Early in the morning, Xiao Ziyu rode the horse that was the bandit's leader and headed in one direction. Now he doesn't know exactly where he is.
A few days later, Xiao Ziyu finally came to a county town.
He found a random restaurant and sat down. He had been in the wilderness these past few days and had not had enough to eat or drink. He was living the life of a savage.
Now that he finally entered the city, of course he wanted to reward himself. Although he only had a dozen taels of silver collected from the five bandits, it was still enough for him to eat and drink for a few days.
If it didn't work out, he sold his horse. Although it wasn't a good horse, it could still be sold for more than ten or dozens of taels of silver.
"Waiter, give me a few dishes of your restaurant's snacks and a bottle of wine." Xiao Ziyu found a seat by the window and sat down, and ordered the waiter next to him.
The waiter looked at Xiao Ziyu, who was wearing a green warrior robe. Although he looked very ordinary, his spirit was very bright, especially his eyes were very bright. At the same time, he was holding a simple sword in his right hand, and he immediately guessed which sect this young knight was from.
Understanding that Xiao Ziyu might be a martial artist, the waiter became even more respectful. So he said in his unique voice: "Okay! Young hero, please wait a moment, I will greet you right now."
Then he brought Xiao Ziyu a pot of tea and left quickly.
After the waiter left, Xiao Ziyu picked up the tea and tasted it slowly. At the same time, his ears immediately stood up, listening to the chatter of some people around him, trying to find out the news.
However, after listening to it, he became a little disappointed, because what these people were talking about was not major events at all, but trivial matters. Xiao Ziyu did not get any useful information at all.
Just when Xiao Ziyu gave up and refused to listen to the nonsense of these people, a sudden turn of events occurred, and a middle-aged man about 1.7 meters tall walked into the shop.
This person's face is unusually thin, yellow and black, but his eyes are extremely bright and twinkling, showing that this person is very shrewd.
"Hey! It's Brother Fan. Why did Brother Fan bring me some interesting stories today?" When the few people who were chatting just saw this person, they all stood up immediately, and one of them got out of his way.
Please ask this person to sit down.
"Yes, yes, but this..." This person didn't have stage fright at all. He seemed to be used to it. After sitting down, he pointed at the wine bottle on the table and said with a smile.
"Haha! Brother Fan, don't worry, we understand."
"Waiter, bring me another pot of good wine and a few dishes to go with the wine." The fat man who gave up his seat immediately smiled and then gave instructions to the waiter.
"Brother Fan, look, should you tell us something?"
"Okay! If that's the case, then I'll tell you." Seeing that the fat man was so polite, the man named Fan stopped being pretentious.
He came here just to have a drink. Now that they were ready, he opened his mouth.
"Today I will tell you about the important events of Wudang. I believe you all know about the Wudang sect in this arena!"
The man named Fan looked around and asked.
"Of course, no one knows who the Wudang sect is, and I also know that their founding master thought they were land gods and immortals."
Hearing Fan's rhetorical question, a young and enthusiastic young man next to him immediately responded, and judging from his excitement, it was obvious that he had admired the Wudang Sect for a long time.
"You young man has some knowledge." After boasting about the other party, the person continued: "Since you know the Wudang Clan, you should know the status of the Wudang Clan in the world. And what I am talking about today is the Wudang Clan a month ago.
The leader has changed positions. Now Taoist Master Chongxu will take over as the leader of Wudang."
"Taoist Master Chongxu?" After hearing this, these people suddenly had some questions. After all, they were not real people in the world of martial arts, so if they didn't know Chongxu, it didn't matter.
But Xiao Ziyu, who was listening on the sidelines, was shocked. He was very clear about this conflict.
Smilingly proud of the three great masters of the righteous path in the world.
"Hey! No, Chongxu has just taken over as the leader of Wudang. How long will it take before Xiaoao starts? I'm a little early."
"It's early! It just so happens that I have a lot of time to practice. Otherwise, if I start with a smile now, I really won't be able to do much with my martial arts!"
Xiao Ziyu thought about it and felt that it was good. Although he didn't know how many years were left until Xiaoao was exterminated. But he guessed in his heart that it would be seven to eight years.
If this is the case, it would not be long before Yue Buqun took over the Huashan sect, and it would only be a few years before Linghu Chong came to Huashan.
"Haha!" Xiao Ziyu also smiled in his heart when he thought of this. Now that he understood the approximate time of being proud of the world at this time, Xiao Ziyu no longer cared about what those people said.
After a hearty meal, Xiao Ziyu left the shop. At the same time, he also found out where he was now. This is a small county town in Taiyuan, Shanxi.
"I remember that the Huashan Sect seems to be in Huayin County, Xi'an, Shaanxi, which is not very far from Shanxi. In that case, should I go and have a look?"
Xiao Ziyu left the county town, looked towards the west and murmured.
"Forget it, let's find a place to settle down first, practice martial arts, and then talk about other things. Now even at the foot of Daohua Mountain, I won't have the slightest chance to obtain this Zixia magic skill."
"No, the current Yue Buqun is not the hypocrite later. He should be quite good now. If I go to become a disciple now, given the current situation of the Huashan Sect, it is really possible for him, Yue Buqun, to accept a disciple.
Ah. If that’s the case, even if you can’t get the Zixia Magic Skill, the Hunyuan Skill would be pretty good.”
Xiao Ziyu suddenly thought that at this time, there were still seven or eight years before the opening of Xiaoao. At this time, the Huashan sect, including Linghu Chong and Yue Lingshan, had no disciples at all. If I go at this time, I should be able to succeed in becoming a disciple.
To be honest, in the entire Swordsman world, the only martial arts of the Huashan sect is the easiest for Xiao Ziyu to obtain.
After all, the current Huashan Sect has declined a lot due to the Sword Qi War more than ten years ago, and there are not many people in the sect at all. With Xiao Ziyu's qualifications, Lao Yue should not give up if he sees it.
But Xiao Ziyu's identity is a problem.
Thinking of this, Xiao Ziyu hesitated. "What should I do? What kind of identity should I make up to deceive Lao Yue?"
Xiao Ziyu thought in his mind, "It's better to get an identity in Shaanxi first. In this case, we can see the rest later!"
"Yes, that's it", he just did it. Now that he had decided, Xiao Ziyu started to rush towards the border of Shaanxi.
His journey lasted for half a month. As for why it took so long, of course it was because there were no financial expenses along the way, so Xiao Ziyu had to do a business with no capital.
But fortunately, he only stole valuable things from those wealthy families and did not hurt anyone.
Finally, when he had money, he accelerated and traveled all the way to Shaanxi.
When he arrived in Shaanxi, Xiao Ziyu did not immediately go to Huashan to become a disciple because he first had to settle his identity.
Otherwise, it would be bad if Lao Yue investigates his identity in the future.
But this was the Ming Dynasty, and corruption was very dark. Xiao Ziyu had done some "no money" business before, and made thousands of taels of silver in his hands, and also stole two antique calligraphy and paintings.
So he went to the Dudu Mansion in Xi'an and used those antique calligraphy and paintings to bribe the local magistrate and give him a family background. Moreover, he was from a scholarly family, and he himself was given the title of Tongsheng.
This made Xiao Ziyu feel that the gift of these antique calligraphy and paintings was not unfair. The prefect also took the things and did the work.
After figuring out his origin, Xiao Ziyu is no longer a "black family". Now he doesn't have to worry about his identity being suspected by Yue Buqun.