Chapter 58 The Fragmented Daoist 20
Inside the carriage, the silence was similar to that on the street outside.
No one spoke as they looked at each other.
Finally, Su Wenyin coughed: "Ahem, this little white guy is quite smart...capable."
Yan Xia: “…………”
He even saw the lip shape of the word "闸".
Outside the carriage, Xiaobai shook his bangs again.
Although I didn't understand it, it was definitely praising it. These humans are pretty good!!
Yan Xia adjusted her crooked hair bun and said to the window, "Xiao Zhi... Xiao Bai, let's go!"
Xiaobai, who only had to execute one command, started walking again with a grunt.
Outside the carriage, the storytelling sounds in the teahouse had stopped. It was obvious that they were just watching their fun.
After all, you can listen to the storyteller’s books at any time, but a horse that can spin by itself is rare, and it’s one less chance to see it.
Yan Xia was satisfied that he no longer heard his heroic deeds from the storyteller.
Although this quiet time may only last for a short while, others may listen to it, but family members must not listen to it. All the dark history must be eliminated in the bud.
Of course, it would be better if the storyteller could tell the heroic deeds of the other three people in the family.
Yan Xia thought secretly, why not find an opportunity to give some advice to the storyteller?
The more Yan Xia thought about it, the more he felt that his idea was a good one. He could put it into practice when he came back next time.
This way, even if they leave this world, his parents and his brother will still be remembered by people.
Seeing how much he cared about his family, Yan Xia was moved.
Then, Yan Xia, who was immersed in her own fantasy, was patted on the back of her head by Su Wenyin: "What are you thinking about? Why are you smiling so foolishly? Did you get infected by that stupid horse?"
How could he say what he was thinking? Yan Xia avoided the main point: "Don't say that. Our Xiaobai is not stupid."
Xiaobai, who was walking noisily outside the carriage, shook his head, as if he heard someone calling him stupid.
Something is wrong. It is the smartest flying horse.
It seems that these humans have other horses, so it has to work harder! !
Xiaobai exerted force on his feet and walked more steadily.
In the carriage, Su Wenyin looked suspicious.
Yan Xia didn't look at his mother and tried to change the subject, but as soon as he lifted the curtain on the carriage, he saw four statues outside.
This time, the hair has turned purple.
The last time they came, it was still turning blue, so it looks like it has already had its turn.
Following Yan Xia's line of sight, the other three naturally saw it as well.
Su Wenyin let out a "whoosh" and said to the front: "Xiaosha... Xiaobai, walk faster."
Don't look at this statue for too long. It's easy to make a hole in the sole of your shoe. It would be such a waste if you damage it!
The little white horse quickened its pace, its hair shaking, and walked away with big strides.
The big horse eyes rolled around, and it understood that the other horse of these humans was called Xiaosha!
Then it must be more capable than this little fool!!
Xiaobai, who was determined to be the leader among the flying horses, walked so fast that before Yan Xia closed the curtain, the four statues outside had already quickly retreated from his sight.
However, when they were about to disappear, Yan Xia noticed with his sharp eyes that the two sturdy men he had seen last time seemed to be coming again with buckets. They both looked very heroic and looked like they were going to do something big.
Yan Xia touched his hair which had turned black and wanted to go down and tell someone that he might as well just paint it black. It would be quite troublesome to adjust the color every day.
The two sturdy men had no idea that someone was thinking of talking to them, and they were carrying the buckets happily. Since they had these four statues, they had one more job, and more work meant more money.
They are all brought by the Taoist priests. We must serve them well, no...we must serve the statues of the Taoist priests well. They are not only saviors but also the God of Wealth.
The carriage stopped and started in Lingcheng. Yan Xia and his friends bought some food and went some distance out of the city.
The Taoist priests from other sects who were still in Feiyu Sect finally found out that the elders they were waiting for had already left Feiyu Sect.
Even though his master, Elder Hongning, came to Feiyu Sect once, he still did not leave with him. Taoist Songyuan of Wuji Sect stood in the main hall of Feiyu Sect, looking at Sect Master Yang Yan with an expression of "How treacherous this guy is!"
"You didn't even inform us when you were seeing the elder off. Isn't that a bit too much, Sect Master?"
Taoist Songyuan's eyes showed annoyance that could not be hidden. If they could just see them off, perhaps they could have lured a few elders into their own sect.
Sect Master Yang Yan shrugged with a smile: "I would also like to tell you, but this is what the elders want."
Taoist Priest Songyuan and others: “…………”
If you take that smiling expression off your face, we might believe it a little more.
