She's going to be a sect boss

Chapter 164 Fork in the Road
He Miao expressed his thoughts, and hurriedly added: "Whether it is necessary or not is your own business."

Cui Husheng thought for a long time before saying cautiously:
"This matter has to be discussed with my mother and younger sister before making a plan. But I would like to thank Ms. He for her suggestion."

He Miao knew that Cui Husheng didn't consider her opinion when he said such a thing.

It's just that he speaks more tactfully.

Thinking about it carefully, the Cui family is a big family after all, how could they listen to her absurd proposal and put the Cui family at the forefront of the storm.

There is a huge difference in background between the two. She was born reckless, and has always been used to being straightforward and decisive.

It is unavoidable that they are out of tune with the Cui family, who are so conservative and euphemistic.

So I didn't care, I just chatted lightly.

Cui Husheng was keenly aware of He Miao's unhappiness, and seeing the boat floating around in the lake, he said in a nonchalant manner:
"There are few boats in Boling, Miss He came by water?"

He Miao shook his head and said, "No, the horse-drawn carriage came with the theater troupe."

It's not something to hide.

Cui Husheng immediately answered: "Miss He, sister and brother, it's really not easy to travel around in this troubled world. This place is far away from the frontier fortress, and it belongs to the jurisdiction of Wei Dudu. Right now, it is relatively peaceful."

He Miao's eyes moved slightly, but he didn't answer.

Cui Husheng continued: "Although the Cui family is no longer as famous as before, the grace of saving lives is unforgettable. The Cui family can be a girl..."

Speaking of this, he paused again, and said: "You can be the support of the girl and the young master in troubled times."

These words are not insincere.

He Miao laughed, a faint smile.

She believed that, at least at this moment, Cui Husheng was sincere.

Along the way, she met many people, and many people wanted to keep her.

Only He Miao has heard a saying since he was a child, "The mountain will fall if you rely on it, but everyone will run if you rely on it."

The world is impermanent, who can be relied on for a lifetime.

Always wanting to find someone to rely on is the origin of many tragedies.

There are many falsehoods in the world, but she is cultivating her heart in the world of mortals.

Even though the world is complicated and criticized by others, she only sticks to her own way and cultivates her own path to immortality.

"Young Master Cui kindly appreciates it."

He Miao flatly refused, and then shouted to Song Zishu who was not far away: "Hey, don't take that one, you can't afford it!"

Just kidding, can she afford such a big lantern?Even if you buy it, where to put it is still a problem.

Cui Husheng wanted to reach out subconsciously, but the woman's figure flashed past him.

Only a long shadow remained in the dim light.

next day
He Miao bid farewell to Cui's family, and set foot on the road with Song Zishu.

Hearing that there was a war ahead, the troupe no longer decided to go north and stayed here.

He Miao had no choice but to spend five hundred copper coins to buy a donkey to ride and continue northward.

She promised old man Xu that she would naturally send his master back to Ghost Valley.Be it Zhan Luan or anything else, she has to go.

Not for anything else, she was only worried that old man Xu would not be able to sleep well.

At the fork in the road, the dawn fog will rest
There is a slight drizzle in the sky, the season of apricot blossom rain when the clothes are wet.

Right now, He Miao was leading an ugly, skinny donkey, and proposed to Song Zishu beside him.

"There are so many wars ahead, even I don't know what will happen, or we should separate here."

She went to Ghost Valley this time, and she narrowly escaped death, bringing Song Zishu, who was not familiar with the world, with her, which was even more troublesome.

It would be fine if she was still a monk in the foundation building period, but unfortunately, now that she has fallen to the ninth floor of the Qi refining period, there may be no hope of building a foundation in this life.

It's okay to deal with these goblins in the world.

But if you really go to the world of cultivating immortals, it's not enough for others to do it all at once.

Ghost Valley is one of the top ten sects in the world of cultivating immortals, and the name of the strategist is very resounding.

Even if she is a mud bodhisattva crossing the river, she cannot protect herself.Really can't carry another oil bottle.

As soon as He Miao opened his mouth, Song Zishu's face turned pale.

He was still holding the revolving lantern from last night in his hand, and when the breeze blew, the revolving lantern started whirring, but Song Zishu's hand was trembling slightly.

"This is 30 taels of silver, which is the remuneration given by the Cui family. I will share [-]% of it with you. I won't deduct your silver for this revolving door, and I will give it to you."

He Miao took out 30 taels of silver from his sleeve, as if to hand it to Song Zishu.

The Cui family gave a total of 100 taels of remuneration, and she gave him 30 taels, which is not considered cheating.

Song Zishu had an aggrieved expression, as if he was about to cry in the next second.He only put his other hand behind his back, resolutely not to take He Miao's money.

"Take it, go home. The world is not so easy to mess with."

He Miao persuaded calmly.

This road was damaged by floods and fires, so it is a miracle that he survived.

Song Zishu may have many secrets, but she has no intention to find out.

In troubled times, she only wanted to take care of herself.

Song Zishu didn't accept the money, so He Miao had no choice but to go forward, trying to put it in his hand.

Silly boy, without any money, I'm going to be hungry again.

It's a pity that Song Zishu didn't want it, and when he struggled, the silver fell into the wet mud on the ground.

He Miao squatted down distressedly, and picked up the silver.

Looking up again, Song Zishu was already angry and went to a small road, which led directly to a nearby mountain.

He Miao raised his eyebrows, wiped off the dirt on the silver, and then got on his little donkey.

She doesn't buy horses, one reason is that she doesn't know how to ride a horse, and she thinks such a big horse is a bit dangerous.Compared with donkeys, they are smaller and easier to control;

Second, and most importantly, a horse costs seven to eighty taels of silver.

She was reluctant to buy it.

If I bought a horse, I would have to drink the northwest wind tomorrow.

Zhang Guo used to ride a donkey backwards, and she joined in the fun by riding a little donkey.

He Miao rode a little donkey and walked along the avenue at a slow pace.

The rain in the sky gradually increased.

Fortunately, on Hongze Lake back then, the water-repelling plants Wu Yanyu gave her were still there, so He Miao was happy and at ease.

Walking in the rain without getting wet.If others saw this strange appearance, they would be shocked.

After walking two or three more steps, the rain became heavier.

He Miao licked his lips, looked back, and there was already a curtain of rain behind him.Song Zishu had long since disappeared.

His water-repellent plants are all lost.

He Miao gritted his teeth, turned the donkey's head, and walked back.

It's all her damned sympathy.

She remembered that just now, Song Zishu was walking along a country road.The mountain road is narrow and rugged, with weeds on both sides, and the rain makes the road even more slippery.

He Miao had no choice but to get off the donkey and led the little donkey to the mountain road.The donkey was stubborn, and after two steps, he refused to go any further.

No matter how much He Miao pulled the rope, it wouldn't move a bit.

He Miao was so angry that he could only tie the little donkey to a nearby tree.On the other hand, he followed the path to find Song Zishu.

"Song Zishu?!"

All over the mountains and plains, apart from the sound of rain, only He Miao's protracted shouts echoed.

Where did this unlucky boy go?
The rain was pattering, but Song Zishu was nowhere to be seen.

The mountains and fields here are so huge, how could He Miao know where Song Zishu had gone.

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