Chapter Thirty-Eight: Sleepless in the Dead of Night

Soon the inside and outside of the inn was deserted, although it was the most crowded day in many years, but the shopkeeper thought it was the most unlucky day since it opened.

Finally sent away these plague gods, the shopkeeper breathed a sigh of relief, and ordered to clean up, tidy up the storefront, and open as usual. Although he lost a little, Wang Chen still had more than enough silver. What's more, the officers and soldiers also gave so much firewood for nothing, and they were happy when they thought of these shopkeepers.

But not long after being happy, the officers and soldiers who chased for a long time and did not catch up with anyone, returned to the inn under the leadership of General Zhu, and couldn't help but say that the ping-pong was smashed for a while, and the shopkeeper and several men were locked up on the charge of fornication and collusion, and they were taken to the camp to be tortured.

Relatives and friends worked up and down, sold their property, and after a long time, finally rescued a few people, but all the property was sold, and all of them went into the pockets of officials, and since then they have been destitute and begging along the streets.

After Wang Chen went to the room, he performed the 'Land Flying Technique' and galloped all the way, Yao Yizhen turned into a gust of wind and followed, and soon reached the city wall. The defenders on the city wall only felt a flower in front of them, a shadow flashed, and before they could react, then a gust of wind staggered, almost fell, and after standing firm, they cursed loudly, and 10,000 grass and mud horses galloped past.

After the two of them left the city, they sped all the way to the southwest. Wang Chen has also practiced the 'Land Flying Technique' many times during this time, and has already mastered the essentials of this technique, jumping over the ridge, climbing mountains and wading in the water, as if walking on the ground!

This technique is the basic technique for practicing the art of soaring. What's even better is that it can rush to the road, and it can be used to show it, which is better than the fastest horse, and it is really chasing the wind and electricity for a thousand miles!

The speed of the two was very fast, and by the evening, they had escaped for about two or three hundred miles, before they slowed down and came to a town. Wang Chen found the inn, chartered a few upper rooms, and released everyone from his pockets to settle down, it was dinner time.

When Fu Bo came out, he knew that he had escaped from danger, as if he was in a different world, and at this time he had already thrown himself to Wang Chen's five bodies, what kind of person was this? It was simply a fairy! Only the golden eagle couldn't help complaining angrily, saying that he had the best strength, and he was really aggrieved to hide in that thing.

Cui Tingting still fell asleep and did not wake up, and the rest of the people had dinner, settled the sleeping Yun'er mother and son together, and gathered in Wang Chen's room to discuss countermeasures.

Wang Chen had already inquired about the path of Qingcheng Mountain, where the Shenxiao Sect was located, and it was still hundreds of miles away. Although the mountains and rivers are far away and the road is dangerous, if Wang Chen uses a small bag to fit Cui Tingting and the others, he can arrive in a few days.

Yao Yizhen didn't approve of this method, and he had to do it as a last resort to rush like this before. Practitioners should not use magic methods casually to alarm ordinary people, but should act calmly and unhurriedly, and cultivate their vitality along the way. It is best to travel all the way to the mountains and rivers, believe in the reins, and be at ease.

Wang Chen smiled bitterly and said: "Eldest sister, I'm afraid that the documents wanted by the government to arrest criminals will be posted all over the streets and alleys tomorrow, and we are walking leisurely, are we afraid that the officers and soldiers will not be able to catch up, or are we worried that others will not recognize us in the pictures drawn by the government?"

Yao Yizhen said: "This is easy, can't everyone just disguise themselves?"

"Okay, okay, sister dress me up first!" Wang Shiqi was very excited when she heard it, and she was the first to agree.

Wang Chen's face collapsed, "Okay! I'll dress you up first, your eyes are so big, just dress up as an owl, pinch your little mouth, bend it down, and you will be the most trouble-free!"

Wang Shiqi rewarded him angrily!

Yao Yizhen smiled: "Other people are easy to say, only you stinky boy is difficult to dress up." ”

Wang Chenqi said: "How can there be such a saying, is it that no disguise can cover up my Yushu's graceful and suave demeanor?"

