents" have any ideas, then time will be immeasurable.
A night of silence.
Hu Erniang's efficiency is obvious to all. In addition to an ox cart with a curtain, she also thoughtfully placed fruits and vegetables in the cart, especially the wig prepared for Ling Muyun, which was worn on her head like a tight band, which was quite exotic. style.
"Master Ling, where are you going?"
"Getting ready to go to Dajin to see the beauties of the south of the Yangtze River and those pretty ladies." Ling Muyun joked.
"Should we go to Qiuci or Gaochang?"
"Gaochang and Qiuci have already swam there, there's not much to see."
"Aren't you afraid to offend Bai Zhen, so you don't dare to go?" Hu Erniang is a straightforward person, and said frankly: "My dear wife, I have something to ask of you. I wonder if Mr. Ling is willing to do it?"
"As long as it's not a personal commitment, you can talk about it."
"You are so weak, I can't stand it! Only a man as great as the King of the Northwest can be worthy of me!" After Hu Erniang said, her face turned red: "Young master, when you arrive in Gaochang, there is a Kan family in the east of the city. , the parent’s name is Kan Qi, can you take a look at it on behalf of the slave family?”
"Do you have anything to tell me?" Ling Muyun asked doubtfully.
Hu Erniang took out a golden walking stick from her arms and carefully handed it to Ling Muyun: "Just say that Kan Erya is still alive and has no regrets."
The voice was slightly sad.
"Okay, I will definitely bring it." Ling Muyun nodded, carefully put the Jin Bu Yao down, and said goodbye to Hu Erniang.
He raised his long whip and became a groom.
"Brother Ling, tell me, will Poppy be jealous when she sees me sitting in the carriage?" Jia Nianxi opened the curtain, crossed his legs, and picked grapes one by one.
"Why are you jealous? An eight-year-old girl doesn't deserve it, and an eighty-year-old lady can't do it."
There was a whip flower in his hand, and the sound was clear and crisp, just like Ling Muyun's expression at the moment.
"Pa" Jia Nianxi angrily lowered the curtain, but still angry, he opened it again and threw the grapes in his hand on Ling Muyun's back before he let out this sigh.
However, the journey was long, so we couldn't keep arguing. After the initial dullness, the two of them started talking again.
Apart from not letting Jia Nanfeng go, there really wasn't anything that Ling Muyun disliked about Jia Nianxi.
All the hatred seems to be caused by Jia Nanfeng.
"Jia Nianxi, how did you come back from the dead?"
"My God revives me."
Ling Muyun did not continue to ask. Everyone has their own way of practice. However, Jia Nianxi's was too secretive.
Since he refused to tell me, there was no reason to ask again.
"Where is your mother, Jia... Empress Jia?"
"She? She is my corpse doll. She loved me very much when I was a child. I also miss my mother very much. Isn't this good? Be with the one you love every day."
Jia Nianxi's eyes blinked.
