Chapter 89

Leaving Qiufeng Tower.

Qin Luo walked out of the bamboo forest and headed south. He had originally planned to take a boat to Jiangling City, but after taking control of the Luo River's water transport, he knew the Luo River inside and out, so he changed his mind.

A warm and breezy afternoon.

Qin Luo, dressed in a white robe, strolled leisurely along the road. On both sides of the road were many square-shaped fields where people were working diligently.

Hmph! Hmph!

The bald old man was digging in the field near the roadside, his whole body soaked with sweat.

Qin Luo walked to the roadside and bowed slightly. "Excuse me, sir, what place is this?"

The bald old man stood up and wiped the sweat from his face with the cloth around his neck. "This is Yongji Village. Where are you going?"

"I plan to go to the capital of the Great Xia Kingdom."

The bald old man's eyes were full of envy. "I have never left Jiuyang County in my entire life."

"Ahead is Fenggu Town, and further south is Hongsang City. You can go to the city and take a carriage to the capital."

Qin Luo smiled and said softly, "Grandpa, are there any interesting places nearby?"

The bald old man pointed southeast, his eyes filled with pride. "Three hundred miles southeast of Hongsang City, there are nine great mountains. Legend has it that nine suns are buried there. The nine mountains are burning fiercely, they really scorch people. If you haven't been to Jiuyang Mountain, don't say you've been to Jiuyang County."

Qin Luo looked southeast and could sense unusual energy fluctuations in the distance. His heart suddenly trembled; he had experienced this feeling when he obtained the Dao of Time.

"Thank you, sir."

"You're welcome."

The bald old man continued digging. He saw some shiny copper coins in the ground, immediately bent down to pick them up, blew on them, and then held them to his ear, a joyful smile on his face. "I'm really lucky today. I can even find copper coins in the ground. It looks like it's going to be another bumper year."

Qin Luo passed through Fenggu Town. There were many wild mulberry trees in the mountains, and the mulberries on the trees were a deep, purplish-red.

The little dumpling flew up to a tree to eat mulberries, its ahoge standing on end and its little face excited. "Boss, the mulberries here are so sweet!"

Click!

The little dumpling returned to Qin Luo's shoulder with a mulberry branch in its mouth. Qin Luo reached out and picked a half-red, half-purple mulberry, put it in his mouth and tasted it. It melted in his mouth with a gentle touch, very juicy and sweet.

After Qin Luo finished eating the mulberry, he put the broken mulberry branch into his Qiankun bag. He planned to plant the mulberry branch on Luoxia Peak so that his junior sister could also eat sweet mulberries in the future.

Hongsang City is famous for its silk production, and there are many shops selling silk in the city. The silk here is cheaper than in other places, so many merchants come here to buy it.

Hongsang City was even more bustling than Yong'an City in Yanbei County. Qin Luo entered Hongsang City, enjoying observing the diverse crowds. The most lively place on the street was the teahouse, where storytellers recounted strange tales of the mountains and wilderness, and many children gathered outside the teahouse to listen to their stories.

The little dumpling looked around, swallowing hard. "Boss, can you get me something to eat?"

What would you like to eat?

"Boss, I want to eat meatballs."

Qin Luo saw many children holding skewers of meatballs, and not far away there was a stall cooking skewers, with all kinds of skewers in the pot. "Boss, how much are these skewers?"

The middle-aged vendor said enthusiastically, "Master, vegetarian skewers are one coin each, and meat skewers are three coins each. Buy ten vegetarian skewers and get one free, or buy ten meat skewers and get one free."

"Give me a skewer of meatballs."

Okay.

Qin Luo handed the shopkeeper three copper coins.

He handed a skewer of meatballs to the little girl.

"Thanks, boss!"

The little dumpling ate with great relish.

Qin Luo quickened his pace and left Hongsang City.

In the evening, in the mulberry grove outside the city, many women were picking mulberry leaves, and children were picking mulberries to eat under the trees. They were busy with their lives, both hard and happy.

After the sun sets.

The fiery clouds still lingered on the horizon.

Qin Luo could feel his heart racing; he had experienced this feeling when he first met Hua Ying.

"That place should be Jiuyang Mountain."

Late at night, on the dark red earth, Qin Luo saw an old man with white hair riding a donkey ahead. He sensed that the old man was no ordinary person, so he quickly walked up to him and greeted him, "Senior, where are you going so late?"

The old man had white hair and a youthful face, with white eyebrows and a white beard that reached his chest, giving him an air of otherworldly grace.

The little donkey was quite small; even the white-browed old man sitting on its back wasn't as tall as Qin Luo.

The white-browed elder looked at Qin Luo, pointed ahead, and said calmly with a light laugh, "Young friend, I am preparing to go to Jiuyang Mountain. The great evil there is about to be suppressed."

Qin Luo bowed and said, "I am Qin Luo from Longhu Temple. I was just planning to visit Jiuyang Mountain. If you don't mind, I would like to travel with you."

The white-browed old man's eyes widened. He raised an eyebrow. "Dragon Tiger Temple? Who is your master?"

"Zhang Fulong."

Qin Luo answered truthfully.

The white-browed old man laughed loudly, and couldn't help but sigh, "I didn't expect you to be Zhang Fulong's disciple. It seems that guy is still alive. A long time ago, when I was discussing the Dao with your master in Luofu, he said that if he couldn't win, he would resort to violence. Don't follow his example."

"Chirp chirp chirp!"

The little dumpling burst into laughter.

It knew that Zhang Fulong was not a good person.

Qin Luo was somewhat surprised, not expecting to run into his master's friend on the road. "May I ask how you are addressed, senior?"

"Xu Wuyou!"

"Old Xu."

Qin Luo cupped his hands in acknowledgment.

Those who know the Master are all extraordinary.

Xu Wuyou stroked his beard, smiled and nodded, "Your master doesn't know how to reason, but you seem to be quite reasonable."

"You flatter me, senior."

Qin Luo then asked, "Senior, do you have any plans to go to the capital of the Great Xia Kingdom?"

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