Chapter 307: Wild Geese Flying Over the Plains
Chapter 307: Wild Geese Flying Over the Plains
Baitang Town, located at the foot of Mount Heng, prospers due to its business of medicinal materials and precious woods.
The beginning of June is the peak season for shipping, but the nights are not deserted either. The restaurants, inns, brothels, gambling houses, and shops that depend on them have lanterns of different sizes, numbers, and colors hanging in front of their doors, illuminating the eyes of the local boys and foreigners on the street.
"Look at it!"
"A nun riding a man, how interesting..."
"This little nun looks quite pretty, but it's a pity that she has shaved her head."
"Bald heads don't matter, I just like bald heads..."
A man in black robe was walking on the street carrying a little nun on his back. Under the dim light, the man was handsome and the woman was pretty, attracting many obscene glances, all of which had meaningful smiles on their faces.
"Master Zhang, you... you better put me down."
"The four elements of Buddhism are empty, and the little master has a pure heart. In fact, there is no need to pay too much attention to gossip."
"No, I...I think..."
Yi Lin said half a sentence and then stopped, her voice choked with sobs.
Zhang Yu carried her on his back and walked forward for more than ten steps, but still did not see the clinic. There were two food stalls on the side of the road with stoves lit on the street. Business was good. The one on the left was selling fried game. There were two skinned yellow rabbits and half a wild boar leg hanging on the wall. The spatula was flying, the air was filled with spicy aroma, and every table was full.
"Boss, two bowls of vegetarian noodles, please."
"Okay, please sit down for a moment, sir."
The noodle stall on the right is much quieter. The owner is a kind old man. He was very happy to see two customers coming.
Zhang Yu picked a table near the inside where the lights were dim, and helped Yi Lin sit down.
After taking off the mysterious sword box and placing it on the ground, he heaved a sigh of relief, sat down, took the teapot, poured a bowl of hot water and handed it over, only to see tears in the little nun's eyes.
"Little Master, are you in pain?"
Yilin shook her head.
"Then why are you crying?"
Yi Lin didn't say anything.
Zhang Yu looked around and said with a smile, "If you keep crying, people will think I really did something to you."
Upon hearing this, Yi Lin quickly wiped her eyes, glanced at Zhang Yu, hesitated for a moment, and asked in a low voice.
"Donor Zhang, am I really that heavy?"
“It’s not heavy.”
The little nun was in perfect condition and weighed less than 100 kilograms.
Yi Lin lowered her head and said aggrievedly, "Then why was it so strenuous for you to carry me on your back? It was like carrying a mountain?"
Zhang Yu was stunned when he heard this. He didn't expect that the little nun still cared about this, and then he burst into laughter.
Yi Lin said aggrievedly: "You...what are you laughing at?"
Seeing that she was about to cry again, Zhang Yu quickly said, "Okay, okay, I won't laugh."
He pointed at the black bundle placed beside the table, on which there were still the cuts made by Tian Boguang. Fortunately, the sword case inside was also pitch black, so nothing could be seen.
"Little Master, don't cry. You are not heavy at all. It is my bag that is heavy."
Yi Lin looked at the long black bag. It wasn't particularly big.
Zhang Yu smiled and said, "Young Master, you don't believe it? You have to give it a try."
Yi Lin slightly turned her body and pulled the bundle standing on the ground, but it didn't move at all, as if it had taken root. She then burst into laughter, but then she restrained her expression, as if she felt that a monk should not care too much about these things.
Zhang Yu smiled secretly in his heart. Even though he was a monk and had shaved his head, he was still 28 years old and in his prime, so it was inevitable that he still cared about his appearance.
"My two guests, Su Mian is here."
Zhang Yu was really hungry. He finished his meal in no time and asked for two more bowls.
"Sir, the noodles are here."
……
"Sir, the noodles are coming again..."
Finally, the little nun Yilin slowly finished her bowl of noodles, and there were already eight empty bowls piled in front of Zhang Yu. The noodle stall owner was smiling happily, as this single order of business was equivalent to eight orders. He glanced at his busy competitors across the street and thought, it’s not the number of customers that matters, but the quality.
"Little Master, lift your right leg and place it on the bench."
Zhang Yu turned around and pulled out a bench.
