As soon as Su Ling and the others returned to the courtyard of Tangling Inn, they looked up and saw Boning, dressed in black and with a sinister expression on his face, standing in the courtyard.
Su Ling quickly walked up to Boning and asked doubtfully: "Master Boning, why haven't you left yet? Eight Hundred Miles Express... No, you don't plan to send Eight Hundred Miles Express?"
Already?"
Boning was startled at first and looked at Wu Zhijiao and Qin Yu calmly.
Su Ling waved his hands and said: "These two are my personal guards in Bohai. They have followed me through life and death, and have fought many bloody battles, especially this old brother Wu Lingjiao. If he hadn't tried his best to stop Bohai Jianyu Camp, Su Ling would have lost his life."
Ling has no life left, Lord Boning, there is no need to be suspicious!"
Boning then nodded and said calmly: "In this case, Boning would also like to congratulate Su Changshi for retracting both arms!"
Su Ling smiled and said: "It's Su Ling's arms. From now on, we will all be a family and the Prime Minister's subordinates!"
Boning nodded, and then said: "There is no need to send an urgent message for eight hundred miles..."
"Why?" Su Ling asked with confusion.
"Uh..." Boning looked a little embarrassed, paused and said: "Last night, I was waiting for Su Changshi in the dense forest outside Tangling Inn, but after waiting all night, I didn't see Su Changshi.
Come on... didn't you say you want to determine how many people will return to Old Zhang with you?"
Now, it was Lidya Su's turn to be embarrassed.
Su Ling scratched his head and listed his sins and sins. He was so tired last night that he lay down and slept until dawn.
Su Ling then said again: "It's confirmed. Brother Wu, led by Wu, and this little brother Qin Yu, will return to Jiuzhang with me..."
Boning was a little confused and said: "Are these two the only ones? Su Changshi's senior brother, and those friends of yours..."
Su Ling chuckled and said: "My senior brother has returned to Liyou Mountain before he has completed his studies. My master, Xuanyuan Guigu, does not allow him to join the world now, and I can't keep him. As for my few friends, each has his own
There is no place to go, so the only two people who came back with me are my two personal guards!"
Su Ling not only used words to prevaricate Boning, but also moved out Xuanyuan Ghost Valley, the master of Xuanyuan Pavilion in Liyou Mountain. Who is Xuanyuan Ghost Valley? Things that he did not allow naturally cannot be disobeyed.
Otherwise, if Su Ling lets someone like Zhao Fengyu go, Boning has no doubt that Xiao Yuanche will feel somewhat offended by him.
Boning then nodded and said: "In that case, Boning will take the first step. Let's meet again in Zhangzhou!"
As he spoke, he swayed and disappeared into the dense forest.
Su Ling waited for Boning to leave, then stretched and shouted: "I woke up so early, I haven't even had breakfast... I'm hungry, who can make me a meal!"
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What Su Ling meant was that during the day today, apart from eating, he would sleep, recharge his batteries, and then go all the way back to Jiuzhang. This journey would take several days at the fastest, and traveling was the hardest and most energy-consuming, so sharpening the knife was not enough.
For those who chop wood by mistake, getting a good rest is the first priority.
So, except for breakfast and lunch, the three of them got up and ate, while the others slept with their heads covered and had a good rest.
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It was nearly noon, and on the official road from Bohai to Jingnan, two fast horses were riding. The man on the horse was handsome and the woman was charming.
It was Lin Bulang and Wen Fanghua.
The two of them left Tangling Inn and rode fast all the way. By noon, they had already descended from Tangling and boarded the official road from Bohai to Jingnan.
Daoxiangong Dojo is also in Jingnan, but it is in the mountains at the junction of Jingnan and Yangzhou. Therefore, the path the two of them took initially was the same as Mu Yanqing.
After walking for half a day, the sun rose three poles, and noon arrived.
The weather is now in April. The Bohai Sea is close to the sea, and there is also hot air blowing from the sea. At noon, it is already feeling hot.
Although the two of them rode forward, they still felt hot and thirsty.
However, the Jin Dynasty was in troubled times, and the so-called official road was only slightly easier than other roads.
Along the way, he met many homeless refugees. Whenever he saw them, Lin Bulang's face would look ugly and his brows would frown slightly.
Groups of refugees passed in front of them one after another. Lin Bulang's brows frowned even more tightly, and his face became more and more ugly.
Wen Fanghua felt that Lin Bulang was in a bad mood, so he suddenly reined in his horse and turned to Lin Bulang and said: "Bulang...do you feel unbearable when you see these refugees...Actually, now
Where can we not find such a scene? In such troubled times, we are powerless even if we have the will!"
Lin Bulang pretended to be fine, squeezed out a smile, and comforted Wen Fanghua: "I just can't bear it... Let's go to Daoxian Palace and not care about worldly affairs... I just sympathize a little bit.
, it’s okay!”
