Qin Yan's driving skills were naturally excellent, and he drove smoothly all the way without making any mistakes.
Jing Cheng was restless at first, always looking at the rearview mirror, fearing that someone would rear-end him. Once the driver behind him showed the intention of overtaking, he immediately asked Qin Yan to downshift and slow down to make way for the car behind.
Qin Yan didn't know whether to laugh or cry about this.
He was confident in his driving ability, but Jing Cheng was always on edge, which made him nervous as well, as if he was not driving an ordinary private car for tourism, but a tank heading to a battlefield.
Fu Le, who was sitting in the back, saw this scene and couldn't help but laugh at him, "Your mental quality is too poor. Jing Er is a guy who loves racing. Aren't you two twins?"
Jing Cheng: “…” Who is his twin?
He is really talking about things that are not relevant. No wonder he is so unlucky. He deserves bad luck just for his bad mouth.
In the rearview mirror, Jing Cheng's face looked really bad. Chen Zhiyi looked up and saw it, thinking that he was sad because of the death of his relatives, so he whispered to Fu Le: "The dead are the greatest, Fu classmate should say less."
Fu Le curled his lips, muttered a few words under his breath, and then stopped talking.
While Qin Yan was driving, he tilted his head to look at Jing Cheng and asked tentatively, "Are you in a bad mood?"
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Jing Cheng looked at him strangely: "No." Why should he be in a bad mood?
"When will the funeral be held?" Qin Yan thought he was just being stubborn and spoke in an unusually gentle tone.
Jing Cheng then realized what they had misunderstood. However, his relationship with the Jing family was a tangled mess that was too complicated to explain. After thinking for a moment, he said, "There was no funeral. He has been buried."
After answering, he changed the subject as if nothing had happened: "How long will it take to get to the ancient city?"
Qin Yan looked down at the navigation: "If there is no traffic jam ahead, it should be less than an hour."
There was still half an hour to go, Jing Cheng translated it spontaneously in his mind.
He nodded and turned to look outside the car.
It was the first time for Jing Cheng to travel far away by car since he came to this world, so everything he saw was new. However, there was really no good scenery on the highway. On the left was a large truck carrying goods, and on the right was a large tour bus. Their small SUV could only survive in the gap.
If Jing Cheng wanted to see the scenery, he could only tilt his head and look up at the sky.
The ancient city is not far from Shangjing City, and Nancheng District is even closer to the ancient city.
We set off at around 9:30 or almost 10 in the morning and arrived at our destination before noon.
Driving is indeed a strenuous task. Qin Yan drank several bottles of energy drinks in just two hours.
Fortunately, the young man was full of energy, and Qin Yan's face did not show the slightest sign of fatigue from beginning to end.
Fu Le ate and drank all the way and had a stomach full of garbage, and Chen Zhiyi also ate a lot of snacks with him, so when they arrived at the station, several people in the car went to the toilet one by one.
Only Jingcheng stayed in the car.
He is a Taoist practitioner, and the turbid qi in his body is much less than that of a normal person.
I seldom go to the toilet, so no one was surprised.
After staying in the car for a while, Jing Cheng felt a little stuffy, so he opened the door and walked out, looking around curiously.
They have now arrived in the city, still some distance away from the scenic area of the ancient city, but the appearance of the ancient city has already been clearly revealed.
The ancient city lived up to its name. When Jing Cheng got off the car, he almost thought he had traveled through time again.
There are no modern high-rise buildings like those in Beijing. Looking around, the tallest house is only three stories high. Most of them are low bungalows with bluestone roads. The architectural style is similar to that of a hundred years ago, with double eaves, flying corners, carved beams and painted buildings, full of ancient flavor.
The station was bustling with people, and there were tour groups everywhere. Most of them were middle-aged and elderly people. They wore little red hats of the same color and held small colorful flags in their hands. They were very easy to recognize.
A group of people rushed past him, and Jing Cheng unconsciously took a few steps back to make way for them.
Looking back inadvertently, Jing Cheng discovered that there were a few people in Taoist robes getting off a bus not far away.
Taoist priest?
Jing Cheng looked over in surprise.
The leader was a short-haired young man in his early twenties, with a slender figure, wearing a green Taoist robe, and had a handsome face with a hint of smile on his lips.
He was pushing a suitcase with one hand, on top of which was a long mahogany box. Judging from its shape, Jing Cheng guessed that it must contain a sword.
The man standing next to him was a little shorter and looked very young. He wore glasses and an ordinary sweatshirt and jeans. He was holding a laptop in one hand and chattering away about something, seeming very excited.
The Taoists who came down later had serious expressions and seemed to be very old. One of them even had gray hair. However, they looked energetic and had a bit of immortal-like air.
The two young men in front were very respectful to the old Taoist priests who got off the bus later. They bent down to help them with their luggage. Especially the young man in Taoist robe, who was able to carry several heavy-looking bags with one hand without changing his expression.
It looks like he has some internal martial arts skills, Jing Cheng thought, he should not be a fake Taoist priest.
I just don’t know which sect he belongs to?
Zhang Jinzhun was helping his teachers with their luggage. Originally, he was planning to come to the ancient city with Zhang Baodou only. However, when his fellow disciples learned that he was going to come to the ancient city in person, they couldn't sit still.
The ancient city is so dangerous now, how can two people go there?
It’s not that they doubt Zhang Jinhuai’s strength. Zhang Jinhuai is now the leader of this generation of Taoism. They are very confident in this young man who has a promising future.
Of course, they had to have confidence. Zhang Jinhuai could be regarded as the hope of this generation of Taoism. If Zhang Jinhuai was no match for them, Taoism would be completely hopeless.