Yi Lin was a little hesitant, but still did as she was told. In her mind, Donor Zhang was a handsome, kind-hearted, first-class gentleman, so how could he have any bad intentions?
"It will be a little painful at first, you have to be patient."
Zhang Yu put the monk's shoe aside, took off his silk socks, and saw that his right foot was red and swollen like a radish.
Yi Lin blushed and whispered, "Okay."
The Lin family's book "The Dragon-Catching and Acupuncture-Pointing Hand" can only be considered second-rate in terms of martial arts and fighting skills, but it is a great treasure in curing diseases and saving lives, pushing blood stasis through acupuncture points, and treating external and internal injuries. After all, rare medicines such as Baiyun Xiongdan Pills and Bawei Tianhong Pills are not easy to refine, and are still in the hands of large sects. When traveling around the world, they may not always have them with them. With this skill, at Zhang Yu's current level, it is not difficult to treat some bruises and external injuries.
"here we go!"
Zhang Yu knew the problem at a glance. He bent two fingers and pressed on the Taibai and Yongquan acupoints at the same time. The subtle true Qi slowly penetrated into the meridians like a golden needle, unblocking the blood stasis.
"Hmm~"
Yi Lin bit her lip and supported herself on the edge of the table with both hands to prevent herself from making any sound.
After a while.
"All right!"
"So fast?"
Yi Lin was a little surprised.
Zhang Yu smiled and said, "It's not a big problem. Just go down and walk around."
It will take some time for the blood stasis to dissipate and the swelling to go away, so he said before that he would be fully recovered after a night's sleep.
The little nun put on her shoes and socks by herself and put her feet on the ground. As expected, she only felt slight pain. Compared with before, she felt more than 90% better. She was even more impressed with Zhang Yu's medical skills.
"Thank you, Mr. Zhang!"
The noodle stall owner was close by and knew that the two men's actions were not frivolous or disrespectful, but were just for healing. He did not think it was strange, but felt that the male customer's medical skills were amazing. When he turned around to busy himself, he saw three or four men coming towards him from the opposite side of the street with swords in their hands.
"What a pretty little nun, hiding in the dark and stealing wild men."
The leader was none other than Jia Renda, a disciple of Qingcheng Sect. He was originally the same species as Pi Renqiu and was a lustful person. Because he failed to protect Yu Renyan, he had no hope of becoming one of the top four beauties. He was drinking alone and saw a little nun coming over. She was pretty but her shoes and socks were taken off. It was obvious that she was not a decent person, so he couldn't help but feel a little lustful.
"Where did this mad dog come from, barking in the street?"
Zhang Yu took a quick glance at the four people and knew they were disciples of the Qingcheng Sect.
Jia Renda's face was gloomy, and he walked towards the table with a sneer: "Interesting, really interesting!"
"Sir, you misunderstood. When you are out, be friendly...ah!"
Jia Renda raised his hand and pushed away the noodle stall owner who came forward to mediate. He deliberately had a bad intention and pushed him towards the stove, knocking over the pot of boiling soup, which splashed on the owner's buttocks, causing several blisters and making him scream in pain.
"Minding your own business! This is what happens to you."
He looked at the little nun's shoes that had not yet been put on, and swallowed his saliva: "What a wild nun, you look so cute, which nunnery did you escape from? Why are you doing such a frivolous thing in the street?"
Yi Lin whispered, "You misunderstood. This donor was treating me just now."
"Treat illnesses? I can do that, too. I use acupuncture to treat acupuncture points..."
The three Qingcheng Sect disciples behind him burst into laughter upon hearing this.
Zhang Yu glanced at them and said in a deep voice: "The Qingcheng Sect is used to bullying the weak and bullying men and women. Do you have any other skills?"
Jia Renda turned his gaze towards him and sneered, "You have a keen eye. You actually recognized your father's identity. How dare you seek death?"
Yi Lin heard that the other party was from the Qingcheng Sect. She had heard her master and uncle mention it in the sect. As they were both from the righteous sect, she wanted to calm the dispute and said quickly, "Brother, I am Yi Lin, a disciple of the Baiyun Temple of the Hengshan Sect. My master, Master Dingyi, has mentioned Master Yu of your sect many times. He is highly skilled in Taoism and martial arts, and has been a great figure in Bashu for many years."