Sect Master Yang Yan couldn’t take it in.
Still smiling at the people in front of him, the meaning in his eyes was very clear...
These elders have all left, isn't it time for you to leave too? !
What is he doing staying in Feiyu Sect all day long? He has been there for so long but he hasn't managed to bring a few elders to his own sect. He hasn't even seen them a few times.
When Sect Master Yang Yan thought of this and looked at these faces that he had seen since his youth, he felt that there must be something wrong with these old guys.
He wanted to lure a few elders into his own sect, but he didn't dare to disturb them openly, so he stayed in their Feiyu Sect every day hoping to have some chance encounters.
What did you encounter by chance? You thought you were looking for a Taoist partner. Is fate stronger than heaven? !
The key point is that except for the change in their hair color, these people also imitated the habits of the elders.
I ate a lot of their food during these days in Feiyu Sect, but they didn't even give me any money for food.
Thinking of this, Sect Master Yang Yan said again the words to drive the man away. This man has grown old, but his appetite has also grown. No one knows how it happened.
Taoist Priest Songyuan had a look on his face that showed he was not afraid of the scalding water. There was no way he was going to leave and he had to stay here.
This Feiyu Sect has been lived in by several elders, so the feng shui must have improved a lot.
Thinking of this, Taoist Songyuan directly bid farewell to Sect Master Yang Yan, saying that he was going to find the master of Zhengyang Peak to discuss Taoism.
Since several elders are not here, it would not be considered a nuisance if they go to Zhengyangfeng.
That's where the elders have always lived. Maybe they can find some opportunities for breakthroughs there.
The family of four, who had no idea they had this function, ran into some trouble at this time.
Actually, it can’t be considered a trouble, it’s just that the way forward is blocked.
A few minutes ago, before he even got here, Yan Xia heard the crackling sounds of fighting.
When I got closer, I saw two groups of people fighting each other. It was quite fierce, but none of their moves looked fatal.
One group of people wore the uniform clothing of the Hehuan Sect, while the other group wore more casual clothing, looking like independent cultivators.
The two groups were fighting and cursing at the same time. Yan Xia roughly understood that the cause of the conflict was that when the two groups met, a disciple of the Hehuan Sect fell in love with a female cultivator among the wandering practitioners.
Then, in accordance with the usual style of the Hehuan Sect, of course he would simply and directly ask the person if he could practice dual cultivation with him.
Not everyone can accept the Hehuan Sect's way of practicing. The female monk was so angry that her face turned red. Her brother immediately started fighting with the Hehuan Sect disciple.
So as the fight went on, what was originally a fight between two people turned into a fight between two groups of people.
The female monk's brother scolded the disciple of Hehuan Sect for being shameless. The disciple of Hehuan Sect also felt that he was wronged. He just asked a question. If he didn't agree, then forget it. He didn't keep pestering her. Why did she scold him? Besides, how could he be shameless? He had a good-looking face. There was an outer disciple in the sect who wanted to practice dual cultivation with him, but he didn't agree.
Hearing that people still cared about their image at this time, Yan Xia's eyes twitched. The Hehuan Sect really did not change for thousands of years, caring a lot about their image and seeking pleasure and love very casually.
Yan Xia's family of four, who had no intention of getting involved in the fight between the two groups, tried to go around them, but found that it seemed impossible to do so.
The flying horses were moving very fast, and they were already quite a distance out of the city. The roads here were rather remote, and there was no road to walk on at the foot of the mountain.
The flying horse could fly into the sky, but the two groups of people were fighting everywhere, some were crackling on the ground, and some were making noises in the sky.
Moreover, they cannot take care of so many things during a fight, which causes their movements to be a bit messy. They may be ten meters away at the beginning and then twenty meters away in the next second.
Su Wenyin lifted the curtain and took a look: "Wait a minute, there's no rush."
They can go over after the fight.
Who would have thought that just as Su Wenyin finished speaking, the little white horse pulling the carriage gathered its strength and was ready to charge forward.
The force exerted by the kick seemed to be saying to the people in the carriage...
Just wait and see how this outstanding flying horse stands out from the crowd! !
Seeing that the carriage was about to start, Yan Xia said urgently: "Calm down, calm down! Xiaobai, don't be so reckless."
The flying horse is not a monster suitable for fighting. It can withstand a single blow from an opponent.
Xiaobai was a little unhappy when he was called. He didn't quite understand why the humans didn't let him go. He had to go when he was in doubt! He could go!
