Now, she was a bit flustered.
It can only be said that childhood events indeed tend to leave shadows on children. When facing the issue of her increasing appetite, the sword maid couldn’t help but start thinking about who could still support her in the future after she kills Zheng Fan.
Finally,
He Chunlai returned,
holding a package in his left hand, with blood on his body.
He opened the package, revealing frozen fruits of various kinds inside.
But the blood on his body wasn’t from wild beasts, though there should indeed be wolves around here.
Regarding the bloodstains, Chen Daole wanted to ask but didn’t;
Fanli and the sword maid continued eating, the little page boy dared not look, and the old woman had poor eyesight, ate sothing, and went back to the tent to sleep.
He Chunlai drank the last bit of leftover soup,
put down the bowl,
smiled,
a bit carefree,
and also a bit relieved,
said:
"I just went and killed so people, and those people just won’t stay down."
"Oh."
The sword maid replied, went back to her tent.
"Oh."
Fanli also replied, he wasn’t quite full, so took out another piece of bread to roast.
There wasn’t much bread left, but fortunately, the Snow Sea Gate wasn’t far away.
He Chunlai felt like he had punched cotton, feeling quite uncomfortable.
"I know how to make sugar-coated fruits, but I didn’t used to be a porter."
"Hmm."
Fanli continued roasting the bread.
He Chunlai bit his lip, looked at Chen Daole, who kept his head down.
The two of them were still not accustod to this atmosphere, it wasn’t a confession but wasn’t not a confession, wasn’t a showdown but wasn’t not a showdown, it was like having a bunch of lice on you, scratching relentlessly, not enough to make you cry out in pain, but enough to make you restless.
Fanli took out the nearly roasted bread, split it in half, and handed it to He Chunlai, who had only had soup earlier.
He Chunlai had no temper at all, reached out and took the bread,
then,
"Tss, hot!"
The bread, freshly roasted, was hot.
Fanli didn’t mind, continued eating it in big bites.
His physique was unusual, in Xue Three’s words, if Ah Li were really hungry, he could swallow glass like Maltesers.
He Chunlai’s words ultimately remained unsaid.
At night, after Fanli had eaten and lay down to sleep, He Chunlai began making caral in the only pot, then drizzled it over the fruits.
The next day,
the originally empty straw stick was once again filled with sugar-coated fruits.
The team set off again.
By the afternoon,
there appeared a cavalry team ahead, the scouts of Snow Sea Gate.
About a quarter of an hour later, another group ca to join them.
The sword maid left the cart,
Fanli re-tied the cushion onto his shoulder and held the sword maid up.
Then,
Fanli began to run,
running toward Snow Sea Gate.
The rest of the people would be escorted by the Snow Sea Gate scouts.
As night fell, Fanli entered the south gate of Snow Sea Gate, without stopping, continued running to Lord Pingye’s mansion.
At the door,
the sword maid jumped off Fanli’s shoulder, did not return to the Earl’s Mansion, but went to her master’s place next door.
Fanli scratched his head, returned to the mansion, but after wandering around, he found no one there. After asking a servant, he learned that my lord and the others had taken the lady to Fengxin and had not returned yet.
...
Outside the small courtyard next door to Lord Pingye’s,
the sword maid knocked,
the door was opened by Liu Dahu,
seeing the sword maid, Liu Dahu’s face imdiately turned red.
At this age, especially in the study society, Zheng Man, the wolf cub picked up from the desert long ago, was the little overlord in the school, while the sword maid was the dream girl of many boys there.
Everyone thought she was beautiful.
"Where’s your dad?" asked the sword maid.
"Dad!" Liu Dahu called out.
The Sword Saint ca over, patted Liu Dahu’s head, then walked out the door.
Liu Dahu instinctively wanted to follow, but was scared back by a glare from the sword maid.
The Sword Saint walked in front,
the sword maid followed behind.
The Sword Saint said:
"Dahu is an honest kid."
The sword maid replied, "Master, honestly, I don’t fancy your son, don’t try matchmaking."
"That’s not what I ant."
"Then don’t ever an it."
The Sword Saint smiled.
"Master, I advanced."
"I can see that."
The sword maid told the Sword Saint about what happened to her on the way back.
The Sword Saint frowned slightly,
he initially thought the sword maid couldn’t hold back and sneakily advanced, but didn’t think...
But logically, it shouldn’t be the case.
He understood the sword maid’s physical condition, it shouldn’t happen, otherwise, he wouldn’t have agreed to let Fanli take the sword maid to Yanjing.
Originally, he thought a swordsman shouldn’t only have the sword in their eyes, but also should envision the vast lands, yet now, he was cold sweat with fear.
If this disciple really had a problem, or wasn’t alive, he’d truly regret it to death.
"Why did this happen? Did you eat sothing?"
"Ah, before we left, the Sixth Prince asked us to bring so gifts to Lord Zheng, so Ganoderma and Astragalus and such, I had Dahu make soup with them on the road."
The Sword Saint understood, the problem lay there.
"Over-nourished."
"Hmm?"
The sword maid had not expected it to be for this reason.
In fact, the nophania was just an introduction, the essence of the issue was consuming too many potent herbs at once, causing excessive vitality and resulting in stasis.
The sword maid said disappointedly:
"Master, it’s such a loss for ."
"Lost what?"
"Originally, I thought that when I grow up, I’d kill Zheng Fan, advance one rank at a ti, and the last ti emulate you opening Second Rank outside the city, severing Zheng Fan’s head.
Now, it’s ruined, my dream, gone."
"Why emulate Zheng Fan of all people?"
"No, Master."
"There is."
"No." The sword maid was irritated.
"Alright, no."
"But Master, with this early advancent, will it affect my future cultivation?"
The Sword Saint nodded,
then,
shook his head.
"Master, what do you an?"
"It does have an effect, but it also might not; your path should not be rash, it should be steadier, the essence of the sword is speed, but often the steadier you are, the faster you beco."
"What should I do, Master?"
"It’s easy."
The Sword Saint put his forefinger on the sword maid’s forehead,
his back, which had been sowhat humped while walking, straightened at this mont.
His fingertip moved away,
then,
a wisp of sword energy was extracted from the sword maid and dissipated into the void ahead.
The sword maid felt weak,
"Thud" fell to her knees on the ground,
at this ti,
there was no longer any sword energy flowing within her, as if the Ninth Rank cultivation base of days past was just a dream.
But soon,
the sword maid seed to realize sothing,
looked up,
staring in shock at her master.
The Sword Saint hunched his back again, his steps beca unsteady once more,
even seed to cough twice due to the strong night wind, returning to his sickly appearance.
"Master, Master, you...... "
The Sword Saint interrupted her,
said:
"Your dream, has returned."
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Don’t panic, there’s more at one o’clock.
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