The light dimmed as if someone had accidentally knocked over an ink bottle. The sky was dyed with a layer of black.
Looking up at the sky, the dark patch indicated that heavy rain was about to pour.
The caravan sped up and galloped forward. However, in this desolate wilderness, where would they find a place to stay for the time being?
Jin Zhanzheng glanced through the carriage curtain and shook his head slightly. "The heavens are not helping us. There's nothing we can do."
He Yiming smiled and shook his head. "Maybe the weather was too good a few days ago, so the heavens are jealous and want to welcome us with a heavy downpour."
After leaving the border town, they had been traveling for a day and night. They passed by several small villages on the way, but they did not go in. Instead, they went straight through.
Jin Zhanzheng insisted on sitting in the same carriage as He Yiming. The two of them chatted and laughed in the carriage. Especially when the topic was martial arts, Jin Zhanzheng's face was flushed red. He was so excited that it seemed like he would never stop talking.
What they didn't expect was that this morning was still sunny, but before noon, the sky was already covered with dark clouds.
Reaching out to lift the curtain of the carriage, a gust of cool wind mixed with the smell of fresh soil blew in. He Yiming took a deep breath and said, "The weather in Great Shen is actually so unpredictable, almost comparable to the weather in the mountains."
Jin Zhanzheng laughed. "Brother He, we haven't really entered the Da Shen region yet."
He Yiming turned back and smiled. "Since we're already here, we can't go there."
A rider suddenly rushed from the front and stopped outside their carriage. The rider on the horse skillfully pulled the horse's head and immediately maintained the speed of the carriage.
"Grandmaster Jin, Senior He, there is a tea pavilion in front that can accommodate twenty to thirty people. Grandmaster Zhang ordered me to come and ask if we should stop there."
Jin Zhanzheng pondered for a moment and said, "It's good to rest for a while, but everything will be decided by Senior Brother Zhang."
The rider on the horse replied respectfully and spurred his horse to gallop forward.
Jin Zhanzheng glanced at the luxurious walls of the carriage and smiled bitterly, "Brother He, this carriage is specially made by our Grand Divine Wind Palace. No matter how heavy the rain is, it may not be able to penetrate it. However, that may not be the case now. In that case, it's better to rest in front."
He Yiming followed his gaze. There was a fist-sized hole in the wall of the carriage. Although it was barely covered by a thin board, if it really started to rain heavily, then this thin board was better than nothing. It guaranteed that the entire carriage would be filled with water.
The muscles on He Yiming's face twitched a few times. He found it extremely funny.
This hole was kicked out by Jin Zhanzheng with a small stone. At that time, he was very happy, but now it was too late for regrets.
Seeing the smile on He Yiming's face, Jin Zhanzheng shrugged helplessly and said, "Brother He, if you insist on hurrying, I won't object. And I guarantee that there won't be the slightest bit of rain in the carriage."
When he said this, it was as if he was talking about an insignificant matter. But He Yiming knew how much ability was needed to realize this sentence.
He Yiming smiled slightly and said, "Brother Jin, since there is a tea pavilion in front, why do we still have to go through the rain? It's not too late to take a rest before continuing." After that, he looked up at the sky and said, "The summer rain came quickly and left even faster. Maybe it won't be long before we can continue on our journey."
The speed of the convoy was obviously a lot faster. Finally, they arrived at the tea pavilion in front before the first drop of rain fell.
At this time, there were already more than ten people in the tea pavilion. These people were all masked with headscarves. They were burly and had weapons by their side. It was obvious that some of them were successful cultivators who traveled the world.
When they saw a group of more than a hundred people, accompanied by two enormous luxurious carriages, rushing over, these people were somewhat nervous. There were even a few people who tightly gripped their weapons. The two people in the lead were the only ones who did not use a veil. Although their appearances were ordinary, their eyes were extremely sharp. They flickered with the radiance and aura that only cultivators could possess.
The person at the front of the caravan flew up from his horse and arrived at the pavilion in an instant.
This person was Fei Tiansheng, a tenth level inner strength cultivator who represented the Grand Divine Wind Palace on Tianchi Mountain. As soon as he arrived, he looked around and took in everything that was happening inside.
This so-called teahouse was actually transformed from a small temple. Although the walls were not damaged, they were very old.
The interior of the small temple was not big. If the tables and chairs were included, it could only seat 20 or 30 people at most.
After Fei Tiansheng entered, his eyes narrowed and his body suddenly exploded with a powerful momentum.
Although his cultivation was nothing in the eyes of He Yiming and the others, he was still a tenth level inner strength expert.
