Ye Wumian thought for a long time without any solution, and laughed at himself: "It must be that my martial arts cultivation is shallow and it is difficult for me to understand the higher realms, which is why I am so confused. I only hope that I, a stupid bird, fly diligently and improve in the future, and maybe I can solve today's confusion." .”
In fact, his martial arts training is not shallow.
At the age of fifteen, he was able to advance to the realm of reverse communication. Among his peers in the world today, he is already a figure at the top of the tower. When it comes to actual combat, he has no sect and follows wild paths. He is the genius of Yueyang Tower. Li Dong, Jin Yiwei Qianhu Liu Feng, but they all suffered defeats at his hands.
Such a performance can make anyone feel proud of themselves, so how can it be associated with the word "shallow"?
It was useless to think too much, so he put the unreasonable matter aside for the time being.
The wind and waves along the river were strong and the chill was overwhelming, which calmed him down and made him realize: "Shouldn't I be going to Changsha City to pay my respects to the lady? But in order to pursue this monk, I actually went in the opposite direction! I'm really a bastard." slob."
He used the stars in the sky to roughly survey the direction and determined that he was north of Changsha City and should go south.
Of course, we were in the wild at this moment, it was dark and cold, and the immediate priority was to find a place to rest until daybreak.
The hazy moonlight illuminated fields beside the river and ridges in the fields.
He thought to himself: "If you walk along the field ridge, you should be able to find someone's residence."
I picked up Qinggong and flew out. After about half a stick of incense, I saw a country road full of cow excrement at the end of the field.
The cow dung was frozen solid on a winter night, so even if you accidentally stepped on it, it would probably not stain your shoes.
As expected, there were two or three scattered farmhouses beside the road. Since it was late at night, the owners of the houses must have gone to rest long ago, so the lights were not on, making it difficult for people to see them from a distance.
Ye Wumian found a roof that was still sheltered from the wind and rain, sat down cross-legged, tightened his clothes, and fell asleep while adjusting his breathing.
He didn't sleep for long, he woke up just after the rooster crowed, and waited patiently. When the sky became green and bright, and he could see the distance clearly, he stood up and ran southward.
Last night, I chased that monk for more than a hundred miles, and my internal strength was only 20%. After a nap, I have recovered to 90% and am still recovering quickly.
Therefore, Ye Wumian did not hesitate to use his inner strength and frequently used Qinggong to rush on his way.
Of course, it was still much slower than the rush last night.
It's a pity that there are few horses in the south. I passed two or three villages along the way, but I didn't see any horse dealers. Otherwise, driving a fast horse will still be faster and less laborious than using Qinggong by myself.
At noon, I arrived at a small town called "Baishui Town", which belongs to Xiangyin County under the jurisdiction of Changsha Prefecture. The town is not big, only three or two streets.
The weather today is gloomy, with a strong westerly wind. There are only a few people walking on the street, and there are even fewer people doing business and setting up stalls, not to mention people selling horses along the street.
A tavern in the middle of the town has a plaque with the words "Baishui Winery" written in neat fonts.
There was an ugly woman selling wine at the door, braving the severe cold, picking up firewood and passing firewood to the stove outside.
A pot of rice wine is roasting on the stove. The rice wine is steaming hot and fragrant.
Wuxian came as soon as he smelled it.
His stomach growled. I haven't eaten since I left the Lushan Restaurant yesterday. I'm hungry now and my face hurts from the wind.
He thought to himself: "The wind is strong today, and it is very difficult to rush on the road. I am afraid it will be tomorrow morning before we reach Changsha City. Hurry up and hurry up. Why not eat hot food and drink hot wine here first to warm yourself up, and then go on your way. Not too late."
He stayed for a while, and the ugly waitress came up to her, wiping her cold nose. She sniffed and said, "Female guest, what are you doing here? Come in and have some food and wine. It's warm inside." .”
Ye Wumian nodded and said, "That's what I meant."
He followed the ugly woman into the tavern. There was a fireplace beside the counter. A fire was burning, making the room glow red, but the smoke did not fill the room. As the ugly woman said, the room was indeed warm and not choking.
There were five or six tables with guests, but seven or eight tables were empty. Ye Wumian chose an empty table by the window and sat down, ordering two bottles of sweet rice wine, two pounds of braised beef, and a plate of raw coriander.
When the guests saw a maid with a bright face arriving, they all looked at her with saliva on their faces. Wuxian ignored it and continued to drink and eat meat.
Maybe it was because he placed the pine pattern sword on the table, but no one dared to come and provoke trouble.
After eating for a while, there was a sound of horse hooves outside the door. Ye Wumian looked out the window and saw a group of people on horseback, tying up their horses and coming to Baishui Restaurant to rest for a while.
Immediately afterwards, the group of people filed in, all coming to drink and drink, leaving only one person outside.
Ye Wumian secretly took a look, and by rough calculation, there were seven or eight men and women, all holding swords at their waists, wearing standard Confucian-style long coats, with warm velvet on their shoulders.
The man wears a Qingluan scholar's crown, and the woman wears a plain bun with a beautiful cloud bun. They have the same demeanor and a serious face, but they also show their style.
Out of the corner of my eye during the sleepless night, I saw an acquaintance.
Naturally, we are not very acquainted with each other, we have only met once.
It was Li Dong, the talented disciple of Yueyang Tower who had fought and sword-matched with him on the official path two months ago.
But I don’t know why she is here today?
Li Dong still had the same cold and arrogant look on his face as before. Just seeing her was like meeting the "Winter" in her name.
The group of men and women seemed to be headed by her, and when they saw her taking a seat, the others sat down.
The men and women in this group are equally dressed as Li Dong and all obey her orders. They must all be the fiftieth generation disciples of Yueyang Tower.
Li Dong looked around.
When the other guests saw her gaze, they all lowered their heads. Because her eyes were so cold, just looking at each other was scary. How could they dare to look at her for a long time?
Ye Wumian didn't look at her. He felt her attention sweep over him and stayed there for a while, but then moved away quickly, apparently not paying much attention to it.
He thought to himself: "When I met her two months ago, I was dressed as a man; now, I am dressed as a woman, and my appearance has been completely changed. She should not be able to recognize me, so naturally she won't pay much attention."
Li Dong and his party started to eat.
These male and female disciples just immersed themselves in eating, chewing slowly and not daring to speak. Even the sounds of bowls and chopsticks, swallowing, and picking up vegetables are minimal.
Obviously, Yueyang Tower has strict rules and regulations, and Li Dong has effective restraint.
Halfway through the meal, Li Dong suddenly ordered a disciple: "Let the thirty-sixth junior brother come in to eat, and you will take turns to guard the gifts and horses."
The disciple was arranged by her and did not dare to refuse. He hurriedly stuffed a few pieces of meat into his mouth, his cheeks were bulging, and he immediately stood up and went out with fists in his hands.
After a while, a thin-faced monkey-like young man came in, rubbing his hands against the cold wind. He didn't say much. After bowing to Li Dong, he sat down at an empty seat and ate quietly.
Ye Wumian had almost finished eating and was about to take out the money to pay the bill and then leave.
Suddenly, Li Dong looked at him and said in a cold voice: "That girl sitting by the window, can you lend me the sword on your table?"
