webnovelfull Chapter 338 The Young Singer's Journey 7
Chapter 338 The Young Singer's Journey 7
On this trip, Xiao Yu did not bring any attendants, only riding alone, wandering aimlessly between heaven and earth.
On the first day, his thoughts drifted involuntarily to Tianqi City, wondering if his subordinates could handle the tasks he had been given.
The next day, he silently calculated the progress of those matters in his mind, considered every detail, and speculated on various possible changes.
On the third day, his tension eased somewhat, and he began to focus some of his attention on the surrounding scenery. The mountain breeze caressed his face, and the stream babbled. Nature was truly wonderful.
On the fourth day, well... actually, nature wasn't so wonderful after all. There were so many snakes, insects, and rodents. Luckily, he had brought a sachet with him.
bother!
On the fifth day, the fatigue from the long journey began to set in, so it was best to buy a horse-drawn carriage.
Annoying! Annoying!
On the sixth day, they finally arrived at a town and saw people again. However, the original owner's appearance was far too handsome, and people on the road would often stare at him. To avoid too much attention, he finally bought a cap!
Annoying! Annoying! Annoying!
On the seventh day, the martial arts practitioners were a bit too energetic. Often, as soon as one side shouted, "So-and-so challenges so-and-so's sword," the two sides would inexplicably start fighting, regardless of whether the other side wanted to or not, and often without regard for the consequences.
Annoying! Annoying! Annoying! Annoying!
On the eighth day, someone asked him about swordsmanship, but he didn't want to pay attention to them. Having no other choice, he temporarily changed into scholar's clothes and pretended not to know martial arts.
Annoying! Annoying! Annoying! Annoying!
Day 9...
Annoying! Annoying! Annoying! Annoying! Annoying!
Day 10...
Annoying! Annoying! Annoying! Annoying! Annoying! Annoying!
……
Before I knew it, half a month had passed in a flash.
Xiao Yu had no place he wanted to go, no one he wanted to see, only the annoyances that had accumulated along the way!
Despite the annoyance, the conflicting memories that had been swirling in my mind became much clearer.
The carriage swayed along the winding road. Xiao Yu, dressed in white, sat inside. With each bump and sway of the carriage, his inner turmoil grew stronger.
Just as this frustration was about to reach its peak, the coachman's slightly frightened voice came: "Young master, there seems to be an accident ahead. The carriage is wrecked, and men and women are lying all over the ground. Could it be that some bandits are trying to rob us?"
"boom!"
Xiao Yu pushed open the car door, frowned, and said, "Really? Where are the robbers?"
He was extremely agitated and was looking for a suitable outlet to vent his frustrations when these robbers arrived just in time.
"It's just ahead."
Xiao Yu looked in the direction the coachman was pointing.
Not far away, a white-haired man stood in the middle of the road, and in front of him was a... bed?
The white-haired man stared blankly at the person lying on the bed, his expression complex, muttering something under his breath.
On the ground around them, there were five or six people lying haphazardly, both men and women, all of whom looked young.
"..."
Seeing this scene, Xiao Yu's brows instantly furrowed into a knot.
What exactly are these江湖人士 (jianghu figures) trying to do in broad daylight?
Whether it's to challenge someone, seek revenge, or spar, there's no need to move the bed here, is there?
The coachman was trembling with fear, gripping the reins tightly with both hands, bringing the carriage to a stop.
He turned to look at Xiao Yu, his voice trembling, "Young Master, it's too dangerous. Should we take a detour?"
Xiao Yu fell into a brief silence. After a moment, he gritted his teeth and said, "Keep moving forward!"
He wanted to see what these people in the martial arts world were up to.
Upon hearing this, the driver hesitated.
He was just an ordinary person hired by Xiao Yu to drive the carriage. He only wanted to earn some money peacefully and didn't want to risk his life.
Seeing the driver's hesitation, Xiao Yu said directly, "Just keep going without worry, I'll make sure you're safe."
The driver hesitated, "But..."
Xiao Yu didn't want to waste any more time, so he threw over a heavy piece of gold.
Upon seeing this, the coachman's eyes lit up, and he quickly stuffed the gold into his pocket. Then, steeling his heart and gritting his teeth, he continued driving forward.
……
The white-haired immortal stood before Wuxin, his gaze fixed intently on the face that resembled Ye Dingzhi's, a hint of barely perceptible emotion in his voice: "So alike, so incredibly alike."
Just as he was about to reach out and take Wuxin away, Tang Lian, who was seriously injured and lying on the ground, raised her hand and a tiny needle, as thin as a thread, cut through the air with a sharp gust of wind and shot straight towards the white-haired immortal.
Under the bright sunlight, the needle gleamed with an eerie purplish-black luster, like the forked tongue of a venomous snake, clearly stained with deadly poison, revealing a deadly threat.
The white-haired immortal dodged the sudden attack with a swift movement, but a solemn expression involuntarily appeared on his face: "I didn't expect that even with such severe injuries, you could still possess such precise technique..."
The white-haired immortal looked at Tang Lian, who was already staggering, and wanted to say a few words of praise to this junior, but a rumbling carriage sound suddenly rang out, interrupting his thoughts.
Immediately afterwards, a simple and elegant horse-drawn carriage slowly approached the crowd.
Lei Wujie's eyes lit up as he looked at the stopped carriage, and he asked expectantly, "Has our helper arrived?"
Upon hearing this, Sikong Qianluo carefully examined the carriage, unconsciously tightening her grip on the spear in her hand, and said, "They are not from Snow Moon City."
Lei Wujie's hopes were dashed instantly, and he said with some disappointment, "So, the newcomers are their reinforcements?"
Xiao Se was perceptive and keenly noticed the subtle changes in the white-haired immortal's facial expression. He shook his head and said, "If it were an ally from the other side, the white-haired immortal wouldn't have this expression."
Upon hearing this, Lei Wujie and Sikong Qianluo simultaneously turned their gazes to the white-haired immortal, noticing that his expression had indeed become more serious, and he was in a state of alertness.
Seeing this, Tang Lian exchanged a subtle glance with Tian Nv Rui without making a sound.
"who?"
The white-haired immortal frowned as he looked at the suddenly arriving carriage, his tone revealing a hint of wariness as he spoke.
The coachman trembled at the sight of the gleaming sword in the white-haired immortal's hand, his voice shaking noticeably: "Young...Young master, he..."
Just then, a faint voice drifted over and clearly reached everyone's ears.
"Since he doesn't want to leave, then don't force him anymore."
The white-haired immortal's eyes darkened slightly. He had thought that by defeating these juniors, he could successfully bring the young sect leader back to the Outer Heavens. He never expected that such a person would suddenly appear.