After eating and drinking, we went downstairs to pay and leave.
After getting on the carriage, Lihua was still talking about what happened just now, "Aling, I said you must have seen it wrong. He is an unknown uncle. It's really that old Taoist priest. How can he not react at all?"
"Wearing such a thick skin, we can't see any reaction." Aling flicked his whip and drove the horse forward.
Song Qiu leaned against the car wall and asked her with a smile, "You can recognize him at a glance even if he changes his mask. With such powerful eyes, can you tell he is a young man?"
Ah Ling thought about it carefully, "He must be young. When we first met him in Yunshan County, I saw his wrist that was accidentally exposed. The skin on that wrist was very tender, and he didn't look like he was old.
"
Shouldn't he be old?
Song Qiu blinked, lifted the curtains and looked back, just in time to see the two people walking out of the restaurant, getting into the carriage led by the waiter, and driving in the same direction.
It seems that we are also going to Jianping County.
Fate, fate.
Fate is sometimes so wonderful.
After leaving the town and continuing forward, about 40 miles further, you will reach Jianping County.
This distance is quite far, but there may be villages along the official road, so they are not far away.
A position like this is currently not Song Qiu's choice.
In the future, more and more places will open, and suitable locations will be found among such places to open.
Therefore, it is easy to do some research in advance and mark the positions that you think are suitable.
After walking for about ten miles, we turned around a mountain bend. There was no village in front of us, but a barren grassy slope, and a dense forest on the other side.
They were stopping here to rest for a while. Song Qiu had seen this area and thought it was not bad, so he took out his notebook and marked it on the small map of Lizhou Prefecture that he had drawn.
Just after finishing the painting, he put it away, took the peeled Qiuli from Lihua, and took a big bite into his mouth.
Then I saw the carriage behind me turning around the bend of the mountain and heading this way.
This carriage just left the town, but I haven't seen it following it. I thought it was no longer going to take this road.
Aling also saw the carriage, and the pockmarked man driving the carriage also saw them resting here, but he did not stop. Instead, he speeded up and rushed over.
Lihua looked at it amusedly and said: "Look, they don't know us at all. Ah Ling, you must say that he is an experienced fortune teller."
"It is." Aling took a big bite of the pear, and the watery pear flesh was bitten off, and the juice flowed out, quenching his thirst.
Eating a pear saves you drinking water.
The key point is that the water bag is not insulated, so the hot tea that I had poured in the restaurant was now ice cold, and my throat was freezing after drinking it. I might as well eat pears. Although it was also cold, it was sweet.
Just a moment after the carriage passed, another group of people crossed the mountain bend and moved forward quickly.
This group of people all rode horses and wore swords and swords. They looked menacing and looked very unkind.
Song Qiu muttered, "Do they look like people from the Jianghu? Then the martial arts conference is held on the Double Ninth Festival, right? These people shouldn't be going to Linjiang Mansion, right?"
Ah Ling finished taking the last bite of the pear flesh, threw the core back, and said with a click: "It's so murderous. That old trick of pretending to be magical is in danger."
Jianghu people are naturally unique and strong in their sensitivity to danger. Song Qiu did not doubt A Ling's words, and did not ask her how she knew these people were heading for the carriage in front. He only asked her: "Look at that
Is the old Taoist a rival?"
Aling shook his head, "Xuan."
As for Aling's insistence on saying that the pockmarked man was an expert, although Lihua didn't believe it and couldn't see it, it didn't stop her from assuming, "Then can you beat these people? Do you want to save someone?"
After all, if you are really experienced and have met each other several times, wouldn't everyone in the world say that you should draw your sword to help when the road is rough?
Song Qiu also wanted to know if Al Ling could beat him.
I heard Aling laugh and say: "You're just kidding, I don't even take these dozen or so little guys seriously! In the first month of the first month, when I go to town to celebrate the New Year and come back, the ones I meet on the road are the real masters!"
"
Song Qiu also thought of that thrilling incident. It was Grandma Mo who should have helped, otherwise Aling would have been injured more than that. Those were indeed masters, but they were no match for Grandma Mo.
Now that A-Ling has mastered the fifth level of the Heart Technique, she is half as skilled as Mrs. Mo. Anyone who can rival her in the arena is probably not a nobody.
The group I went over just now looked awesome, but the equipment didn't look like a big shot.
"Save?" She also asked Aling.
Aling said: "Have you rest? Let's take a look while we walk and see how we feel."
The arrogant look on his face made Song Qiu couldn't help laughing, "Okay, let's continue on our way."
The group continued on their journey, and not long after walking, they heard the sound of fighting ahead.
As he got closer, he saw that the carriage was surrounded by people. A dozen people were attacking fiercely. The pockmarked man was protecting the carriage while resisting. He had suffered many injuries on his body, and he was almost like a bloody man.
This was simply a one-sided beating. Even Song Qiu, who didn't know how to fight, could see that the pockmarked man was at the end of his tether.
Sure enough, the pockmarked man was stabbed in the chest and kicked away, and those people took advantage of the situation and rushed into the carriage.
The boy in the felt hat rolled into a ball, and when the carriage was split open, he quickly rolled out of the carriage and fell to the ground.
He held a dagger in his hand and swung it left and right. His three-legged cat skills were of no use at all.
The pockmarked man's eyes were about to burst, and he endured the pain and rushed to save others, but he was stabbed in the back again, blocking his way.
Seeing that the boy was about to be pierced by a man's sword.
Suddenly, a yellow figure descended from the sky, picked up the boy in the felt hat, lifted him up a few times, and dropped him dozens of steps away.
Seeing that the target was rescued, those people who were crazy about killing were so willing that they hurriedly gathered together and rushed over.
Aling didn't give them a chance to get close to his carriage, so he threw his felt hat beside the carriage, pulled out the soft sword from his waist, tiptoed, and walked up to him like a fleeting silhouette.
Amidst the light and shadow of the sword, a yellow figure was seen leaping and flying in the dust like a dragon. Wherever it passed, blood drops sprayed and splashed everywhere.
Finally, the last person shuddered suddenly, spat out a mouthful of blood, and fell to his knees.
At this point, in this circle, only Aling was still standing, holding the sword in his hand. The blood beads on the tip of the sword were falling drop by drop, melting into the soil, turning into bright red.
This skill was so beautiful that Song Qiu and others at the back couldn't help but applaud on the spot.
There were more than a dozen people, but not a single one was left alive. Aling took action without leaving any further trouble.
If someone escaped and reported something, wouldn't everyone know that it was her who did it?
It will be really troublesome if he comes back to trouble her later.
She grabbed the clothes of a person at her feet and wiped off all the blood on the sword. Then she took the sword back and walked towards the pockmarked man sitting on the ground.
"Hey, I saved you, why don't you show your true colors and come to my door to thank me?"