May is the hottest time, and this area is dry and rainy. If you run horses on the ground for more than ten miles, your throat will be thirsty and bleeding. Wanzhuyun simply ordered that he would try to rush at night and sleep during the day.

Zhu Yanyin was not used to it at first, but later he adapted. It was indeed much cooler and more comfortable to walk at night. There was only one thing that was not good. You could not light a candle in the carriage. The light of the pearl was not bright enough and you could not read books. The road seemed boring and the person was also depressed.

The housekeeper who followed the team was named Zhu Zhang. He was meticulous and capable, and could handle all matters very steadily. He had taken care of Zhu Yanyin for more than ten years and knew his temper best. This time, he immediately guessed the reason why the second young master was listless. He thought it was not possible and had to think of a solution.

So I took action now.

...

The night in the northwest is extremely beautiful.

Zhu Yanyin got out of the carriage and sat next to Uncle Zhong. The wind blew his white clothes up, and the Milky Way ran across the distance, and the stars all over the sky were all in sight.

Uncle Zhong asked happily: "Why did the young master sigh suddenly?"

Zhu Yanyin pulled the reins of the horse and was depressed: "There is nothing to do."

Uncle Zhong looked at the side of the road: "A few days ago, I saw the young master running into Doctor Jiang's carriage. He seems to be idle now. Why don't I invite him over and talk to the young master?"

"Forget it." Zhu Yanyin leaned back and became more and more energetic.

He had always run to Jiang Shenglin's carriage before, trying to find some connection between himself and Jianghu from his mouth, but the miracle doctor was very nervous and refused to say anything.

Dialogue is often like this—

Zhu Yanyin: "But Lord Li talked about Qilitan in person at the martial arts conference, which obviously had a close relationship with me."

Jiang Shenglin actually wanted to find a reason to help Li Sui get over this matter, but he couldn't think of an excuse that was not so terrible, and he still had a conscience and didn't want to continue lying to deceive the patient with amnesia. In the end, he had to say firmly: "He is teasing you."

Zhu Yanyin didn't believe it: "Parent Li doesn't look like he likes to joke."

Or to put it more clearly, 80% of them can’t even laugh. Even if you go to a wedding banquet for relatives and friends, you will only say, “Get out quickly with my blessings”.

Jiang Shenglin: "Then I don't know. Maybe I have to ask Lord Li himself to know what the Qilitan was meant by that day."

Zhu Yanyin: "Yes."

Jiang Shenglin reminded: "But Lord Li has never liked people who talk too much and have many questions. You should not ask, so as not to cause trouble again."

"Will you kill me?"

"meeting!"

Zhu Yanyin: OK, I won’t go.

But if you don’t go back, your curiosity is getting stronger and stronger. In addition, you can’t read books at night, so you can’t think about it even more easily when you are free. Zhu Yanyin raised his head and counted the stars in the sky, bored and unhappy.

"Young Master." The housekeeper Zhu Zhang suddenly rode forward on a horse, and he was quite happy in his words.

Zhu Yanyin moved his gaze a little, and said in a silence: "What's the matter?"

Zhu Zhang asked: "Does the young master want to hear stories in the world?"

Zhu Yanyin sat upright: "What kind of story in the world?"

Another man rode his horse, about the age of thirties, with a red face, strong body, big knife on his waist, clasped his fists and said loudly: "Help Wu Dapeng in Xiayuyang to tell stories for Mr. Zhu."

Zhu Yanyin really liked his heroic spirit and immediately became energetic.

Wu Daxia's tone is sonorous, his pronunciation is clear, and his words are ups and downs. He is indeed a good material for talking and learning to sing.

He sat next to the coachman and told Zhu Yanyin in the carriage that the wonderful things in the world for two hours, and especially took care of the acceptance of the noble princes in Jiangnan. He used the bloody murder case and described the humorous and interesting things in detail. He danced and danced when he was rising. Not to mention Zhu Yanyin, even the uncle Zhong who was traveling around the country was amused.

So the next day, the entire Wulin League team knew about it. Yuyang helped Wu Dapeng tell Mr. Zhu all night and received a very generous reward.

Li Sui asked: "What happened after that?"

"The Lord of the Palace is the housekeeper of Zhu's house who is choosing a storyteller." Ying Wei said, "It is said to be to relieve Mr. Zhu."

Due to the generous rewards, the people who signed up were extremely enthusiastic. Zhu Zhang almost lined up behind the carriage, and the servants also had to come out to maintain order.

Li Sui frowned: "Absurd!"

Jiang Shenglin also felt that Chi Tian was full of tricks and that this group of people in the martial arts world were too lax, but it was still a thousand miles away from the Northeast. If you want everyone to be a hundred times more vigilant from now on, it seems not realistic. Let's take one step at a time.

The closer we head north, the closer we fall, the weather gradually cools.

After careful calculation, it has been more than a month since the day of departure from Jincheng.

Zhu Xiaosui said: "Far further forward is Baitou City."

Baitou City is surrounded by mountains and rivers, with river and land transportation both developed. It is considered a major town in Dayu. Zhufu also has a money house branch in the city, which is quite large.

Zhu Yanyin stood by the roadside and moved his muscles hard: "Where is Uncle Zhong?"

"Feed the horses behind you." Zhu Xiaosui said, "It's cool now, so why not walk around with the young master."

