Chapter 258 Itchy skin? Shall I scratch it for you?
The camp became particularly lively at dusk. The women simply left the men aside and formed a small circle of themselves, huddled in the tent and didn't know what they were doing.
"Senior Brother Jing, what's going on with our senior sisters today? Are you completely ignoring us?"
"That girl Chen Nu also joined in. When did they become so close?"
"Want to know? If you want to know, go and see for yourself." Jing Lushan rubbed his swollen eyes with hard-boiled wild eggs.
"Hey, isn't this Senior Sister Jiang inside? We are brothers, so why bother? Since Senior Brother Jing has already taken the lead, let me share the information I got."
"Look at my eyes, what can I see?" Jing Lushan said angrily.
Chen Xingyun and Song Huaijiang's grandson Song Liuhe did not participate in their curiosity. Instead, they were competing in sword skills in an open space.
As the name suggests, the Jianyan Sect is a sect that builds its sect with swords, so naturally they use the sword skills of their sect.
Chen Mo and Song Huaijiang were sitting not far away, talking and watching the two people compete. Song Huaijiang was very talkative. Although Chen Mo couldn't chat, he still didn't hinder their communication and talked about his experiences in the world.
He told interesting stories and introduced his sect emphatically, as if he still refused to give up and wanted to make Chen Mo change his mind.
However, Chen Mo remained indifferent and watched the competition between the two carefully. He had never observed a martial arts competition in the sect. In the past, he was either fighting or on the way to a fight. He was always a participant, taking advantage of the opportunity to recover from his injuries.
Take a look and learn from it. He doesn't think it's stealing from others.
In the past, when watching people fight, they would just look at their moves and plagiarize them if they felt useful. This is what his master said, and he called it euphemistically: removing the dross and taking the essence. Watching is also a kind of practice.
But now Chen Mo can not only see the superficial moves, but also feel the flow of Chen Xingyun's aura. He can learn more things. Of course, with his personality, he will not tell Song Huaijiang.
According to Song Huaijiang, Chen Xingyun has the second level of strength. He is not the best in the sect, but not bad, above average. Chen Xingyun is from an average background and was brought into the sect by Song Huaijiang. He is a martial artist.
He is hard-working and approachable, and gets along well with most people in the sect. Chen Mo can also see this, and everyone else is very kind to him.
Chen Xingyun is already married and has a one-year-old child. In his words, he has a happy life. The only thing he is looking forward to now is the higher realm of martial arts.
Song Liuhe is the only grandson of Song Huaijiang. Originally, Old Man Song had three sons, but unfortunately two of them died. The remaining one became frail and sick after having Song Liuhe, and the thought of having a child became illusory, so Song Huaijiang seemed to be right.
The grandson is strict but takes good care of him.
This time on this trip, there was no need for any elders from the sect to follow him, but Old Man Song secretly asked for it. He was afraid that his only grandson would do something wrong and die on the road, thus cutting off the incense of their old Sun family.
During the competition between the two, even if Chen Xingyun didn't use his true energy, Song Liuhe still couldn't defeat Chen Xingyun.
"There is too little actual combat." Chen Mo simply said four words.
Song Huaijiang knew that this was Chen Mo's comment on them and his grandson.
"How can my grandson, who is just a showman, be able to actually fight with others? Don't embarrass yourself. It's better to be trained by his senior brothers and sisters for a few more years."
Chen Mo was noncommittal. Everyone has his own way of living. There are only a few in the world who can live a life without life like him.
"Senior Brother Song, it's time for dinner."
When the two of them were "fighting vigorously", a sweet and delicate voice distracted Song Liuhe, and his senior brother Chen Xingyun knocked his sword away with a sword, and the blade was placed across his neck.
"Sigh." Song Huaijiang shook his head helplessly. "The will is too weak."
Song Liuhe sighed and said to his senior brother: "I lost again."
Chen Xingyun didn't say anything more. He slapped his head hard with the blade of his sword, put the sword into its sheath, and walked towards the lively crowd.
As soon as Chen Xingyun left, Song Liuhe couldn't wait to walk to Xia Feixu, looked at her face, and was speechless.
"What are you looking at? If you don't take the face sword back, Grandpa Song will teach you another lesson." Xia Feixu said shyly.
"Oh oh oh, right away." Song Liu stumbled to pick up the sword that was knocked away by his senior brother and put it back into the scabbard, then quickly returned to Xia Feixu.
"Let's go." Xia Feixu said softly, then turned and left.
"Okay." Song Liuhe nodded dully, followed immediately, and walked side by side.
"Does it look good?" Xia Feixu lowered her head and suddenly asked in a low voice.
"Good-looking." Song Liuhe replied with a smile without hesitation.
In this way, the two men and women who had feelings for each other walked towards the more lively crowd under the bloody setting sun. There, in addition to fragrant food, there were also a group of men who were as excited as chicken blood surrounding today's different events.
The women of the past flattered and offered their sudden attentiveness.
