Jiang Liuzi took Ming Zhiyuan all the way down the Sawtooth Cliff. It was much easier and faster when he came down than when he went up.
The two of them descended the cliff and walked for more than ten miles before arriving at the Changling Market. The market was already filled with many villagers who came to purchase goods and vendors selling various daily necessities.
There were three or four carriages parked at the side of the market. It looked like a small convoy had run out of goods and was resting in the market. Because Ming Zhiyuan saw that there were no items on the carriages.
Jiang Liuzi found an open space, opened the package, spread it on the ground, laid out the things he had brought, and started selling.
Ming Zhiyuan had already given Jiang Liuzi a hundred taels of silver notes to lead the way, and now the two of them said goodbye.
Ming Zhiyuan strolled closer to the carriages and saw a man in his forties or fifties sitting on the leading carriage.
Xixi Lulu was eating a bowl of noodles in her hand, and the people in the other cars also looked like they were having lunch. Everyone was holding a bowl and eating.
Ming Zhiyuan went shopping in other places and had something to eat himself. When he came back, those people had also finished their food and were arranging their vehicles.
He raised his hands to the leading man and asked, "Brother, I'm sorry to bother you."
The man turned his head and looked at him. Seeing that he was well-dressed and well-dressed, he responded with a courtesy and said angrily: "Young Master, you're welcome. What's the matter?"
"Excuse me, where are you going, Your Excellency?"
"Oh! We have finished shipping the goods and are ready to return to Chenyang Mansion City."
Ming Zhiyuan was overjoyed when he heard this: "I am also visiting Changling. I am planning to go to Chenyang Fucheng to find my old friend. I am worried that I don't know the way. I don't know how to get to Chenyang Fucheng. I wonder if this elder brother can let me take your carriage."
Let’s go to Chenyang together? I’m willing to pay the fare.”
The man touched his head and said sheepishly: "Master, if you don't mind the bumpy carriage, then let's go together."
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Along the way, Ming Zhiyuan chatted with the man and learned that his name was Guan Qubing, and he was the owner of this small fleet. He traveled to Chenyang Fucheng and more than ten surrounding small towns and markets all year round.
He specializes in wholesaling goods to small traders. Since he delivers door-to-door goods, the prices are reasonable, so although traveling around is a bit harder, it's still manageable.
When Guan Qubing learned that Ming Zhiyuan was really going to the Holy Lady Mountain in Tianyang City (the capitals of the four empires were named after the country), he was shocked. He looked at Ming Zhiyuan up and down for a long time: "Young Master is from the Holy Lady Mountain.
disciple?"
Ming Zhiyuan smiled: "Brother Guan, do you think I am a disciple of Saint Lady Mountain? How can a disciple of Saint Lady Mountain still not find his master?"
Guan Qubing nodded: "Is the young master going to be a disciple or to visit a friend?"
"As a disciple, Saintess Mountain ranks among the top three mountains in Tianyuan Continent. They may not accept me."
Guan Qubing laughed and patted him on the shoulder: "Young Master Ming has an extraordinary talent. Don't be too humble. You will definitely be able to become a disciple of the Holy Lady Mountain. You will also become a high-quality alchemist in the future."
After entering Chenyang Fucheng, the enthusiastic Guan Qubing helped Ming Zhiyuan contact another convoy heading to Tianyang Capital, and personally put Ming Zhiyuan on the carriage. The two held hands and said goodbye.
The journey from Chenyang Mansion to Tianyang Capital was extremely smooth. Everyone traveling with him knew that he was going to Saint Maiden Mountain to become a disciple. Everyone in the convoy treated him with great respect.
The boss of the team even took good care of him all the way, making Ming Zhiyuan secretly aware of the influence of Saint Lady Mountain.
A person who just goes to be a disciple can be treated like this. If he is really a disciple of Saint Lady Mountain, then he wonders if he will be offered to heaven?
The manager of the motorcade was very enthusiastic. After arriving in the capital of Tianyang Kingdom, he specially ordered a car to take Ming Zhiyuan directly to the foot of Saint Lady Mountain before leaving.
Ming Zhiyuan stood at the foot of the Holy Maiden Mountain, looking at the majestic and continuous Holy Maiden Mountain, with a lot of emotions in his heart. He had traveled thousands of miles from Yuhuo Kingdom, how many hardships and obstacles had he experienced along the way?
Now that I am standing at the foot of the Holy Maiden Mountain, my eyes can't help but turn red.
This is a place that can give him hope for revenge.
He went up the mountain road and after walking for more than ten miles, he saw a huge mountain gate. There was a pavilion inside the mountain gate. Two men in white robes were sitting in the pavilion talking. When they saw Ming Zhiyuan approaching, they stopped talking.
One person stood up and said to Ming Zhiyuan: "Brother, why do you want to go to our Holy Lady Mountain?"
Ming Zhiyuan quickly raised his hands and saluted and said: "I come from the Yuhuo Kingdom. I was entrusted by the disciples of the great elder of Shengnu Mountain to deliver a letter to the great elder."
Upon hearing this, the man looked back, and the man who was still sitting quickly stood up and walked towards him, cupping his hands and saying, "I wonder if you have any credentials?"
Ming Zhiyuan hurriedly took out the letter written by Wenren Chuanxi from his arms and handed it over. The man took it with both hands, looked at the seal on the envelope, and handed it back to Ming Zhiyuan with both hands.
His voice became more respectful: "Brother, please travel thousands of miles to deliver the message. I will lead the way. Please come with me, brother."
