While the roadside was being repaired, Liu Dazhuang and others quickly set up a simple stove and collected firewood to make a fire for cooking.
When planning a trip a few days ago, Yunjing asked Song Yan to prepare pots, pans, oil, salt, sauce, vinegar, vegetables, meat, rice and other items...
Yunjing doesn't want to really suffer when he goes out. There are two carriages anyway. If conditions permit, why not enjoy it a little?
Wouldn’t it be nice to eat hot and delicious food on the road?
He wasn't on a long trip, he was clearly out for an outing.
The cook was Song Yan, who was very good at cooking. Liu Dazhuang and others were responsible for helping, while Yunjing took his time and set up a table nearby that could be easily disassembled and assembled.
At this moment, Yunshan picked up a package from the carriage. Inside the package was the dry food prepared by Jiang Susu the day before. He also held a kettle made of bamboo tubes in his hand.
Holding the dry food and water bottle, Yunshan looked at the busy but Yunjing and others, then looked at the dry food in his hands, and then put it back into the carriage as if nothing had happened. There was delicious hot food, so he went to eat the dry food when his brain was broken...
"Xiao Xi, don't run around, be careful the bad guys will catch you and sell you", Jiang Susu frightened Yun Xi who was running around.
The little kid was so tough, and after walking such a long way, Yunxi became lively again after sleeping.
Hearing her mother's scare, she twisted her little body and said with a smile: "I'm not afraid. I have a brother. The bad guys sold me and my brother can find me. Last time Huahua disappeared, it was my brother who helped me find it. I'm so
Damn, brother will definitely be able to find me."
As she said that, she ran with her little butt raised to pick wild flowers.
Jiang Susu was speechless and had to go over and keep an eye on her to prevent her from running around.
The Huahua Yunxi was talking about was a robin that Yunjing went back to catch for her. She played to death in a short while, then threw it away and forgot about it. She cried to her brother and said that Huahua was gone and there was nothing she could do.
, Yunjing can only help her catch another one...
After assembling the table, Yunjing looked at Song Yan who was cooking, and thought to himself that chili pepper, pepper, cumin... these are not available, so much deliciousness is missing.
"I remember it was mentioned in a book that somewhere in the south, there is a special fruit, which is shaped like a beauty's finger. It is green and tender at first, and red when mature. It is poisonous. If eaten by mistake, the stomach will hurt like a knife... I don't know if it is a chili pepper.
If I have the opportunity to go to the south in the future, if that thing is really chili pepper, my barbecue, my hot pot... Well, it will be necessary to collect various condiments in the future..."
I can't think about it anymore, I'm drooling just thinking about the cloud scenery.
At this moment, the young knight coming from the direction of Qingxi Town was already more than a hundred meters away from Yunjing and the others, and he could see them after turning around a small hill.
The young knight on the other side of the hill suddenly shouted: "Get out of here, I see you!"
His voice made everyone here except Yun Jing stunned, and then Liu Dazhuang and others picked up the knives, thinking to themselves, this tone, don't think it's a bad guy coming, right?
After a while, the young knight came over on horseback and was about to pour a sip of wine into his mouth. When he saw Yunjing and the others, his expression froze slightly...
A bit embarrassing.
The other pedestrians who had followed Yun Jing and others were also scattered everywhere. At this time, an old man looked up at the young knight anxiously and said: "This hero, are you calling us? What are your orders?"
"Ah, it's okay. I just saw you guys. Well, that's it..." The young knight took a sip of wine as if nothing had happened to cover up his embarrassment, and then laughed.
The old man nodded and said: "That's it...",
As he spoke, the old man returned to the stone on the side of the road where he was sitting before and continued to nibble on the dry food. He thought to himself that since you had nothing to do and you were yelling about something, someone who didn't know better would have thought you were going to rob me. I was so frightened.
The young knight probably encountered such a situation too many times, so he quickly lost his embarrassment and coughed and asked: "I, Song Mingdao, learned from Burial Sword Mountain and practiced martial arts for decades. Now I have achieved success in the world and am now free to punish rape and eliminate evil."
, I heard that evil bandits often appear on this road, so I came here to take a look. I wonder if you have encountered any during your journey? If so, just tell me and I will eradicate these beasts."
Buried Sword Mountain?
After hearing what the man said, Yunjing recalled what he had seen and heard about this world in his mind. He had never heard of it at all, but from what the man said, it was hard to believe that Burial Sword Mountain was an extraordinary place?
But that's not right. If Burial Sword Mountain is really a great martial arts sect, this guy claims to have been practicing martial arts for decades, so why is he only in the mid-acquired level?
Could it be that it is hidden?
A passerby helped answer the question, shaking his head and saying, "Sir, our journey was safe and sound, and we didn't encounter the rumored path-cutting bully."
"Seriously?" Song Mingdao asked, seeming a little disappointed.
The man replied: "Master, we really haven't encountered this. Besides, we don't need to hide this kind of thing."
"Ah... that's alright, everyone, let's go. Say goodbye." Song Mingdao curled his lips, took a sip of wine, and rode off on his own.
After he left, the person who had previously replied muttered, "Who is this person?"
Yunjing almost laughed. Song Mingdao, who had not walked far, also heard it. A trace of embarrassment flashed across his face. He pretended not to hear and continued walking forward.
After getting far away from Yunjing and the others, Song Mingdao started his performance again, and when he met Lin, he yelled, "I see you..."
"Uncle Liu, have you heard of Sword Burial Mountain?" Yunjing asked Liu Dazhuang after Song Mingdao walked away.
Liu Dazhuang shook his head directly and said: "I haven't heard of it. It should be a Jianghu sect. I have been in Niujiao Town for almost several decades in my life. I have never been in contact with a place like this."
