Chapter One Hundred and Thirteen: Canned Sword and Ink Cloud, Huanghuang Capital
The young man in white robe sat up, frowned and touched the rip in his clothes. If it weren't for the large amount of blood remaining, he would have thought he had never been injured.
He turned to look at Lu Zhengkang, "Little monk, do you know how long it took for me to pass out?" His voice was gentle but firm.
"Almost half an hour has passed since you were knocked unconscious by those bandits." Lu Zhengkang smiled.
The little blood in the young man's body rushed to his cheeks, revealing a deep red color. He didn't know whether it was because of anger, shame, or both.
"Ahem, have you seen everything?"
"See? Maybe."
The young man tidied up his clothes and reached into his arms to take it out. Then he looked gloomy and sighed helplessly. He stood up and cupped his hands to Lu Zhengkang, "Please... don't tell this matter. Mo Yun is polite," he said.
Hesitating, "I wonder if you have ever seen who healed my injuries?"
Lu Zhengkang said "Oh", "I know."
"Please be sure to tell me the surname of that senior, and I must repay this kindness." Mo Yun was very anxious. People like him are the last people who want to be in debt.
"He asked me not to tell you."
"Why is this? Is it true that someone can do good deeds without asking for anything in return? But even if he doesn't need me to repay the debt, I can't pretend that this never happened." Mo Yun bowed his head to the ground, "If the young master can dress up like a senior,
, just a few words about your physical appearance, Mo Yun will be extremely grateful, and is willing to do something for you that does not go against your true heart, even if you go up mountains of swords and seas of fire, you won’t have a single complaint!"
Lu Zhengkang nodded, "Okay, my request is that you don't ask who is the person who saved you."
"Stop teasing me like this!"
"Okay, you'll know when it's time to know, don't be impatient." Lu Zhengkang patted Mo Yun's arm, then turned around and jumped into the lake.
Mo Yun was so frightened by this turn of events that he immediately jumped into the water to save Lu Zhengkang, but before he could put his feet into the water, Lu Zhengkang emerged from the lake.
"There are good things down there!" Lu Zhengkang smiled, his wet head shining in the sun, but the things he held in his hands were even more dazzling.
A piece of silver ore reflects a beautiful thick halo.
Mo Yun was extremely knowledgeable and told the name of this ore: "Twelve Caixia Silver!"
Lu Zhengkang waded ashore. As his inner strength surged, not even a drop of water touched his body. Mo Yun frowned and looked hesitant.
"This thing can be sold for a good price." Lu Zhengkang smiled and stroked the ore in his hand.
"Of course, this is a rare and beautiful material of the third grade, worth thousands of gold. If I hadn't been robbed of all my money by a thief, I would definitely have bought it from the young master."
"Are you rich? That's good. You can rush up and kill those bandits later. Once you have the money, you can buy it!"
Mo Yun thought to himself that this little monk smelled like copper and looked down on human life. He was probably not from a good background. His good martial arts skills were probably from practicing the Wild Fox Zen with his master somewhere. The one who saved him must be his master himself.
Already...
While he was thinking about how he could repay the kindness of the master, he said perfunctorily to Lu Zhengkang: "Young master, I don't know. Most of my martial arts skills are in my black jade broken sword. Without the sword, I'm afraid I won't be able to defeat everyone."
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"Giving up lightly is not what a swordsman does!" Lu Zhengkang waved his hand calmly, "Since the sword was robbed, just buy a new one!"
Seeing his innocent look, Mo Yun patiently explained his difficulties, why Broken Sword was unusual and why he was penniless.
It seems like that sword is really different to him.
Everyone has one or two things that hold their emotions, which are like a fixed point in life. With it, you can walk with confidence, but without it, you will be lost.
This swordsman, without his sword, looks a bit like a mother-in-law.
Fortunately, the sword outside his body is not his spine, but there is a strong sword in his heart to help him overcome thorns and thorns.
Lu Zhengkang interrupted his tirade, "Okay, stop talking nonsense, let's make money if we don't have any money!"