Wang Shiqi said angrily: "Sister, why don't you blush when you see him say this?"

Yao Yizhen said with a smile: "Sister, you don't understand this, this kid's face has long been red, but he has to wait for a month to see it, this is his unique ability, others can't learn it." ”

Wang Shiqi looked surprised, looked at Wang Chen, and said admiringly: "Brother Wang Chen, can you teach me this skill?" Wang Chen scratched his head and said: "Can't you hear her scolding me for being thick-skinned?"

Fu Bo looked at this and that, was he discussing the countermeasures for escaping? Wasn't this watching the three of them flirt and scold? Here he almost put a wooden sign in front of him, and wrote two more words on it, 'redundant'! Hurriedly stood up and saluted: "Wang Gongzi, a few of you will discuss first, if there is any decision, my master and servant will be arranged, the time is not early, I will go down first." After saying that, he gave up.

Yao Yizhen watched him close the door and go out, and said softly: "He is worthy of being a slave of a famous family, and even this sensible appearance is not something that ordinary slaves can do." ”

Wang Chen said unhappily: "Eldest sister, it's so old, can you accumulate some virtues? When we get along with people, it is best to take the distinction between high and low lightly, and if you are an elder, you have to respect others, or you should not ask him to discuss. ”

Yao Yizhen said disdainfully: "Can he be older than me? My mother is almost a thousand years old since she was born! You kid should respect me, but I don't see how you respect me?"

From now on, you are my grandmother, what do you have to tell the old man?" made Wang Shiqi giggle on the side.

Yao Yizhen smiled and said: "Good grandson, grandma is a little tired, go get some hot water to serve grandma to wash her feet!"

Wang Chen looked surprised, "Really, Lao Tzu has been looking forward to this day for a long time!" He turned to Wang Shiqi and said, "Qiqi, brother wants to wash the feet of the real sister, this is an inappropriate scene for children, do you want to avoid it?"

Wang Shiqi said: "Just wash your feet, see what's wrong, what is not suitable for children?"

Wang Chen looked at her delicate appearance with her eyes wide open, and couldn't help but say: "If you don't have to see your father to decide, I'll wash your feet tonight, and you'll understand." ”

Yao Yizhen couldn't help but blush, and said angrily: "This kid is full of bad thoughts, let's ignore him, sister! Let's rest, let him wash and sleep by himself!" After speaking, he pulled Wang Shiqi out.

Wang Chen watched the two beauties leave in a hurry, and said angrily: "What's the point of me washing my own feet?" got up and got on bed and lay down in clothes, and after a while, he slowly fell asleep.

In the next room, a middle-aged man dressed as a scribe sat cross-legged on the bed, slowly opening his eyes, his brows slightly furrowed, pondering for a moment, and then closing his eyes again.

Suddenly, a figure flashed on the bed, and a man who looked exactly like the scribe appeared in the room, stood on the edge of the bed, looked at the body sitting cross-legged on the bed, and then stepped towards the wall!

In Wang Chen's room, the middle-aged scribe suddenly appeared on the wall, walked into the room in one step, looked at Wang Chen who was asleep on the bed, breathing slowly and long, his handsome face was quiet and peaceful, and he slept very comfortably.

The scribe stood motionless in the middle of the room, and it was very strange.

After most of the hour, the scribe, who seemed to be thinking about something, suddenly moved, his eyes burst into light, and he looked out of the room! Then a streamer flashed out of the room! The figure that had been standing in the same place slowly dissipated.

Wang Chen on the bed suddenly felt startled, woke up, sat up and looked around and didn't find anything unusual, only then did he lie down and close his eyes to breathe, and meet Zhou Gong again.

The streamer flashed out of the house, and in the blink of an eye it was out of town, chasing a black mist in front of it, and hurried away to the southeast.

The black fog in front of him was rolling, and there was a figure inside, and he was very fat. The black fog traveled all the way, and there was no one following him.

