The Smiling, Proud Wanderer, becoming a disciple of Yue Buqun

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Due to Sichuan's terrain, the weather here is hotter than in other places. Fortunately, it's only April now, so Sichuan isn't too hot yet. But in June and July, the whole of Sichuan will be like an oven.

Wow!

The raindrops fell densely from the sky, making a pattering sound as they hit the umbrella.

I had bad luck today; it started raining as soon as I entered Sichuan. Luckily, Jiangning had brought umbrellas.

"Ang ang ang~"

Edamame ran happily in the rain.

After more than twenty days of training, it has finally lost a lot of fat. Although it is still a bit chubby, it will be able to lose weight completely once it returns to Mount Hua.

"Run slower."

Jiang Ning greeted it.

When it rained, the ground became muddy, and since the shoes weren't waterproof, Jiang Ning took off his shoes and carried them in his hands, walking barefoot for two days before finally reaching Dujiangyan.

Due to climate and other factors, Sichuan has lush trees, creating a verdant landscape.

Walking down the street, all I could hear were people speaking with a Sichuan accent. It had just rained, and the ground was still wet.

Jiang Ning discovered that since entering Sichuan, the Sichuanese people he encountered along the way were mostly wearing white headscarves, bare legs, and hemp shoes.

Jiang Ning had been to Sichuan before and knew about the local customs.

After Zhuge Liang died during the Three Kingdoms period, the people of Sichuan wore white cloths on their heads to commemorate him, which became a custom that has been passed down for thousands of years. To this day, the Wuhou Temple is still a popular place of worship.

Jiang Ning found an inn to rest for the night. As soon as he entered, a young man dressed as a waiter approached him with a scarf draped over his shoulder and said to him with a grin.

"Sir, do you want to stay in a hotel or stay in a hotel?"

"Stay at the hotel."

Jiang Ning plans to rest for one night and set off again tomorrow.

"okay!"

The waiter greeted Jiang Ning warmly as he entered, trying to strike up a conversation: "Sir, where are you from?"

"Shaanxi".

Jiang Ning casually replied, took out a silver ingot from his pocket and handed it to the waiter, then sat down at a table in the inn's lobby.

"Is there anything to eat? Bring everything."

The waiter's eyes lit up instantly, and he said repeatedly, "Yes, yes, please wait a moment, sir."

He had originally planned to promote the dishes at his inn, but now he doesn't need to.

After receiving the money, the waiter asked Jiang Ning to wait a moment before taking Maodou to the backyard to feed it hay. Jiang Ning then began to look around the inn.

The inn wasn't big, but it was quite nice; everything was very clean, and there were no stains on the tables.

Besides him, there were only three or four other diners in the lobby, mostly in their forties, dressed in linen clothes, with dirt under their fingernails and cracked palms.

When Jiang Ning entered, they were drinking and talking. They all glanced at Jiang Ning and, noticing his clothes and the sword in his hand, knew he was no ordinary person. They stopped looking and lowered their voices.

"Sir, this is the wine in our shop. Please enjoy it."

A young woman in green placed a pot of wine on Jiang Ning's table and spoke softly.

The girl was quite young; she was probably the shop owner's daughter.

Jiang Ning nodded in thanks.

Jiang Ning picked up a wine glass, turned it upside down, poured a glass of wine into it, swirled it slightly, then poured it out. He then poured another glass and took a sip.

Sichuan liquor is usually baijiu, characterized by its richness, mellow sweetness, and lingering aroma after a sip.

These were all said by Linghu Chong.

Linghu Chong was a heavy drinker who loved to sample all the fine wines in the world. He often said that the characteristics and tastes of wines from different regions were different.

Jiang Ning, however, didn't understand alcohol. He only felt that no matter what kind of alcohol it was, it would burn his throat after one sip and he couldn't taste anything, so he rarely drank alcohol.

In fact, Jiang Ning doesn't drink much. One reason is that drinking too much alcohol can damage the nerves and make the body react slowly. For martial arts practitioners, being slow to react and unable to keep up with others is tantamount to waiting to die.

On the other hand, there was the precedent of Linghu Chong. Linghu Chong was addicted to alcohol and often got so drunk that he was incoherent. Sometimes, when he was drunk, he would do some crazy things. His drunken state made it very difficult for Jiang Ning to be interested in alcohol.

