After entering the main road, Yan Li noticed that there were more and more people. Most of them wore bamboo hats and carried swords on their backs.
A light drizzle fell from the sky.
The chilly spring breeze stirred the new buds, making a rustling sound.
Yan Li suddenly saw a peach blossom tree that bloomed beside a roadside tavern. He couldn't help but walk over.
"Hey hey hey, Brother Gu, slow down, it hurts …" Ku Daoshi was supported by him, so he couldn't help but walk over.
One of his feet was exposed. Yan Li checked it, and it was really swollen. From this, he concluded that this fellow was indeed pretending to be a master. He was almost fooled by him. Of course, this small injury could be cured at any time. He was just purposely making this fellow suffer a little.
He walked into the tavern and angrily threw him on a chair, "She fell into the same pit, why is she fine? This is retribution, who will the heavens forgive! "
The tavern owner walked over and bowed, "What would the three guests like to eat?"
Yan Li said, "A pot of wine, two catties of beef slices, and a basket of steamed buns."
He then glanced at the little Daoist boy, "And a bowl of hot tea."
"Alright." The waiter immediately went to work.
Yan Li walked out of the tavern and came to the peach blossom tree.
The tree was full of white and pink flowers that were in full bloom. The light fragrance wafted into his nose as if she was by his side. He couldn't help but fall into a daze. He couldn't help but take out the portrait that he kept close to him.
The number of customers in the tavern gradually increased.
Yan Li felt a lot of strange gazes.
He didn't care about what others thought of him. He was a person who did things his own way. However, these people's gazes made him put away the portrait and walk back to the tavern.
He walked very slowly, and his eyes didn't stop at any one place. There were five tables and twenty chairs in the tavern. At this moment, eighteen of the twenty chairs were already occupied. The only table that wasn't full was his, and there were only Daoist priests sitting there.
All these customers seemed to appear at the same time.
The tavern owner was smiling from ear to ear, and he was in full swing.
The little Daoist boy was drinking hot tea.
Ku Daoshi said, "Pour the wine."
The little Daoist boy immediately stood up to pour the wine, but no matter whether she sat down or stood up, she always hugged her ax.
Yan Li returned to his seat, unsheathed his sword and placed it neatly on the square table. He grabbed a steamed bun and was about to bite into it when he suddenly stopped.
Everyone's eyes seemed to be left with only paleness and darkness.
He saw no other color in it.
Weren't these two colors the closest to death?
He put down the steamed bun and asked, "How far is the Golden Sun?"
"It's not far." Ku Daoshi wolfed down his food and said incoherently, "You're in Jinyang. How can Jinyang be far?"
Yan Li quickly understood the meaning of this sentence. He looked at the pavilion opposite him.
They had arrived at the pavilion. The Golden Sun was indeed not far away, only five miles.
However, it would take a lot of effort to travel a distance of ten miles slowly. It was just like when one was on the verge of breaking through to the next realm. It looked like he could break through at any moment, but in reality, there was still some distance to go.
He also saw a wild cat licking its paws in the pavilion. Perhaps it had just finished eating.
Wasn't it afraid of passersby?
Of course he was not afraid, because there was not a single passerby. It was as if everyone had suddenly squeezed into the small wine shop.
The manager's fat face was already smiling like a flower.
Yan Li slowly put down the steamed bun.
The little Daoist boy considerately picked up the wine pot and poured him a cup.
Yan Li drank it and put down the cup.
Suddenly, from the direction of the peach tree came a rumbling sound, as if a giant wheel was rolling. Then, the side of the tavern was smashed open with a bang, and something rolled in. It was a round ball as big as a wheel, shining with golden light.
Following it were scattered petals.
It was an intoxicating color, and each petal seemed to evoke a memory.
As if there were only memories left.
Yan Li stared blankly, but his hand had already reached for the hilt of his sword.
The hilt was black, but his hand was pale.
The golden ball rolled to Ku Daoshi's back. He seemed to only realize it, and fear slowly climbed up his face.
At this moment, Yan Li had already unsheathed his sword.
The sword flashed and stopped.
Every sound and every movement stopped.
Ku Daoshi's face was pale, because a layer of his scalp had been shaved off. Just a little more, and his skull would be split in two, just like the golden ball behind him.
The golden ball that had been split in two suddenly thrust out dozens of sharp spears.
Yan Li's left hand shook the table, and the table broke into pieces. Caught off guard, Ku Daoshi fell down and avoided the sharp spears.
The little Daoist boy quickly grabbed the wine pot and cup.
Yan Li's cup.
The sword flashed again, and the spear tip was cut off. Half of the golden ball was split.
Yan Li raised the tip of his sword again, and the other half flipped over his head, hitting the counter.
Then, a person appeared.
The half golden ball suddenly turned into a golden chair, and the person sat on the chair.
This person looked like a dwarf, sitting cross-legged on the small chair. He looked at Yan Li and let out a strange, high-pitched laugh. "Gu Guanlan, hand over the Witch God's Treasure Mirror, and I, the Golden Wheel Child, will consider letting you go!"
Yan Li did not turn to look at him, as if this person was not worth looking at at.
He only took the little Daoist boy's cup, and waited for the little Daoist boy to fill it for him. He slowly drank it. "Give me the antidote."
Everyone was confused. He looked like he was in good condition, so why would he want the antidote?
When they turned their eyes again, they saw the slovenly Daoist twitching on the ground, foam coming out of his mouth.
"How did you know I poisoned him?" The dwarf sneered.
Yan Li said lightly, "I also know that only if you eat food and wine together will you be poisoned."
The dwarf laughed strangely. "Of course I have the antidote, as long as you hand it over."
Yan Li said, "Who told you I have the Witch God's Treasure Mirror?"
The dwarf said, "It's said in Jianghu. Who doesn't know you have the Witch God's Treasure Mirror?"
Yan Li said, "In other words, you don't know the source of this information."
The dwarf sneered. "I don't know. I only need to know what you look like."
Yan Li said, "But I don't want to know what you look like. Because I can tell what you look like just by listening to your voice. "
The dwarf's face suddenly flushed red with anger, and he let out a strange scream. "No one dares to laugh at me. Those who dare to laugh at me are all dead!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the chair he was sitting on suddenly moved toward Yan Li as if it had grown wheels. Before this, he had already thrown out a sky full of cold stars, and each star seemed to contain some kind of aura.
Yan Li casually flicked his hand, and the wine cup flew into the air. His free hand grabbed the hilt of his sword.
As if it was just a touch, the sword hilt shot out like lightning, piercing through the cold stars in an instant.
"Looking down on me?"
The dwarf reached out and grabbed the sword hilt. With a forceful twist, the sword hilt broke. Although this sword hilt was a mortal weapon, it wasn't something that could be easily broken. It was hard to see that his small body contained such a strange power.
But it was only the sword hilt.
Yan Li's sword was already out.
He still had his back to the dwarf.
The fragments of the golden ball that had just been scattered on the ground suddenly flew up.
They gathered in front of the dwarf and condensed into a golden shield.
The sword flashed, and the shield immediately fell apart.
The dwarf let out a strange cry, and was about to run away.
Suddenly, there was a "giggle." Accompanying the giggle, a wave of air carrying peach blossoms surged in from the gap.
When Yan Li heard the laughter, his heart sank.
The wave of air was icy blue, with a bone-piercing chill. His heart sank to the bottom.
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