Chapter 166 The Transmigrated Boy Used as Cannon Fodder (Thirteen) That Man...

The man had deep-set features, a handsome face, and an extraordinary air about him. He was clearly a striking presence, yet he had a very low profile, and hardly anyone noticed him when he walked down the street.

This feeling was somewhat similar to the effect of Lin You's Concealing Breath Talisman, which made Mo Kaiyang even more certain of his guess.

He was new to the martial arts world and hadn't fought many people, let alone done any tailing. He lacked experience and lost track of his target after a short time.

Fortunately, he had Lin You's help to cheat. The fixed orbit could not only navigate, but also track a specific person. Lin You directly granted him the permission.

Mo Kaiyang looked at the rapidly moving dot on the navigation page, followed it from another road, and then met up with the mysterious person at the next intersection.

Xiao Fengming naturally noticed that someone was following him. He was just a young man with decent martial arts skills, but he had no experience in the martial arts world. He was following the person so openly.

He originally had something to investigate and didn't want to get involved, intending to just shake the guy off. But this kid was like a leech, impossible to get rid of.

Seeing that the boy, who clearly couldn't keep up with him, appeared at the next intersection for the third time, Xiao Fengming no longer cared about hiding his tracks.

He simply grabbed a cloak that someone had left hanging outside and wrapped himself up tightly. He also tore off a piece of his clothes to cover his face. Then, his figure flashed through the crowd like a light and shadow, and in a few breaths, he had darted far away.

Xiao Fengming's attire was common on the streets, and once he blended into the crowd, it was difficult to distinguish him. He deliberately took several turns, hoping that this would help him shake off the person.

Seeing him accelerate, Mo Kaiyang's eyes lit up even more. He hurriedly used his lightness skill to catch up, but even with all his strength, he still couldn't catch up with the other person. This mysterious person's martial arts were definitely above his own.

Fortunately, he had a speed talisman, which increased his speed several times over after he put it on. However, his opponent was clearly familiar with the terrain and moved back and forth in the alley as if he were in a maze, so Mo Kaiyang still had some difficulty chasing him.

Lin You followed for a while, then got too lazy to chase them anymore. He simply became invisible and flew in mid-air, watching them circle the streets and alleys of the city three times before finally running out of the oasis and stopping at the edge of a sand dune.

As Mo Kaiyang chased after him, he chatted with Lin You through their mental link: "Our martial arts guide says that the Seven Kill Demon Sect leader's lightness skill is called the Shadow Step. This guy's footwork looks like he's floating back and forth like a ghost. I bet two packs of spicy strips that he's definitely the Demon Sect leader!"

Lin You stated that she refused to participate in such a gamble, which was almost entirely open-ended.

Since chatting in his mind didn't require him to speak, Mo Kaiyang was in the mood to gossip: "If he really is the leader of the Demonic Sect, why would he be sneaking around like this on his own turf? He can't possibly be here to catch his wife cheating, can he? Don't all Demonic Sects have a saintess or some other stunning beauty?"

Seeing the man who had stopped ahead, exuding a menacing aura, Lin You hurriedly warned, "Don't be silly, this guy's martial arts are very high, be careful!"

Xiao Fengming stared coldly at Mo Kaiyang, pondering whose side he was on, when the boy directly asked, "Are you the leader of the Seven Killings Demonic Sect?"

Xiao Fengming: ...

Those people are always cautious in their actions; this simpleton doesn't seem to be one of them.

"And who are you?" Xiao Fengming's voice was as cold as his body, but he had no intention of making a move.

"My name is Mo Kaiyang." Seeing that the other party did not respond, the silly boy explained, "I'm not here to cause trouble. I just heard that the leader of the Demonic Sect is very skilled in martial arts, so I came to spar with him."

After saying that, he gave a kind smile, but that smile looked rather irritating.

Xiao Fengming fell even more silent. His so-called seclusion over the years was actually just a way to avoid dealing with the messy official business in the sect and instead go to fight the number one swordsman, Yan Junke.

For the first few years, things were fine. That guy was quite skilled, and the two of them had a lot of fun fighting. Although he always lost by a move or two, they could always fight again the following year.

But in the last two years, that guy has become increasingly fussy and indecisive. He has to be urged three or four times to even get into a fight, and sometimes he even hides away. The reason he came out of seclusion early this year is because he couldn't find anyone.