"How to make money? I don't know how to be a merchant, and you are young and a novice monk. No one will come to buy your things if you are doing business."
"You are so old, but you don't even have this little experience in the world of martial arts! Just follow me."
Lu Zhengkang took Caixiayin into his arms and headed towards the depths of the cave.
Mo Yun followed him through the tunnel with difficulty, going around and around, stumbling, and had to take time to collect his inner energy and regain his strength, and finally returned to the surface from a mountain stream before dark.
Looking at the misty sunset and the snow-capped mountains, the swordsman took a few deep breaths and recited a song called "Ding Feng Bo" by Lay Buddhist Dongpo.
"Don't listen to the sound of beating leaves through the forest, why not scream and walk slowly. The bamboo stick and mango shoes are lighter than the horse, who is afraid? You can live your whole life in the misty rain.
"The cool spring breeze blows me away from my drunkenness. It's slightly cold, but the mountain tops are shining slantingly. Looking back to the bleak place where I came from, there is neither wind, rain nor sunshine when I return."
While he was here chewing his tongue, Lu Zhengkang was already walking down the mountain quickly, running towards the main road.
Taking advantage of the majestic scenery of heaven and earth to express his feelings, Mo Yun's heart was filled with joy, and the block in his chest was completely empty. Now he started to use Qinggong and rushed forward, as if a powerful arrow pierced the sky, and his clothes rustled like a flag.
For some reason, he felt like he had endless energy all over his body. The more he ran, the more relaxed he became, as if there was a lake in his body that was constantly replenishing his losses.
In the land of Gyeonggi, the official roads were wide and smooth. The two of them, one behind the other, chased without restraint, faster than the galloping horses, and ran three hundred miles away in an hour, and the sky was completely dark.
"The capital is ahead!" Mo Yun shouted, "That's where I was going!"
After hearing this, Lu Zhengkang slowed down and stood on the hillside, looking at Xiongcheng on the plain in the distance.
In the night, the capital city, which covers thousands of miles, is brightly lit. The towering mountains surrounded on three sides are like black iron walls, and the four or five thin rivers reflect the sparkling moonlight, flying into the city like jade-colored streamers.
Eastward flow.
The world after the snow is imprisoned by monotonous colors, but the capital city is so extraordinary, with bright red light rising into the sky, like a bonfire in the white night and the stars in midsummer, making people leisurely and fascinated.
Lu Zhengkang looked around with his heavenly eyes. There were a large number of upper edge beads in the city and they were of good quality. Many of them were giant stars like whales in the deep sea. The densely packed upper edge beads were dazzling, as if a small sun had opened on the plain. No wonder
Xu Ranxue praised the capital city as the most exquisite, wonderful and beautiful place in the world.
Lu Zhengkang nodded with satisfaction, turned to Mo Yun and said: "This is the cornucopia of poor monks! Let's find a place outside the city to deal with it tonight, prepare the guys, and the business will open tomorrow!"
"What are you going to do?"
"! What should a monk or a Taoist priest do? Look at your palms, tell fortunes, and talk about Feng Shui. Then you can get the money!"
"You know this?"
"Excellent skills!" The young monk patted his chest to confirm his confidence, looking very confident.
Mo Yun stood aside and stopped talking.
"Don't look like that! Take off your clothes first!"
"What is this for?"
"Come on, let's make a long banner. It's already been cut so many times. Let's find a pole and put it on. I'll go to the city tomorrow to borrow some ink and write on the signboard. I'm sure it will make a lot of money!"
"But I take off these clothes, what should I wear to see people?"
"I don't know," Lu Zhengkang frowned and thought, "How about I go get some reed mats and wrap it up for you, and then sell my body to bury you? Then I can take the money and run away, wouldn't it be nice?"
Mo Yun shook his head.
"Then you have no choice but to steal and rob. You can get whatever clothes you want to wear!"
The young swordsman looked at Lu Zhengkang's excited and arrogant expression, and thought to himself: This little bald donkey... is really evil.