There was a drunken and sloppy old man, with a wine gourd hanging from his waist, riding a donkey backwards and moving forward slowly.
The donkey's speed is not fast, it can be said to be very slow.
But the old man was in no hurry and even the whip in his hand never fell on the donkey's butt.
Looking at the direction the old man was heading, it was Juxian Town.
After traveling a certain distance, the old man stopped, took off the wine gourd from his waist and took a sip.
His eyes opened slightly and he burped happily.
"Hiccup~"
"Young master, it's true that you will always take revenge. When will you change your attitude..."
Take a closer look.
The old man was none other than Huang, Huang Baixiu, who had made an agreement with Zhao Zai.
Listening to the conversation between him and Zhao Zai that day, it turned out that this man was an old swordsman.
Many years ago, he lost the title of Sword Immortal to Xun Yijian, the great enshrinement of the Imperial Palace of Xishu.
Over time, people in the world only heard about Xun Jianxian and did not know about Huang Jianxian.
It's really pitiful, sad, and deplorable...
"What the hell are you talking about? You can't protect your granddaughter, so you let me act as a thug?" Lao Huang pointed to the wine gourd in his hand, mistook the wine gourd for Zhao Zai, and beat him hard twice before he relieved his hatred.
"Who is I? That's the Sword Immortal!" Lao Huang patted his chest, gave a thumbs up, and said proudly.
"And that person named Xun doesn't know how to respect elders at all, huh..."
Lao Huang snorted again.
"But I have to say, the old sour scholar's method is quite good. Send Hongdou to a remote Taoist temple in this corner of the southwest. Outsiders will not be able to find her for a while. After a few years, the marriage will naturally be delayed.
It’s yellow…”
"Wonderful, really wonderful..."
After realizing this, Lao Huang had a smile on his face and took another sip of wine.
Suddenly, Lao Huang heard the sound of horse hooves coming from behind.
Lao Huang sat up and saw a group of people galloping towards him.
It is a combination of two carriages and a dozen horses.
However, the composition of the staff is a bit strange.
A dozen or so heavily clothed men, all covered in lumps and flesh, led the way.
The person behind the formation was a young Taoist priest with his hair tied in a wooden hairpin. Next to the Taoist priest was a middle-aged man wearing official clothes.
Lao Huang recognized that the official leather suit came from Shuxian Sect.
The group of people showed no intention of slowing down and sped past Lao Huang, causing a puff of dust and smoke behind the convoy.
"Bah, bah, bah..."
Lao Huang quickly raised his sleeves and covered his mouth and nose, but he still ate a lot of ash.
Seeing everyone in the motorcade leaving, Lao Huang felt unhappy for a while, pointed and cursed:
"Okay, okay, okay, Lao Huang, I'm going to show you guys what it means to be in a hurry..."
So he waved his whip, which he rarely used.
"Pa"
Hit the donkey's butt all at once.
The donkey's eyes lit up, and it tapped its front hooves on the ground twice...
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An hour later, the speed of the convoy slowly dropped.
Due to their small size and light weight, Jiang Yang and Zhao Juan's horses retained more physical strength than other people's horses.
Unknowingly, the two people who were at the back ran to the front.
The two of them grabbed the reins with one hand and waved their whips with the other, shouting, "Drive, drive, drive."
During this time, Jiang Yang has mastered the key to horse riding.
In the future, if he encounters Dou Emperor chasing him, Jiang Yang has no worries at all, because Dou Emperor's horse is not as fast as his.
After a while, I turned a corner.
Wherever he looked, at the end of the official road ahead, there was a figure.
The two men arrived instantly on horseback and took a quick look.
All I saw was that this man was a sloppy old man, with a wine gourd hanging from his waist and riding a donkey backwards.
I didn't have time to take a closer look at the old man's face.
The horses and people flashed past.
Zhao Jun turned his head and looked at Jiang Yang and asked, "The guy riding the donkey backwards just now, does he look familiar?"
"I feel the same way, as if I've met you somewhere before."
"Forget it, don't think about it anymore. At our speed, the original three-day journey now only takes two days."
"Yes, drive!"
"Ah, well, you surnamed Jiang don't have martial ethics!" Zhao Jun saw that Jiang Yang was far ahead of him, and he was so anxious that he clamped his legs under the horse's belly and quickly chased after him.
The others hurriedly followed, but the horses were too weak, so they could only watch the two leaders riding fast.
In this way, the convoy, led by Jiang Yang and Zhao Jun, marched like this for another hour.
After turning a corner, the two of them saw a figure at the end of the official road.
The two of them didn't think too much and rode their horses to catch up.
Before I caught up with the figure, I saw that it was a sloppy old man with a bottle of wine and a donkey riding backwards.
…
The two of them were so shocked that they almost fell off their horses.
Before the two of them could wonder, the horse led them past the old man again.
Looking back, this time, the two of them saw the old man's face clearly.
I can only say that it is mediocre and unremarkable.
"this?"
The two looked at each other and understood what the other was thinking.
This old man riding a donkey backwards is exactly the same as the one I saw an hour ago?
The two of them scratched their heads in anxiety, tightened the reins and asked the horses to stop.
Soon, the large army caught up with the two.
Xiong Dadao: "Master, Mr. Zhao, why did you stop?"
Zhao Jun asked Xiong Da, "Just now, did you see an old man riding a donkey backwards on the road?"
Xiong Da nodded and said: "I saw it. I saw it three times in total, and they were exactly the same three times."
Another person said, "Could it be that there are three very similar ones? Otherwise, how could they appear in front of us every time?"
"Will he be a wise man?"
"That makes sense!"
"Forget it, let's not get into trouble. There is a pavilion twenty miles ahead. Let's rest there tonight."
"good."
The group got on their horses again and rushed to the pavilion twenty miles away.
…
It was getting dark, and everyone hurried to the pavilion.
"Master Jiang, your riding skills are superb, Zhao is willing to be defeated!" Zhao Juan said cheerfully and jumped off the horse.
When Jiang Yang heard this, he also got off his horse.
Give the reins to a disciple of the Giant Bear Sect and let him take care of the horse.
"Master, where have we been? When will we get home?"
In the carriage, Chu Ling'er leaned out her upper body from the window, looked at Jiang Yang and asked.
Jiang Yang came over, took a water bag handed over by Chu Ling'er, took a big gulp, and wet the clothes on his chest: "Come on, go fast this time, we will be there at noon tomorrow."
"oh."
Chu Ling'er responded and slowly retracted.
After a while, Xiong Miaoyun's voice came from the carriage: "Master Jiang, after we get back, I hope our two families will move around more so that we don't get acquainted with each other."
"must."
"After running all day, Master Jiang is hungry, why not eat some fruit?" Xiong Miaoyun stretched out an arm and handed out a red fruit.
Jiang Yang accepted it casually: "Thank you, Miss Xiong."
"Yue Nu, you go down and help Master Jiang relax his muscles and bones."
"yes."
Yue Nu opened the car curtain, got out, and looked at Jiang Yang lovingly.
Jiang Yang wanted to refuse, but Yuenu's craftsmanship made him really reluctant.
Squeeze shoulders and beat legs...
Entering the pavilion with Yue Nu, Jiang Yang found that the people who came in first formed a circle and pointed at the person in the center of the circle.
After pushing aside the crowd and walking in, Jiang Yang saw the man.
A sloppy old man with a wine gourd hanging around his waist.
The donkey was kept by the pavilion and was grazing with its head down.
Jiang Yang's heart was shocked and he forgot to close his mouth...