Wan Jian returns to his clan!

Chapter 31 You're sick, and seriously sick at that.

In his previous life, Lu Wubing had read many stories.

He knew that in this world where order was not very good, ordinary roadside shops were accident hotspots.

Once you go in, trouble will arise even if there was nothing wrong.

But then again.

It is in these small shops that customers, once they stop by, can't help but chat.

They will talk about some interesting things that have happened recently.

It helps them understand the current situation.

Although Senior Sister Xiaolan didn't say it aloud, she just complained of being thirsty...

But Lu Wubing knew that his senior sister was actually worried about the battle at Huling Pass, how the Guanghan Martial Uncle of Mingyue Palace was doing, and whether his father had been in any trouble.

With the Northern Zhou's demonic sect experts heading south, no one can guarantee that those who arrive won't be top-tier masters.

just in case……

Also, has the Tianxing Sect received any news and sent more people to provide support?

Has the mother who guards the mountain gate also come down the mountain?
The two walked for seven or eight days deep in Hengshan.

It can be said that all communication was cut off.

Lu Wubing was alright; when he was hungry, he would hunt wild game to eat; when he was thirsty, he would drink mountain spring water; and when he was tired, he would lie down and sleep facing the wind...

He even managed to find time to cultivate the [Dripping Water Force] until he opened up the second meridian.

He even practiced the move "White Rainbow Piercing the Sun" to the point of 183,000 sword strikes.

Only 17,000 sword strikes are needed to glimpse the splendor of the perfected state of the first sword technique.

The "Fangcunbu" technique was also run 27,000 times.

Although still at the proficiency level, it has made a small but significant step forward.

However, lightness skill and internal energy cultivation are not the same as a single sword strike. Each repetition takes more time, and the cultivation speed is slightly slower.

As long as there is no immediate danger, he quietly practices his skills and improves himself, without worrying about anything.

Ouyang Lan was different. Perhaps because girls are more sentimental, she couldn't eat or sleep well for the next two days.

As soon as they left Hengshan and saw people, they were incredibly excited.

"Go if you want to. Anyway, we're not far from home. The most important thing is to eat quickly and hurry on our way."

Lu Wubing has always been very considerate.

There was no attempt to dissuade Senior Sister Xiaolan from her idea.

"Ah."

Ouyang Lan nodded emphatically. When she walked to the door, she saw that the store was bustling with activity and business was booming, with no empty seats available.

She looked troubled and was about to turn and leave when she heard someone call out.

"Young heroes, it's better to meet by chance than by chance. I happen to have an empty seat here, why don't you squeeze in?"

The speaker was a scholar in a blue robe, about thirty years old, with a smiling face, beautiful eyebrows and eyes, and a gentle and pleasant demeanor.

Beside him sat a woman. She didn't look very old, but her face was covered in pockmarks, her eyes were cold, and she sat there motionless.

There seemed to be something off between the man and the woman.

The wine pot and dishes on the table were no longer steaming, but no one touched them.

"That's annoying."

Lu Wubing's gaze swept over the pockmarked woman, and he smiled and agreed.

Because, to his surprise, he saw that the sickly cat, which had been listless the whole way, actually ran over there on its own, drawn by the scent.

For some reason, the little guy seemed quite interested in the pockmarked woman, jumping onto her and meowing repeatedly.

This is strange.

Lu Wubing secretly exchanged a glance with Ouyang Lan, and was also full of surprise when he saw his senior sister.

He immediately pulled out a stool and sat down.

"Shopkeeper, please order a few more hot dishes."

The scholar in blue rolled up his sleeves, took two cups from the side, and poured wine with great enthusiasm. "You two are exceptionally distinguished, like elegant and refined young men. You are clearly young heroes from a prestigious sect. It is truly an honor to drink with you at the same table."

This person has a good appearance and a good attitude.

Although the invitation was rather presumptuous, it wasn't offensive.

