Volume 1: Wind Rising From the Mountains and Swamps Chapter 69: Hong Banxian
Lin Yi was confused by what Mu Guanshi said, and he looked up at Han Ji.
After Han Ji sent Mu Guanshi away, he turned around and smiled at Lin Yi, saying, "Is it okay for Junior Brother Lin to harness the cart and go to Qincheng Wharf to transport salt?"
Han Ji was gentle and easy to talk to.
Lin Yi also smiled and said, "Just follow Senior Brother Han's instructions. I wonder how many people will go together? When will we set off?"
"I and another senior brother will go with you. Please harness the cart now, I will wait for you at the mountain gate." Han Ji smiled at Lin Yi, and then led out two horses and left first.
So that's it, Lin Yi nodded. Fortunately, these jobs were already familiar in the carriage and horse courtyard. He led out two horses, harnessed a single-axle cart, and after leaving the courtyard, he rushed to the mountain gate. Sure enough, he saw Han Ji and another person waiting for him.
Han Ji stepped forward and said to Lin Yi: "This is Senior Brother Du Song!"
Lin Yi clasped his fists in the car and said: "Hello, Senior Brother Du!" The latter straightened his chest, looking strong and majestic, and checked the sheathed long sword in his hand. He snorted at him as a greeting.
Lin Yi's face drooped, not caring.
Han Ji had a sword on his waist, and he also had a long sword in his hand. He threw it to Lin Yi and said: "This sword is for self-defense, and it can be regarded as a reward for this mission!"
Lin Yi reached out to take the long sword and said with some surprise: "So, this sword will belong to me from now on?"
Du Song raised his eyes, not wanting to see Lin Yi's proud look.
Han Ji said: "Of course, outer disciples can hold weapons, but the sect will not reward them without reason. They must go out on a mission before they can be equipped with weapons for self-defense."
Lin Yi drew out the long sword and saw that it was an ordinary Qingfeng sword. He still smiled. After all, they can wear weapons legitimately.
Du Song looked impatient and snorted coldly: "Okay, we still have to hurry!"
Han Ji had a good temper, just smiled and nodded, and the two of them got on the horse and walked out of the mountain gate.
Lin Yi called softly, and the horse shook its mane and snorted.
The sound of horse hooves, the wheels turned, and the three of them ran out of the mountain.
Along the way, Han Ji and Du Song couldn't run fast, after all, the carriage was much slower. The two of them could only slow down the horse so that Lin Yi's carriage would not fall too far behind.
Lin Yi leaned on the carriage, crossed his legs, and there was a Qingfeng sword beside him. He looked relaxed and comfortable.
Looking at Du Song in front, his face was full of dissatisfaction. He must be unhappy that he couldn't watch the martial arts competition inside the gate! Instead of hiding in the carriage and horse courtyard, Lin Yi would rather walk out of Jiulong Mountain and stay away from the few supreme elders.
Being a coachman is not bad. It was much more leisurely than riding a horse.
Along the way, there seemed to be a lot of pedestrians, and the road was much busier than when Lin Yi came last time. However, some of them were carrying weapons, and their clothes were very different. They were dusty and fierce.
The abnormality in front of them made Han Ji and Du Song dare not relax. After a short rest on the way, they kept on going forward. When the sunset was in the west, the three of them arrived in Qincheng.
After entering the city, Lin Yi followed the two and went straight to a courtyard in the west of the city.
Lanterns were lit in front of the gate of the courtyard, and a golden dragon was embroidered on the lanterns. This should be the place of the Tianlong Sect.
Sure enough, Han Ji waved to Lin Yi, and the three of them drove into the yard with horses. Lin Yi was busy unloading the horses from the scales, and led Han Ji and the others' horses into the stables beside him. After he finished his work, he followed Han Ji and the others to have dinner, and then was led by Han Ji to a house.
"Junior brother, you stay in this room tonight and go to the dock tomorrow morning. You can go to the street if you have nothing to do at night!" Han Ji said with a gentle smile.
"Thank you, senior brother. I know. Please do as you please!" Lin Yi hurriedly thanked him and sent Han Ji away, then went into the house to take a look. The house was not big, and the daily furnishings were complete. He nodded with satisfaction.
Han Ji and Du Song must have been tired after riding horses for a day, so they went to rest early. But Lin Yi stood in the room, full of energy. After thinking about it, he raised his foot and walked out.
There was someone guarding the gate of the courtyard. Seeing that Lin Yi was wearing a gray shirt and a waist badge, which was exactly the standard dress of an outer disciple of the Tianlong Sect, he naturally ignored him and let him leave.
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The night market in Qincheng was still prosperous and lively. Lin Yi walked on the street and wandered aimlessly. When he came to the west gate of the city and looked east, the street was brightly lit and pedestrians were passing by.
Lin Yi stood at the street corner, alone and uninterested. Inadvertently, his hand moved around his waist, untied the gourd, and took a sip.
Without using a trace of spiritual power, he let Qianqiu Fu's intense heat burn his throat. The hot warm current was also cool, and instantly spread through his chest and abdomen to his whole body.
He felt a little hot all over, and his feet felt a little light.
Lin Yi looked up at the starry sky. The night sky was high and boundless. On the blue-black sky, there were stars, mysterious and profound, which made people want to stand up and fly away...
