Just right, during this ti, he also plans to go out and see how the situation is in the Great Capital now.
Eastern Sect... Golden Wing Pavilion... are they still there.
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Between the Great Capital and Yangshuo, there are so small, exquisite towns, scattered like a string of pearls, existing on both sides of the official road.
These towns mostly rely on caravans, farrs, and travelers heading to the Great Capital for a living.
The towns are filled with inns, restaurants, teahouses, and other places for rest.
Hushan Town is one of those small towns.
It’s only thirty li away from the Great Capital, but many choose to stay here rather than in the Great Capital.
The main reason is that the accommodation prices here are only half of those in the Great Capital.
Zhang Rongfang, taking this trip, plans to thoroughly explore the surrounding areas.
Having been in Yangshuo for so long, he hasn’t wandered around yet.
He packed his bags, silver notes, and so precious pills he left behind.
He plans to inquire about the market prices of pills and herbs nearby. So that don’t differ much in price can be bought locally, no need to go far.
Leaving the Celestial Treasure Palace, he unfolded his Body Technique, rushing towards Hushan Town at a not too fast, not too slow pace, arriving safely at the town by around six in the afternoon.
The entire Hushan Town has only three streets, resembling a straight line stringing two bamboo strips.
As soon as he entered the town, a cacophony of sounds drilled into his ears.
In the middle, there’s a wide official road with carriages of horses, oxen, and donkeys passing by, and on both sides the chaotic noises of the town.
"Five big coins a night, temporary accommodation! The cheapest in town! Last three rooms, don’t co too late!"
"Luxury hot springs, beauty massages, comfortable living, the Xu family’s mansion is your ho away from ho!"
"Does any brother want to share a room? Three people share the best Shi Jian Residence room in town, only ten big coins per person!"
"Little bastard! Dare to run again! Dare to run again!!"
"Dad! Ouch, my ear! Let go now! Or don’t bla for not taking care of you in your old age!!"
Zhang Rongfang looked speechlessly at the father and son wrestling with each other on the right, retracting his gaze.
By the roadside, so frugal scholars from afar were loudly advertising to share accommodations.
Among them, there were so beautiful Huxi won and Spirit People.
Zhang Rongfang heard from Chui Xi that every year many people from all over the country co here for pilgrimage.
Most Spirit People believe in Buddhism, many Huxi people believe in foreign religions, so in the Black Ten Sect, so in the Celestial Lock Teaching, and even the Western Cross religion.
Northern People and Barbarians, on the other hand, are difficult to distinguish due to their similar skin color. But most of them are Taoists.
In addition, those who can reach the Great Capital safely after long-distance travel are mostly people with so skills or background.
Therefore, very few people would take the initiative to provoke these people.
As a result, a glance at Hushan Town reveals it is full of rchants trying to do business.
Zhang Rongfang, dressed in a Taoist robe, with the words "Celestial Treasure Palace" like symbols painted on the back of his robe, making it easily visible.
Wherever he went, most around him showed respectful and awe-inspiring expressions towards him.
Although Zhang Rongfang thought it might also be due to his physique that people were sowhat afraid of him.
But as long as it works out smoothly, it’s good.
Along the way, he asked a few passersby and finally located the Hundred Trust Restaurant.
Once he confird the location, he did not linger and walked straight towards the restaurant.
He planned to first go there to secure a spot, order so wine and dishes, and wait for others to arrive.
At this mont inside the Hundred Trust Restaurant.
The third-floor private room — Flying Room.
A short old man with graying hair and beard, resembling an old farr, was leisurely lighting a pipe, taking a deep drag, and exhaling.
"Here they co..." he slowly put down the pipe and looked up at soone in the corner.
"It’s confird, Zhang Ying is indeed the third person chosen by Celestial Maiden Tong Chapter. She must have left so backup on this kid.
Now that the Celestial Maiden has taken the dicine and lost her mory, solving this kid should settle it all."
The old man spoke while turning his gaze towards the window, seemingly sensing that a figure on the street below was slowly approaching.
"Hongyan, you were too reckless last ti... but it’s okay, at least this ti you provided a highly probable third person clue. For Dragon King’s sake, I’ll put in a good word for you."
The person in the corner slowly walked into the light.
It was a strange person wrapped entirely in white bandages, with only a pair of bloodshot eyes exposed.
He was draped in a black robe, wearing black iron-colored tal gloves on his hands. On his back was a wide iron ruler.
"Thank you then." Hongyan actually didn’t want to share the credit with this guy.
But compared to him, the person in front of him, nicknad Iron Asura, was the true confidant of the Sea Dragon King.
The three major forces under Sea Dragon, Iron Asura, Dark Light, and Butcher Mountain.
Dark Light and his Butcher Mountain have always been at odds, he certainly couldn’t go to Dark Light’s bitch for help.
So, reluctantly, he brought in Iron Asura.
The purpose was naturally to guard against the possible Eastern Sect backup around the target.
The two fell silent again, Iron Asura sat at the table, playing with a wine glass, waiting.
Bang, bang, bang.
Finally, there was a knock on the door.
"Guests, soone said they have a prior arrangent with you. Is it soone from the Celestial Treasure Palace?" asked the restaurant waiter loudly through the door.
"Indeed, it’s the person we arranged to et." Iron Asura’s eyes flashed a hint of a cruel smile, stood up and replied loudly.
Around here, they had set up at least a hundred people, deploying all of Iron Asura’s experts.
Just to ensure nothing goes wrong!
This ti....
Click.
The room door was pushed open.
A figure dressed in Celestial Treasure Palace’s Taoist robe stepped in step by step.
The soles of his black boots hit the floor, making a crisp sound.
"Hmm??" Both Iron Asura and Hongyan showed confused expressions.
This person....is this supposed to be Zhang Ying??
Why does it feel different??
The visitor wore a black square Taoist hat, had a pale and beardless face, and his eyes were indifferent, almost empty.
Surprisingly, it was Daoist Mingyuan from the Celestial Treasure Palace!
"Two Spiritual Veins."
"You."
Mingyuan raised his right hand.
"You may flee for five breaths."
Swoosh!
His five fingers suddenly beca sharp, like the claws of a fierce beast.
Hiss!!
In an instant, thick smoke like white mist spread out rapidly from under his feet, enveloping the entire room floor in no ti.
Iron Asura’s pupils shrank sharply.
Just a mont ago, he had a confident look, but now it turned into one of terror in the blink of an eye.
"Jade Void Palace!! You are...!!?"
Iron Asura’s entire body tensed to the extre, and without a word, he turned and lunged toward the window.
Monk Hongyan inexplicably didn’t react, remaining in place, not understanding why Iron Asura had such a great reaction.
"Didn’t expect that now, soone could still recognize..." Mingyuan’s eyes had turned into brass-colored vertical pupils.
Since another branch of the True Dao Path — Jade Void Palace went into hiding, he originally thought no one in this world would know this secret anymore....
"Unfortunately....since you know this secret, you think you can escape?"
Looking at the naive and innocent prey before him, Mingyuan felt a faint ripple in his heart.
He hadn’t fed in a long ti, if not for this outing, he might have almost forgotten when the last ti he ate was...
But, fortunately....
This old guy seems to taste good.
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