Okay, Yunjing is no longer confused. He can't understand why the disciples of Burial Sword Mountain who don't know where they are would come to this remote place. I guess these gangsters have nothing to do.
The meal was quickly prepared, Yunjing and the others ate and drank, washed up, and prepared to continue on their way.
On the other side, Song Mingdao came to the place where the gangsters had been eliminated by Yun Jing. He suddenly frowned and pulled the horse down. He looked around and smelled the smell of blood.
The next moment, he stood up, drew his sword and rushed into the forest on the roadside. Then he saw the gangsters with their heads missing.
Such a scene made him stunned on the spot, with a look of horror on his face.
"Dozens of gangsters, all with their heads missing, and their techniques were clean and neat. It seemed that these gangsters were all dead with just one sword blow. Judging from the slightly dazed expressions of these gangsters after they died, they probably didn't know how they died. This
Who did this master do it? What a sharp swordsmanship! Only an innate master can do it..."
As he murmured something, he suddenly thought of something, quickly left the woods, turned around on his horse, and galloped away in the direction of Yunjing and the others.
He also said that he had not met any gangsters. This was extremely cold. However, the gangsters had not been dead for a long time. The expert who got rid of the gangsters must be hidden among them. Those civilians did not seem to be lying. They must have been experts.
The gangsters were secretly solved...
Song Mingdao soon thought a lot. He wanted to visit and make friends with such an expert. He had two purposes. One was to admire the grace of such an expert. The other was that if he could get some pointers from the other person, he would benefit a lot.
ah.
Song Mingdao didn't think too much about the fact that the superiors didn't want to see him. As long as he was thick-skinned, worked hard to please, and kept a low profile, the superiors would dislike him, but if he didn't hit the smiling person, he wouldn't take action against himself.
Bar.
His unreliable master once taught him a wise saying, if you are thick-skinned, you will get enough, but if you are thin-skinned, you will not get enough...
Burial Sword Mountain was once very beautiful, but now it has long declined, otherwise the Song and Ming Dao would not be so distinctive.
The former Burial Sword Mountain, in the entire Dali Dynasty, was a holy place that swordsmen all over the world yearned for. The leader, with his cultivation in the Mythical Realm, led the Burial Sword Mountain to enjoy infinite scenery. Even the court had to give some face. The so-called Burial Sword, was
Countless swordsmen went there, saw the swordsmanship there, and were so ashamed that they buried themselves with their swords.
It is probably because the name of Burial Sword Mountain is not very auspicious. Hundreds of years ago, as the head of Burial Sword Mountain in the Mythical Realm passed away, this holy place that countless swordsmen yearned for gradually began to decline. Without the strong men in the Mythical Realm to suppress the four directions, Burial Sword Mountain was in decline.
Jianshan has become a fat spot in the eyes of countless people. The descendants of Burial Jianshan have worked hard to support it for hundreds of years. Now its reputation has long been gone. There are very few people in the world who remember this place.
Song Mingdao is now the only living disciple of the once famous Burial Sword Mountain. His master passed away after teaching him for a few years. His skills are incomplete and without a master to support him, Song Mingdao can only travel around the world and make his fortune.
His biggest dream in this life is to recreate the scenery of Sword Burial Mountain, so if there are experts, he will shamelessly move up, and if there are dates or not, he will poke a pole first.
For the sake of his dream, this is the reason why he tells almost everyone he meets that he is a disciple of the Burial Sword Mountain, and wherever there are bandits and bullies, he joins in, just to punish rapes and eradicate evil and gain fame. Well, he doesn't publicize it.
Who in the world still remembers Burial Sword Mountain?
Song Mingdao has always believed that as long as he works hard, he will definitely make the world remember the place Burial Sword Mountain again!
He has a thick skin and has visited countless Jianghu sects over the years. When people heard that he was from Burial Sword Mountain, he was unwilling to change sects. Although those Jianghu sects did not speak harshly to each other, they did not welcome them very much, so he did not learn anything.
What ability.
Hundreds of years have passed, and all the grievances and resentments that Burian Jianshan had in the world have disappeared. No one is embarrassing him. Song Mingdao actually tried to recreate the scenery of Burial Jianshan, and people were happy to watch his jokes.
Are you dreaming? Unless you become a strong person in the mythical realm, you will have a chance to recreate the scenery of Burial Sword Mountain. But there may not be one such existence in a hundred years. Just you? Your qualifications are average, but your skills are still incomplete.
,is it possible?
Song Mingdao, who was galloping on horseback, quickly returned to the place where Yunjing and others stayed. At this moment, Yunjing and others were preparing to set off.
When he came here, Song Mingdao, who was eager to see the master, turned over and dismounted. He did not mind the dirt on the ground, and knelt on the ground with a bang, saying loudly: "Junior, Song Mingdao, a junior disciple of Burial Sword Mountain, is dedicated to swordsmanship.
Xun Wumen, after seeing the swordsmanship of the seniors before him, he was astonished. He also asked the seniors to show up and give some pointers. The juniors are very grateful."
After saying that, he scanned the passersby on the roadside, paying attention to everyone's every move, hoping that the master in his mind would show up. Everyone he saw looked like a master, but no one looked like him.
In his eyes, a master is a master who is better than himself anyway and deserves to be worshiped. As long as he has the opportunity to get advice, he can increase his chances of restoring the scenery of Burial Sword Mountain. He has a dream and does not feel ashamed.
A gust of wind blew by, kicking up a cloud of dust, but no one answered.
He kowtows as soon as he comes. Who dares to accept it? They all huff and puff back, looking at him as if he is a fool...
This chapter has been completed!