After walking for half an hour, there is a mountain in front, not very high, a black and oppressive forest at the foot of the mountain, among the woods, under the moonlight, the eaves of the dougong looming, I don't know whether it is a temple or a Taoist temple.

The black mist swept into the woods and disappeared in an instant. After a while, a streamer swept to the edge of the woods, and the figure of the scribe appeared, looked around for a moment, and swept into the forest.

There is a winding path between the trees, overgrown with weeds, and it is obviously inaccessible to pedestrians, and the temple incense inside must not be very prosperous. In the winter, when the night was very cold, the scribe was thinly clothed, and did not show any fear of the cold, and slowly went down the road into the woods.

The scribe moved silently, seemingly slowly, but moving extremely quickly. Less than half a tearoom, a mountain gate appeared in front of him.

The mountain gate is dilapidated, and weeds grow among the broken tiles on the top, swaying in the night wind. The gate is closed and neat, the plaque on it is crooked, and the mottled three golden characters 'Jade Zhenguan' are faintly seen under the moonlight.

The scribe did not stop at all, but stepped up the stone steps, and when he reached the door, he stepped in, and his body penetrated through the door, and appeared inside. This temple is built at the foot of the mountain, in front of which is a forest, which is very quiet, and is very suitable for practitioners to live in seclusion after leaving the world.

There is a large empty courtyard in the mountain gate, a huge stone incense burner in the middle, a few pine trees scattered in the courtyard, behind the incense burner are dozens of steps, and then up, a large hall is like a behemoth lying there in the dark night.

It was pitch black above the doors and windows of the main hall, and it was obvious that there was no one inside. The scribe walked up the stairs, the closed portal as if it were nothing, and his body passed through to the back.

The back courtyard is surrounded by houses on three sides, and there are about dozens of them. In the row of houses to the east, there was a room with a light shining inside, and the figures inside flickered, apparently not resting in the middle of the night. In the dead of night, the sound of people inside talking was faintly heard.

"Heizi, you have made a lot of credit this time, not only did you find out the whereabouts of the young master, but also sent a message in time, if Elder Mo knew about it, he would definitely reward you. His voice was excited.

Another person responded: "Mr. He, this is what subordinates should do." If we find the young master, gather the elders and other subordinates, and revive the sect, our ghost days that will not see the light of day will come to an end!"

"Yes, it's been more than ten years, sixteen years, right? The young master is pitiful, he was in the rivers and lakes before he was a year old, and I don't know how Qu Cheng has spent all these years with him, Qu Cheng is not easy!" Mr. He sighed very emotionally.

The sunspot said: "I finally got out, I just hope that the young master is also the same as the old man of the sect, he has amazing talents, and carries forward the unique learning of the sect, so that the group of self-proclaimed famous and decent dogs and cubs bow down to the ministers, that is a very happy thing!"

When the scribes in the courtyard heard this, they couldn't help but 'hum!'!

The lights in the room dimmed, and then Mr. He shouted: "What person!" As soon as the door opened, a black shadow swished straight towards the scribe! At the same time, the window opened, and two black shadows rushed into the courtyard from the inside, one after the other!

The sleeves of the scribe's robe flicked, and the flying black shadow suddenly scattered in all directions with a 'bang!', and it turned out to be a chair! Presumably the people in the room threw it out to divert the enemy's attention, and then came out of the window unexpectedly.

Two black shadows, one fat and one thin. Under the moonlight, the fat man couldn't see his eyebrows clearly, only a little whites of his eyes, presumably his face was extremely black, this person must be the one called the sunspot, and he really lived up to his name. The thin man was of medium stature, with a long beard flowing on his chest, dressed in a long gown, and was about forty or fifty years old.

The thin man held a steel knife in his hand, pointed at the scribe and said, "Who are you?

The scribe sneered: "He Kejiu, you have been hiding so tightly all these years? I thought you were dead! Fortunately, I finally found you! The revenge of the ancestor must be avenged by your Demon Sword Gate, come and receive your death!"

The thin man named He Kejiu exclaimed: "You are Chong Hezi Wang Wenqing!"