After what happened last time, the Princess seemed to have grown older.
She no longer made a fuss about returning to Qingdu.
She didn't even speak.
Occasionally, in the dead of the night, the Princess hugged the thick bag and suddenly woke up with a start. She curled up in a corner and sobbed softly.
In the blink of an eye, three days had passed.
Including Zen Master Withered Leaf, the group of four first headed north before turning east.
They were only three thousand miles away from Qingdu.
The further north they went, the more crowded the city became.
Looking down from the sky, they saw high city walls, rows upon rows of houses, and bustling markets. It was a scene of singing and dancing, and people living and working in peace.
In these three days, they didn't dare to stay in the city, even at night, because they were worried about being hunted down by bandits.
Irin secretly went to the city to get some dry food for them, so they didn't starve to death in the wild.
Every time they reached a city, Irin habitually visited the brothels and checked the latest news.
With the Agarwood Token, it was indeed easy to do things.
However, what Yi Lin didn't understand was that it seemed that every shopkeeper of Wanxiang Brothel and those beautiful women who still retained their charm seemed to have heard of his name. Once they heard the two words "Lin Yi," they would blush and act bashful, as if they wanted to reject him yet still welcome him. This made Yi Lin puzzled no matter how hard he thought.
In one of the big cities, a shopkeeper called "Mei Niang" mistakenly called Irin "Ninth Brother", which confused Irin.
Ninth Brother? What ninth brother?
After a little investigation, Irin didn't collect any information about Jian Nanchun and Chao Rushuang.
Yes, that's not strange.
If the two masters of the Heavenly Rapier Sect didn't stay in a crowded place, who could find them?
It's been three days. Don't tell me they're dead?
Irin muttered to himself.
However, it was also possible that the two groups of people took different paths and didn't meet. After all, Irin and Withered Leaf were careful along the way and didn't leave too many traces.
Irin even deliberately left some specious traces in the opposite direction of some forks to mislead the forces chasing after the Princess.
On the third night.
Irin chose a barren mountain outside the city and found a place to hide.
There were piles of rocks all around, and shrubs were growing on top of the rocks. It was like a naturally formed camping pit. Even if a bonfire was lit in a hidden place, it would be difficult for the light of the fire to reach the outside.
As a master soul chef, Irin took the initiative to be in charge of dinner. She picked some natural wild vegetables from the surroundings, and then set up a big pot she bought from the city to cook some wild vegetable soup.
If it weren't for the fact that Zen Master Withered Leaf didn't eat meat, Irin would have added some game … What a pity for this pot of food.
The eldest princess was originally not interested in the wild vegetable soup, so she curled up in a corner of the pile of rocks.
But when Irin smiled and slapped the lid of the pot, there was a flash of light and a fresh fragrance came out. The Eldest Princess was stunned and quickly crawled over while hugging her bag.
Yi Lin filled everyone's bowl to the brim.
Zen Master Withered Leaf took a sip and felt as if he had been electrocuted. Tears instantly streamed down his face.
When Wang Xiaohu and the eldest princess saw Zen Master Withered Leaf's reaction, they thought that the soup was so bad that it made the old monk cry. But Wang Xiaohu was really hungry and had finished his dry food. Smelling the fragrance of the soup, it didn't seem to be poisonous, so he braced himself and drank it.
"It's too, too, too …" Wang Xiaohu's mouth was scalded and he couldn't even straighten his tongue. After a long time, he finally managed to squeeze out a sentence. "Brother Lin, it's too good!"
Irin shook her head and sighed, not satisfied with the dish. "Limited by the ingredients, I can only make it like this."
Zen Master Withered Leaf drank even faster.
He even had a ridiculous idea.
Should he poach this young man to be a vegetarian chef in the Supreme Court's kitchen?
"It's too fragrant!"
Several people exclaimed in admiration at the same time.