"Young people are energetic." Song Huai, who was sitting with Chen Mo, looked at the crowd of people playing over there and sighed with emotion. I don't know how many years ago, he was like those people, wearing bright clothes and angry horses, living up to his youth.
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"It seems that your sister is also a person with some skills." Old Man Song looked at the figure walking over with something in the distance, patted Chen Mo on the shoulder, stood up, and then said to Chen Mo: "Why don't we come together?
Just joining in the fun?"
"I prefer purity."
"I see, old man, I'll just ask." Song Huaijiang laughed "haha", patted the dust on his butt, and walked towards the group of people.
In the middle, he said a few words to Jiang Nu, who was walking over, and then passed by.
"Chen Mo, it's time to eat." Jiang Nu placed the food on the open space in front of Chen Mo and sat down opposite Chen Mo.
The two of them, under the afterglow of the setting sun, ate the same meal they shared after escaping death.
"How is your injury?"
"The situation is not very good." Chen Mo answered truthfully. "We have to get to Chaoyang City as soon as possible."
"Don't worry, we will arrive at Chaoyang City before tomorrow evening, and we can go home by then." Jiang Nu's mood has become much lighter now. For so many days, those people have not shown up, and there is a high probability that they have not shown up.
It was missed by them.
Chen Mo chewed his food slowly, but his mood was not as light as Jiang Nu's. Chen Mo didn't think it was time to relax until he saw the person they wanted to meet. Since those people were the envoys of brocade clothes, and Jiang Nu was theirs
She came back from Chu State after a lot of hard work. Her value is very great and cannot be given up in a few days.
Besides, Chen Mo didn't think that the powerful Jin Yi envoy would capsize in the sewer here, and he would not just swallow his anger. How could he give up easily without seeing his body, otherwise it would not be like their Jin Yi Yi's style.
Chen Mo was thinking about it, and Jiang Nu didn't bother him. He only followed Chen Mo's arrangements to get here.
The sound of horse hoofbeats interrupted Chen Mo's thoughts. Not far away from the road, two horsemen were walking towards their group's residence.
The two people on horseback were both middle-aged men, wearing ordinary clothes. They glanced around at the group of people camping here, but did not get too close.
Chen Xingyun walked up and saw that they were dressed like knights traveling in the world, and asked, "What do you two want?"
The reason why Chen Xingyun asked this was because they stopped. There must be something wrong when they stopped, otherwise they would not stop.
"This little brother, our brothers are coming from Pingzhou and are heading to this place called Chaoyang City. Should we go this way?" The man on horseback asked on horseback. From the tone of his voice, he could tell that they
Not very familiar with this generation.
"There are too many side roads here, which makes us brothers confused." Another man followed.
It turned out that he was asking for directions. Chen Xingyun smiled and said: "It is indeed going this way. It will take more than half a day to arrive."
"Thank you very much, little brother." The two of them bowed their hands to Chen Xingyun and thanked him.
"It's getting late now. If you two are not in a hurry, why not have a meal together." Chen Xingyun invited. "We are from the Jianyan Sect. We are out to travel and make friends with all the heroes in the world."
"Ah, it turns out he is a young knight from the famous Jianyan Sect. I have admired him for a long time." Both of them showed surprised expressions, as if the name of this Jianyan Sect shocked them.
"How many young knights from the Jianyan Sect have good intentions. I'm really sorry. We two brothers have urgent matters to go to Chaoyang City. If there is a chance, we two brothers will go to your sect to place them."
"In that case, I won't try to keep you guys here." Chen Xingyun also bowed his hands to the two of them. They met by chance. As long as they are sincere, there is no need to force them.
The two passers-by came and went in a hurry. Perhaps they were lucky enough to meet someone of such status and took a few more glances at this group of young people.
"Chen Mo, he's just a passerby. Don't be so nervous. He's not wearing a Feiyu suit." Jiang Nu comforted him in a low voice. There were some things that the people of Jianyan Clan couldn't know.
Chen Mo was noncommittal, watching them disappear into the distance, and slowly started eating again.
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It was late at night and everyone in the campsite had fallen asleep.
Chen Mo, who sat cross-legged until late at night, slowly opened his eyes, which were dark but bright. Beside him, Jiang Nu, Chen Mo did not let her go to rest with the group of people, but stayed with him.
He gently covered Jiang Nu's mouth, grabbed her shoulder with his other hand, and shook her a few times. Perhaps because someone had covered her mouth, Jiang Nu woke up immediately.
"It's me, don't make a sound." Chen Mo whispered in Jiang Nu's ear. "We have to go."
After speaking, he slowly released his hand covering Jiang Nu's mouth.
"Now?" Jiang Nu recovered from his panic and asked in a low voice with great confusion.
"Now."
"Just leave without saying goodbye?"
"Yes." Chen Mo helped Jiang Nu get up, glanced at the bonfire that had not been extinguished, and walked gently into the darkness.
They didn't go far. Song Huaijiang, who was leaning on something placed by the campfire, slowly opened his eyes, glanced at the direction in which they disappeared into the darkness, and then closed his eyes again.