The Path to Immortality of Silly Pillar in the Courtyard

"Brother, this weapon looks a lot like a firearm." Qu Yang, being knowledgeable, had already guessed a bit about it.

"Not bad, senior, this is a firearm, but mine is even more powerful."

After He Yuzhu finished speaking, he took out another pistol and fired it repeatedly at a large tree by the roadside. Wood chips flew everywhere, and the trunk of the tree was completely destroyed.

"Wow...that's amazing!" Qu Feiyan's mouth formed an "O" shape with delight.

He Yuzhu smiled and handed Qu Feiyan a backpack. "Feiyan, there are bullets in this bag. You'll have to reload when you run out. But don't use it unless absolutely necessary. Once you've used up all the bullets, this pistol is just a piece of scrap metal."

Next, He Yuzhu taught Qu Feiyan how to use a pistol and how to switch the safety on and off.

Qu Feiyan only realized how powerful the pistol was after firing two shots. At the same time, she was overjoyed. Her brother Zhu Zi was willing to give her such a powerful weapon, which showed that he liked her.

"Feiyan, this pistol only has a range of about thirty paces. It won't hit anything beyond that. You must remember that."

While the group continued on their way, He Yuzhu still managed to teach Qu Feiyan some basic knowledge about guns.

"Brother Zhu, what is range?" Qu Feiyan asked, tilting her head.

"Range is distance, just like archery, it has its final distance," He Yuzhu explained patiently.

"Brother Zhu, I understand!" Qu Feiyan nodded with a smile.

After dusk, the three finally arrived in Hengyang City, but it was time to part ways, as Qu Yang was going to Liu Zhengfeng's house.

"Brother Zhu, there are only five days left until Uncle Liu Zhengfeng retires from his life of crime. You must come and see me then." Qu Feiyan said with a disappointed look as they parted.

"Understood." He Yuzhu nodded, then rode away.

"Girl, let's go..." Qu Yang said, shaking his head as he looked at his granddaughter.

"Grandpa, what should I do if Brother Zhu doesn't like me?" Qu Feiyan asked with a wronged expression.

"Sigh... silly girl, let it be." Qu Yang sighed.

Qu Feiyan suddenly felt the whole world darken, and an indescribable bitterness welled up in her heart, and tears instantly streamed down her face.

"Sigh..." Qu Yang sighed. There was nothing he could do about it!

Meanwhile, He Yuzhu rode his horse slowly down the street, and his strange attire attracted a lot of attention and comments.

He Yuzhu knew he was still too unconventional, and just then he saw a ready-made clothing store.

Twenty minutes later, He Yuzhu walked out of the clothing shop dressed as an ancient person.

He wore a long black coat with a cinched waist. The only odd thing about him was his short hair, but this outfit made him less conspicuous.

"Brother, where is the best inn in Hengyang?" He Yuzhu stopped a middle-aged man with his horse to ask for directions.

The middle-aged man looked at He Yuzhu and then said, "Go to the end of this street and turn left, and you'll see it. It's the Tianxiahui Grand Restaurant, which is owned by the Hengshan Sect."

"Thank you, brother." He Yuzhu clasped his hands in thanks, then led his horse away.

He quickly walked to the end of the street, then turned left and saw the inn's sign.

The Tianxiahui Grand Restaurant is a very large restaurant with a three-story layout.

As soon as He Yuzhu led his horse to the entrance of the restaurant, a waiter came up to greet him and then took his horse away.

He Yuzhu laughed. This is what ancient parking attendants are like.

Upon entering the inn, he sensed a lively atmosphere. The lobby on the first floor was filled with various diners, including chivalrous figures dressed in martial arts attire, merchants, and scholars.

"Sir, would you like to stay the night or have a meal?" a waiter greeted him with a smile.

Let's check into a hotel.

"Alright, please follow me, sir." The shop assistant led He Yuzhu to the counter to complete the check-in procedures.

After completing the formalities, the shop assistant led He Yuzhu to the second floor of the backyard, and then into a long corridor with rows of guest rooms at the end.

He Yuzhu requested the best room, room number 22. Upon entering, he was very satisfied with everything inside—clean, tidy, spacious, and bright.

The shop assistant lit an oil lamp.

"Sir, you can dine on the second floor," the waiter reminded him as he left.

He Yuzhu nodded and casually tossed a piece of silver to the shop assistant.

The shop assistant took the silver with a smile. He had seen it before; it was so pure. He had never seen silver of such good quality before. The customer's generosity had also exceeded his expectations.

"I have enough money for Xiaojuan's dowry," the shop assistant thought to himself with a smug smile.

After thanking the guest with bows and scrapes, the waiter slowly left the room.

He Yuzhu didn't stay in the room any longer; he was going to the living room on the second floor to eat and try the ancient dishes.

Just as he stepped out of the room, seven or eight people, men and women, came down the opposite corridor. Each of them was dressed in tight-fitting clothes and carried a sword.

He Yuzhu saw a familiar person, Linghu Chong.

Linghu Chong also saw He Yuzhu on the other side. At first, he didn't pay attention, but then he realized that the person on the other side was the boy who saved Yilin.

Linghu Chong nodded to He Yuzhu, and He Yuzhu nodded in return. Then he looked at a man in a gray robe in front of Linghu Chong.

The man had long hair, a handsome profile, a middle-aged appearance, a mustache, and an extraordinary demeanor!

He Yuzhu had a guess in his mind: Yue Buqun.

However, he didn't pay much attention and was about to leave when he saw a familiar figure downstairs. It was the young nun Yilin and a group of women dressed as nuns.

However, Yilin did not see He Yuzhu's presence.

"What a coincidence, we've both come to this inn." He Yuzhu thought to himself as he slowly walked towards the living room on the second floor.

"Chong'er, who was that boy just now?"

In a guest room, Yue Buqun looked at Linghu Chong and asked, "Actually, I saw the boy out of the corner of my eye just now, and I felt that the boy was dangerous."

"Master, that young man is the one I told you about who saved Junior Sister Yilin," Linghu Chong replied respectfully.

"Oh, I see!" Yue Buqun said thoughtfully, then added, "You may leave now."

"Yes..." Linghu Chong nodded, then left Yue Buqun's room.

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Meanwhile, in a guest room on the first floor, Yilin sat on the bed, looking sullen. Beside her were two nuns in monk's robes making the bed. These two were Yilin's two senior sisters, Yihe and Yiqing.

"Yilin, what's wrong? You've been looking down the whole way. You got lost, but your master didn't scold you."

After making the bed, Senior Sister Yihe looked at Yilin and asked with a smile.

"Yes, junior sister, what's wrong?" Yiqing asked with concern.

"Senior Sister, Second Sister, I'm alright now," Yilin whispered in response.

"Heh... Are you thinking about the boy who saved you?" Senior Sister Yiqing asked with a smile.

"No...no..." Yilin blushed.

"Little girl, we'll meet again if we're meant to, don't overthink it," the eldest sister comforted her.

"Yihe, Yilin. Come out for your vegetarian meal." A woman's voice came from outside the door at that moment.

"Understood, Senior Uncle."