Young man, please stay

Chapter 95: Fellow practitioners with senior sister?
  "drive…"

The horses' hooves clattered, the wheels sparkled, and a single tall horse pulled the small carriage. Although the speed was not particularly fast, Qin Lang, who was sitting in the driver's seat in the front room, could feel a certain leisure.

With legs crossed, one hand holding the reins, and the other hand shaking the whip, it felt vaguely like a cowherd in a fairyland.

However, Qin Lang looked at the soft whip in his hand and remembered the steel whip that was shattered when he confronted Cai Yuanfeng.

Ok…

If the whip is gone, when we get to the capital... no, we can't wait for the capital, and we can't wait for Yangzhou. When we get to the next county with a blacksmith shop, we have to quickly buy the best weapons again.

……

After spending a long time at Ningxiang Pavilion, Qin Lang even forgot to bring a handy weapon before heading out on the road this time.

In fact, if you want to choose carefully, it is best to buy weapons in Yangzhou Prefecture.

As a fertile area on the south bank of the Chijiang River, Yangzhou is also an important transportation place. Whether it is from the northwest or southwest, if you want to go to the capital, you must pass through Yangzhou. This kind of place has a large flow of people, so it is natural to value safety, and most of the weapons for self-defense are needed. Much better.

It's just that Qin Lang can't choose now. He has already embarked on his way to Beijing. He doesn't care about quality and so on. He just needs to get weapons as soon as possible for peace of mind.

……

click.

As they walked, the carriage bumped, and a little girl in the carriage slowly opened her sleepy eyes.

"Well…"

Vaguely seeing the scenery in his eyes receding, Zhuo Beibei held up the car window with his little hands and revealed a cute little face that was confused:

"Where are we, Qin Lang..."

"On the way to the capital."

"Oh…"

Most likely, the sect leader didn't know what Qin Lang was talking about, so he just hummed subconsciously.

Ever since she learned last night that she was leaving today, she had been restless and hadn't slept well all night. She didn't really close her eyes until this morning. When she woke up, her mind was still blank.

"Just now...it was so noisy just now...what's going on..."

Just now, how long had it passed? Qin Lang yawned and said casually:

"It's okay, I just kissed your apprentice."

"Oh…"

Zhuo Beibei continued to hum, then licked his lips, fell down in the carriage, and continued to sleep.

……

It wasn't until about noon that Qin Lang stopped to replenish his food and drink. Only then did Zhuo Beibei in the carriage smell the smell of roasted buns and wake up completely.

"Boy."

Holding a steamed bun that was bigger than his face, Zhuo Beibei took small bites while staring straight at Qin Lang with neither joy nor sorrow:

"When I was sleeping this morning, did you do anything to be sorry for my disciple?"

"sorry?"

Qin Lang rolled his eyes at her:
  "You love me and I'm not sorry."

"You did it indeed!"

"What did you do?"

"You kissed my apprentice this morning!"

Zhuo Beibei's pink cheeks puffed up, then he thought for a moment and added:

"You should tell me yourself!"

"..."

Qin Lang opened the water bag, took a sip of water, tore half a dozen baked buns from Zhuo Beibei's hand, and then looked at her seriously:
  "Is there a possibility that these are all things in your dreams?"

"?"

Zhuo Beibei was startled, dreaming...

Huh? like…

It seems like...

After all, she slept all morning...

It turned out to be the case.

That's it.

It was a dream.

Zhuo Beibei suddenly realized that Qin Lang in his dream announced so arrogantly that he would kiss his apprentice, so that made sense.

What's more, as a master, she and Qin Lang have only kissed each other, so Ling Yue shouldn't be so quick...

……

After a while, with enough water and food, Qin Lang continued to drive on the road. However, once the little girl in the car lost sleep, she suddenly became bored on the road.

"Qin Lang, tell me a story."

"Once upon a time there was a mountain, and there was a temple on the mountain..."

"Don't do this!"

"...There is a nun in the temple who smells delicious, so everyone calls her Shiitake..."

"Qin Lang!"

He actually perfunctory the sect leader, Zhuo Beibei decided not to talk to Qin Lang for the next hour.

Qin Lang was so happy that he hummed a tune that Zhuo Beibei didn't understand for an hour. When he stopped to rest again, the sect leader who refused to give in stood in front of Qin Lang and tried his best to show off his aggrieved look. He sees.

"..."

"..."

Qin Lang's eyelids drooped and he stared at her little face speechlessly.

Although I don’t really want to pay attention to her and want her to be alone in the carriage for a while, but what should I say...

