Yanbei City.
Yangliu Street, Flying Goose Escort Agency.
Song Xiao walked into the escort agency, his face beaming with the joy of returning home, and shouted loudly, "Father, I'm back!"
The head镖师 (bodyguard/escort) Song Huan was waiting in the courtyard. He had a sour face and a serious expression. "Look at your smug face. It's just escorting a shipment. What's there to be happy about?"
To train Song Xiao's abilities, Song Huan did not accompany him on this escort mission. "Was the journey smooth?"
"smoothly."
Song Xiao looked relaxed.
Song Huan looked at Song Xiao and could feel his blood and qi overflowing, a sign of a martial arts master. His eyes narrowed slightly, and he suddenly struck out with a palm. The latter quickly reached out to block.
Song Xiao stood still.
Song Huan was forced back several steps.
Song Xiao was at a loss, looking puzzled. "Dad, are you crazy? Why did you hit me?"
Song Huan was a martial arts grandmaster, comparable to a Foundation Establishment cultivator. Even if he didn't use his full strength, his palm strike was not something an ordinary junior could withstand, yet Song Xiao was able to easily catch it.
When Song Xiao left, he had just become a martial arts master, and there was a huge gap between him and a martial arts grandmaster. However, after not seeing him for more than ten days, he had become so strong that even a martial arts grandmaster could hardly shake him. Song Huan hurriedly asked, "Did you eat some rare and precious treasure? Why has your strength increased so much?"
"No!"
Looking at his hands, Song Xiao could indeed feel the power within him. "Dad, I ate beef jerky that Mom made the whole way here, and I also ate a few wild vegetable dumplings."
"Think about it carefully!"
“A young Taoist priest gave me two sips of dew to drink. Could it be because of that dew?”
"Taoist priest, dew?"
Song Huan sensed that this Taoist priest was no ordinary person.
Song Xiao took out a talisman from his pocket. "Father, he also gave me a talisman, saying it can ward off evil spirits and bring good fortune."
Song Huan had seen many talismans while escorting goods, but he had never seen such an exquisite talisman. He said solemnly, "Quickly put it away, this is your opportunity. Where is he now?"
He said he was going to the Prince of Zhenbei's Mansion.
Song Xiao found it somewhat amusing.
Even cultivators would find it difficult to enter the royal palace.
"Going to the Prince of Zhenbei's mansion is bound to be no simple matter. You're really lucky, kid, to actually run into a master."
Song Huan suddenly slapped him on the shoulder.
Song Xiao was a little confused. He had originally thought that Qin Luo was traveling alone and was afraid that he would encounter danger, so he wanted to help him. He didn't expect that he was just being presumptuous and that the other party didn't need it at all.
No wonder the fat commander looked terrified when passing through the checkpoints; no wonder Qin Luo dared to visit the Mountain Lord—it turns out he's a Celestial Master!
Song Xiao wiped the sweat from his forehead, "I'm just a frog in a well, how dare I call a celestial master my brother."
Song Huan was amused. "Xiao'er, since you were able to obtain this opportunity, it proves that he approves of you. There's nothing to be afraid of."
"I should have drunk a few more sips back then."
"Greedy and insatiable."
Song Huan tapped Song Xiao on the head.
Looking at the gate of the escort agency, Song Xiao sighed, "I wonder if we'll ever have the chance to meet again."
"An opportunity like this, if you encounter it once in your life, will be enough to benefit you for a lifetime," Song Huan said meaningfully.
...
The Prince of Zhenbei's Mansion.
In the garden, the Prince of Zhenbei still stood by the pond. "He's been in the city for so long, why hasn't he come yet?"
The old man in red chuckled and said, "That young Taoist priest is walking around, stopping and starting, as if he's strolling through the streets."
"Is he deliberately torturing me?"
The Prince of Zhenbei was sweating bullets. He had been waiting for Qin Luo for a long time, and Qin Luo seemed to be playing a cat-and-mouse game with him, trying to completely extinguish any thought of resistance in him.
"That's probably just his personality."
"It's so hard to get through!"
...
Xuanwu Street.
The longest street in Yanbei City.
As evening approached, during dinner time, the streets became increasingly deserted, with many shops already closed.
There was a young girl performing on the street. She sat on a wooden bench, wearing a tattered white dress, her hair tied in a bun, and her eyes were dull and lifeless, clearly indicating that she was blind.
The girl smiled as she played her bamboo flute. The clear, cheerful, and melodious sound made Qin Luo close his eyes, as if he could see birds soaring freely.
Qin Luo listened intently.
Despite her physical disability, the girl remained optimistic, her voice filled with fighting spirit, showing that she had not succumbed to fate.
Few people lingered on the street; they were all busy going home for dinner. Perhaps the mournful music would resonate more with them.
"Peck, peck, peck!"
The boy, whose clothes had been mended several times, squatted on the ground and teased Golden Horn, but Golden Horn turned its head away, not wanting to talk to him.
When the blind girl finished her performance, the little boy held up a bowl and begged from the onlookers, respectfully saying, "Please have mercy and give me something."
Many people shook their heads and left.
Some people would give a single copper coin and leave.
Soon the area around the girl became deserted, and there were few people left on the street. When the little boy walked up to Qin Luo, he took out two copper coins and put them into the bowl.
When they left Longhu Temple, his junior sister gave Qin Luo a large bag of money, but he didn't give them all the money he had just because the siblings were pitiful.
Giving him two copper coins wasn't out of pity, but because the blind girl's performance was worth the price.
"Thank you, Master Dao!"
The little boy repeatedly bowed and thanked him.
Everyone else gave one copper coin, but Qin Luo gave two. In the little boy's eyes, he was very generous.
The blind girl wiped the bamboo flute, then wrapped it up. There were few people on the street, and they prepared to go home.
Qin Luo had only taken a few steps when the little boy caught up with him. His face was dark, but his eyes were innocent and bright. "Master Dao, could you please take a look at my sister's eyes?"
"Sure, but you can't just look at it for free."
Qin Luo nodded with a smile.
Hope ignited in the little boy's eyes. "Master Dao, I'll give you money. How much do you want?"
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