When Jia Renda heard the name of the 'Hengshan School', he was slightly surprised. Those nuns were not easy to deal with. In the past, he would have just let it go. However, he had just drunk a few glasses of wine and had said some harsh words, so he felt embarrassed. What's more, this little nun was really attractive.
"A disciple of Hengshan Sect?"
He looked around and saw that there were no nuns from the Hengshan School present, so he could only pretend to be confused.
"What a wild nun! You pretended to be a disciple of Hengshan and defiled the holy land of Buddhism. I will teach you a lesson on behalf of Master Dingyi."
Yi Lin quickly defended herself, "I didn't."
"Hmph, Master Dingyi, we are in Hengshan City right now, how can you be alone with a man? Is this also the Buddhist rule of Baiyun Temple?" "I..."
Zhang Yu smiled and said, "Little Master, don't explain to him. How can a man and a dog make sense?"
Jia Renda looked at the man in black robes who was sitting at the table with his back to him, and said with a grin, "Damn it! I'll give you one chance. Kneel down, kowtow three times, call me grandpa three times, and let me play with this pretty nun for a while, and I'll forgive you, my bastard."
Zhang Yu looked back at him and said, "It's too late."
"What's late?"
"Now I refuse to forgive you."
"How shameless! You are courting death!"
Jia Renda drew out his sword with a clang, stood up sideways, spread his arms, and stabbed the long sword in his right hand towards the back of his heart.
Flat sand falling wild goose style!
"Donor Zhang, be careful!"
Yi Lin quickly reminded him.
"Humph!"
Zhang Yu chuckled, slid his butt to the end, and stood up the entire bench to block the incoming sword. He then turned around and sat down. When the bench fell down, it just happened to press down the long sword. Seeing the horror on Jia Renda's face, he raised his right foot and kicked upwards.
"boom!"
Jia Renda's sword slipped out of his hand, and his body flew backwards three or four feet away, with his butt sitting right on the burning stove, which was more severe than being scalded by boiling water.
"what!"
A pig-slaughtering howl suddenly rang out in Baitang Town.
Several people rushed forward, "Brother Jia!"
Jia Renda jumped up instantly, and the clothes on his buttocks were instantly burned, emitting flames and a burnt smell of burning pig hair. He lay down on the ground and rolled around, but the fire was not extinguished.
Fortunately, he was an inner sect disciple and had all the necessary clothes and robes, unlike the ordinary disciples of Qingcheng Sect who wore grass skirts, otherwise it would have been even more terrible.
"Brother Jia, are you okay?"
"Put out the fire!"
"Hurry up and call for support, don't let them get away."
The three disciples lifted up the bench and threw it at Jia Renda's butt, but they still couldn't put out the fire. One of them was sharp-eyed and saw a pot of water on the ground. He picked it up and poured it on the ground without caring whether it was hot or cold.
"what!"
There was another round of pig-slaughtering screams.
Jia Renda cried out, "Asshole! Your aunt, that's boiling water..."
However, the fire was finally put out.
He lay on the ground, dying, and felt that his butt was about to be cooked.
For some unknown reason, the Qingcheng Sect deployed a large number of personnel in Baitang Town, 20 to 30 miles away from Hengshan City. However, when Deng Tiegong, the "Flying on the Eaves", rushed to the noodle stall with 50 to 60 people, the two men had disappeared.
"Claiming to be from the Hengshan Sect? Which direction did they go?"
Deng Tiegong asked two men to carry Jia Renda away, then he pulled the noodle stall owner over and asked in a cold voice.
"North...north."
The old man was frightened half to death and pointed tremblingly towards Hengshan City.
"Wu Rendao."
The disciple came over in response. He stood almost as tall as the man on the ledge, and he bent down and lowered his head, showing great respect.
"What do you want, Uncle Deng?"
"Go to Hengshan City immediately and report to Sect Master Yu in detail what just happened."
"Yes, uncle."
Deng Tiegong turned and walked towards the east end of Baitang Town. The Qingcheng Sect was very generous and booked a small inn there for the disciples to stay in. He walked a few steps and suddenly looked back.
The disciple asked, "What happened to Master Deng?"
As far as the eye can see, there are only a few beggars sitting on the street. When they see the customers leave, they immediately rush to grab the leftovers on the table, eating as much as they can before the boss kicks them out.
Deng Tiegong looked for a while, noticed nothing unusual, turned around and continued walking forward.