Unexpectedly, his fortunes turned around, and when he returned, he encountered a young man who came to his door looking for a fight.

In the past, Xiao Fengming would naturally not have minded fighting with him, but he had been searching for so long without finding him, so why should he give in to this kid's wish?

"I have important matters to attend to and no time for sparring. Since you're not here to cause trouble, young brother, please don't make things worse," Xiao Fengming said, mimicking Yan Junke's tone.

After saying that, he left with his hands behind his back without waiting for Mo Kaiyang to speak.

I must say, hearing someone reject you feels completely different from rejecting someone yourself.

But then a whisper came from behind: "They didn't even have time for a few sparring sessions. Are they really rushing off to catch their lover cheating?"

Mo Kaiyang, with his sharp tongue, successfully angered the already in a bad mood of the Demonic Sect leader, and was then chased by someone with a sword for thirty miles, until the yellow sand filled the sky and the sky darkened.

To avoid arousing suspicion, Mo Kaiyang couldn't even use a dust-proof talisman. Luckily, his hair was real; if he were wearing a wig, it would probably have fallen off long ago.

Mo Kaiyang's internal strength was no match for the renowned Xiao Fengming, but his swordsmanship was exquisite. Xiao Fengming, seeing an opportunity, held back a bit of his strength. The two exchanged blows, fighting fiercely until it was completely dark before they stopped.

Mo Kaiyang collapsed onto the sand without any regard for his image, rubbing his aching right arm with his left hand. His sword was carelessly tossed aside, showing no sign of the martial arts world's insistence on never letting go of one's sword.

Having finally calmed down after the fight, Xiao Fengming was no longer as taciturn as before. He even took out the wine pouch he always carried and invited Mo Kaiyang to drink with him.

The wine he could carry with him must have been good wine, but the kind of wine that could be called good wine here must be even stronger than strong liquor.

Mo Kaiyang shook his head decisively in refusal and took out his water pouch, which was filled with watermelon and coconut milk with ice, making it much better than that spicy and heart-burning liquor.

You can buy three cups of milk tea with a reputation point. That's how thoughtful their Golden Finger Shop is. Since it's ancient times, the milk tea is stored in water pouches, so Mo Kaiyang won't find it strange to take it out.

Of course, it's already quite strange to find drinks made from watermelon, coconut, milk, and ice in this desert.

He left one copy for Lin You and handed the other to Xiao Fengming.

Accustomed to luxury, Xiao Fengming didn't think there was anything wrong with the stuff. He took a sip and said, "It's full of milk and sugar. Only children drink this kind of stuff. People in the martial arts world should drink alcohol. Young Master Mo is young and promising. Surely he can't not even know how to drink alcohol."

Xiao Fengming said this, but he drank the milk tea in a few gulps and then urged Mo Kaiyang to try his wine.

Mo Kaiyang refused decisively as before, "Isn't it enough for a martial artist to know how to fight? I've even heard that drinking affects sword practice. You're so skilled, yet you haven't become the number one swordsman in the world. Could it be because you drink too much?"

The distribution of martial arts forces records that this guy has never been able to defeat Yan Junke, and this has always been used very cleverly.

Lin You didn't show herself, but that didn't stop her from sipping her milk tea and complaining, "You two are evenly matched in swordsmanship, and your verbal skills are just as good."

Xiao Fengming stared at him, his hand already touching the hilt of his sword. Mo Kaiyang quickly changed the subject, saying, "I also brought some good wine, but I don't know if the sect leader is used to drinking it."

Just as they were discussing, his Golden Finger Shop was updated again, this time featuring only alcohol, with the highest alcohol content being a modern-made 80°C baijiu.

Ancient brewing techniques were limited, and it was already rare to be able to brew wine at 60 degrees Celsius. Ordinary wines were only around 20 or 30 degrees Celsius. Mo Kaiyang directly bought a pot of strong liquor and handed it to Xiao Fengming.

He was exhausted and hungry, covered in sand, and just wanted to find a place to shower, eat, and sleep. He didn't want to fight anymore.

"Master, as a local, do you know which place around here sells the best food? I feel like I could eat a whole roasted lamb right now."

"Roasted whole lamb seems to be a specialty of the grasslands. Do you just grill lamb skewers here?"

"I've heard there's a kind of flatbread called naan that's really good. We've become friends through a misunderstanding, so how about we have a meal together? It's on me."

