A dreamless night.
The noise downstairs suddenly penetrated into her brain. Xie Jingsong opened her eyes in a daze and stared at the unfamiliar curtain above her head for a moment.
...Oh, she traveled through time.
It was probably because the second floor was too close to the ground. Even though the inn was soundproofed with magic, the unavoidable interruption was still beating the drum of "Qi Delong Dong Choking" in her ears.
Not wanting to get up or miss the fun-sounding show downstairs, she turned over hard, cocked her ears and began to eavesdrop.
It was not easy to accurately identify the opera singers from the noise of the crowd, but Xie Jingsong, who had nothing to do, found them anyway.
The first person to appear was an arrogant voice: "I stepped on your grandpa's shoes, you want to pay me some money? Do you know who your grandpa is? You're a grandson!"
What followed was a flattering voice: "That's right! Do you know who our young sect master is? Open your eyes wide and take a look! Come over and lick him clean!"
! ! !
She no longer felt sleepy after hearing this!
Xie Jingsong began to eat melon with concentration.
The following was a timid voice that was almost crying: "I, I, can I wipe it for you?"
The arrogant voice snorted heavily, and the dog-legged guy immediately started barking: "Wipe? What to wipe with? Do you know how much our young sect leader likes these boots! These are made of Tencel! You mud-legged guy, you hold a hoe every day Are your hands worthy of touching such a thing?"
The cowardly voice started a series of apologies. In the middle of the sentence, it seemed that he was pushed, and the apology suddenly stopped and turned into an abrupt sound of pain.
What followed was the sound of punches, kicks and whimpering screams.
It would be a joke to say that Xie Jingsong is charitable and charitable. She likes to live her life behind closed doors, but if she is said to be indifferent, that is not necessary. After all, she has all the courtesy, justice and shame she should have.
Hearing that she didn't jump out to stop her now, there was only one reason, and that was that it was not her turn as a time traveler and an outsider to pity the people of this era.
Seeing that the one who was beaten was still screaming miserably, but there were only miscellaneous discussions around him, not even a sound of scolding to stop him, Xie Jingsong's brows slowly furrowed into a few ripples.
She stuck her head out from the bed, found her shoes, stood up, poked them casually with her feet, then shuffled to the window, opened a crack and peeked over.
In the center of the crowd stood a young man in a gold embroidered robe, with a flashy sword on his waist. When the midday sun shone, the gems emblazoned with it made sparkling waves appear in Xie Jingsong's eyes.
...the dazzling light of money.
But it's no wonder, judging from the information she extracted, this young sect leader is Qi Tianyan, the only son of the head of the Huatian Sect. Because his biological mother died young, the head Qi Jinke, who was ashamed of their mother and son, was so obedient to this baby that he almost picked off the stars and the moon and gave it to him.
It's quite normal to develop such a proud rooster look.
At this moment, he was standing with his arms folded arrogantly, watching his thugs punching and kicking someone who was obviously an ordinary citizen.
The monks surrounding him were discussing with high airs, while the ordinary people were cowering and discussing. No one thought of lending a hand or reporting to the official.
She suddenly had a deeper understanding of the world of cultivation.
Just as she was using her two fingers to borrow some Qi from heaven and earth so that she could rub the Zhang Feng Talisman to stop this bullying farce, a serious scolding sound came in from afar.
"Tianyan! Have you had enough trouble?"
The middle-aged man who flashed to the scene with his flying sword took out the scabbard and struck the young man hard on the shoulder. He beat the young man until he screamed: "Uncle Cui! Why did you hit me! I didn't use my energy to bully anyone. !”
The man flicked the sword with his toes, stretched out his hand to scoop it back into the scabbard, and stepped forward to kick the attackers away one by one: "You don't call this bullying! Do you have to stab people through with your sword? Bullying!"
The young man was incompetent and furious, stamping his feet: "He stepped on the shoes my mother left behind! He deserves to die! These are the shoes my mother left behind!"
Probably because he wanted to be out of sight and out of mind, the man raised his foot and kicked this troublesome thing away: "Do you still think you are a child? I brought you here to see the world, not to make random enemies!"
He lifted up the victim who was curled up and dared not move. He didn't know what he said, but he just sent the person away.
After dealing with this, he glanced around with a warning, flicked the hilt of the sword with his thumb, and the long sword with a dull luster was half unsheathed: "You guys haven't left yet, do you want to taste the withered flesh of me, Mr. Cui?" Zhijianyi?"
As soon as these words came out, the surrounding area was immediately cleared.
The man raised his eyes again and met Xie Jingsong's two eyes protruding from the gap. She blinked, bent towards the middle-aged man, and then closed the window very wisely.
We have almost heard the drama, and the next thing is probably the family affairs. At this time, it would be too senseless to look at it eagerly.
Although the drama of educating naughty children is fun, monks who have developed sword skills should not mess with them.
...Wait a minute, Dead Branch Sword Intent?
She seemed to have heard from Jiang Yanxue about Cui Jingque, a senior swordsman who he admired very much. His swordsmanship was mysterious and unpredictable, and the dead branch sword intention he could use was even more worthy of his dead sword's name.
It can't be such a coincidence.
From what he said just now, it seemed that they were also guests invited by the city lord, so they would meet again no matter what. Xie Jingsong crawled back and looked through it, and found the invitation that Mo Chouchou had given her.
The city dweller who was very good at playing even made the invitation to look like a jade card. After thinking about it for a while, Xie Jingsong decided to drop blood and try to see if it could recognize the owner.
But it is impossible to drip blood. Who would bleed themselves just for an experiment?
Regrettably, she put away the jade token and prepared to sleep for a while - although it was noon as soon as she closed her eyes and opened them again, her stomach and intestines had not yet made the sound of hunger. In this case, she might as well recharge her batteries!
Just when she casually threw the jade token on the bedside table, she happened to catch a copper coin lying quietly in the corner of her eye.
A copper coin with its reverse side facing upwards.
Xie Jingsong, who often loses things and is slightly blind, actually has a pretty good memory. She can at least imprint some impressive things into her mind... For example, she clearly remembers that when she threw a copper coin last night, it was clearly facing up.
"..."
First of all, rule out that she was sleepwalking. She got up in the middle of the night and had nothing to do but turn over her copper coins. Then rule out that a thief entered her room at night. She didn't steal anything but turned over her coins in a hurry.
...The results seem obvious.
"Grass……"
Xie Jingsong, who had used foul language for the first time, slowly swallowed her saliva, and her sleepiness suddenly disappeared.