I don't know if it has something to do with this girl's natural beauty. Anyway, only those who have seen her with their own eyes will know how lovable she is when the sect leader deliberately shows a look of grievance that is about to burst into tears.

It can be said that it was like some kind of witchcraft. Even Qin Lang was finally defeated by her big watery eyes. He pointed at the car with his forehead:
  "Go back and sit down, I'll just tell you."

"Hmph~Okay~!" She knew that Qin Lang would not bear to neglect the sect master, so he returned to the carriage and behaved.jpg.

In fact, it is not troublesome for Qin Lang to tell some stories on the way to the car. He asked habitually:

"Where did we talk last time?"

"Wu Song fights to kill Ximen Qing."

"Oh...have you killed me?"

"Not yet. You didn't tell me who Ximen Qing was. You just mentioned that Wu Song killed the tiger."

The sect leader is actually a little disdainful of this section. It's just a tiger. The sect leader can kill a hundred of them by stretching his toes. He doesn't know what Wu Song is so great about.

"Remember, in this story, most of them are ordinary people. Those who know martial arts are only fists and feet. They have no internal strength or anything, let alone an old witch like you."

Qin Lang first reminded the background setting of "Water Margin", and then continued to tell the story of Wu Song.

……

As they talked like this, it was getting late, the sun was setting, and the carriage arrived at the first small county town after leaving Jingzhou Prefecture.

Qin Lang was lucky enough to find a blacksmith right here. When the stall was about to be closed, he quickly asked him to make a common single-ring, one-handed machete.

Although Qin Lang still thinks that the steel whip is powerful enough, not all blacksmith shops have the time and ability to make this kind of unpopular weapon. The last one was a second-hand one that was readily available, so he will make do with the sword for now.

During this period, Zhuo Beibei had also been settled in the inn by Qin Lang.

"How's it going? Sha or not?"

When Qin Lang returned to the inn room majestically with his brand new sword in hand, the leader of the Tianhe Sect, who was eating candied haws, just sneered disdainfully:
  "Where's your whip from last time?"

"Gone."

"Waste...it hurts, it hurts—!"

"Should."

Qin Lang glared at this guy and waved the last candied haws in his hand:

"Next time you show off, put this somewhere else on your body."

"!"

Zhuo Beibei was nervous for a while. He first covered his butt, then moved forward and said:

"Where...where..."

"you guess."

After Qin Lang finished threatening him, he ate the remaining candied haws on his own. Only then did the sect leader feel that he had been fooled, so he rushed forward to fight with Qin Lang.

……

Of course, in the end, when we got tired of fighting, we had to make peace.

"This city is small and no one comes out to do anything at night. We have to go to bed early. Let's stop making trouble and go to bed early."

"Okay, okay."

Zhuo Beibei has no objection to this, and is even very satisfied:
  "You can continue with the story."

"Come down! Take a shower first, then go to bed!"

……

One big, one small, plus a snow-white velvet ball, the two of them and the cat quickly washed in the same basin. When they finally lay on the bed, Qin Lang was a little absent-minded in telling the story.

"Qin Lang Qin Lang."

"what…"

"Are you, like Ximen Qing, as rich as a donkey?"

"..."

Damn, I didn’t tell her this part anyway. I thought it wouldn’t be suitable for children and I planned to skip it...

Qin Lang seemed to have something on his mind, so he stopped talking and asked Zhuo Beibei a serious question again:
  "Beibei, regarding your sleeping... Regarding your injury, is there really no way to completely cure it?"

"..."

Zhuo Beibei curled up into Qin Lang's arms and shook his head silently, but Qin Lang still refused:

"Last time you said that the person who needs to tie the bell to untie it, my senior sister..."

"Yes, the person who ties the bell must be tied to untie it, but I have also said that, and your senior sister is a woman."

"Can't a woman heal your injury?"

"Ah!"

Zhuo Beibei sneered and looked at Qin Lang expressionlessly:

"Let me tell you clearly, I am born with a charming body. If I want to completely cure my injury, there is only one way, and that is to let your senior sister and I practice dual cultivation."

"pair…???"

Qin Lang was dumbfounded.

"What? Does your senior sister have that ability?

"..."

"That's why I said that this injury is destined to be incurable."

……

Qin Lang finally said nothing more, and Zhuo Beibei also cursed in his heart.

How about saying that your senior sister is a big bitch... Humph!

There was an opportunity for healing, but he could only rely on dual cultivation.

……

Of course, if there was a man who practiced the same method as the big bitch, everything would be easily solved.

It's a pity...

The "Mu Xin Jue" is a mysterious women's skill. If you use it to practice it for men, it would be good even if you don't bleed to death. There is no way it can be cultivated...

This is probably life...

(End of this chapter)