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Wu Xingyun, with his hat brim pulled down, followed behind Wu Feng with steady steps, his expression unreadable.

Wu Feng led them through several streets and arrived at an impressive-looking inn.

The inn is three stories high, with four large red lanterns hanging under the eaves, bearing the four golden characters "Shunhe Inn".

A waiter stood at the door. Seeing them approach, he immediately greeted them with a smile: "Sirs, looking for a room?"

"Does it have a separate courtyard?" Wu Feng asked.

The waiter's eyes lit up, and he nodded repeatedly: "Yes, yes, yes! There are a few secluded courtyards in the back, quiet and suitable for long-term stays. Please follow me, sir."

The three followed the waiter through the lobby, down a corridor, and into the backyard.

The backyard was much quieter than the front, with blue bricks paving the ground and several clumps of green bamboo planted there, the bamboo leaves rustling in the evening breeze.

The courtyard was not large, with four or five side rooms. The gate was painted in vermilion and was half-closed.

The waiter pushed open the courtyard gate and stepped aside to let him pass: "Sir, look, isn't this courtyard spacious enough? There are three main rooms, two side rooms, one kitchen, and the outhouse is in the back. There's also a well in the courtyard, so water is readily available. It only costs thirty taels of silver a month, with meals extra."

Wu Feng went inside to take a look. The main house had three rooms facing south, with bright windows and clean furniture. There were two side rooms on the east side and the kitchen on the west side.

There was indeed a well in the courtyard, with a platform made of bluestone and a wooden bucket and a carrying pole next to it.

Several clumps of green bamboo were planted in the corner of the yard, their verdant leaves adding a touch of elegance to the space.

He nodded, then turned to the waiter: "This is the place. I'll stay for a month."

The waiter beamed, "Alright! Please wait a moment, sir, I'll go get the ledger for you right away."

Wu Feng took out thirty taels of silver from his pocket and handed it to the shop assistant.

The shop assistant took the silver, ran back in a flash, and quickly returned with an account book and pen in his hand.

Wu Feng signed the ledger, and the waiter put it away, then asked with a smile, "Sir, would you like to have dinner in the courtyard or in the main hall?"

"Bring a meal to the courtyard," Wu Feng said. "Make it a feast for the three of us. Also, heat up a pot of good wine."

"Okay!" the waiter replied, turning around and running back.

Wu Feng entered the main house and pushed open the door to the middle room. The room was spacious and clean.

A carved wooden bed with a blue curtain hanging on it; an eight-immortal table with four chairs; a wardrobe against the wall with simple carved patterns on the doors;

There was a desk by the window, on which were the Four Treasures of the Study. Although they were ordinary items, they were complete.

He turned around and came out, looking at Wu Xingyun: "You live in the room on the east side." Then he looked at Li Qinglu, "You live in the room on the west side."

Li Qinglu nodded and went into the room on the west side. Wu Xingyun also went into the room on the east side and closed the door.

Wu Feng stood in the courtyard and looked up at the sky.

As dusk deepened, the last vestiges of orange-red on the horizon faded, replaced by a deep gray-blue.

Several stars have already lit up, twinkling in the eastern sky.

He took a deep breath, and the night breeze carried the fresh scent of bamboo leaves.

He was looking up at the stars when footsteps came from the other end of the corridor. A waiter carrying a food box trotted into the courtyard.

The waiter placed the food box on the stone table, opened the lid, and a waft of hot steam mixed with a fragrant aroma immediately wafted out.

"Sir, the dishes are all ready." The waiter announced the names of the dishes as he carried them out, "Stir-fried mutton with scallions, steamed sea bass, two vegetarian dishes, a large bowl of Pearl Jade White Jade Soup, and a pot of freshly brewed aged Shaoxing wine."

He placed the last pot of wine on the table, still steaming. "Enjoy your wine. If you need anything, just call me."

Wu Feng nodded, and the waiter took the empty food box and left, his footsteps quickly disappearing at the other end of the corridor.

He walked to the door of the west wing and knocked three times on the door.

There was a rustling sound inside, and after a moment the back door opened, and Li Qinglu came out. She had changed out of the moon-white men's clothing she had worn on the journey, and was now wearing a plain lotus-colored jacket. Her hair had been combed again and tied into a simple bun, secured with a jade hairpin.