But Zhang Baodou is a technical geek who only has theories. His fighting power is basically zero. It would take him a long time to kill a chicken. This time he is facing a vicious demon. Wouldn't Zhang Baodou be courting death?
Several elders from the Taoist Association all followed.
"I divined before I came here, and I know that we will be safe this time, and we will have a noble person to help us." An old Taoist priest with a white face and beard said regretfully, "But where exactly this noble person is, I am not good enough, and I have not been able to calculate it yet, alas."
The old Taoist priest standing next to him said disapprovingly: "The secrets of heaven cannot be revealed. If everything can be predicted, how can it be called the secrets of heaven?"
Zhang Jinhuai didn't care about the "noble man" they mentioned, but said: "The army has no fixed position, and the water has no fixed shape. We will stop the enemy with soldiers and cover the water with earth."
Zhang Baodou: "Oh! With my uncle here, no matter what demons or monsters there are, there's nothing to worry about. I checked online before, and there's a reality show being filmed here recently. We can go over and take a look. Oh——"
Before he could finish his words, he was slapped on the back of his head. The gray-haired old Taoist priest glared at him with disapproval: "You are naughty! You have no knowledge!"
Zhang Baodou touched the back of his head in grievance, thinking, is it possible that he is wrong? If there are problems in this world that even his uncle can't solve, then who else can solve them?
But he didn't dare to refute. Seeing the teachers discussing in a serious manner, Zhang Baodou looked around boredly. When he turned his head, he met Jing Cheng's gaze which he had not yet retracted.
Zhang Baodou: "..." Who is this person? How dare he spy on us!
Jing Cheng: “…” He looks silly, but I didn’t expect him to be quite alert.
After looking at each other for a moment, they both gave each other a friendly smile, then nodded and turned their heads.
Jing Cheng turned around because he had a rough idea in his mind. It was clearly written in the forum that the ancient city had been in chaos recently and there were demons causing trouble here. These people dressed as Taoists should be here to solve the trouble.
But he just observed that, except for the young man in the lead, the others had unsteady steps, and they just looked more energetic, especially the one wearing glasses, who obviously had no fighting power at all, and had dark circles under his eyes, showing signs of kidney deficiency from staying up too late.
What good can be achieved by recruiting this group of useless people?
Jing Cheng shook his head disapprovingly, thinking that it still depends on himself.
On the other side, Zhang Baodou turned around and felt more and more uncomfortable the more he thought about it. He always felt that the other person's last smile was strange, as if he was mocking something.
So he quickly grabbed the people around him and said nervously: "I found someone spying on us, Junior Master, take a look at that person, is there anything wrong with him?"
Zhang Jinhuai was stunned for a moment, and looked in the direction he pointed. There stood a young man who looked young, with delicate features, and was talking to a boy of the same age as him.
His heart moved, and he had an inexplicable sense of familiarity.
Strange, they shouldn't have seen it...
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Fu Le was the first to come back, carrying a bag of snacks and drinks. Seeing Jing Cheng standing in front of the car waiting for them, he threw him a bottle of coconut milk and said with a grin, "Look, Brother Yan asked me to buy this for you."
No wonder it took him so long to come back, it turns out he went out to buy food again.
Jing Cheng took the coconut milk, thanked him, and asked, "Where are they?"
Fu Le unscrewed a bottle of Coke, took a big gulp, and smacked his lips in satisfaction: "Oh, I've eaten too many snacks along the way, I'm so thirsty. What about them? Brother Yan is looking for someone to ask for directions, and Chen Zhiyi is calling his family. I guess they will separate from us early."
Jing Cheng nodded. Seeing him finish a bottle of Coke in just a few gulps, he frowned and said, "You're thirsty, why don't you drink water? Why drink this?"
"How can drinking water quench my thirst? I never drink water."
"Your lifestyle..."
Fu Le quickly waved his hands, made an expression that said "I can't stand you" and said, "Why are you like my mother, thinking like an old person?"
Jing Cheng glanced at him and said slowly, "I read a news story online a while ago, saying that people who don't drink water when they are thirsty and use beverages to quench their thirst eventually develop diabetes."
Fu Le choked: "...The information on the Internet is exaggerated. It's not true to see a doctor online, starting with cancer."
Jing Cheng said meaningfully: "Haha."
Fu Le: “…” I always felt that he was not giving advice, but a curse.
At this time, Chen Zhiyi came running over from nowhere, panting and saying, "I have to go, the housekeeper is here to pick me up, you guys can just come with me, so you don't have to find a place to stay. Our house is big, there's definitely enough room for you."
Jing Cheng didn't care and looked at Fu Le.
He originally thought that Fu Le would agree immediately. After all, they were classmates and they chatted for a long time along the way, so they should have a good relationship. Besides, Fu Le always hated trouble.
As expected, after hesitating for a moment, he rejected it outright: "I'd better not disturb you. Brother Yan has already booked a hotel before coming here."
Jing Cheng thought, how come I didn't know he had booked a hotel? I was searching for the address of a famous hotel in the ancient city when I was waiting for the traffic light in the car just now...
Not sure if it was Jing Cheng's illusion, but he noticed that Chen Zhiyi's face seemed to turn pale, and he reluctantly said, "Oh, well, I wish you a pleasant journey, and call me anytime if you need anything."
After Chen Zhiyi walked away with the luggage, Jing Cheng turned around and asked Fu Le: "Have you booked a hotel?"
Fu Le laughed twice, but didn't answer him. He turned his head and looked into the distance: "Hey? Brother Yan seems to be back."
Jing Cheng looked at him suspiciously, feeling something was wrong.
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