palm surgery

Chapter 148 Bad luck
He Lingjiang and his party galloped fast all night, and finally saw the city gate of Le An from a distance when the sky was about to dawn.

She looked up at the eastern sky, slowed down the horse's speed, then took out a large umbrella and opened it, holding the umbrella in one hand and the rein in the other, and drove the horse slowly.

Fortunately, she deliberately handed over the big umbrella that she used to Aman in advance.

Seeing her slow down, Ah Man, who was following behind, could not help but let out a long sigh.

He had been walking all the way fast before, but now he relaxes, and his two legs, which were forced on the stirrups, were as soft as noodles.

She moved her thighs, only to feel pain from the saddle on both sides of her thighs, so she couldn't help but pursed her lips.

Looking at her embarrassed appearance, Qingzhu couldn't help joking: "Look, it's not easy to gallop on horseback. Your legs will be sore for two days."

"It's still two days..." A Man's face was bitter, and his face was wrinkled into a big bun.

"You travel less and ride less horses. It's rare to travel so much at one time. It's normal."

Qiongzhi comforted her and said, "Didn't you prepare medicine? When you enter the city, I'll find some for you to rub, and you'll be ready soon."

"Thank you, Sister Qiongzhi." Aman was overjoyed when he heard that the medicine could be used for relief.

Not far from the city gate, He Lingjiang turned over and dismounted, and instructed: "Everyone enters the city in batches, so as not to be too conspicuous."

The group of ten of them, each riding a high-headed horse, was not a native of Le'an County. If they entered the city together, it would inevitably be questioned by the guards.

Poet He nodded: "Then after we enter the city, we will meet in front of the square in the west of the city at the end of the day."

When they set off, they all inquired about the market trade in the west of Le'an County, where horses, livestock, lacquerware and leather are all traded here.

It is here that they prepare the carriage and the food and clothing they need on the road.

"I also ordered Jiang Xian to go in and walk around. It's about the end of this hour. You should go and prepare what you need when you hit the road tomorrow."

After that, he pulled He Lingjiang to the direction of the city gate.

He Lingjiang handed him the reins: "How about the fourth uncle to lead the horse?"

She raised the big umbrella in her hand: "It's really inconvenient for me."

"You just want to be lazy!" Poet He glanced at her. He had just held an umbrella with one hand and rode with one hand, and he had never seen her inconvenience.

He Lingjiang only smiled slightly and looked at him without speaking.

Poet He snorted lightly, but resignedly took the reins in her hands: "Please, He Qi Niangzi..."

"That will be hard work for the fourth uncle." He Lingjiang had a smile in his eyes, his sleeves fluttered in the wind, and he walked towards the city gate with ease.

When she arrived at the city gate, she took out the public inspection prepared in advance from her sleeve and handed it to the city guard.

When the man saw her face, he first sighed in his heart, then opened the public inspection, and saw that it was written: Liu Shiqiniang Liu Jiang. "

The public examination also stated that his family origin was.

After the guards carefully checked the public inspection, they closed it and handed it back to her, and the two entered the city without any hindrance.

When she was far away from the city gate, Poet He poked her arm with his elbow and smiled proudly: "Look, is my public inspection very well prepared?"

"Yes." He Lingjiang pursed his lips and smiled, "Fourth uncle has more ways to do it."

Poet He raised his head proudly: "That's not true, your fourth uncle and I have traveled for so many years, it is not in vain."

It's still early, but Poet He has been on the road all night and is naturally hungry.

There happened to be a breakfast stall not far away. Neither of them were picky people, so they didn't bother to look for the restaurant and tea shop, so they sat down directly at the stall.

"Two bowls of noodle soup, and two Hu cakes!" Poet He sat down with his robes up and turned back to the stall owner.

"Okay, wait a moment!" The stall owner agreed.

After a while, the hot noodle soup was served with the hu pie.

The food was fragrant, and the two of them didn't say much. They picked up chopsticks and started to eat early.

Waiting for a bowl of noodle soup to eat with the hu cake, Poet He couldn't help but burp.

He Lingjiang also slowly put down his chopsticks, and Poet He raised his eyebrows: "Are you full?"

He looked at He Lingjiang's bowl, she was running around all night, and now she eats this much, but it's really a little less.

"You little ladies, you love beauty, don't eat more when you should be full, and you will suffer when you have it." Poet He said earnestly and earnestly, looking like someone who came here.

He Lingjiang glanced at him lightly: "It's good for me to eat these. After all, you have to rely on food to satisfy your hunger and provide strength, but my body relies entirely on soul power to breathe."

"Ah..." Poet He patted his mouth lightly, "Look at my mouth, I forgot. Don't worry about it."

In front of this, the technique is so sophisticated, nine times out of ten, the body is already a drooping old woman, no matter how good it is, it is a middle-aged woman.

Ah, by the way, he even forgot that this person, like him, is a good man with strong bones, but he has to commit himself to such a weak little lady's body...

Every time I think about it, I can't help but feel a pain in my heart...

Hearing what she was talking about in front of her about a beautiful little lady, she couldn't be stabbed in her heart.

He couldn't help but feel curious, and at the risk of being slapped to death by He Lingjiang's palm, he glanced at her and asked quietly, "I see that your skills are highly skilled, how many years have you been practicing mysticism?"

"It will be about 18 years." He Lingjiang looked at the pedestrians on the side of the road and replied.

Hey!
It has been done like this in 18 years, it can be seen that the talent is amazing, even if you count your age, you must be middle-aged.

His eyes were so straightforward, He Lingjiang Yanneng didn't know what he was thinking?
She glanced at Poet He: "I learned to read when I was four years old, and I began to practice mystic arts. In all, it's only twenty-two this year. I'm not as old as you think."

Poet He is not calm now, two in twenty?

He is two years younger than him, and he is so powerful that he can even crush Xuan Yang, who has been practicing Taoism for many years!
He crotched his shoulders instantly, hey... It was because he was too mediocre, and he was being held back.

Seeing the splendid expression on Poet He's face, she added lightly: "I'm a woman, not a burly man."

Poet He smiled awkwardly. Is his mind so straightforward?Even the thought made her see it...

Poet He was about to start explaining, but he heard a mournful cry coming from far and near.

He frowned slightly, looked in the direction of the voice, and saw a team of plain clothes slowly coming towards the city gate.

The current one, wearing a linen and wearing filial piety, was crying and mourning, and the two around him raised their hands and sprinkled a handful of paper money from time to time.

Wherever the team passed, the ground was quickly covered with plain white paper money.

This breakfast stall is on the side of the road, and the burial team must pass here if they want to go out of the city.

The funeral procession was getting closer and closer, and when the wind rolled, they rolled a few pieces of paper money to the booth.

The diners present couldn't help but sigh: "bad luck!"

(End of this chapter)