The thin layer of powder that had been covering her skin tone was washed away, revealing her originally fair and delicate skin, which shone with a warm glow in the halo of the lanterns under the eaves.

Those eyes were still as gentle and tender as ever, and now they were looking at him, the corners of her mouth curving up, a smile spreading from her eyes to her lips.

"Wu Lang," she called softly, her voice gentle and languid, as if she had just rested.

Wu Feng smiled and said, "Let's go out for dinner."

Li Qinglu nodded, stepped out of the threshold, and stood beside him. Wu Feng then walked to the door of the east wing and knocked three times, just like before.

This time the door opened faster, and Wu Xingyun came out of the house. She was wearing a light blue cross-collar ruqun (a type of traditional Chinese dress), her hair was neatly combed, and her small face looked a little pale under the light.

She glanced at Wu Feng, then at Li Qinglu, said nothing, and followed Wu Feng to sit down at the stone table.

The three sat down at the stone table, where the dishes were still steaming. The steam rose and, in the light of the lanterns, stretched into thin wisps of white smoke.

After watching the video, the group began to eat dinner, the three of them eating in silence.

The only sounds in the courtyard were the soft rustling of bamboo leaves and the faint noise coming from the front hall in the distance.

The dishes on the stone table gradually decreased, and most of the pot of Shaoxing wine was drunk. The wine was mellow and warm, melting in the stomach.

The meal took about 15 minutes.

Li Qinglu put down her chopsticks, let out a satisfied sigh, and leaned back in her chair.

Wu Xingyun also put down his chopsticks and wiped his mouth with a coarse cloth on the table.

Wu Feng finished the last sip of soup, put down the bowl, and called out towards the end of the corridor, "Waiter."

Footsteps soon sounded, and the waiter jogged over, quickly clearing away the dishes and packing the food into a food box.

Wu Feng took out a piece of silver from his sleeve, about two qian, and placed it on the stone table. "Send a few more buckets of hot water to each room, make sure it's hot."

"Alright!" The waiter took the silver, picked up the food box, and left.

Before long, three men carried wooden buckets into the yard, with steam rising from the buckets.

One went into the east wing, one went into the west wing, and another followed Wu Feng into the main room.

I poured hot water into a wooden bucket in the corner, mixed it with cold water, and tested the water temperature with my hand.

After testing the water temperature, the men left and closed the door behind them.

Wu Feng closed the door, took off his clothes, and stepped into the wooden tub.

The hot water flowed over his ankles, over his calves, over his thighs, over his waist, and finally over his chest.

He leaned against the tub, closed his eyes, and let out a long breath. The water temperature was just right, scalding his skin until it turned slightly red. The heat seeped into his skin, gradually relieving the soreness in his muscles.

After many days of travel, I still felt some fatigue deep inside.

Soaking in hot water now, all that fatigue is like salt dissolved in hot water, seeping out from the bones and dissipating in the water.

He closed his eyes, listening to the faint sounds of the bustling city outside the window, coming closer and then receding again.

The sounds mingled together, seeping in through the window paper and courtyard wall, somewhat muffled yet inexplicably reassuring.

After soaking for about 15 minutes, the water began to cool down.

He opened his eyes, stood up from the tub, dried himself off, and changed into a clean white undergarment.

The fabric is soft, clings to the skin, and feels freshly washed.

Just as he finished fastening his belt, a line of small text popped up at the edge of his vision: [System Notification: Mental well-being improved; cultivation efficiency increased by 50%, lasting for one hour.]

He glanced at it and a slight twitch appeared at the corner of his mouth.

The effects of this bath are more real than anything else, but unfortunately it can only be used once a day.

He walked to the bedside, sat cross-legged, closed his eyes, and with a slight thought, opened the operation interface and logged off.

Wu Feng opened his eyes, sat up, and jumped out of the game pod.

He stretched his muscles and bones, twisted his neck from side to side, making a slight cracking sound, rotated his shoulders, and straightened his arms, his joints making a series of fine cracking sounds.

I walked to the window and drew back the curtains.

The night was deep outside, and the city's neon lights painted the streets with flowing colors, with multiple lights intertwined, flickering in the darkness.

There was a slight chill in the air from the night.