The fact that their large carriage stopped here naturally attracted the attention of the two groups, but neither of them cared and the fight was still in full swing.
Yan Xia was still a little patient at first, but after ten minutes, he had had enough of the excitement and the two groups showed no intention of separating. Besides, it was getting dark, and according to their plan, they wanted to find a beautiful place to have a picnic before dark.
It would be bad if we delay here. We originally thought that they could finish the battle in three or four minutes, but judging from this trend, it might not be over in thirty or forty minutes.
It is said that the mother and daughter are similar. Yan Xia was just thinking about this when his own mother poked his arm and said, "Go and tell her, son."
Yan Xia roughly pulled open the curtain in front of him and leaned halfway out, shouting, "Fellow Daoists, can you please make way for us? Let us pass and then you can fight."
A Hehuan Sect disciple who was in the fight didn't even turn his head and said, "Who do you think you are..."
Before he could finish his words, the cultivator who was fighting with him suddenly stopped fighting. As if stimulated by something, he stood straight to the ground, saluted, and shouted loudly: "Elder Zixia!"
These four words were like some kind of talisman, and the crackling and snapping sounds disappeared in an instant.
The scene was silent for a moment, with only the sound of Xiaobai shaking his hair left.
Yan Xia raised his eyebrows, who knows him?
Not only did they not have colorful hair when they went out this time, but in order not to attract unnecessary attention, his mother also spent a few days learning how to draw talismans. In the end, she drew a few breath-suppressing talismans. The talisman paper drawn by those in the Tribulation Crossing Stage was so different that most people could not tell it was there.
In the eyes of outsiders, no one can see their cultivation level now.
That obviously means she recognized his face.
Yan Xia coughed and said, "Hello, fellow Taoist, can you let us go first?"
The casual cultivator came back to his senses from his daze, his face full of fear, excitement, and lingering emotions. He spoke a little haltingly, "Okay, okay, no... Taoist priest, no... Elders, please."
After saying that, he quickly stepped aside and stood in front of a tree at the edge of the road, as if he was competing with the tree to see which one was straighter.
The face of the Hehuan Sect disciple who said the three words earlier was as pale as a piece of paper, and his legs seemed to be trembling slightly under his clothes.
Yan Xia: “…………”
They don't eat humans, so why are they so scared? If you don't know, you might think the devil has arrived.
Yan Xia pursed his lips. Before his upper body returned to the carriage, he saw two groups of people standing stiffly in front of him. When they saw the wandering cultivator retreat to the edge of the road, their bodies started to follow suit before their brains could react.
So much so that, three seconds later, what Yan Xia saw was...
Two groups of people stood straight on both sides of the not-so-wide road, one side was a group of independent cultivators, the other side was disciples of the Hehuan Sect. They stood in neat rows, just like welcoming guests in the lobby or the arrival of a domineering boss. It was not difficult to wonder whether these two groups would bow to see them off when they passed by.
Yan Xia's family of four: "…………"
It doesn't have to be so neat, as long as it can pass.
"Xiaobai, let's go!"
After commanding this stupid horse, Yan Xia sat back in the carriage.
It was still quiet outside the carriage, with only the sound of the little white horse's hooves stepping on the ground.
Xiaobai held his head high all the way, look! !
This group of humans must have been hiding under its majestic body! !
As soon as they saw it was about to rush forward, they gave way.
It! Xiaobai!! It will be the fighting horse among the flying horses!!!
Yan Xia, who had no idea that this silly horse had such a great ambition, sat in the carriage and quietly lifted the curtain by the window a little bit.
Then they saw that when their carriage passed the section between the two groups of people, someone actually bowed. It was the Hehuan Sect disciple who had stopped talking halfway before.
Because of his big move, the people around him followed suit, bending over and shouting, whispering, "Elders, please walk slowly."
The sounds came one after another, not as neatly as before when they took their seats. It was obvious that no one was very experienced.
Yan Xia: “…………”
Don't do this. If outsiders see this, there will probably be rumors tomorrow that this family of four is arrogant.
In order to show that he was actually easy to talk to, Yan Xia stretched his arm out of the window, half of his face appeared, and waved his hand: "Don't be so polite, just do what you need to do and continue fighting."
As soon as he finished speaking, the two groups of people shook their heads and waved their hands: "No more fighting, no more fighting. Elder, take care."
The expressions of each of them were as if they were about to swear that they would not take action again, otherwise they would be struck by lightning.
Yan Xia: “…………”
Forget it, no one believes the truth these days.
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