Even Lu Wubing had to admit that the other party was exceptionally handsome.

It has a strong affinity and appeal.

"Forget about the alcohol. My master has instructed me not to touch it while traveling."

Lu Wubing declined, but then looked at the dishes. There was meat, fish, soup, and wild vegetables.

The aroma was so enticing that it made my mouth water.

Upon hearing this, Ouyang Lan was slightly taken aback and remained silent.

But the pockmarked woman suddenly spoke up.

"Oh ho, you pretty boy are quite cautious, what's the point of pretending?"

When you're out and about, the more defensive you appear, the more it reveals your lack of experience in the ways of the world. Aside from a pretty face, he's utterly useless.

"Ok?"

Lu Wubing and Ouyang Lan suddenly turned their heads and looked strangely at the pockmarked girl beside them.

The reason she was called a young girl was that, although this pockmarked woman was so ugly that one couldn't bear to look at her for long, her voice was extremely pleasant.

Like pearls falling onto a jade plate, the sound is crisp and melodious.

However, no matter how pleasant the voice is, it becomes less enjoyable when paired with such a handsome appearance.

Besides, he was swearing.

"What are you looking at? And you too. You look like a lovesick fool, completely bewitched by this pretty boy, aren't you?"

You'll regret this one day. Ugh... Just looking at you two makes me uncomfortable. It's infuriating!

"Brother, please don't be offended. My wife has experienced a tragic event in her family and has been traumatized, causing her to have some mental issues."

For some reason, they especially cannot bear to see young men and women.

The scholar in the blue robe pointed to his forehead, his face full of apology.

He said this, and immediately his face softened. He carefully scooped up a small bowl of soup and said softly, "Don't be angry, my wife. Getting angry is bad for your health. You should drink some soup."

The shopkeeper said this mutton bone soup had been simmering for three hours, making it incredibly nourishing.

Although the person's movements were gentle, the spoon was precise and firm.

A mouthful of meat broth was fed to the pockmarked girl, silencing her.

Of course, it's only temporary.

Having just taken a sip of the minced meat soup, the pockmarked girl turned her head and started cursing again.

However, this time it's specifically targeting the scholar in blue.

"Don't pretend to be a good person with me. You just learned a set of sword techniques from the Dongyi people by selling your ditch."

With his slicked-back hair and pretty face, he seduced the disciples of Spirit Butterfly Valley and stole their lightness skills…

"Stop scolding me, stop scolding me. I know, that's just who I am. If you really don't like the food at this restaurant, my wife, I'll go kill two chicks and cook it for you myself later."

"Alas, my wife's illness is getting worse. She imagines all sorts of absurd stories, which is truly laughable to you both."

The scholar in blue had a dark complexion, but unusually, he was not angry and his emotions were extremely stable.

They still treated Lu Wubing and his companion with great hospitality, and even thoughtfully ladled a bowl of soup for each of them.

They acted like hospitable hosts.

"I think she's not sick; it's you who's sick, and quite seriously so."

Lu Wubing said with a smile.

He looked at the two bowls of mutton soup in front of him and shook his head.

Upon hearing this, Ouyang Lan's muscles tensed, and she placed her hand on the hilt of her sword.

No matter how outlandish these words may seem, if Junior Brother says them, then they must be true, and there must be a reason behind them.

Although she didn't think at all that the pockmarked girl wasn't sick.

It's practically terminal.

Especially the other party, who called her a "lovesick fool," almost made Ouyang Lan go berserk. Did you drink soup and get drunk on your eyes?

The surrounding diners suddenly fell silent.

Look at the table near the door.

Clearly, the lively atmosphere at this table also seemed quite unusual to the passersby.

In particular, such bizarre disputes involving handsome men and beautiful women attract even more attention.

Of course, the pockmarked girl's insults also attracted a lot of attention.

The insults were fresh and vicious enough.

I don't know if it was intentional or unintentional...

…………

Asking for a monthly ticket.

(End of this chapter)