The big pot of wild vegetable soup was divided up by several people. This was not the first time Irin had used soul cuisine to conquer the enemy. The eldest princess, who had been silent all the way, finally showed a good expression to Irin. The eldest princess timidly moved a few steps closer, like a kitten that had let down its guard. She raised her head and said to Irin, "Hello, my name is Xia Xiaoman."
Xia Xiaoman?
Along the way, Irin didn't ask about the eldest princess's name. In fact, he wasn't interested. But when Xia Xiaoman introduced herself, Irin thought for a moment and asked, "Real name?"
Xia Xiaoman hugged the bag in her arms tighter, not knowing whether to laugh or cry. Why didn't this sound like a real name?
"I am the eldest princess of the Qing Kingdom, the current emperor's royal sister, Xia Xiaoman. My nickname is Princess Zhenping! My name is Princess Zhenping! "
Princess Zhenping …
Zhenping.
Irin hurriedly glanced at Xia Xiaoman's chest and nodded vigorously, afraid that Xia Xiaoman wouldn't believe him. He believed her. "Yes, I believe you. You live up to your name."
When Xia Xiaoman heard that Irin believed her, she was finally satisfied.
But after thinking about it carefully, she felt that Irin's words didn't sound right.
But she couldn't tell what was wrong.
After the two had a simple interaction, there was no more communication.
They had met by chance, so there was no need for deep friendship.
Irin was concerned about the Heavenly Rapier Sect and wasn't interested in the eldest princess.
After eating, the night was dangerous, so they decided to spend the night here.
Using the warmth of the bonfire, Xia Xiaoman found a safe corner and curled up to sleep.
Wang Xiaohu lay directly next to the bonfire, facing the sky with his arms and legs spread out, snoring.
Irin sat next to the bonfire, adding wood to the fire from time to time.
"Duk, duk, duk, duk."
After Withered Leaf finished eating, his fingers curled around the prayer beads on his neck and gently knocked on the wooden fish. It was like a lullaby, making people sleepy.
Yi Lin, who was adding dry wood to the bonfire to ignite the fire, felt that something was wrong as he listened. He felt that the old monk's chanting and the rhythm of the wooden fish seemed to have some kind of soothing power, which made Yi Lin calm down involuntarily and difficult to feel any ripples in his heart.
Irin asked, "What are you doing?"
Withered Leaf closed his eyes gently and stopped chanting. He replied, "I am eliminating the sin of killing for you."
"Heh," Irin laughed. "The sin of killing is everywhere in the world. Even if you can eliminate me, what can you do?"
"The Buddha said that the world is a boundless sea of suffering. All living beings experience thousands of sufferings in the boat, and you and I will cross it together. I am weak, so if I can eliminate one person, it is enough. "
"Forget it." Irin felt helpless. He felt that he and Withered Leaf were not on the same channel, so he did not intend to delve into this topic. Irin walked in front of Withered Leaf and sat down cross-legged. He flicked his finger, and a soundproof enchantment fell around the two of them. In an instant, everything was silent, except for the chirping of insects and birds.
At this point, Zen Master Withered Leaf finally opened his eyes. He looked at Yi Lin thoughtfully. "I'm blind. What Benefactor Lin is using doesn't seem like a Daoist secret technique."
"It is a small family technique, and it is difficult to use. Let's not talk about it." Irin replied humbly. "What's wrong with your eyes? I don't think you can be hurt by those people. "
The old monk lowered his head and sighed. "My disciple was foolish and believed in slander. He thought that he could get a high position and wealth by kidnapping the Princess Royal."
Irin understood that he was blinded by his own people.
"Then it seems that you are wrong." Irin laughed.
"Amitabha, Mister Lin, you are wrong." Withered Leaf shook his head. "I have long seen that Wuxin's heart is not right. I am just trying to find a way to make him do good, but in the end, he is not fated to be a Buddha."
Irin nodded. He could not understand the old monk's thoughts, but he seemed to understand … To put it bluntly, he was stubborn.
He then pointed at Wang Xiaohu who was sleeping soundly on the ground.
"Then, since you are taking someone as a disciple, why is it him?"
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