There were two ways to travel from Pu City to Anshun Prefecture's Heming Mountain. The first way was by water. It was a longer route, but it was more leisurely. As long as one was willing to spend money, they could board a wine boat every day. There were beautiful scenery and beautiful boat girls …
The other way was by land. It was the shortest shortcut, but traveling was more difficult. It could last for one or two days, but few people could endure it for a long time. Traveling also required experience and skills. It was not something that could be solved by running. One had to consider where to rest, where to rest, the endurance of the horses, and the wind and rain along the way. All of these needed to be planned.
However, for cultivators, especially those like Lou Xiaoyi who practiced body techniques, this level of hardship was not difficult at all. It was far worse than running in the Gobi Desert every night for months.
However, there was no need to run all the way, and no one would chase after him. The south of Pu City was more prosperous and there were more pedestrians. It was not like the Gobi Desert where there were no signs of human habitation.
Identity was a problem when one was outside. In theory, the Country of Ye did not prohibit the free movement of civilians. However, in practice, there were many checkpoints and it was very troublesome!
Lou Xiaoyi had the title of Literary Scholar, which was the best and most effective qualification to pass through the checkpoints. However, he did not use it. Instead, he used a fake identity that he got from the black market. This was what businessmen liked to do the most. It could prevent people from knowing their trade secrets, sources of goods, and routes.
For Lou Xiaoyi, he did not want people to know his background. He did not want people to know that his nest was in Pu City and that there were two defenseless old ladies there.
He had to give Lou Province a relatively quiet environment so that they would not be affected by his right and wrong in the cultivation world.
In other words, when it was necessary to make a move, there was no need to be afraid of anything.
He didn't say anything along the way. He ate when he needed to and slept when he needed to. He was just like a normal traveler. He didn't show any difference.
Lou Xiaoyi did not appear in his scholarly appearance. Instead, he was dressed like a Jianghu man. He wore a bamboo hat, a straw raincoat, a long sword, and a silk scarf around his mouth and nose. He was originally bright and handsome, and now he was dressed like a young hero who had traveled the Jianghu. In fact, it was to satisfy the yearning in his heart for this kind of life. It also attracted the attention of many village women. At the very least, every night when he stayed at the inn, there would always be a note passed through the crack of the door.
He wasn't averse to this kind of behavior, but it wasn't appropriate for him to do it now. Moreover, he didn't know if he could resist those unspeakable diseases with his current physical condition.
When they passed by the small forest, there was also a delicate cry from inside. "Young hero, save me!"
Wasn't this too fake? Even with his ability as a cultivator, he couldn't see through the forest, so how could the people inside see the outside clearly? 'You still know that I'm a young hero?' Not Lao Xia? Official?
Thus, he replied loudly, "Young lady, don't be alarmed! Let me teach you a lesson. If you can't resist, then just quietly enjoy it! "
He galloped past, and vicious curses came from behind.
"Enjoy your ass! Little bastard, if you fall into my hands one day, I'll make sure you're not dead! "
This was also the Jianghu.
Reality proved that if you really didn't want to cause trouble, then there would definitely be no trouble! Those who wished they could go through ten or eight pits along the way were definitely thinking of water …
Along the way, he only stopped in An Shun Prefecture for three days. He found the most famous craftsman there to make clay figurines for the two old madams. However, these things couldn't be completed in a short period of time. They needed to be baked in a kiln. It would take time.
Lou Xiaoyi arrived at An Shun's boundary after sixteen days. Traveling a thousand li was so slow, not because he was sightseeing, but because the road to the south was harder to travel. There was no straight line to speak of. If he encountered a lake, he would have to take a big detour. If he encountered a river, he would have to go up and down to find a crossing. There were also more and more paddy fields, so riding a horse was impossible.
This was a very good lesson. If you couldn't fly, then you had better choose a transportation tool according to the environment, and not just based on your own preferences.
Crane Mountain was very famous in An Shun Prefecture, so famous that almost everyone knew about it!
It was also the most famous Taoist mountain in An Shun Prefecture. There were countless Taoist temples, and it was said that they were all very efficacious.
However, Crane Mountain wasn't just a mountain, but a mountain range. There were countless peaks. The north and south foothills were filled with incense, and people weaved in and out. Only the remote west foothills were rarely visited. There were rumors that fierce beasts lurked there, poisonous fog lingered, and the mountains were high and deep. Whether it was true or false, it could also be a rumor released by a hidden orthodoxy.
There was a small town under the west foothills. The environment was almost isolated from the rest of the world, and the economy was self-sufficient. This was the cultivation market, Xian Lai Town.
On this day, a young hero came to the town entrance. He was riding two horses, and he wore a bamboo hat, a straw raincoat, and fast boots. His mouth and nose were covered with a silk scarf, leaving only a pair of bright eyes exposed. He carried a long sword on his back, and his figure was slender. He looked like a heroic young man!
The young man knew the rules, but he didn't ride his horse into the town. This was a self-restraint every time he went to a strange place, especially a small place in the countryside. It didn't matter in a big city, because it was originally very noisy, and no one would care if you rode a horse or not. However, it was different in a small place, because small places were very quiet. The villagers were very united, and they hated outsiders riding horses. The streets were narrow, so bumping into people, kicking dogs, and disturbing people's dreams were all annoying behavior.
As the sun set in the west, Lou Xiaoyi led his horse into the town. The afterglow cast a long shadow of his back. He was mysterious, free and easy, and walked alone. A faint melancholy aura spread out, just like a picture scroll!
A few young girls in the town laughed and pointed at him. They chattered in slang and giggled. Their voices were clear, and they were healthy. Lou Xiaoyi liked it very much …
In the evening, smoke rose from the kitchen chimneys of every family, and the smell of food floated in the air of this late autumn town. Lou Xiaoyi realized that he was hungry!
There was only one main street in the town, and the rest were small alleys. He could see the end of them at a glance. There were also a few farmhouse restaurants. The half-opened curtains rippled in the breeze. Among them, there was one that he liked very much. It read:
"I don't ask for eight bows, just one!"
It was a very elegant advertising slogan!
He led his horse over. No one came out to receive him in this small place, so he could only find a post outside and tie the horse up. He put on the tightest little bundle, lifted the curtain, and entered the restaurant.
"Shopkeeper, a bowl of noodles! Put more minced meat. I want a big bowl, not coriander or garlic! "
A few chuckles sounded in the restaurant. Even with his strong hearing, he couldn't tell where they came from. There were both men and women, and they were all very young!
Late autumn, a small town, sunset, smoke … and a young man who was pretending to be a minced meat!
Lou Xiaoyi didn't care. He was a thick-skinned person. After adapting to the dim lighting in the restaurant, he sat down at the only empty table left. Next to him was an old man. He was alone. When he saw Lou Xiaoyi sit down, he raised his cup to greet him.
Before Lou Xiaoyi could reply, the old man had already said, "Young man! Can you understand the local language of Xianlai? "
Lou Xiaoyi shook his head blankly. He didn't know what the old man was trying to say.
The old man said seriously, "Just now, a few local girls on the street were laughing in their local language.
The sun is not hot in late autumn, so why do they need a bamboo hat to block the sun? There is little rain at the end of autumn, so why do they need a straw cape to protect their bodies? The waterways in the south are crisscrossed, so it's hard to go through the mud! It's also not the pollen season, so it's ridiculous to cover your face with a scarf! "
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