Ming Zhiyuan was busy saying trouble, and the other man also saluted Ming Zhiyuan, walked back to the pavilion and sat down.
Ming Zhiyuan followed the man who led the way and walked up the mountain again.
After walking for seven or eight miles, the terrain gradually became less steep. Then I saw a small octagonal pavilion. A boy with a double bun was sitting in the pavilion, holding a book in his hand, shaking his head and mumbling.
From a distance, I saw a man coming with Ming Zhiyuan, throwing the book on the stone table, pretending to be stern, putting his hands on his hips, and shouted in a milky voice:
"Who are you? How can you be so bold and dare to break into my Saintess Mountain?"
The man leading the way hurriedly stepped forward, cupped his hands and said, "Senior Brother Qinghai, this brother is here to deliver a message for Senior Brother Chuanxi."
Ming Zhiyuan from behind couldn't help but feel a little funny when he saw the kid acting like an adult. He said calmly, "You kid, don't talk nonsense. I'm here to deliver a message."
"Send a letter? What letter? Who wrote it?"
Ming Zhiyuan saw that the boy was less than ten years old. He was fair and clean and very cute. At this moment, he put his hands on his hips and looked up at him with a menacing look. He looked even more endearing.
The boy saw the look on Ming Zhiyuan's face that was trying to laugh but was holding back, and he was a little annoyed: "Why didn't you say anything? Are you a liar? Did you deliberately say you were sending a letter so you could pry into the secrets of my alchemy in Saintess Mountain?"
When Ming Zhiyuan heard that this was actually a disciple of Saint Lady Mountain, he remembered that the man who was leading the way just called this child seemed to be senior brother?
He quickly waved his hand: "Don't talk nonsense. I am sending a message to my brother, Wenrenchuan, to his master, Elder Nan Chun."
The boy heard him say his name clearly, and the man leading the way also confirmed that he had seen the seal of the envelope, and it was indeed the seal of Senior Brother Wenren.
He asked Ming Zhiyuan to read the letter. After all, he was young and couldn't tell whether it was true or false, but it was hard to unjustly accuse him of being a gangster who peeked into secrets.
The boy touched his neck with one hand, and thoughts were racing in his mind, Senior Brother Wenren has returned with a letter? I have to report the letter first. If Senior Uncle Nan is happy, he will definitely give me a Sanfansanzhuan Pill. But he said in his mouth
:
"Give me the letter. If it's fake, I'll beat you to pieces."
When Ming Zhiyuan heard this, he was angry and funny. He took out the letter from his arms again, but refused to hand it to him. He only held it in his hand and showed him the envelope and seal written by Wenren Chuanxi.
When the boy saw that Ming Zhiyuan refused to give him the letter, he immediately put on a smile and said, "Oh my, big brother, where did you come from to deliver the letter to Senior Uncle Nan? Is Brother Wenren good? I've been waiting for a long time.
I can’t see him anymore, I miss him so much.”
After he finished speaking, he turned around and said to the man who was leading the way: "You should go on duty below. I will just lead this elder brother to find the great uncle."
The man hesitated for a moment, and the child immediately said unhappily: "We are almost at the official hall. If you are still worried, go as quickly as possible."
The man leading the way had no choice but to bow to Ming Zhiyuan and hand him over to the little boy to lead him up the mountain.
Ming Zhiyuan watched from the side and felt very strange. Why did the man leading the way listen to the child like this?
He secretly wondered, is this big kid talking so effectively? Tsk, tsk, tsk! He must be a direct disciple of the inner sect. He changed his mind so quickly at such a young age, and he turned out to be so smart. He didn't know if he was trained by some uncle who heard rumors about him.
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"Little brother, please take me to see your Uncle Nan. I promised Brother Wenren that I would personally deliver the letter to his master."
The little boy watched the man leading the way say goodbye and slowly walked down the mountain. His big black eyes rolled around and he tapped his head with the book in his hand:
"Uncle Nan is not so easy to meet. You have to go to the Main Affairs Hall to find the deacons to deliver the news to you. After the news reached Master Nan's Songlai Peak, Master Nan agreed to meet you, and then Songlai Peak was established.
My senior brother is here to pick you up to meet Senior Uncle Nan."
Ming Zhiyuan felt dizzy when he heard this: "Little brother, where is the Main Affairs Hall? How far is it? Take me there now."
"Of course I will take you there. Not only will I take you there, but I will also accompany you on a trip to Songlai Peak."
Ming Zhiyuan quickly thanked him. The child picked up the book on the table and stuffed it into his arms. He turned around and led the way with a bound.
He kept chattering all the way: "Don't call me little brother. I'm so old, how can I still be the little brother? I have a name, just call me Brother Qinghai."
"Brother Qinghai?"
"OK"
Ming Zhiyuan didn't know whether to laugh or cry. This big kid still calls himself a brother...
"Brother Qinghai, how old are you?"
Qinghai turned to look at Ming Zhiyuan and said mischievously: "What do you think?"
Ming Zhiyuan couldn't help but laugh and said: "I guess you are at least eight years old, right?"
When Qinghai heard what he said, he became unhappy and straightened his face: "Am I that naive? I am ten years old this year."
"Oh, it turns out that you are ten years old. You are really... not young, huh?"
Only then did Qinghai's face turn happy: "That's right, how old can I be? So you don't lose anything by calling me brother."
Ming Zhiyuan said with a smile on his face: "Yes, I should call you brother."
He then thought about it and thought that Wenren Chuanxi was also Qinghai's senior brother. If he could learn from Nan Chunyi, then it would be right to call this kid his brother.