Chapter 15: Sharing an Inn: Aren't you used to sharing a room with others? ...
Wen Xuechi's eyes moved slightly: "This is..."
"It's for you. When I first saw it, I thought it suited you perfectly. Want to try it on?" Lou Wanqiao smiled as he moved closer. "Brother Wen, your chivalrous character is perfect for something as elegant and graceful as this."
He opened his mouth and laughed too: "Brother Liu..."
"Try? I'll help you."
Wen Xuechi had originally tied his hair neatly with a headband, not having paid much attention to this aspect of his attire. Lou Wanqiao pushed him into a chair, untied the hairband, and his hair fell down.
It felt good to the touch, and his hair was thick, flowing down his back. He sat quietly in a chair, looking at the mirror. Two people were reflected in the bronze mirror. Lou Wanqiao stood behind him, lowering her head and lifting a strand of hair.
"Brother Wen, your hair is so beautiful—" She lowered her head and smoothed her long hair, then put the white jade hairpin into her hair, tightening it while wrapping it around her.
Lou Wanqiao took a step back and looked at the person in the mirror, then smiled with satisfaction: "Not bad~"
Wen Xuechi raised his eyes and met the smiling eyes of the person in the mirror.
He was a little dazed, and his ears started to feel hot.
"What's wrong, Brother Wen? Are you dissatisfied?"
Wen Xuechi came back to his senses and stood up suddenly: "Satisfied, very satisfied. Brother Liu's hairpin is very beautiful... I like this gift very much and will definitely treasure it."
Lou Wanqiao nodded: "Brother Wen, you have performed a great deed today! I was ready to support you, but I didn't expect..."
I didn't expect Wen Xuechi to be able to defeat Cen Luye in such a short time.
This was something she couldn't believe.
In Lou Wanqiao's impression, this great general's martial arts skills were top-notch. He had killed many enemies on horseback and had made many military achievements.
Wen Xuechi was very powerful, but to beat Cen Luye like that in such a short time...
Lou Wanqiao's first reaction was to take advantage of Cen Luye's inattention and take action.
But now that I think about it carefully, Cen Luye is definitely not an ordinary person. Even if he used some tricks, it wouldn't be so fast...
The look she gave Wen Xuechi became increasingly strange.
"What, what's wrong, Brother Liu?" Wen Xuechi looked at her expression and suddenly had an indescribable feeling.
Lou Wanqiao smiled and said, "Brother Wen, I haven't asked you before, but where did you learn from?"
"Why are you asking this all of a sudden?" Wen Xuechi was taken aback. Although he felt a little strange, he still answered obediently, "Luping Mountain, Yinluan Sect."
Lou Wanqiao had never been familiar with the affairs of the martial arts world, so naturally, he had never heard of these things. However, after he answered like this, Lou Wanqiao nodded and said, "Brother Wen, your kung fu is amazing. I really admire you!"
"Hey, when it comes to Kung Fu, Brother Liu is the real deal. Every move he makes is unexpected, and his fighting style is bizarre. It really opened my eyes."
"Haha, don't be modest with me now..."
The two continued to walk towards Jiangbei. These days, they met more and more people from the martial arts world in inns and on the road. It seemed that this martial arts conference was indeed grand in scale.
Finally reaching their destination, the temperature had dropped even lower. The further north they went, the colder it became, and they all wore cloaks.
The white bird circled in the sky and landed on his arm. Wen Xuechi took the letter off its feet, glanced down, and happily turned to the people around him and said, "Brother Liu, she will be here tomorrow! Let's go to Chunlai Inn and wait for her."
"good!"
"Honestly, we only have one room left. You two know the situation here lately..." The waiter rubbed his hands awkwardly, "Look at this...how about you two just make do with this for now?"
The two looked at each other.
Wen Xuechi lowered his head in thought, while Lou Wanqiao nodded calmly, "Alright!"
"Brother Lou!"
"Hmm? Aren't you used to living in the same room with others?" Lou Wanqiao was also very understanding. "Then why don't we..."
"That's not it!" Wen Xuechi took out some silver from his sleeve and handed it to the waiter, "Then this one will do."
"Okay!"
The two of them went upstairs, one after the other, and pushed open the door of the inn. It wasn't a very large room, but it looked neat and the layout was comfortable.
Lou Wanqiao rubbed his red, frozen hands, blew a breath of warm air into his palms, and quickly closed the doors and windows tightly.
"Brother Wen, tell me more about this martial arts conference. Can anyone participate? Can I?"
"Of course you can. The martial arts conference has no barriers to entry, and it brings together heroes from all over the world. Everyone wants to see other martial arts schools besides their own, and learn a few tricks. It can broaden your horizons and make friends, so why not? Furthermore, those truly powerful masters can also use this opportunity to improve themselves. The most powerful will withstand various challenges and eventually become the leader of the martial arts world. The leader of the martial arts world changes every three years, which means that the martial arts conference is held every three years."
"That sounds great! I'll take this opportunity to go out and have a look—"
"Oh? Brother Liu is going to participate too?" Wen Xuechi became interested.
Lou Wanqiao thought for a moment, shook his head, put his hands on his hips and looked up: "I don't want to be the leader of the martial arts world."