After taking a sip, Jiang Ning put down his glass and waited for the food to be served.

Chapter 123: Too Familiar

Jiang Ning slowly sipped his wine and waited for the food to be served. Not long after, the girl from before brought out the food, a total of four or five dishes: four meat dishes and one vegetable dish.

"Enjoy your meal, sir."

The girl served the dishes and then left.

Jiang Ning picked up his chopsticks and took a bite, immediately experiencing a numbing sensation in his mouth.

At this time, Sichuan cuisine was mainly characterized by its numbing sensation, and it wasn't very spicy, but the taste was still very good.

After eating for a while, two more people came in.

The two men, also dressed in white cloths and blue robes, looking like refined gentlemen, entered and immediately began shouting.

"Bring the wine! Bring the wine!"

His words, however, lacked any semblance of refinement.

The two of them randomly found a table, sat down, and started banging on the table and shouting.

The two were so noisy that Jiang Ning couldn't help but turn around and take a look, but his eyes narrowed slightly when he saw the clothes they were wearing.

This is the clothing of the Qingcheng Sect.

When Jiang Ning saw what one of them looked like again, he raised an eyebrow.

He had a good memory and remembered that this person was the Qingcheng disciple that Laodenuo had identified in Hengshan City.

Hearing the commotion in the main hall, the girl who had appeared earlier peeked out from the back room, then quickly retreated back inside. A short while later, she emerged carrying a wine jar.

"The wine is here, please enjoy."

The girl placed the wine jar on the table, and one of the men opened the jar, pouring wine while telling the girl to bring out some dishes without even looking up.

"Jia Lao Er, drink!"

The man pushed the bowl over, drank the wine in his bowl in one gulp, and finally exhaled.

"Cool!"

The Qingcheng disciple called Jia Lao Er also drank from his wine bowl, at which point the person opposite him called out.

"Jia Lao Er, what exactly happened last time? Brother Yu's martial arts skills are not low, and you went to Fujian with Brother Yu. How could Brother Yu die at the hands of that pretty boy?"

Jia Lao Er shook his head and said, "Don't mention it. Master told me not to talk about it. I was on tenterhooks ever since I came back that time, afraid that Master would punish me."

The man opposite him poured him another bowl of wine and asked curiously, "Don't you trust me? Just tell me, I won't tell anyone. I, Xu Dazui, am known for my tight-lipped nature."

Jia Lao Er simply shook his head: "No, no."

Upon hearing this, Xu Dazui's curiosity grew even stronger. He kept pouring wine for Jia Lao Er and showering him with compliments. Jia Lao Er initially kept a tense expression, but soon couldn't help but smile.

"I'm telling you this, but don't go around telling everyone, or I'll be in big trouble if my master finds out."

"Jia Lao Er said in a low voice."

Upon hearing this, Xu Dazui's eyes lit up and he nodded repeatedly: "Don't worry."

Jia Lao Er glanced around. Apart from the few old men, the only other person in the inn was Jiang Ning, who was eating.

Jiang Ning had his back to him at the time, and he only glanced at him casually without paying attention. He then turned around and told Xu Dazui about his experience in Fujian last time.

The two spoke in hushed tones, especially Jia Lao Er, whose voice was so low that no one else could hear them. However, Jiang Ning, whose innate skill had already reached the third stage, possessed exceptionally sensitive hearing. Despite their low voices, he could still hear them clearly.

Similar to what Yue Lingshan said last time, when Lao Denuo was still alive, he went to Fujian with Yue Lingshan and stayed at an inn not far from the Fuwei Escort Agency. That's when they met Yu Renyan from Sichuan.

At that time, Yue Lingshan was still dressed the same as before, and they didn't recognize her. After seeing Yue Lingshan, Yu Renyan couldn't help but make a few lewd remarks and even prepared to touch her. Then Lin Pingzhi stepped forward, but Yu Renyan also became foul-mouthed after seeing that Lin Pingzhi looked feminine. He said a few lewd things to Lin Pingzhi, which made Lin Pingzhi so angry that he attacked and killed him with a dagger.

This kind of thing is inconvenient to talk about in the first place. When Yu Canghai learned that his son had died in this way, he was speechless and strictly ordered Jia Lao Er not to talk about it anywhere.

