All the girls from Fengyue Tower came out this time, adding at least eight more carriages to the tower. Even if three girls rode in one carriage, it wouldn't be enough, mainly because Huo Xiaolong also wanted to take Hou Xiangxiang and Wang Dani'er with him.

Everyone in Pingyang County knows that since Wang's Pancake Shop opened, it has not rested for more than 20 years except for New Year's Eve. Since their daughter came to live with them.

When Aunt Wang has nothing to do, she goes out with the children. Her husband's leg is healed, and he can take care of the shop, so why wouldn't she go out with the children? Doesn't Tianci understand?

Sunlight streamed down the mountain path, casting long, slanted shadows of the trees. A gentle summer breeze carried the fresh scents of distant forests and flowers. Ancient trees towered along the path, their lush leaves shimmering with verdant hues in the sunlight. The cicadas' chirping was somewhat disruptive, but it couldn't disturb the tranquility of the heart.

The ice basin inside the carriage was refreshingly cool, and the girls leaned against the cushions, dozing off. Three little girls rolled around in their respective carriages.

"Sister Fen'e's fragrance smells so good, it's invigorating," Huo Xiaolong said to Cen Ang.

"I'll send you some to the county school tomorrow to help you stay awake, so that Mr. Feng won't keep coming to our house to complain to Uncle Zhao about you sleeping in class."

The little dumpling was being a bit cheeky, turning its face to the side.

"Oh my god, I just couldn't sleep last night."

"What's wrong with you at such a young age? You just don't sleep at night, don't get up during the day, and then sleep too much in class!"

Cen Ang was also troubled. He remembered that a few years ago when Long'er went to Beining with him, she was lying on the carpet in the carriage, just like now, with her two legs raised high and resting on the girl's knees.

Will she still be like this when she turns eighteen? What will she do when there aren't enough carriages to accommodate her?

Those shameless men in my family can't possibly pay for a horse-drawn carriage, can they?

"Hehe~ Aunt Zhang, is the martial arts tournament fun?"

Are there any evil cults?

Are there any love-hate relationships between the demonic sects and the righteous sects in the martial arts world?

Huo Xiaolong's three questions in a row made Zhang's mother a little embarrassed. She didn't know either. The main reason was that her family belonged to the most righteous sect in the martial arts world, and the younger generation in the sect probably didn't have much opportunity to come into contact with evil cults.

“How would your aunt know about those things? She practiced martial arts every day when she was little, and then she ran away from home when she grew up. What does Long’er want to hear? Grandma will tell you.” Madam Ye, the wife of Alliance Leader Zhang, lifted the carriage curtain and jumped up to speak to Huo Xiaolong.

The little girl pressed her face against the woman's leg and continued to ask...

"Is there a demonic cult, Grandma?"

The old lady pondered for a moment and said

"The Demonic Sect? No... In the martial arts world, the Miao region and Zhanchen Tower have the worst reputations."

"hold head high?"

The little dumpling sat up, lifted the curtain and looked at the carriage where Miao Cuifang and Liu Xu were. Liu Xu had bought the carriage herself, and it was nicely decorated inside. She mainly wanted to get Huo Xiaolong to ride with her.

The little head popped in again, looking at Madam Ye.

The cult was myself.

"Isn't Sister Liuxu also a member of a cult?"

“…Strictly speaking, that’s how it is,” Madam Ye said to the somewhat dazed little boy.

"Reputation is such a thing. People in the martial arts world are so fond of it. The bigger the reputation, the better, regardless of whether it's good or bad," Madam Ye continued to say to Huo Xiaolong.

"Is Brother Pomegranate also part of a cult?"

"Um."

"So how will our Fengyue Tower participate in the Sword Tournament this time? There are so many cults in our tower." Huo Xiaolong asked the most serious question.

This martial arts tournament was an opportunity that all the martial arts masters had been waiting for for several years to finally get their revenge. If it weren't for Huo Xiaolong wanting to go, they wouldn't have dared to ask Cen Ang to let the girls from the building participate in the competition.

“Disciple, let me tell you, don’t be nervous. You’re only seventeen this year. At seventeen, you can lift a two-hundred-pound hammer. Apart from Zhang Bixia, you’re the only one in our sect who can do that.”

In the carriage behind, a burly man with a beard was telling Er Ya about the top martial arts sects, such as what weapons they used and what their special moves were.

"Master, I'm not nervous. So what if I lose? I mainly want to see if the green onions from Northeast China are taller than people, and how their cooking is different from ours."

Tsk.

Even during the martial arts competition, they couldn't forget about the kitchen.

But the man didn't dare to say what was on his mind. He nodded and continued.

“Alright, Master will tell you about other sects.”

"OK."

Madam Ye actually had her own little scheme. Chunying's kung fu had improved more and more over the years, and since it was her own sect, she wanted to show her off.

The old lady answered Huo Xiaolong

“In our building, all the masters can just bring their apprentices to sign up. Long’er, do you want to participate? After the adults finish their competition, there will be children too.”

"Really?" Huo Xiaolong asked, his eyes gleaming.

"real."

"Then I want to compete."

When you go out to have fun, you should have a great time. How about a martial arts competition? Maybe you can win some martial arts manuals to take home?

“Let me tell you, both of our Gu have awakened. Don’t be afraid when you get on stage. Xiaoqing and Xiaohuan are on your wrists, so no one can get close. If anyone bullies you, just throw poison into their eyes. Don’t be afraid of hurting people. I can cure the poison.”

Miao Cuifang took two small snakes out of the bamboo basket and wrapped them around Liu Xu's wrist. Even after all these years, the frail young girl still frowned a little when she saw snakes.

Seeing the expression on his beloved's face, the man said with some concern...

"After all these years, why are you still afraid?"

"I knew I shouldn't have let you learn the Gu poison."

Liu Xu smiled at him and shook her head.

"It's not that I'm scared, it's just that it's a bit cold and slippery, and I'm not used to it."

No sooner had the young lady finished speaking than a snake head the size of a fist appeared from behind her, flicking its tongue behind Liu Xu's back.

You've been supporting me for two years, aren't you used to me?

The snake was brought back from the deep mountains by Xiongzai. At that time, it was still a snake egg. He originally wanted to bring it home with his mouth and play with it, but it turned out to be soft. As soon as he spat it on the ground, Miao Cuifang and Huo Xiaolong discussed taking it away.

"These are python eggs, rare and venomous python eggs. Do you want them?"

Huo Xiaolong, who was poking eggs with a twig, stood up abruptly upon hearing this. Why did this scene seem so familiar?

The sound of a branch hitting a wooden basin was called "thud."

The little dumpling shook its head.

"I don't want it, you can take it."

"OK."

Miao Cuifang liked the border town because it had many of the poisonous creatures she had read about in books: the illusionary butterfly, the golden toad, and the red python. Yes, the golden toad Huo Xiaolong gave him two years ago was still alive, it was quite lively and loved to eat the leftovers in the building. Otherwise, she would feed the red python the same way.

Most importantly, the border town still has her.

The girl who seemed frail and delicate, yet confessed her feelings to him when facing life and death on the city wall.

"Get lost, don't scare her."

Liu Xu knew that the red python was throwing a tantrum behind her back. Looking at Miao Cuifang, who had given it a sharp rap on the head, the young woman smiled brightly, her youthful innocence gone.