Wen Fanghua knew in her heart that there was still a knot in Lin Bulang's heart that could not be solved, so she could only smile softly at him and said: "We have been traveling all the way, and we are really thirsty and hungry. Let's go for a while and see if there is any tea ahead.
Let’s take a rest at the food stall, and it’s not too late to go back!”
Lin Bulang nodded and said: "I listen to you..."
The two rode their horses for a while, and finally saw from a distance that there was a fork in the road ahead. One side was the road leading to the south of Zhangshui River, and the other side was the only way to Jingnan.
Coincidentally, there was a stall next to the fork in the road, surrounded by white cloth and bamboo poles, and a signboard made of white cloth with a big black word on it - tea.
The breeze blew by, and the cover swayed slowly and listlessly.
Wen Fanghua's eyes lit up and she said happily: "No, look quickly, there is a tea stall in front of you. Let's go there quickly!"
The two men stepped up their horses and soon arrived at the tea stall.
The two tied their horses aside and then walked into the tea stall.
The tea stall is not big, with only four square tables and four benches. The place is remote, and there is only one family stopping to drink tea. Judging by their appearance and clothing, they are businessmen coming and going.
The stall owner is an old man in his sixties, with white hair, sitting listlessly behind the tea stall.
As soon as Lin Bulang and Wen Fanghua walked into the tea stall, they attracted everyone's attention.
Without him, these two people are different from ordinary people in appearance and demeanor.
In particular, Wen Fanghua was naturally beautiful, and the businessmen couldn't help but look at her a few more times.
Lin Bulang first sat with Wen Fanghua, then stood up and came to the old man. Upon questioning, he found that there was nothing else except some coarse tea made from wild tea leaves and edamame cooked by himself.
Lin Bulang ordered a pot of tea and two plates of edamame, paid a few old coins, and then returned to sit at the table.
Although he sat down, he said nothing, lowered his head, frowned slightly, and thought about his own thoughts.
Although Wen Fanghua was not happy in her heart, she sat quietly next to him and stayed with him.
After a while, tea and edamame were served, and the two of them had tea and edamame, chatting here and there.
But at this moment, from the only table with guests on the left, a tall and thick-set man stood up. Judging from his dress and body shape, he thought he was the bodyguard hired by this group of traveling merchants. In troubled times, they wanted to
For my own safety, I had to raise money and hire some knowledgeable people to protect me all the way.
Although it doesn't have much effect, it always packs some courage.
But I saw that this man smelled of alcohol and was holding a gourd in his left hand. The gourd was supposed to be filled with strong liquor.
It seems that the tea was taken by the traveling merchants, and the wine was brought by this man.
The man may have drunk a lot of wine, and his body was swaying when he stood up, and he could hardly control himself.
Not only that, his face was covered in a drunken red. His eyes were so narrowed by the wine that he could hardly open them.
As he staggered towards Lin Bulang, he cursed in his mouth: "It's his grandma's! In the past few days, I have only been rushing. My legs are almost tired and thin. I have nothing but eating dirt! It's boring.
, so damn boring..."
Lin Bulang originally didn't want to pay attention to him. In his heart, he was just a drunkard who drank too much. So, he still talked to Wen Fanghua and had tea.
The big man swayed three times and walked towards Lin Bulang and Wen Fanghua. A pair of drunken eyes stared directly at Wen Fanghua without moving away for even a breath. His eyes wanted to see through Wen Fanghua's clothes and into her flesh.
"It's boring... I've been so frustrated these past two days! Haha, what a coincidence, I met such a beautiful girl! Haha... I'm here now
Looking for fun with your little hooves!"
The drunkard only said a few words and then left.
Lin Bulang's sword eyebrows were raised, his eyes full of anger, and he stretched out his hand to pull the long sword at his waist.
But Wen Fanghua reached out to cover him up. Wen Fanghua shook his head slightly towards Lin Bulang and whispered: "Ignore him... He's just a drunkard. What can he do?"
Lin Bulang then withdrew his hand and clenched his fists.
Unexpectedly, this drunkard was not just talking. He also drank too much yellow soup and was extremely cowardly. Seeing that he was still a few feet away from Wen Fanghua, he jumped towards Wen Fanghua like a tiger.
Her mouth was still dirty and she said: "Girl, you had fun playing with me, and I will reward you!"
How could Wen Fanghua make him pounce? Just as he pounced, he saw her slender waist twisted, her delicate body as soft as a dragon, gently floating around, and she had already gone aside.
The big man immediately jumped into the air, but he couldn't stop himself and fell to the ground, where a dog came to chew his shit.
This time, the big man stopped working. He got up from the ground and yelled: "Oh, it's still a thorny hoof!"
As he said that, a cannon to the sky with his right fist hit Wen Fanghua.
However, halfway through the punch, he felt that he could no longer move forward, as if something powerful was stopping him.
He took a closer look, and in front of him was the young man in white who was having tea at the same table with this girl. He was stopping in front of him and only stretched out one finger. That finger seemed to have no power and was pressing softly against his fist.
