Riding a horse was a little novel at the beginning, and it was a little uncomfortable after a long time, not to mention Wu Xing, who was riding a horse for the first time, she felt that her whole body was about to fall apart halfway, and her buttocks and thighs were soft and stinging, she estimated that it might be a broken skin, but fortunately she had good endurance, and she had no sound in the pain, because she knew that Mr. had something to do, and it was just a matter of taking her by the way, or not too troublesome Mr., she intuitively felt that if she said she wanted to rest, Mr. would probably agree.

The breeze is warm, the bright sun is shrouded overhead, it is a sunny day, a good day for travel, because the official road is walked, the road is flat, the itinerary is extremely fast, it has been out of Qutang Town for dozens of miles in the morning, passing through several towns and villages did not stop, all the way to Shiliang Town, Cheng Yanqiu ordered to stay and rest, but did not enter the city, only in the teahouse next to the official road, drink a cup of hot tea to rest, so that the tired horses also replenish the forage.

The teahouse on the official road ushered in the delivery all day long, and the knowledgeable Jianghu chivalrous officials and nobles did not know how many, and the guys in the store skillfully whistled and led dozens of horses to the stables where they were fed and drunk in the backyard, Wu Xing followed Mr. and walked slowly, only to feel that a pair of legs were not his own, and finally his feet were on the ground, and he couldn't control his strength, one foot was light and one foot was heavy.

Seeing this, the gentleman picked her up, walked to an empty table with long legs, and put her on a wooden stool, "Bear with me, the evening will be able to give you a good rest." ”

"I'm fine, sir. Wu Xing shook her head, sensibly said, she is not afraid of pain, but she is a little tired, but with her husband, the side is nothing.

The rest of the people also sat down at a few tables nearby, and the young man in the flame-patterned black cloak stepped forward to ask the teahouse owner for a few pots of tea, picked up some food that was full and not troublesome, and came back to sit at the same table with Wu Xing.

Wu Xing glanced at him, and the young man smiled at her, with a hint of concern in his clear eyes, and said, "But you're hungry?" ”

On the rough and simple food plate on the table, there are a few steamed buns and some dried cured meat, all of which are eaten to support their stomachs, and they are convenient and do not delay things, unlike the need to go to the toilet often like drinking porridge and eating vegetables.

Wu Xing has never eaten this kind of food, took a bite of the cured meat, and the hard Bangbang had some teeth, and it took a lot of effort to bite it off, chewing hard, Wu Xingxiao's brows furrowed, tsk, a little salty, and picked up the steamed bun and took a bite to prepare to reconcile the taste, but I didn't expect the steamed bun to be no better, the same hard Bangbang.

She peeked at her husband, but saw that his face was as usual, and he was eating with relish, as if he was not in front of him a simple steamed bun and cured meat, but a full banquet of the Manchurian and Han people, and she stared at the steamed bun in her hand suspiciously.

But she didn't dare to say anything if it was good or not, it was really too many good days to forget the life of not being able to eat before, even the meat began to dislike, she reluctantly ate a bun, drank a cup of tea and stopped eating, it may be the wind cold just plus the sequelae of drunkenness, or it may be because of her dizziness and leg pain while riding a horse, she feels that if she forces herself to eat again, I am afraid that she will vomit.

In order to divert her attention, she began to observe the other people in the store, and the man in his twenties at the counter was lazily leaning on the counter, holding a slender black pen in his hand and writing and drawing on the paper.

There were not many customers in the shop, except for the tables where the black cloaks were sitting, only the table by the door sat a few young men, all with swords, chatting about something.

"This Shura fan is also too annoying, sticky and slippery, every time I just want to give up and go back to the sect, there will be a little news, and when we arrive with all our hard work, he will disappear again. ”

"That's it, it's completely hanging us to play, senior brother, let's just not look for it, let's go back, how can we catch him, maybe people are watching us in the dark now, and secretly laughing at us!"

The young man with an angry face said, which attracted Wu Xing's attention, she pricked up her ears and listened carefully, those people also seemed to be completely defenseless against others, and the tone of their voices was like ordinary people arguing.

"That's not good, we've been out and traveled for so long, and we haven't made a show, how can we be embarrassed to go back? It just so happened that this Shura fan hit us in the face, and we couldn't stand it after chasing it for a few days, how can we become a world-famous hero in the future?" said the one of the four teenagers who looked quite stable and looked like a senior brother, " This time it's just a Shura fan, he just likes to force others to compete, and if he loses, he will cut off people's hands, and it doesn't hurt people's lives, let's arrest him, it can be regarded as accumulating some experience, otherwise we will meet some murderous and vicious people in the future, and you are not scared to pee your pants!"

The young man who spoke before suddenly blushed and retorted, "Hey, don't underestimate people, I won't!"

The other teenager made a strange expression and said, "Oh, senior brother, help me quickly see if my sword has been broken by someone, why can't I take it out!"

Suddenly, several people laughed, and the laughing teenager raised his fist to make a gesture of wanting to fight, and the strange-looking teenager begged for mercy again and again, leaned back and wanted to dodge, but fell off the stool and sat on the ground.

The young man with his fist raised smiled and said, "You still say me, you are not intimidated by my punch!" He stood up to help the young man, but he didn't expect that he would also fall down as soon as he got up, he said blankly, "What's the matter?"

The young man's face changed and he said anxiously, "It's not good, we're on the road!

Hearing this, Wu Xing immediately looked at Mr., who poured a cup of tea and pushed it in front of Wu Xing, poured another cup for himself, touched her head, and smiled gently, "Don't be afraid, it's okay." ”

Wu Xing put his mind at ease and continued to watch the good show in front of him.

The guy in the store has long disappeared, the lazy shopkeeper walked out from behind the counter, snapped his fingers, and the slender black pen in his hand slid away with a bang, turning into a folding fan in front of him and shaking proudly, Wu Xing saw his face hidden in the shadows, his face was like a silver plate, his eyes were like peach blossoms, his lips were like Danzhu, and the evil smile on his face at this moment was like a child who had succeeded in mischief, not disgusting at all, but a lively and innocent sunshine.

The folding fan in the hand is different from the ordinary fan, the black fan bone, a large piece of gorgeous peach blossoms on the fan surface, and there is no superfluous scenery decoration, the pink and white peach blossoms reflect the streamer staggered, it looks extremely enchanting, but the fan pendant below is a pinch of white and gray wolf hair under the hollow iron beads, the fan bone is extremely fine, and it is inconspicuous when it is not unfolded, no wonder Wu Xing will mistake it for a pen.

The hand holding the folding fan shook and shook at will, quite a hanging.

The young man who fell to the ground saw this man come out and exclaimed, "Shura fan!"