"Wow, so confident! Hey...but I believe in Brother Liu."
"Okay, it's getting late, go get some rest, Brother Wen." Lou Wanqiao chose a bed by the window and lay down directly. The bed was a bit hard, but barely slept well. This was a standard room with two beds, so Wen Xuechi lay down on the bed against the wall on the other side.
"Speaking of which...Brother Liu, it's been so long, and I still don't know your calligraphy. Can you tell me?"
She was silent for a moment, then said softly, "Liu... Zizhao."
"Zizhao. Can I call you that?"
"Of course. With our relationship, calling each other by name is no problem."
"My name is Yan Gui. Wen Yan Gui."
"Wen... uh, Yan Gui, your name is really nice."
Lou Wanqiao blew out the candle and scratched his head in the darkness. It was a bit awkward to call someone by their given name at this point, but it was also a good opportunity to get closer.
If Wen Xuechi could become our helper, it would save us a lot of effort.
The next morning, Wen Xuechi's friend arrived on horseback.
At that time, Lou Wanqiao was leaning against the window eating breakfast. A woman in a red dress reined in her horse in front of the inn and looked up at him.
She has bright eyes, white teeth, and a radiant look. She is a very beautiful woman.
She waved towards the window. Lou Wanqiao turned around and saw Wen Xuechi standing behind her, eating a meat bun with her, and nodded slightly.
She took two extra meat buns with her and took them downstairs.
"You're here." Wen Xuechi walked down the stairs and sat down at an empty table. The woman sat across from him, and Lou Wanqiao sat between them. She thought for a moment, then took out two meat buns and handed them over.
The woman was slightly startled, then looked down at the outstretched hand and the steaming bun. She smiled and took it with a curved look in her eyes: "Thank you, I was in a hurry to leave and didn't have time to eat."
"Waiter, another bowl of soy milk." Lou Wanqiao waved.
"Okay!"
The woman looked at Wen Xuechi with a smile: "You have a really nice friend."
"That's right, Zizhao is a wonderful person." Wen Xuechi hugged Lou Wanqiao and patted his shoulder. "By the way, Qinse, I have something to ask of you."
"Well, I heard about it. Let me see it."
Qinse? Is that her name?
Lou Wanqiao took out the scroll and made sure that no one was paying attention before slowly spreading it out on the table.
Qinse took small bites of the bun, chewed it slowly and swallowed it, her eyes scanning the pages of the book: "Yeah, I know this."
Lou Wanqiao exclaimed in surprise, "Miss Qin is amazing! I'll leave it to you then."
Qinse burst out laughing. "My last name isn't Qin anymore. Qinse is just my nickname. Doesn't it sound good? I'm a great pianist."
Playing the piano...very good?
Lou Wanqiao touched her nose, not understanding the meaning of this sentence, but she nodded: "Okay, Miss Qinse."
"You and Achi can just call me Qinse." Qinse turned a page and read it carefully from top to bottom. "Hmm... It seems to describe a ritual. As long as you complete this ritual, you can be resurrected."
Resurrection?!
There is such a ridiculous thing.
Lou Wanqiao frowned, looking rather incredulous: "Can we tell from this where this ritual originated?"
"I don't know where it originated exactly, but I know this text. It came from a group of foreigners. I guess this ritual probably came from there as well. I will write the translation of these pages to you in the next two days, and you can take a closer look then." Qinse finished eating the buns and continued to drink soy milk.
Seeing that she was concentrating on eating, Lou Wanqiao didn't want to disturb her. Anyway, the matter was almost resolved and the result would be available soon.
So Lou Wanqiao waved and ordered two more plates of side dishes.
The martial arts conference was just two days away, and the inn was bustling with activity. The tables and chairs downstairs were practically packed every day. The waiter was bustling about, flitting between the tables and chairs carrying teacups and dishes.
Qinse was very efficient and translated all the books on the second day after receiving them. He knocked on the door of the inn with a stack of papers.
When she arrived, the Chunlai Inn was already full, but luckily someone had already reserved a room for her. The door opened, and Qinse peeked in curiously: "Hey, Ah Wan, are you and Ah Chi sharing a room?"
"Well, all the other rooms are fully booked."
"Oh? Achi..."
Wen Xuechi appeared behind Lou Wanqiao and interrupted Qinse's words: "Did you bring the stuff? It's pretty good."
"Hmph, that's right. Don't you see who I am?" Qinse handed the book and paper in her hand to Lou Wanqiao. "Take your time to read it. Also, this is the writing of the ancient Yi'a tribe, which is in the west. It will probably take a while to get there."
"Okay, I understand. Thank you." Lou Wanqiao handed over a bag of silver. "These past two days..."
"Hey, don't thank me! I'm just helping a friend." Qinse pushed the purse back with a serious face, "Awan, I treat you as a friend, don't try to play tricks on me!"
"...Okay." Lou Wanqiao had no choice but to temporarily withdraw. After all, Qinse was Wen Xuechi's friend, and she didn't want to owe him a favor.
"Then I'll go rest first~ Phew... My hands are a little sore, I need to rub them..."
Qinse walked back and stretched.
One day later, the martial arts conference officially began.
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