Escape from the desert with aura: I am the only native in the whole family

Chapter 575 Disciple, Do You Die First Or I Die First?

"What's the matter?" Ah Jiu lay on the window of the carriage and looked out.

Even the people walking back and forth on the street were more or less wearing white silk, and no bright clothes were seen.

It was as if someone important had died.

Rows of people dressed in hemp and mourning were tied up with ropes, and one by one they were escorted out of the city by soldiers wearing white-tasseled helmets.

This time, I was finally able to stay in an inn.

Ah Jiu spent money to open a few upper rooms, but as soon as he entered, he felt that the atmosphere was not right.

When the front desk collected the bill, the shopkeeper obviously had a knife on his back waist.

Even the waiter in the shop who brought tea and water was full of murderous eyes, and he didn't even have any enthusiasm for entertaining guests.

Behind the wooden bonsai placed in the corner, there are obviously a few darts hidden.

Looking around gives people a feeling of murderous intent.

"Let's go." Wang walked upstairs with her hands behind her back.

Xue Zhen carried the immobile Peng Chao heel-to-heel up the stairs.

Ah Jiu lowered his eyes and was about to step up the stairs, but retracted again: "Shopkeeper, what are you doing outside?"

Then the shopkeeper opened the corner of his mouth and smiled and said:
"Oh, King Qiqi of Qiming, built a mausoleum, and granted permission to be buried outside Qiming City."

As soon as these words came out, Ah Jiu realized that those people were escorted to repair the mausoleum, but King Qi Ming had been dead for several months, so why did they only build it now.

Ah Jiu didn't dare to continue asking, for fear of revealing her feet:
"It's a pity that King Qi Ming died young."

The hand of the shopkeeper's planner suddenly stopped, and when he looked up at Ah Jiu, the smile on his mouth disappeared.

This made Ah Jiu's heart sink, did he say the wrong thing?

Unexpectedly, the shopkeeper cupped his hands and said, "Young lady is wise."

Ah Jiu gasped, saluted and went upstairs.

Back in her guest room, Xue Zhen was waiting for her unexpectedly.

Ah Jiu hurriedly closed the door: "Xue Zhen, King Qi Ming is supposed to be a guilty minister. Now that the emperor has rushed back to the capital to stabilize the court, how could he be allowed to be buried in such a grand manner?"

Xue Zhen sighed and said: "This is not easy, the art of the emperor, the emperor wants to show his tolerance, and hopes to buy people's hearts with this."

Ah Jiu nodded suspiciously: "It makes sense."

"It's a pity, the people in this city are all showing murderous intent, presumably they also hate King Qi Ming for not overthrowing the government and hold grudges."

Xue Zhen didn't say anything more, but Ah Jiu also understood that the current emperor is not a good person.

In this way, in the hearts of the people, although King Qi Ming is cruel, but now the court has returned to the past, there are always some resentful people.

That night, Ah Jiu slept very unsteadily, and always felt that she could hear screams even in her dreams.

Fortunately, they only stayed for one night, and it was very peaceful when they left the next day.

The carriage left Qiming City slowly, and it was already a full month later when it arrived at the capital.

Ah Jiu fell asleep and woke up. When he woke up, he ate something and either meditated or slept. Finally, he arrived in the capital city a month later.

The monuments of Yuan Yanqian are immortal, and the stars and dragons are wonderful. Ah Jiu planned to take his disciples to follow grandma to climb the Zhenwu Peak. Who knows that only halfway up the climb, Ah Jiu can see the entire capital city.

She never dreamed that after the baptism of war and drought, the capital city in the distance would be so prosperous.

The turrets are as intricate as distant mountains, the lights and feasts are as green as rosy clouds, and the buildings are surrounded by mountains and green. When viewed in the evening, it is shrouded in a layer of mist.

Like a dream, like entering a dreamland.

Ah Jiu thought, after so many years of drought and so long displacement, those people never dreamed that such a prosperous place existed.

"It's beautiful, isn't it?" Wang couldn't stand it any longer: "It's true that the world is prosperous, but at the flick of a finger, everything is just a dream. If you immerse yourself in it, you will be unable to extricate yourself."

Only then did Ah Jiu regain her senses. Her understanding was different from grandma's, but she didn't know how to refute at this moment.

At this moment, Ah Jiu found that although he had climbed half of the mountain in front of him, there was no way up the mountain.

It is a cliff, and there is a rope bridge on the edge of the cliff, which is connected to the opposite mountain peak.

In this way, Ah Jiu glanced at the abyss below and felt very unsafe.

Xue Zhen is a long-time stranger, but at the moment he is very calm: "Senior, let's go over this cable bridge, and the opposite is Zhenwu Peak."

Unexpectedly, without saying a word, Mrs. Wang grabbed Peng Chao from Xue Zhen's back and stomped on the ground with one foot.

Ah Jiu obviously felt the shock coming from under her feet. When she raised her eyes, grandma was already holding Peng Chao's feet with one hand behind her back, stepping into the void with the other to face the wind.

Xue Zhen's pupils were stunned, damn it, he really is the weakest.

Ah Jiu looked confused: "Xue Zhen, we two... let's crawl over."

Xue Zhen cupped his hands and said, "Master is wise."

"Teacher, start climbing, you or I first." Ah Jiu straightened her back, thinking that as long as she didn't look at the abyss below, she would definitely be able to climb over such a thick iron chain.

(End of this chapter)