As soon as he left, he walked into the horse's group. Uncle Zhong was an old coachman. Not only did he know the horse's habits, but he even made the feed carefully. The fragrant bean cake was mixed with pomace, corn, and bran. He was pressed with a printed mold with the word "fat". When it was dark, people believed it was a snack that people had eaten.

Zhu Yanyin took a piece of bean cake and learned to feed the horses. The people in Zhu's house were particular, and the horses were also particular. They did not compete for it or snatch it, and they chewed it slowly. At a glance, they knew that it was from a wealthy family.

Zhu Yanyin thought it was quite fun, so he patted the residue on his hand and wanted to get another pie, but suddenly he touched a furry head.

"Ah!" He was startled.

Kiss Xuewu was looking at him with a pair of wet eyes.

The horse's body is pitch black, its four hooves are like snow, its spine is shiny, its mane is hard and curly, and its face is much more fierce than that of the Zhaoye Yu Lion.

But it was this fierce horse, but it was gentle at this moment, rubbing its palm gently on Zhu Yanyin's palm, and its eyes floated into the cloth bag from time to time.

Lord Li was extremely cruel and never drank plum soup.

But Lord Li's horse obviously didn't realize enough. He smelled the smell of bean cake and grinned.

He mingled in other people's snow-white and gentle horses, wild and fierce, and he could eat half his pocket.

Uncle Zhong: “…”

Zhaoye Yu Lion: "..."

A full moon hung in the sky, silvery white, faintly revealing traces of red.

There is a deep pool in the mountains, and the water is biting cold and cool.

Li Sui Chi|subtle upper body was soaked in it, her eyes were closed, her face was bloodless, and her black hair was soaked in water was messy and stuck to her chest, making her look pale and weird.

After a long time, he opened his eyes and looked at Jiang Shenglin on the shore: "How long will it take?"

"One hour." There was another cup of tea more than the last poisonous hair.

Li Sui flew out of the cold pond, pulled the black robe on the treetops to cover his body, and stepped on the dead branches barefoot: "It's okay."

Jiang Shenglin cursed in his heart, "Who is the doctor, you and me, is it okay?"

Li Sui said again: "At least Chi Tian will die earlier than me."

Jiang Shenglin had no choice but to say: "Apart from Chi Tian, ​​you can't compete with others for longevity? For example, the three elders of Qingxu Temple." The snow-white beards were dragged to their chests, and it felt like they had lived for two hundred years, and they were very lucky.

"They have no grudges and no grudges with me."

"Why would I ask Qingxuguan to offend you as much as possible to see if it can inspire fighting spirit?"

Li Sui put on his clothes: "It's not funny."

Jiang Shenglin answered, it would be right if it wasn't funny. If I could tell a funny story and still talk about what you did, it would be better to go to the Huanghuali carriage to tell stories to Mr. Zhu. I believe that I have saved enough money to buy a house and land in Jiangnan, become a wealthy landlord, and marry eight wives.

Li Sui was upset by his quarrel: "Another word, I will throw you into the cold pond."

Jiang Shenglin: "..." Forget it, if I get angry, who will be happy, and it will be hurt and laborious.

A bonfire was lit halfway up the mountain, and piles were connected together, like a red jumping dragon.

When Li Sui returned to the mountain road, Kixue Wuqi was leaning against the tree and pacing back and forth, shaking his tail and sniffing.

Although it is a bit weird to describe a dark horse as "a happy face", Palace Master Li thinks that his horse does look in a good mood.

...

Everyone arrived at Baitou City three days later.

The shopkeeper of Zhufu Money House had been guarding the city gate for a long time. When he saw his own convoy, he quickly walked forward and said, "Second Young Master, Manager Zhang, I have worked hard all the way."

"It's not hard, I just sit sore all over." Zhu Yanyin looked at the vast purple-clad men behind him, "Are these guys from the money house?"

The bank manager quickly explained: "Our people are all in the city. Those people are disciples of Tianzhu Hall. I heard that they are here to welcome Lord Li."

Zhu Yanyin was even more surprised because according to his observations along the way, most sects in the martial arts world avoided Li Sui when they saw Li Sui, and were basically in a state of "although they wanted to cling to each other but didn't want to die immediately, so they were still far away." They took the initiative to run into each other head-on, and Tianzhutang was the first one.

When the bank manager saw that his son seemed to be interested in this matter, he continued: "The master of Tianzhu Hall is named Pan Shihou. He is 48 years old this year. He is not bad. He always brags. He loves to brag about his close relationship with the Lord Li of Wanren Palace. He also said that the two are mostly called uncles and nephews."

Zhu Yanyin asked: "Do you have many disciples in Tianzhu Hall? Why didn't they attend the martial arts conference?"

"It's considered a big sect in the northwest area, and Pan Shihou's status in the world is not low." The shopkeeper of the bank bank said, "This time I was in poor health and had been sick for three or five months, so I didn't go to Jincheng."

Pan Shihou was being held by his servants at this time, with a thin layer of sweat on his forehead, and he couldn't stand steadily, and he looked weak.

If you are so weak, you have to come to the city gate to wait, which shows how much attention you attaches to Li Sui.

But it was obvious that Li Sui didn't pay much attention to him.

The elder of the Beggars' Sect had a good time and came over to remind him quietly: "The people from Wanren Palace chose the mountain road on the west side this morning. I am afraid they would go directly to Cuihe and would not enter the city."
Chapter completed!