Approaching dawn, the two finally walked out of the range of Yufeng Mountain. According to Chu Ye's planned travel route, their first stop was Amaterasu, which was close to Qifeng Kingdom, and it only took more than a month to reach it on foot.

Yunfeng put the Zixiao Fire Thunder Sword into the dantian and refined it, transforming the patriarch's green shirt into ordinary clothes. He held a folding fan in his hand, a bamboo shaw on his back, and was dressed in a simple green robe, like a scholar in the mundane world.

He used the Transfiguration Technique to slightly change his appearance to look more ordinary. At the same time, he used the breath of qi to hide all his spiritual power. In this way, neither monks nor ordinary people pay much attention to him.

Li Shufeng is a little older and is not suitable for the status of a scholar. He dressed himself as the son of a wealthy family, with a tall and thin appearance, quite a kind of gentleman's atmosphere. He consumed the elixir of the spirit and also collected his spiritual power in his body.

The two walked along the wide bluestone pavement, and there was an endless stream of pedestrians walking in a hurry. The green grass and flowers on the roadside are stained with the morning dew, and the towering green hills are shrouded in mist.

In the distance, at the end of a winding path, there are dozens of houses of blue bricks and gray tiles, arranged in a staggered manner.

In the fields surrounding the village, green rice seedlings sway, and small streams gurgling. The busy farmers are working contentedly and contentedly.

Look at a few wisps of cooking smoke, smell a few birds and frogs, smell a few traces of fragrant grass fresh, "the spring grass is born to gallop to the garden, the autumn wind wants to move the long poplar", the cloud wind has a sense of relaxation and joy, and the pearls are beautiful. He gradually indulged in this mortal world, the fireworks of the world.

It wasn't until the sound of horses' hooves sounded that Yun Feng's thoughts were pulled back to reality. Behind them, a large convoy of horses was coming, billowing smoke and dust along the way.

The first person hung a long knife around his waist, and a strong horse with a green mane in his crotch. He was burly and armoured, and he was dressed as a dart head in the mundane world. Behind the man were more than a dozen sturdy men on horseback, all with their backs and bears, and their eyebrows were crossed. At first glance, he is ruthless and has been killed for a long time.

In the middle of the convoy were three lavishly decorated carriages inlaid with gold and treasures. For the first carved eaves and painted walls, Ma Jun is fat, and the people in the car must be either rich or expensive.

The carriage in the middle was wrapped in expensive and exquisite silk on all sides, and the windows were covered with pale blue crepe, and a faint fragrance came from the car, which should be the family and their dependents.

The last carriage was windowless and roofless, tightly sealed. There were occasional slight fluctuations in spiritual power in the carriage, and it must have been a cultivator.

Behind the carriage were two rows of foot soldiers dressed as housekeepers. They are pushing grain, grass and materials, daily sundries, and should be logistics handymen.

Seeing the convoy walking in, pedestrians rushed to the side of the road, Li Shufeng whispered: "According to the common rules, the first person in the car is the boss of the patron, this person can not only hire a high-class dart board as a guard, but even let the monks work for him, it should be a prince and nobleman or a wealthy businessman." ”

Yun Feng nodded thoughtfully, and did not continue until the convoy was far away. At ten o'clock in the afternoon, the two of them were a little thirsty, so they thought of finding a teahouse to rest for a while.

Li Shufeng had already kept the route along the way in mind, and said: "Five miles ahead, there is the only post station within a radius of 100 miles. After that, you have to wait until late afternoon to reach the town. ”

The two of them walked for another quarter of an hour or so, and saw in the distance several old thatched huts in front of them, with a tall flagpole diagonally planted in front of the door. The dark red flag cloth at the top has already looked a little white after a long time of wind and rain. In the center of the flag is written "Listen to the Wind Station" four mottled characters.

Outside the post station, there were several carriages and a dozen blue-maned horses on a leash. The two walked into the inn, and there was a lot of space inside, and it was not all full. Near the door, there sat dozens of sturdy men who served the uniform, and they were the same convoy handymen I had seen before.

Closer inside, there were more than a dozen guards of the dart masters. They are different from the people of the North and South Dart Bureau, and the overall discipline is stricter. A group of people drank tea and ate with barely any sound.

Further down sat a group of maids, who took turns taking care of the people at the main table while eating.

There were five people sitting at the main table, and sitting in the center was a middle-aged man with a red face and a rich body. He was dressed in fine silk and satin, and each finger had a jade wrench of different colors. The belt in the waist is inlaid with a night pearl the size of a baby's fist, and a string of nanmu prayer beads is worn around the neck, which seems to be used to ward off evil spirits.

On top of it is a young man wearing a hood that hides his appearance. He was silent and silent, and seemed to dislike the communication of the mortal, who was supposed to be a monk in the third carriage.

Under it, sat a graceful figure with a silk scarf covering her face. She was dressed in a pale pink gown, with a bow wrapped around a multicolored ribbon around her waist.

Under it, there sat a woman dressed as a maid, with thin lips and narrow eyebrows, and by looking at her appearance, she knew that she was a person with sharp teeth, and the relationship between the master and servant was very close to the behavior of the two.

Sitting next to the maid was an older man. This person has clear ears and eyes, and his eyes are shining, and he looks like a housekeeper.

Li Shufeng ignored them, and directly greeted the shopkeeper and said, "Little Er, come to a pot of tea, plus four special side dishes." Xiao Er hurriedly ran over when he heard the sound, and said: "The guest officer forgives the sin, the store has been chartered by a master, and it is impossible to receive others, so the two of you should go to the next station." ”

Li Shufeng said dissatisfiedly: "Don't bully the outsiders who don't know the way, this is at least a hundred miles away from the next town." When you open a store, you have to entertain customers, so I'm afraid that I won't be able to afford the money. With that, he took out a piece of silver from his waist and placed it heavily on the guest table.

Xiao Er looked back at the white-haired old man on the counter with some embarrassment, and the old man hurriedly put down the abacus in his hand, as if he wanted to come to persuade him.

Seeing this, Yun Feng's heart softened, and he said to Li Shufeng: "Senior Brother Li, don't embarrass them, let's hurry to the next town." ”

Li Shufeng is not a good person, not to mention that the two of them are monks, even if they don't get a drop of water for a few days, it won't have a big impact. He picked up the silver and was about to leave with Yunfeng.

"Two and slow. A deep middle-aged man's voice came, and Yun Feng followed the voice, and it was the person at the main table who spoke. Seeing Yun Feng looking at him suspiciously, this person said with a smile: "In Xia Qianze Mo Commercial Bank, meeting is fate, can the two of you enjoy your face and have a few drinks with Qianmou?"

The old man who looked like a butler hurriedly whispered, "Shopkeeper, I'm afraid this is inappropriate." The middle-aged man waved his hand and said, "It's okay, with the master here, it will be foolproof." ”

Yun Feng had the heart to refuse, but he heard Li Shufeng say: "Thanks to the love of the shopkeeper, my junior brother and I will be disrespectful." Then he transmitted Yun Feng and said: "We monks are walking in the mortal world, it is better to have a proper identity, and this Qianmo firm is a good choice." With that, the two of them walked up to the main table and sat down beside the butler.

The monk looked at Yun Feng and the others, carefully perceived them, and after confirming that there were no spiritual power fluctuations on the two of them, he didn't care.