Chapter 147 The Forbearing Breeze
Qing Yi sprang to action upon hearing the sound, striding a few steps to the front of the Three Winter Monsters, and skillfully unleashed their sealed acupoints. The three monsters trembled slightly, a complex expression flashing in their eyes.
"Thank you." The white-bearded old monster blushed slightly, as if ashamed of being dominated by two younger men. He quickly waved his sleeves and flew away with the other two. Being easily captured by two young men was truly humiliating for them. However, the martial arts world was full of hidden talents, and the fact that someone could break the Seven Star Formation made them accept their defeat with conviction, and they secretly sighed at the formidable young people.
Qing Yi looked at the direction they left, frowned slightly, turned to look at Ye Qingyu, and asked, "Xiao Ye, are you going to let them go so easily?" There was a hint of unwillingness in his tone.
Ye Qingyu remained calm as he slowly explained, "The Three Winter Monsters are renowned figures in the martial arts world. After this incident, they'll have learned their lesson and won't bother us again." He paused briefly before continuing, "The mastermind behind this is the real issue. If we take their lives, they'll undoubtedly exploit this to stir up strife within the martial arts world. That's more harm than good."
After hearing this, Qing Yi, though still feeling aggrieved, understood the truth of Ye Qingyu's words. He muttered, "We barely escaped this disaster! We have to give these three old monsters a good beating and vent our anger!"
Ye Qingyu smiled softly, a smile that held some soothingness in it: "Forget it, now that we've finished our business here, let's go back to the inn and have a good rest for a day, and then continue our journey tomorrow."
Qingfeng and Qingqing always obey their master's decisions. Although Qingyi was still unwilling in his heart, he knew that Xiaoye was looking at the long-term, so he stopped talking.
The town was small, with narrow streets and lanes, and looked rather simple. Ye Qingyu decided to stay here today mainly because Qingfeng was injured and needed a quiet place to recuperate and rest.
The four of them strolled leisurely towards the inn.
"Treacle cake! Sweet and delicious molasses cake!" A tempting hawking voice came from afar.
"Hey, what's so sweet?" Qing Yi was already very curious, and when he heard the hawking, he was instantly intrigued and his head involuntarily turned in the direction of the voice.
Not far away, a thin porter was carrying a load on his shoulder, shouting at the top of his voice while walking and selling local snacks.
"Hey, young man, what are you selling?" Qing Yi strode up to the porter and asked.
"Hey, sir, I'm selling molasses cake, which is the most delicious and famous delicacy in our area!" When the porter saw a customer coming, he stopped hurriedly and his face was instantly filled with a smile.
"Let me take a look." Qing Yi said as he looked at the tightly covered burden with interest.
"Here they are, young master, look!" the porter said as he deftly opened the lid of one of the baskets. Inside was a neatly stacked row of pale yellow cakes, their surface smooth and delicate, evenly dotted with a good amount of attractively colored nuts.
"Wow, this smells pretty good!" Qingqing was also attracted by this novel pastry and came over curiously.
"Yes, girl! Around here, every household keeps bees, so there's plenty of honey. But when it comes to the craft of making molasses cake, my family is the best in the surrounding villages! This is a craft passed down from generation to generation, made with the freshest and purest nectar. I guarantee you'll want to eat more!" Seeing that someone was interested, the porter immediately started to sell the cake with great enthusiasm. His eloquence could even bring the dead back to life.
"How are they selling?" Qing Yi looked at the molasses cakes carefully again and then asked.
"Ten coins a piece, sir, you should buy one and try it, it's absolutely worth the money!" The porter quickly stretched out his finger to gesture.
"Master, do you want to buy some to try?" He turned his head slightly and looked at Ye Qingyu with an inquiring look.
"Give me ten yuan to try." Qing Yi made the decision before Ye Qingyu could express his opinion.
"Okay, sir! Please wait a moment, I will pack it for you right away!" The porter was immediately delighted when he heard it, and began to pack the molasses cakes with swift hands and feet.
Why buy molasses cake? Everyone knows that the Northwest Prince loves to eat sweet things.
The four of them arrived at the inn.
Qingqing carefully opened the paper package containing the molasses cake, and the sweet aroma instantly spread throughout the room. Qingyi took the first piece and put it into his mouth without hesitation. As soon as he took a bite, his brows furrowed slightly, and a subtle expression flashed across his face. Qingqing had been paying attention to his reaction and couldn't help but ask, "Is it not tasty?"
Qing Yi didn't answer directly. Instead, he handed the bitten molasses cake to Ye Qingyu and said, "Xiao Ye, eat it."
Ye Qingyu took it and took a light bite. In an instant, the sweetness of honey spread in her mouth, and the rich sweetness went straight to her heart.
He nodded slightly, looked at Qingfeng and Qingqing, and said, "You should try it too, it tastes really good."
Qingqing was already full of curiosity. When she heard her master say that, she immediately picked up a piece and put it in her mouth to taste it carefully. Her eyes gradually lit up and she smiled and said, "It's quite sweet. It tastes really good!"
Seeing his master raving about the molasses cake, yet Qingyi's expression clearly showing his dislike, Qingfeng knew it must be incredibly sweet. He'd never liked sweets, but since his master had asked, it was hard to refuse. He picked out a smaller piece and slowly put it into his mouth, chewing it bit by bit.
Qing Yi found it very funny to see Qing Feng trying so hard to endure the sweetness, and he suddenly felt amused. When Qing Feng finally finished the piece of molasses cake in his hand, Qing Yi deliberately said, "It's rare that Qing Feng likes it too. Have another piece."
Qingfeng's heart skipped a beat. He suddenly looked at Qingyi, his eyes full of helplessness. He thought to himself: Still eating? I barely ate this piece.
"Eh? Qingfeng likes to eat?" Qingqing heard Qingyi's words and couldn't help but look at Qingfeng with surprise on her face. Although Qingfeng was not picky about food on weekdays, it was rare to see him like sweet things.
Qingfeng was usually taciturn, but at this moment he quickly refused, saying, "Thank you, Master Qingyi. I am full."
Qing Yi refused to give up and deliberately joked: "Haha, don't be polite, eat if you like, and buy more if you don't have enough."
Seeing this, Qingfeng thought it would be best to leave this troubled place first, and said quickly, "Master, I will leave first."
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