As he spoke, Demon Venerable’s eyes sparkled, "Jiang Mo, follow and you’ll reap endless benefits. I’ll take you to pick the millennium ice lotuses in the Heavenly Mountain Valley, which will keep you forever young. I’ll also gift you a thousand-army blade from the Broken Soul Palace, one sword equals a thousand soldiers. By the way, have you ever heard of the Purple Smoke Dusk Slope? There’s a suprely powerful martial art there called ’Heaven and Earth Unity Seal’. You can just go and take it, and there’s more..."
Demon Venerable prattled on.
However, Jiang Shouzhong’s face showed no hint of excitent; all he saw were pies flying in the sky.
Unreachable, absolutely unreachable.
At last, sowhat parched from all the talking, the pie Venerable stopped drawing pies in the air, smacking his rosy lips with a sense of dissatisfaction, noticing Jiang Shouzhong’s expressionless face and lack of excitent, which deeply affected him.
"Forget it, it’s like playing the lute to a cow."
Demon Venerable pursed her red lips and said to Jiang Shouzhong, "I ca out to tell you that the soul damage I suffered last ti has mostly healed. I’m really feeling suffocated and plan to go out for so air.
So, after I stabilize my soul for a few more days, I’ll enter your body again. Don’t worry, I’ll be gentler this ti, not as rough as before."
Ignoring whether Jiang Shouzhong agreed or not, the woman disappeared along with the mirror surface.
Staring at the empty ceiling, Jiang Shouzhong had a strange look on his face.
This conversation sounded weird, didn’t it?
...
The inn was called Spring Fountain Inn, located in the very heart of Muling County City.
Its central location made it the ideal resting spot for business travelers, conveniently located near the brothels to the west for a quick pleasure and the eastern market for business opportunities.
Moreover, to the north of the inn, there was a row of old grey-tile and blue-brick shops including grocery stores, apothecaries, and blacksmiths, with the constant noise of hamring. Occasionally, Jianghu travelers visited this place either to buy healing dicine or to forge weapons suited for themselves.
In the early days of the founding of Dazhou, the court considered regulating martial artists, but the effort proved ineffective.
Now, with turmoil rising everywhere, restricting them beca even more unlikely.
Throughout his journey, Jiang Shouzhong often saw cultivators either carrying swords, wielding knives, or swinging hamrs.
After washing up, a group ca to the inn’s hall for breakfast.
By then, the spacious hall was already filled with many guests from various places resting there.
So rchants were discussing business softly in a corner, so wandering Jianghu artists gathered around a table sharing interesting stories, and so idle scholars gazed out the window, lost in thought.
There were monks and Taoists...
In this ordinary inn, a diverse mix of people intertwined.
Occasionally, there were drunks, who had made trouble in brothels the night before, stumbling back, loudly boasting about which girl had the tenderest, most lustrous skin, causing many guests to frown in disdain.
The four found a table near the door and sat down.
Last night, Jiang Shouzhong booked three rooms; aside from him, Er Liang and Zhang Que’er shared one room, and Yelü Miaomiao had one to herself.
The Princess Yanrong, who was rather proud, hardly interacted with Er Liang or Zhang Que’er during the journey; she was intensely reclusive but was slightly less sharp towards Jiang Shouzhong than at the beginning.
She clearly realized that the man genuinely intended to send her out of Dazhou.
The girl’s heart was conflicted.
After all, if this matter leaked, Jiang Shouzhong would certainly face countless scoldings and even imprisonnt by the court, where ten heads would not be enough to chop off.
Her deep-seated hatred for this man had sowhat diminished.
"Hurry up and eat; we need to hit the road soon after,"
As the waiter brought over the food, Jiang Shouzhong addressed the three won, "It’s a day’s journey to Yucheng, and I heard this stretch is plagued by bandits, added to the worsening weather these days. If we delay, we might have to spend the night outdoors."
Er Liang nodded vigorously and began to devour a bun, stuffing her cheeks so full that she looked like a busy squirrel stockpiling nuts for winter.
Because she ate too quickly, she almost choked, her face turning beet red.