.
The big man didn't take this young scholar-looking person seriously and yelled: "You are looking for death!"
As he said that, he withdrew his right fist and tried to throw a left punch.
However, how could Lin Bulang wait until he changed his moves, and when he saw the big man withdrawing his fist, he suddenly turned his fingers into palms and struck the big man with a palm.
As soon as the big man withdrew his fist, he felt a fierce palm wind coming straight in front of him. The speed was so fast that he had no time to dodge.
"Pop——" there was a crisp sound.
Lin Bulang slapped the big man on the left chest with his palm. The big man stood unsteadily, as if a door had fallen down, and his whole body fell backwards and hit the ground.
Huh--, the dust is flying.
The big man choked and his mouth was filled with dust.
The dust was swept away, and it followed the direction of the wind, and all of it floated towards the big man's table.
But I could hear coughing and coughing, and the traveling merchants were choked by the dust. They all coughed endlessly, with mucus and tears flying from their noses.
The tea on the table was also completely stained by dust and could no longer be drunk under any circumstances.
At this time, the merchants also got angry and stood up. They first helped the big man up, and then surrounded Lin Bulang with raised eyebrows.
One person even yelled: "Boy, are you being naughty? I will teach you a lesson today!"
Lin Bulang's face was ashen, while Wen Fanghua leaned in front of a bamboo pole with an indifferent smile.
Lin Bulang saw them gathering around him and drank tea with one hand without even looking at them.
Suddenly, another hand reached around his waist and exerted a little force.
The few traveling merchants and the big man suddenly felt a cold light flash past in front of them, drawing a straight line that shot out at extremely high speed, and struck behind them.
Before they could react, what was this cold light?
But suddenly I heard a violent explosion of air, "Boom--"
Shocked by the sound, they hurriedly turned around to look, but at some point, they saw an extremely thick tree behind them, with a long sword stuck on the trunk.
The long sword's cold light was faint, and it penetrated straight from the front of the tree trunk, and the tip of the sword came out from behind the tree trunk.
Only then did these people realize that the thing that had just passed by them so fast that they could only see a cold glow was the long sword that had penetrated into the tree.
This young man can easily move a long sword, and the sword can penetrate a big tree. What kind of skill is this?
From this point of view, if he activates the sword, wouldn't it be as easy to kill them as chopping melons and vegetables?
Just when these people were panicking, there was another violent clicking sound.
The strong tree suddenly broke and fell to the ground.
At this time, the minds of those traders were buzzing, and the eyes they looked at Lin Bulang changed from big bad wolves to lambs waiting to be slaughtered.
Lin Bulang glanced at them coldly and said in a deep voice: "Go away——"
"Yes, yes, yes, let's get out of here! Get out of here!..." The merchants nodded and bowed, and walked out of the tea stall in a dejected manner, one by one disappearing faster than the last.
The big man was already sober. Knowing that he had offended someone he didn't want to offend today, he also tried to turn around and escape among the traveling merchants.
But Lin Bulang only looked at him with burning eyes. When he saw that he wanted to run away, he said in a deep voice: "Others can leave, but you have to leave some marks to prevent you from losing your memory in the future!"
When the big man heard this, he was a little confused. What did the young man mean by leaving a mark?
Just when he raised his head in confusion, he saw Lin Bulang standing in front of him, holding a bright dagger in his hand.
"Good man... have mercy on me!" Before the big man could finish speaking, he suddenly felt a cold sensation in his left ear, and then heartbreaking pain spread throughout his body.
While howling, he boldly touched his left ear.
Upon touching it, his hand was covered with hot, sticky blood, but his left ear was gone.
However, he saw that Lin Bulang had returned to his table, drinking tea from a teacup in his right hand, and holding a bloody ear in his left hand.
"It's boring, not as good as pig's ears, but also good with wine..."
Lin Bulang threw it gently, and the ear flew into the big man's arms like an arrow from the string.
The big man knew that Lin Bulang was not easy to mess with, so he had to grit his teeth and endure the pain and said: "You are awesome! But do you dare to tell me your name? With this hatred, I will also know who to seek revenge in the future!"
Lin Bulang sneered again and again, not talking nonsense, and said in a cold voice: "You remember, I am Lin Bulang! If you want revenge, Daoxian Palace is always waiting for you! Now, get out!"
The big man thought that he couldn't get any advantage from Lin Bulang, so he had to cover his ears bitterly, turned around and left the tea stall in a hurry.
At this time, the owner of the tea stall, the white-haired old man, stopped working. He came straight from behind, grabbed Lin Bulang and said: "They haven't even paid for the tea. This is a small business of mine.
No, I’m having a hard time, and now... you two can’t..."
When Lin Bulang heard this, he felt pity for the old man, and then smiled warmly at him.
"Old man, not only do we have to pay for our own tea, but we also have to pay for those people's tea and food, and Lin Bulang also gave them to you!"