Returning from the end of the fairy road

Chapter 32 Conflict
On the mountain climbing stone steps of Qinfeng, Chu Tianming slowly climbed down the steps with his hands behind his back.

Xiaoyin held the purple xuan wooden box in her arms, feeling very happy.

The groom was half a step behind and followed with his head lowered.

Suddenly, the groom said: "Sir, there are a few horse thieves down the mountain. I will go down first to kill them off."

Chu Tianming said calmly: "It's just a few little bugs, no need to pay attention to them."

The groom responded: "Yes, there are a lot of young masters."

At the foot of Qinfeng Mountain, there is a purple bamboo forest.

The purple bamboos in the forest are luxuriant, and each section seems to be carved from amethyst. The purple bamboo forest is filled with clouds, which is like a dream and is full of poetry and painting.

There was a carriage tied to one of the bamboos at the edge of the bamboo forest.

At this moment, Zi Qiuyun, a young man in brocade clothes, was standing to the side with his hands behind his back, his eyes firmly fixed on a young boy who was unbridging a horse.

The boy's forehead was covered with sweat beads as big as beans. He tried his best, but the reins that the groom casually tied did not move at all.

Watching the boys around him go up to relieve him one by one, and retreat one by one in defeat, his brows furrowed more and more tightly, with a look of displeasure written all over his face.

When the last boy failed, a large cloud gathered on Zi Qiuyun's face.

He pointed at the noses of these people and cursed angrily, "What a waste. You can't even take off the reins. Why did I spend so much money raising you? Get away!"

While Zi Qiuyun was scolding, he had already drawn out the sword he was wearing with a clang, and without saying a word, he struck at the horse's reins.

"Not enough success, more than enough failure, it's a waste of our time!"

"Chong!"

When the blade of the sword fell on the horse's reins, it made a sound like gold and stone. Zi Qiuyun felt a huge force passing along the sword body, which made his arms feel sore. The sword in his hand also responded in unison. It broke and turned into fragments.

This……

The boys' eyes popped out when they saw it. There was silence around the purple bamboo forest, and an awkward atmosphere quietly brewed.

Zi Qiuyun's complexion was very ugly. If the sword was broken, it would be small, but if it was brushed, it would be big. If he can't handle a carriage today, how will he convince the crowd in the future?
He narrowed his eyes, and a storm was brewing in the gaps between his eyes.

The boy next to him swallowed deeply.

There was also a young boy who risked his life to step forward and whispered: "Your Highness, the owner of the carriage seems to be here..."

Zi Qiuyun gave the boy a cold look, which made him sweat.

"Don't be nervous." He patted the young man's shoulder gently, "The reminder is worthy of merit. The merit will be equal to the fault, so I won't punish you."

Hearing this, the young servant felt as if he had received an amnesty, while the rest of the servants had bitter faces and sore hearts.

Zi Qiuyun slowly turned his gaze to the stone steps, where Chu Tianming and the others had just finished the last step.

Zi Qiuyun narrowed his eyes.

Chu Tianming looked indifferent.

But Chu Tianming just glanced at him indifferently and didn't pay much attention to him, and then continued to move towards the carriage.Seeing this, the groom took two quick steps to the edge of the purple bamboo forest to untie the horse's reins.

But at this moment, a young man suddenly blocked the road and said, "Old man, please wait a moment. This is our Highness's carriage. There are many people waiting, so it is best not to get too close to avoid misunderstanding."

The groom shook his head and said, "Don't joke, little brother, this is our young master's carriage."

The boy was obviously a roundworm in Zi Qiuyun's belly. Hearing this, he immediately smiled and said, "The old man was wrong. It was your young master's carriage before, but now it belongs to my highness."

The boy spoke calmly, but with a very firm tone. As he spoke, he stopped paying attention to the groom and focused his attention on Chu Tianming.

A servant is indeed not qualified enough to talk too much to the famous person in front of him, Zi Qiuyun.

The young man looked at Chu Tianming, smiled, and said, "This servant is not sensible. I hope that my little brother will discipline him more in the future. As for your carriage, my Highness wants it. Please give me a price."

Chu Tianming looked at Zi Qiuyun calmly.

Zi Qiuyun also glanced at him, then frowned, and walked towards the servant.

The boy smiled flatteringly.

But Zi Qiuyun suddenly raised his hand and slapped him hard, causing the boy to spin around in circles several times.

After the boy stopped, he was sweating profusely and did not dare to cover his face. He knelt down on the ground and shouted to His Highness for mercy.

Zi Qiuyun ignored him and looked at Chu Tianming.

First, both sides looked at each other indifferently for about a few breaths.

Then Zi Qiuyun spoke first, pointed at the young man, and said: "He said something wrong, so I beat him. Your carriage broke my sword, so from now on, the carriage belongs to me as compensation."

overbearing.

An unreasonable and domineering one.

This made Xiaoyin frown tightly.

But Chu Tianming remained indifferent.

"That's not my carriage, it's my groom's." He said lightly.

Zi Qiuyun looked at the coachman and said in a casual tone: "That's easy to handle. It's just a servant. Even if you kill me, it won't be enough to pay for my sword. You can follow me in the carriage for the rest of your life." Driving for me, for my driving, can be regarded as compensating for my loss."

After saying that, he turned around and prepared to leave.

"You seem to have misunderstood me. You are disturbing my groom."

The faint words, caught by the wind, fell lightly into Zi Qiuyun's ears, causing Zi Qiuyun's footsteps to stop suddenly.

"Then..." Zi Qiuyun turned his head slowly, with frost in his indifferent eyes, "What do you mean?"

Chu Tianming looked calm and only uttered one word.

"roll."

(End of this chapter)