Jia Lao Er knew that this was a scandal for the Qingcheng Sect and dared not talk about it. However, Yue Lingshan revealed it in Hengshan City. But Yue Lingshan only said a few words and did not go into details. This matter became a taboo in their Qingcheng Sect and no one dared to mention it.

Is Yue Lingshan really that beautiful?

Xu Dazui asked a question after hearing the details.

He never saw Yue Lingshan; after returning from Fujian, he went straight back to Sichuan.

Jia Lao Er nodded: "It is indeed beautiful. No wonder Brother Yu has such thoughts, he just doesn't have the luck."

Upon hearing this, Xu Dazui shook his head with regret: "Brother Yu is unlucky. He was killed by this kind of mediocre young master. He died unjustly."

Although Yu Renyan's martial arts skills were not very good in the Qingcheng Sect, they were still better than Lin Pingzhi's at the time. He would not have died if he hadn't been ambushed by Lin Pingzhi.

"Drink, drink!"

After learning what he wanted to know, Xu Dazui stopped talking and started speaking louder. He and Jia Lao Er across from him soon became drunk and their eyes were blurred.

Jiang Ning sat not far from them, quietly eating his meal.

He had no interest in fighting these two people. Now that he was not far from Qingcheng Mountain, he would visit the Qingcheng Sect tomorrow.

After the two had almost finished drinking the wine jar, the girl finally came out of the kitchen with the food. By this time, the old farmers had already paid their bills and left, leaving only Jiang Ning and Jia Lao Er as guests in the inn.

"The dishes are all ready."

The girl served the food to the table one by one, and then tried to leave, but the next second a hand grabbed her wrist.

The man named Xu Dazui held the girl's wrist with his left hand, looked up at her, and his eyes darted around.

"Wow, you're quite good-looking."

As he spoke, he reached out his other hand and lifted the girl's chin.

The girl immediately panicked.

Upon seeing this, Jia Lao Er laughed and said, "Brother Xu, this girl has quite the figure."

As soon as he said it, Jia Lao Er was taken aback.

He felt like he had said those words somewhere before.

Shaking his heavy head, Jia Lao Er finally remembered that he had said those words to Yu Renyan when he was harassing Yue Lingshan in Fujian, and Yu Renyan died afterward.

Thinking about this, Jia Lao Er felt that the sentence might be unlucky, so he changed the sentence.

"Xu Dazui, last time Brother Yu died after harassing Miss Yue of Mount Hua in Fujian just like you did. Be careful."

Xu Dazui, now under the influence of alcohol, paid no attention to Jia Lao Er's words and laughed.

"What's there to be afraid of? We're in Sichuan now, within Qingcheng's territory. How could the Huashan Sect possibly get here? Besides, the Huashan Sect isn't anything special. If they didn't still hold the position of one of the Five Mountains Sword Sects, their small group wouldn't even be as strong as ours."

"Besides, although Brother Yu is Master's son, his martial arts skills are just so-so. If I had been there back then, perhaps Sect Leader Yue would have called me his good son-in-law in the future."

Xu Dazui waved his hand, not caring at all. With the alcohol taking effect, he became bolder in his speech. Xu Dazui looked at the girl and chuckled, "Let me smell you, and I'll let you go."

As he spoke, Xu Dazui pouted and reached out to lift the girl's chin with his hand.

"Dad, Daddy."

The girl, who had been dodging, was now on the verge of tears, calling out for her father repeatedly.

call out!

A scream sounded.

The sound came from Xu Dazui's mouth.

Upon hearing the scream, Jia Lao Er across from him instantly sobered up. Looking closely, he saw that Xu Da Zui had a chopstick stuck in one of his hands, the chopstick in his palm stained with blood.

Jia Lao Er was stunned for a moment.

This is all too familiar; the plot is all too familiar.

It was the same last year in Fujian. Yu Renyan was about to make a move against Yue Lingshan, and then Lin Pingzhi intervened, just like now. Except that last time Lin Pingzhi threw out a whole bunch of chopsticks, but this time the person making the move is even more skilled in martial arts.

"Who is so bold!"

After a moment of stunned silence, Jia Lao Er flew into a rage, stood up, and looked into the inn.