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Chapter 67 Tea Shop
After leaving Hejia Town, the outside world gradually became uneasy. After all, Hejia Town had the Hejia Town, and the He family was also a family of good deeds. Even though the people living nearby had a hard life, they would definitely not be unable to survive, and the surrounding area was relatively stable and peaceful.

But after Li Ming and He Changmiao traveled a hundred miles, the situation changed. Daqing is now facing internal and external troubles, and its reflection on the lives of the grassroots people can be summed up in one word: miserable!

Even if the He family has the intention, how can they, a mere family with just one surname, control the surrounding area for thousands of miles?
So the daily life of the lower class people slowly unfolded before the eyes of the two brothers. At this time, Chang Miao finally understood the real intention of why his master wrote in his suicide note that they were not allowed to ride in cars or horses, and could only walk to Yuhua Mountain on foot.

How can a person who practices Taoism be unaware of the sufferings of the people?

Some people cannot stand it and think that living in seclusion in the mountains is a way to avoid the world and is selfish.

There are also people who cannot bear to watch, so they carry Laojun's sword and come down from the mountain to the mortal world, practicing worldly ways and relying on compassion.

It's just a matter of choice, and perhaps there is no difference in quality.

However, when Li Ming touched the Eight-Gate Dragon-Seeking Plate in his arms, he already knew what Bai Hongzi was expecting.

But he didn't leave any message in the suicide note. Perhaps the choice is still in his hands. Master, you really like to give me difficult problems.

One day, the two were walking on the road. It was noon and the sun was scorching. Although it was early August, it was still very hot, especially since they had been traveling all morning. Chang Miao felt his throat smoking. After all, he did not have Li Ming's martial arts skills. Even though he had some boxing and kicking skills, they were just so-so. That required the mysterious true qi.

"Senior brother, why don't we find a place to rest for a while." Chang Miao licked his lips, looking a little tired.

Li Ming looked ahead and said, "I see a wisp of smoke over there. I wonder if it's a post station or a tea stall. Let's go take a break and have a drink of water."

Chang Miao also looked up, nodded hurriedly, and quickened his pace.

Fortunately, it wasn't too far away, and they finally arrived before Chang Miao was about to get heatstroke. They saw a tea stall with a flag hanging on it with the word "Tea" fluttering on it.

The tea shed was not big, but there were several horses resting around it. It seemed that many people chose to find a place to rest in this scorching sun. The two walked to the door, and Li Ming stretched out his hand and lifted the curtain.

Sure enough, at this moment, the teahouse was not completely full, but it was definitely packed. Li Ming looked around and chose a small table in the corner to sit down. It was indeed quite cool after he entered the door.

Looking at it again now, in this teahouse, there are people wearing silk clothes, short shirts, cloth clothes, and shirtless people. If you count Li Ming and Chang Miao, there are monks and Taoists as well. However, the two of them are not dressed as Taoists, but just wear plain clothes.

"Sir, what would you like to order?"

Just as they were observing the environment for a while, a young man dressed as a waiter came over with a towel on his shoulder and wiped the table where the two of them were sitting.

"A pot of tea and two plates of snacks would be great, thank you." Li Ming said with a smile.

"Okay, a pot of tea and two plates of snacks!" the waiter shouted loudly, and then went to the kitchen to get them.

Soon, a large pot of tea and two plates of simple snacks were brought in: one plate of coarse cakes and one plate of peach cakes. Chang Miao's throat was almost smoking with thirst, and he didn't even bother to eat the snacks. He poured himself a large bowl of tea first, and when he saw that it was hot water, he blew on it several times before taking a sip.

Li Ming couldn't help but smile when he saw Chang Miao's expression. He picked up a piece of coarse bread and took a bite.

At the same time, a dark-faced man dressed as a cook in the kitchen reached out and grabbed a falling white pigeon, and took a small bamboo tube from the pigeon's leg.

"Third brother, is that him?"

The dark-faced man called Lao Qi opened the bamboo tube and poured out a roll of white paper. He then smiled and said, "Exactly. It's here."

He turned around and looked at the man who looked like a scholar sitting in the center and continued, "Two more people who are not ours just came in. Do you want them?" Then he made a gesture of wiping his neck.

The scholar shook his head and said, "If they were all our men, there would be too many clues. Let's deal with it after the matter is resolved."

Then he said seriously, "This matter is of great importance. We must not make any mistakes. We raise soldiers for a thousand days and use them in a moment. You have all received great kindness from our master, and now is the time to serve!"

"I know!" A one-eyed old man with graying hair and a large pipe in his hand sneered. "Don't even mention me, One-Eyed Old Du. We've even sent out the 'Blue Sky Sword'. How could there be any accidents?"

"Old Du, don't underestimate him. After all, he is the third in command of Hengtong Escort Agency. He has mastered the martial arts of horizontal training. I may not be able to defeat him in a one-on-one fight." A middle-aged man holding a long sword in his arms said lightly.

"One on one?" An old woman with a missing front tooth sneered, and her laughter made people feel cold all over. No matter how ferocious the people around her looked, they seemed to be afraid of her. The kitchen was not big, but she occupied a corner by herself.

"We're not here to fight you one-on-one. I'll take action if necessary! But Yue Yongfeng's body must belong to me. He's an outer disciple of the Vajra Temple. If I give this body to Old Ling, we can exchange it for a lot of goodies."

Then she chuckled, and the air leaked out from her missing front teeth, making her laugh sound a little strange, which made the people around her subconsciously take a step back. Even the Qingming Sword felt a slight chill in its heart, because this person was good at unconventional methods. If she fell into her hands, the end would be three times worse than Lingchi.

If there were any gangsters here at this moment, they would surely be shocked. No matter whether it was the black-faced man, the bloody-handed butcher Wang Laosan, or the one-eyed Lao Du who was blind in one eye, they were all well-known figures in the underworld.

However, they were several points behind Qingming Jian. He was one of the top ten swordsmen in the world ten years ago, but he had disappeared for many years. No one expected that he would be here hanging out with them at this moment.

I don’t know who has the ability to gather these masters from both the black and white worlds together.

The man who looked like a scribe seemed to be the leader. He made a few simple arrangements and then emphasized them again.

"Everyone, the Lord has never failed to provide for you all, and even your families have been well fed and well slept. You all know the consequences if you make a mistake!"

Everyone nodded silently, and Qingming Jian sighed in his heart. He had no intention of getting involved with these people, but his family members were in the hands of others. Even if it was against morality, what could he do? Maybe when he was twenty years old, he could still kill his relatives for the sake of justice, but now, it was only worth a sigh in his heart.

(End of this chapter)