"Nothing, I just felt like someone was watching us, maybe... I was overthinking it."
"Master, you are worrying too much. They injured someone and should have escaped by now."
Deng Tiegong nodded slightly.
After the group of Qingcheng Sect disciples left, peace returned to the place and everyone ate and drank as usual.
"That young man is really amazing. He defeated the Qingcheng Sect's people with just one move."
"Hehe, of course I'm awesome. If I'm not awesome, how can I hook up with the little nun?"
"Hmph, what a great ass! I don't think the martial arts of that Qingcheng Sect guy are that good. As the saying goes, if you want to be a master of martial arts, you have to practice horse stance for three years. His lower body was obviously unstable, so he was kicked away..."
Everyone was talking animatedly, and each of them was an excellent eloquent speaker.
In the past few days, a large number of gangsters have poured into Hengshan City, and fights often occur. As long as no one is killed, the government dares not intervene and just plays dead.
No one paid any attention to the stinking beggar sitting in the dark on the street, staring in the direction where Deng Tiegong disappeared.
"Qingcheng Sect, Yu Canghai!"
He held half of the remaining fish head in his hand and chewed it up, skin and bones included, and swallowed it one bite after another.
........................
"Oh oh oh oh~"
Four tones, with a beginning, a development, a climax, and an end, gradually becoming louder!
At dawn, the big rooster jumped onto the courtyard wall, crowed loudly and preened its feathers.
There are seven or eight villages between Baitang Town and Hengshan City, with many farmers' houses scattered around, which often receive budget travelers who cannot afford the cost of an inn.
"Little Master, you've slept well, do you want to sleep a little longer?"
The peasant woman was squatting in the yard, chopping pig food with a chopper. Two large wooden plates beside her were already full, and the third would be almost full. She saw the little nun coming out of the room with a simple smile on her face.
Yi Lin looked around but didn't see anyone else.
"Little Master, are you looking for your friend?"
"Where...where did he go?"
"He left before daybreak, having paid for his board and lodging."
"Did he say anything?"
"Just say that the young master is injured and will get better faster if he rests for a while."
Yi Lin walked into the yard and looked at the open gate, feeling lost. She looked down at her right foot, which had recovered as before. She almost forgot that she had been seriously injured yesterday.
"Donor Zhang is right. I'll be fine after a good night's sleep."
In fact, there are many things in the world that are difficult to deal with at the time, but can be made much better after a good night's sleep.
Yi Lin showed a faint smile on her face and was about to reach out to fiddle with the rosary beads when her expression suddenly froze.
Only then did she remember that she had escaped from danger yesterday but had forgotten to find that person to retrieve the rosary.
"What am I doing... This is bad!"
That night, the little nun had completely forgotten about Buddha.
There is a book friend who always speaks up for the author about the word length of the book in the comment section (the story of "Swordsman" is short and will not exceed one million words, etc.), so I... I'd better respond in person.
First of all, I will never write about Zongwu. The world is the world of Swordsman. Once it is written, it is finished. This world is also large enough. If it really needs to be expanded, it can be grafted with contemporary stories. I have written nearly 300 chapters, all of which are excellent, before entering the main storyline of Swordsman. That book friend does not need to worry. If the author really wants to expand, there is no need to follow the path of Zongwu.
{For example: the storyline of Concubine Wan actually laid a foreshadowing, and later a story about the Ming Dynasty can be developed. The storyline of Qian Tengyue and General Wuying can be expanded even more; the Western Regions can also be written about. By the way, I would like to answer a small question. Why do I have to keep the framework of the Ming Dynasty, but change Zhu to Han? It’s not because I hate Zhu, nor is it a personal bad taste, but to leave room for grafting the plot. If it is really a historical year and emperor, there are many things to pay attention to, and the author is not very good at textual research. Sorry.}
It mainly depends on the acceptance level of book lovers and your own determination to continue writing.
To put it bluntly, if a book is written for a long time, not only readers will get bored, but the author will also feel that his writing style and story are not vivid and interesting enough. If I can't please myself, how can I please the readers? Try to overcome this.
It won't be over in just over a million, it should be at least over 200 million. That's how electronic contracts were signed at the time. I don't know if I have to pay compensation for breach of contract, unless it's written to the end, it's really annoying, God will strike me with lightning...
(End of this chapter)