Once this momentum was released, it suddenly made the faces of the more than ten people in front of him change.
He waved his hand and a gold bar suddenly spun like a windmill. When it reached the table of the people, it suddenly stopped and fell straight on the table.
Following the loud clanking sounds, the faces of the two leaders became increasingly unsightly.
It seemed like a casual throw, but the strength behind it was not something that ordinary people could imagine.
"Everyone, today's tea is on us. Please leave this place." Fei Tiansheng said coldly.
The more than ten people were obviously walking together. After hearing Fei Tiansheng's words, although no one insulted him, they all took out their weapons. Even if they did not unsheathe their swords, they were still glaring at him.
The atmosphere in the small temple suddenly became tense. The old man who was in charge of boiling water and selling tea curled up in a corner of the wall and trembled.
Fei Tiansheng snorted and waved his hand. Two people walked in from the hundreds of knights. They looked exactly the same, clearly a pair of twins.
The two of them walked side by side. With every step they took, the aura on their bodies became more and more intense.
The two leaders of the ten people finally changed color. They looked at each other and stood up. One of them picked up the gold bar on the table and slightly cupped his fist. He waved his hand and said, "Let's go."
Following his words, the more than ten people behind him stood up silently and followed him out of the door.
However, at this time, there were some small raindrops outside the door. The leader hesitated for a moment and then took his people to hide under the eaves.
Fei Tiansheng hesitated for a long time. In the end, his heart softened and he did not drive them out again.
When the curtain of the carriage was lifted, someone naturally opened an umbrella made of oil. Although He Yiming and the other two simply didn't care about this little bit of rain, since someone was attentively attending to them, they didn't bother to put in the effort.
After entering the small temple, the three of them picked the largest table and sat down. There were no more than ten people who could follow them in.
"Crackle …"
A thunderous clap sounded from the sky, and then large drops of rain shot down like bullets, making the leaves rustle. In just a moment, it was as if there was a curtain of water hanging between heaven and earth. Everything became hazy, and the distant scenery could not be seen.
Nearly a hundred accomplished knights stood upright in the heavy rain outside the temple. They didn't have anything to cover their bodies. Although there were a few huge raincloths, they still took the initiative to take care of the two luxurious carriages.
A few special steeds were pulled under the eaves of the small temple, and special rain gear was draped over the horses.
The knights from the Divine Wind Palace did not drive the ten people away. It could be said that they were being merciful.
He Yiming sighed softly. Perhaps he was not used to this kind of behavior, but he did not have any intention to blame them.
This was the result of the difference in strength. He Yiming believed that if the two sides were in a different place and their strengths were reversed, these people would also chase them out without any hesitation. Moreover, they wouldn't even have the chance to rest under the eaves.
"Boss, bring some water." Fei Tiansheng stepped forward and took out a jar from his arms. "Use this to make tea."
Obviously, in this environment, it was impossible to have any good tea, so Fei Tiansheng used his own tea leaves.
The old man trembled and took the jar from Fei Tiansheng's hand with a smile. He carefully opened the jar and took out the tea leaves inside. He put a little bit in it, then picked up the big teapot on the stove and poured some water.
Perhaps because he was overly frightened, his movements were slow and he almost spilled the tea. Fei Tiansheng secretly shook his head.
The brewed tea was served to He Yiming and the other two. Although they didn't feel thirsty, they still reached out their hands at the same time and raised their teacups.
However, He Yiming's movements suddenly paused as his ears slowly trembled. His expression changed slightly as he said, "Wait a moment."
Zhang Zhongyi and Jin Zhanzheng were both startled. They looked at He Yiming with surprise.
Putting down the teacup, He Yiming carefully looked at the water in the cup as if he was studying a treasure.
His actions immediately alerted Jin Zhanzheng and Zhang Zhongyi. Their faces sank in an instant.
Fei Tiansheng and the other disciples of the Spirit Heaven Palace who entered the small temple looked at the old man with a gloomy face. The air was filled with a deep pressure.
The old man's legs went soft and he fell to the ground with a plop. His mouth trembled and he could not even speak.
He Yiming waved his hand slightly. "It has nothing to do with this person. You are mistaken."
Fei Tiansheng and the others were startled. They could not help but feel ashamed. With their status as peak Houtian cultivators, they actually threatened an ordinary old man. If this spread out, where would their face go?
He Yiming raised his head and suddenly smiled. "Friends standing outside, please come in and have a seat."
The faces of the more than ten people under the eaves suddenly changed. One of them suddenly shouted. They waved their hands and a large number of lights flew out like locusts. Then, they fled in all directions.
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