Wang Yangming cleverly dodged the assassin's sneak attack, but he was not at all moved by it.
He knew that his innate cultivation was enough to crush the person in front of him.
Wang Yangming was quite good at riding, shooting and swordsmanship, and he was not a weak scholar.
But now his cultivation level is only the ninth level of the acquired realm, how can he be a match for the assassin in front of him.
The old man Baihun just wanted to kill Wang Yangming and then tell the news to the Eighth Prince to make him feel guilty.
An official who pleaded for you is dead, Eighth Prince, what do you think?
Of course, Old Man Baihun didn’t really care about this and just made his move casually.
Therefore, he just asked the Netherworld Cult to send some killers, and then the Netherworld Cult leader Baisun Taoist went to find this person.
Wang Yangming was certainly no match for the assassin. He was forced into a corner and found nowhere to retreat.
Then he suddenly exerted force, stepped back, and crashed into the wooden wall with all his strength.
It was originally a wooden room and was inside a ship, so it was not very sturdy. With his acquired cultivation, he was able to smash the wall.
Then, without stopping, he took advantage of the momentum and jumped into the surging river.
Seeing this, the assassin frowned and cursed inwardly.
I thought the task would be easy, but it turned out to be so difficult.
He didn't dare to hesitate at all and jumped into the river. The punishment for failing to complete the task of the Netherworld Sect was extremely severe.
With his innate cultivation level, this kind of river water naturally could not take his life.
But it’s easy to lose the target… and have to search again.
In the turbulent river, the distance between the two people was getting farther and farther.
Besides, it was night time now, with only moonlight and the river reflecting some silver ripples, making it even harder to see clearly.
After some struggle, Wang Yangming finally found a relatively flat river beach and climbed up the shore with difficulty.
He was soaked through and his clothes stuck to his body, which is how he barely escaped the assassination.
But most of the luggage was lost, and the things given by the caravan leader were not with them.
All he had with him was the appointment document, a few ingots of silver, and the sword in his hand.
Although it was late at night, I could hear the chirping of insects coming from this place.
Wang Yangming knew that if he found a place to sleep here, all kinds of insects might suck him into a dried corpse the next day.
I was not discouraged and took advantage of the moonlight.
Looking around, I saw an orange-yellow fire swaying in the night in the distance. Where the fire was, there seemed to be human habitation.
If you stay in this jungle, you will be dead.
He had no choice but to use the sharp sword in his hand to cut off the thorns and bushes that blocked the way and move towards the fire with difficulty.
After walking for about a quarter of an hour, a dilapidated Taoist temple appeared before his eyes.
The Taoist temple's mud walls are peeling and it looks dilapidated.
The firelight came from inside, and Wang Yangming hurried up in two steps.
But he found that in this Taoist temple, there was only a sloppy old man with deep wrinkles and shaggy beard, who looked very old.
His eyes were closed, as if he was deep in thought.
Even when Wang Yangming arrived, there was no reaction.
"Old man, can I stay here for one night?" Wang Yangming walked up to the old man and bowed respectfully, but he was nervous in his heart, worried about the language barrier.
After all, this is Nanling, and you may not understand some of the local dialects.
The old man seemed to be hard of hearing or slow to react.
After a while, he looked at Wang Yangming and took a quick look at the young man.
He nodded and said, "Please do as you please. I am just staying here, not the owner."
"Thank you." After receiving the reply, Wang Yangming walked in.
After all, it is autumn now. If you get wet, it will be a bit cold when the cold wind blows at night.
The old man said again: "You are wet, warm yourself here."
"Thank you very much, old man." Wang Yangming did not refuse. He took off his wet coat and sat by the fire to warm it.
The two of them struck up a conversation, and the old man asked, "You appear to be a scholar, so why did you come to Nanling?"
And ended up in such a mess? This is not a good place.
If I could leave, I would have left long ago."
When Wang Yangming heard this, he smiled and recounted how he was demoted, assassinated, and saved his life by jumping into the river.
"You are quite open-minded. If you were an ordinary person.
If you encounter something like this, you will probably cry out to the heavens and the earth." The old man seemed to be infected by Wang Yangming's behavior.
He also laughed out loud, and his wrinkles seemed to smooth out a little.
Wang Yangming squeezed the water out of his clothes and said, "No matter how much you complain, what happened is a fact.
Things in the world are unpredictable, and only by looking at them with a normal mind can we remain unmoved."
The old man slapped his hands when he heard this and said, "Facts won't change just because you complain. This sentence has taught me a lesson."
If everyone could be more open-minded, then there would be less regret in this world.
Just for what you said, I will give you a gift."
After saying that, he took out two hot cassavas from the fire with his hands.
After being roasted, it had already emitted an enticing aroma, and then one was thrown to Wang Yangming.
"Don't look down on me, I dug this up in the mountains. Not many people in this world can eat it."
The temperature was so hot that Wang Yangming could hardly hold it steady, and the old man couldn't stop laughing when he saw it.
After Wang Yangming expressed his gratitude, he began to eat and found the food fragrant, glutinous and delicious.
Seeing the old man's conversation and accent, he didn't seem like a Nanling native, so he asked curiously, "Are you from Nanling?"
The old man ate his cassava and answered, "I went to the Central Plains some time ago, so I learned some things. I haven't used them in a while, so they're a little rusty."
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