Seeing this, Zhang Que’er quickly brought over a bowl of beef soup, cooled it down, and handed it to Er Liang while gently patting the young girl’s back.
"So what if it’s in the wilderness, with our strength, why would we fear so bandits?"
Zhang Que’er muttered.
Jiang Shouzhong found it both funny and exasperating.
Yelü Miaomiao scoffed, "We’ve barely left the Capital, and there are already bandits causing trouble; the so-called Dazhou Dynasty is nothing after all, proving that this nation is on the decline and bound to perish."
Seeing that Jiang Shouzhong had no reaction to her words, Yelü Miaomiao felt rather uninterested.
He forgot that this guy doesn’t care at all whether the Dazhou Dynasty survives or not.
At that ti, Jiang Shouzhong started thinking about the second phase of the Water Moon Dream Mirror, rembering the scene of ngniang sitting on him, as if he could still savor that touch, causing his heart to sway unintentionally.
Jiang Shouzhong couldn’t help but secretly admire, "ngniang really knows how to seduce."
Tsk tsk!
What nonsense am I thinking about?
No matter how seductive, she is still another species, how could one have thoughts about a snake.
Jiang, Jiang, you cannot fall into depravity.
Jiang Shouzhong straightened his thoughts and began to ponder the dream mirror further.
Speaking of which, there were no emotional interactions or grudges between him and ngniang, so why did she suddenly climb into his bed?
What on earth happened between us in the future?
Why would ngniang bite ?
The man pondered and analyzed for a long ti, but his mind was still shrouded in confusion.
Forget it, the event of the dream mirror is still a long way off, I’ll just play it by ear.
If all else fails, just let her bite... The dream mirror didn’t show him getting bitten to death, so at that ti, having ngniang bite and then preventing it should still be on ti.
During the al, a man and a woman ca downstairs from the second floor of the inn.
The man looked quite handso, holding a folding fan, exuding a scholarly elegance, with a white shirt complenting his graceful deanor.
The woman, wearing a yellow dress, although a bit dark-skinned, was delicately beautiful. Her eyes brimd with sharpness, and she wore a sword on her waist, her aura robust and apparently skilled with weapons.
The two were clearly a couple.
After scanning the room, they sat at the table next to Jiang Shouzhong’s.
Jiang Shouzhong glanced inadvertently and spotted a fresh strawberry mark on the neck of the woman in yellow, clearly indicating that the two had been intimate earlier that morning.
Jiang Shouzhong didn’t mind and continued to eat his breakfast.
anwhile, the fan-holding man, while passing by Jiang Shouzhong’s table, first glanced over Er Liang and Yelü Miaomiao disguised by a changed face, and then suddenly fixated on the innocent and beautiful Zhang Que’er, his eyes slightly lighting up.
However, constrained by the presence of his partner, he rely lingered a few more monts before reluctantly withdrawing his gaze.
Still, his gaffe did not escape the notice of the woman by his side.
The woman in yellow snorted coldly, showing her displeasure.
Seeing this, the fan-holding man quickly spoke sweet words to make ands, and with his glib tongue, eventually brought about a sunnier mood in his partner, eliciting a smile. Yet, the woman’s gaze toward Zhang Que’er remained unfriendly.
It was at this mont that Zhang Que’er suddenly looked towards them.
She then smiled gently at the man, as if ushering in the spring, stunning the fan-holding man.
The woman in yellow froze, then beca furiously angry, subconsciously rising to draw her sword, only to be quickly pulled back by her companion who coaxed her into sitting down again.
Zhang Que’er’s lips curled in a hint of disdain.
...
After breakfast, Jiang Shouzhong returned to his room to pack his bags.
Jiang Shouzhong hesitated about whether to call ngniang out to probe her for information.
However, ngniang appeared on her own initiative.
"This inn has a whiff of demon energy, there must be a demon here," ngniang said lightly.
"A demon?"
Jiang Shouzhong frowned.
Yet seeing ngniang in front of him, in a wedding dress, radiant and captivating, he unconsciously recalled last night’s extrely vivid and exquisite dream, and his gaze involuntarily drifted downwards a bit.
Who would have thought, ngniang, you’re just like Hong’er.
No hair.
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