The two lay side by side. Mo Kaiyang rambled on for a while, but didn't hear a reply. He thought the big shot was still angry, but then he suddenly heard Lin You say, "Drunk."

"That can't be right." In order to avoid being noticed anything unusual, Mo Kaiyang specially bought decanted bottles, each about half the size of a palm, containing at most an ounce.

He looked at Xiao Fengming. Although the other man's posture hadn't changed much, his eyes were somewhat unfocused, his expression wasn't as cold, and he looked a little dazed.

Mo Kaiyang looked at the wine pot in his hand. The ceramic wine pot had been sealed with a lid, so he couldn't see how much was inside. "He didn't just chug it down, did he? Even if he was drugged, he wouldn't have been able to pass out so quickly."

Lin You, who had been standing beside them the whole time, saw everything clearly. "He only took a small sip."

Mo Kaiyang: ………

With such a low alcohol tolerance, how dare they laugh at him for not drinking?

Even if he doesn't drink much, he can still drink half a jin or eight liang of baijiu with an alcohol content of over 50 degrees, so he can probably drink at least two liang of this.

Fortunately, the cult leader had a good temper when drunk. Even when drunk, he didn't act crazy. He glanced at Mo Kaiyang in a daze and then fell asleep.

When Mo Kaiyang was partying with his best buddies in modern times, he also encountered a situation where someone got drunk. After confirming that the person was not suffering from alcohol poisoning, he stopped bothering with them.

Judging from his previous low-key demeanor, returning to the city probably wouldn't be a good idea. Mo Kaiyang spent another night in the desert. Hopefully, this big shot will come to his senses tomorrow.

The temperature difference between day and night in the desert is large. By night, it was already quite cold. Since it was inconvenient for Mo Kaiyang to set up a tent, he took apart his personal bundle and covered the drunkard with it. As for how much cold it would block, well, it was better than nothing.

He could only sit and meditate to make do. "We've already found an oasis city, but we still have to live in the desert. Is there anyone more miserable than me?!"

Fortunately, he had a way to solve the food problem. Although he didn't get to eat lamb skewers, the sweet and sour pork was still delicious.

"Yes, there is a person about two miles away from us. He has no water or food and is injured. He looks terrible."

Lin You has a high level of perception. After noticing someone, she went over to check. "You've seen this person before. She's the female owner of the restaurant you went to eat at."

Because of Xiao Fengming's presence, Mo Kaiyang knocked the person unconscious and brought him back. Given Wan Jun and the assassin's past record, he felt that this method was completely unreliable!

The female boss was covered in blood, but it was unclear where she was injured. Mo Kaiyang didn't dare to examine her. He fed her two mouthfuls of the spiritual water that Lin You had given him, and then didn't know what else he could do.

Fortunately, the bleeding had stopped, so he didn't need Lin You to show up and check and bandage the wound. Judging from her behavior lately, she didn't want to have much contact with others.

But if I let her check before disappearing, then when the girl wakes up, she'll probably think I did it.

"Don't you guys all dream of meeting a bunch of beautiful women with different personalities after you time-travel and having a few romantic love stories? Why don't you seize this great opportunity to be a hero and save the damsel in distress?" Lin You teased Mo Kaiyang, seeing his avoidance.

"Sister, harem novels are no longer popular. Besides, I'm very serious about relationships!" Mo Kaiyang hurriedly emphasized, but still tore the bed sheet covering Xiao Fengming in half and gave one half to each of them.

Xiao Fengming woke up much faster than expected. Mo Kaiyang had just covered him with the sheet when he sat up.

"What kind of wine is that?" He took the water bag that Mo Kaiyang handed him, not caring that the milk inside was something for children to drink, and gulped down several large mouthfuls before letting out a long sigh of relief.

"It's 'Shaodaozi,' brewed with a secret recipe. It's a bit strong, doesn't it taste a bit like a江湖 (jianghu, a term referring to the world of martial arts and chivalry) style?" Mo Kaiyang asked with a grin, looking rather irritating.

Xiao Fengming didn't make another move. He rubbed his throbbing head before asking, "Is there any more wine?"

"You haven't had enough? That small bottle is enough to get you drunk seven or eight times over." Mo Kaiyang was filled with respect. With this kind of alcohol tolerance, he still wanted to repeatedly challenge himself with 80°C strong liquor. No wonder he was the leader of the Demonic Sect. He was a ruthless person.