After a long time, Lin Yi exhaled gently. Looking back at the bustling street market, he looked at everything in front of him indifferently, his eyes were cold and distant.
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Not far from the city gate, by the side of the street, on a fallen stone drum, a skinny middle-aged man sat hunched over, listlessly.
There was also a cloth pole on the side, and the words "Hong Banxian" could be vaguely seen on it.
Sighing slightly, Hong Banxian rubbed his shriveled belly and touched the money bag in his arms. There are more than ten big boys inside, which is the daily income of today. There were so many people on the street now that he couldn't bear to leave. He could only endure his hunger and look forward to business coming to his door.
Hong Banxian looked tired, but his eyes were wide open, with a hint of liveliness and expectation, and kept moving with the passers-by.
Suddenly there was a rush of footsteps from the east, causing pedestrians on the street to look around.
Hong Banxian, who was watching six directions, had already seen all this, with a hint of joy on his face. He quietly straightened his waist and sat upright, without squinting.
A fat man, with a red face and a dry cough kept running straight towards Hong Banxian, supported by two servants.
"Master, if you bear with me a little longer, we're here." A servant with a mustache said hurriedly.
The three of them arrived in front of Hong Banxian in an instant.
"Hong Banxian, right? My master has a fish bone stuck in his throat, so he asked the half-xian to use his wonderful skills. My master deserves a lot of thanks!" The servant with a mustache said eagerly with a smile on his face.
Hong Banxian gave a slight ooh, stroking his goatee, and sat firmly on the stone drum. He glanced at the three of them lightly and said, "This master should go seek medical treatment. Why do you come to see Mr. Hong?"
The fat man couldn't make a sound and stared anxiously. The servant with the mustache laughed hurriedly and said: "I also went to the medical clinic to find a doctor. I tried the vinegar method and vomiting medicine. But the fish bone was stuck too deep, and these methods were useless! I heard that The half-immortal is not only amazing in numeracy, but also has unbelievable extraordinary skills. It’s inconvenient for me to come here. Please be kind to my master, half-immortal!”
Hong Banxian still sat motionless and made no sound. The anxious fat man stretched out his foot and kicked his mustache hard.
Mustache, suddenly enlightened, reached out and took out a piece of silver and respectfully presented it to Hong Banxian.
Hong Banxian's slightly closed eyes lit up, and he felt that the silver in the night was so dazzling, so attractive, that this piece of silver might not weigh more than five taels! He hurriedly coughed and said, "What are you doing? Hong is a person who has no merit and no reward!"
Mustache said hurriedly: "As long as the half-immortal takes action, this silver will be yours!"
Hong Banxian stood up suddenly and asked suspiciously in his excitement: "No matter whether I can cure this master or not, this money will always be mine?"
The mustache nodded like a chicken, and said hurriedly: "It's absolutely true, please the half-immortal to take action quickly——!"
Hong Banxian grabbed the silver and put it in his arms. Looking around at the sparse onlookers, he showed a helpless expression and pretended to sigh: "It's really hard for Mr. Hong, these are the jobs of footmen!" "
It seems that taking out the fish bone from the fat man's throat is a very unprofessional thing to do, and it has violated Hong Banxian's ethics.
When the fat man saw Hong Banxian's unhurried and unhurried look, he felt angry, but he couldn't make a sound and he stamped his feet anxiously.
"Don't be impatient! Let Mr. Hong come and take a look." Hong Banxian had taken someone else's money, so he didn't want to neglect it. With another clear cough, he asked the two servants to help the fat man stand still. Then he stroked the sleeves of his robe, stretched out his right hand, and murmured: "The gods in the southeast are like the sea, the gods and ghosts love Yi Shui, the divine water enters the throat, and all the bones... Turn into water——"
After reciting, Hong Banxian made a few empty strokes on the fat man with his finger, and then poked him up, down, left, and right. After a while, he reached out and patted the fat man on the shoulder, and suddenly shouted: "Go away——!"
Hong Banxian's muttering was not loud, but the last shout he made was so loud that the two servants trembled in fright, and even the fat man wanted to retreat.
Unexpectedly, the fat man was surprised. He smashed his mouth, swallowed, and laughed out loud: "Haha, the fish bone is gone, it is really gone, the half-immortal is really a god!" The two servants were also surprised. , I didn’t expect this nagging half-immortal to be really capable.
Hong Banxian raised his chin, his arrogant expression showing pride. It was just a fluke that he secretly thought, could it be that the purple energy came from the east today and his wealth was good? When you go back in the evening, you have to do a good lesson in divination for yourself.
The fat man seemed to be suffering from the fish bone, so he asked the servant to hand over a piece of silver. The latter naturally refused to accept anyone who came. The fat man said he had something to do and left with his servants.
Hong Banxian covered his arms, the heavy weight made people feel at ease! Ignoring the few onlookers, he pulled out the cloth pole, rolled up the hexagram flag, and walked out of the city.
Hong Banxian is not tall and has a slim build. He is in his forties and his legs and feet are quite nimble. In addition, he has a good income today. He feels proud and feels much lighter on his feet. After leaving the city gate, he weighed two pounds of dog meat on the side of the road, held it in his arms, and walked toward a shanty town outside the city.
People are in high spirits during happy events, so Hong Banxian didn't even notice that there were three people following behind him.
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