Chapter 135: Temple Escape
After Jiang Qiu escaped, it was still daytime.
There's still some time before dark.
He fled all the way to a small mountain village on the edge of the mountain.
This borderland, where immortals and demons live in a lawless area, would have been a very prosperous area a hundred years ago. However, because of the lawlessness, exiled immortals and demons often committed evil deeds and formed their own factions to fight and rob treasures and money. But later, for some reason, perhaps because the area was too poor, even the bandits felt that there were no resources to be taken and no treasures to be taken. If they continued to stay like this, everyone would have to tighten their belts. So, the people dispersed and the area withered away.
Although the people who were asked for directions were puzzled as to why anyone would go to such a poor place, Jiang Qiu still took a fancy to places like this. If there were too many people, he would be a little scared. Such places are often sparsely populated and the town is not very popular. It takes a hundred miles to reach the closed mountain village in the town. Only a few houses had curling smoke rising from their chimneys, which made Jiang Qiu feel a little at ease.
This place is like a land forgotten by the world. Although it is poor, the people are simple and honest.
No one here could recognize him. He exchanged the spirit stone for a bag of silver and rented a small thatched cottage from a peasant woman.
But Jiang Qiu was so frightened that he still didn't dare to go out during the day.
Although the peasant woman was curious about why such a handsome young man would come to such a remote place for sightseeing, she still believed what Jiang Qiu said. She asked the children at home not to disturb Jiang Qiu's rest. She was also afraid that Jiang Qiu would be hungry if he stayed in the house all the time, so she brought a big bowl of bacon and some corn, which they usually didn't want to eat and only ate during festivals.
When he entered the house, he found that his own child had come to disturb Jiang Qiu again, and he could not help but said angrily:
"Why don't you guys go back? Didn't I tell you not to disturb others' rest? Why don't you listen?"
The two children in coarse linen clothes hid behind Jiang Qiu and whispered:
"Brother said we can play here, Mom."
"Mom, let us play for a while. We like our brother so much."
The peasant woman had no choice but to tell Jiang Qiu that she hoped he would not be offended.
Jiang Qiu, who was already like a frightened bird in the house, didn't find these children annoying at all. On the contrary, the arrival of these children calmed his panicky mood a little.
"No problem, let them play here."
When the children heard Jiang Qiu say this, they all circled around him happily. Jiang Qiu curled his lips helplessly.
Hearing Jiang Qiu say this, the peasant woman, who was originally afraid of disturbing Jiang Qiu, felt relieved. At the same time, she felt grateful to this city boy who looked aloof and difficult to get along with but had such a good heart.
He couldn't help but sit down and chat with Jiang Qiu about the new things he heard from the old lady who had just returned to the village today. These new things were nothing more than which shops had opened in the city this time and whether there were any new and interesting things in the town. Although Jiang Qiu was not interested in these things, he listened to them one by one and said a few words from time to time.
It was only when the peasant woman mentioned that many immortal monks had recently come to the town and were on high alert searching for people that Jiang Qiu's face hardened.
"Auntie, are they monks dressed in black?"
The peasant woman didn't expect that Jiang Qiu, who hadn't been to the town to see, could actually know what clothes the monks were wearing. He was indeed a man who had seen the world and could tell which sect they were from without even looking. She couldn't help but say in surprise:
"Exactly."
"Those immortal sect cultivators are so impressive, so polite when they see everyone. They say if they've seen someone... the one next door said they've posted a lot of paintings looking for someone, and if they find the person, they'll give them several generations of spirit stones. This immortal sect is really generous. Did the cultivator they're looking for commit a crime? Why are immortal sects looking for people this way?"
It's understandable that a village woman who had never seen a demon cultivator would mistake him for an immortal cultivator. Furthermore, people often harbor prejudice against demon cultivators, believing them to be a murderous group. This isn't the case; they're simply disguised beings. Demons aren't as terrifying as they imagine; they're also human beings of flesh and blood.
However, Feng Li is terrible.
Upon hearing this news, Jiang Qiu froze. Even the peasant woman's subsequent praise of his kindness and indescribably handsome appearance... Jiang Qiu, always fond of flattery, ignored it. These people were looking for him, but he had already hidden in the mountain village. They could still find him in the nearby town, and it only took less than three hours.
Jiang Qiu felt a little suffocated. Feng Li, why couldn't Feng Li just let him go?
At the beginning, he should have put some poison on his lips and poisoned Feng Li to death when he opened his mouth. However, he did not trust his own skills and even less his physical condition. He felt that before Feng Li fainted, he would probably faint first as a sign of respect.
The peasant woman suddenly noticed that Jiang Qiu looked very unhappy, and said anxiously:
"Are you okay? Are you not used to these things?"
The kind old lady thought that Jiang Qiu couldn't adapt to the food she brought him, and his face suddenly turned so bad. He blamed himself, and Jiang Qiu finally woke up from his trance, forced a smile, and comforted the old lady who kept blaming herself.
"No, I like these very much. They are delicious. I was just feeling a little depressed."
"You're feeling depressed, you can't feel depressed. I don't have any medicine for this. How about I make you some clear soup? You're wearing so little and it's so cold. I'm afraid you'll be frozen. I'll go get you an extra blanket. Anyway, his father won't be back from hunting today, so I'll go get you an extra blanket."
"No need." Jiang Qiu said, but the old lady had already run out.
In their impression, cultivators are all big and strong and look awe-inspiring. How could they be like Jiang Qiu, a young man who looks weak, sickly, pale and not strong at all? What's more, Jiang Qiu has never displayed his magic in front of them. The cautious Jiang Qiu even walked up to the mountain village when he was about to reach it, so his robes were stained with mud, making people think that he was indeed just a rich young man who had nothing better to do and came to the mountain village to sightsee, recuperate and experience life.
Jiang Qiu sighed in his heart. How could he be cold when he was a cultivator? It was just that his heart was a little cold.
The child next to him saw Jiang Qiu's frown and pale face, and asked with concern:
"Brother, are you unhappy?"
Jiang Qiu was not yet at the point where he could pour out his innermost emotions on the child. He arched his brows and pinched the child's soft cheeks, which were quite pleasant to touch.
"No."
Just as he finished saying this, Jiang Qiu keenly heard the sharp cry of birds ten miles away.
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