The Savage Lady Wants to Kill Me! Reborn on the Path of Cultivation

After Tong Ling entered the study, she glanced at Duan Tianyang who was sitting behind the table, only to see him concentrating on sniffing his hands.

She walked up and asked curiously, "What are you doing?"

Duan Tianyang was startled by the sudden question, and quickly put down his hand, answering awkwardly: "No... I... I'm working."

He was so engrossed in the show that he didn't even notice Tong Ling coming in.

"If you always stay in the house, you will get bored." Tong Ling said, walked over and grabbed Duan Tianyang's arm, and forcibly pulled him up from the chair, "Let's go out for a walk."

"Where...where to?" Duan Tianyang asked in confusion, looking a little unnatural.

"Just strolling around!" Tong Ling explained, "This is my first time in Bhikkhu City. Please accompany me to the market."

Ever since he left Xuanhuang City and returned to Xiguan last time, Duan Tianyang has been extremely busy, running around, fighting in the south and the north, and has never taken a leisurely stroll in any city.

The last time he went to the market was with Yi Yunxi, and at this moment, he really wanted to go out for some fresh air.

As soon as the two of them walked outside the study, Qiu Tieyi and Lu Jingyuan hurried over and asked in unison: "Brother Tian, ​​are you going out?"

"Yes!" Duan Tianyang answered briefly.

"I'll go with you!" Qiu Tieyi and Lu Jingyuan said almost at the same time.

Tong Ling sneered unhappily: "What are you two grown men doing here? Can you be our torches?"

Qiu Tieyi and Lu Jingyuan looked unhappy, but because of Tong Ling's special identity, they did not dare to get angry easily.

Duan Tianyang saw this and hurriedly tried to smooth things over: "It's okay, you guys just stay in the City Guard House, I'll just wander around the city."

"Yes, Brother Tian!" Qiu Tieyi and Lu Jingyuan answered in unison.

Tong Ling pulled Duan Tianyang away from the City Guard House happily. They thought they could leisurely wander around the city, but the result was beyond their expectations.

Whenever they walked on the streets, passers-by would stop and stare at them, bow to Duan Tianyang, call him "Sir", and at the same time look at Tong Ling curiously.

At first, Tong Ling was quite confused, wondering why the people of Bhikkhu City were so familiar with Duan Tianyang. Then she noticed that people's eyes were mostly focused on Duan Tianyang's face and the jade plate around his waist, and then she understood the reason.

Not long after they walked, Tong Ling pulled Duan Tianyang's sleeve tightly and whispered, "Since you are proficient in the art of facelessness, why don't you change your appearance a little and make it look more ordinary? And take off the jade token. We are here to have fun, and now everyone in the city is paying tribute to you, don't you feel uncomfortable?!"

Duan Tianyang smiled bitterly, and couldn't help but sigh in his heart: "Alas, being handsome is really a burden."

He stroked his face gently, and in a moment a few wisps of beard grew. Then he took off the jade pendant from his waist and put it carefully in his arms.

Duan Tianyang's originally smooth and beardless face now grew a beard, making it difficult for passers-by on the street to recognize his identity.

No passers-by came up to greet him anymore, and Duan Tianyang and Tong Ling both felt much more relaxed.

They walked side by side, and Tong Ling looked at Duan Tianyang curiously from time to time...

Duan Tianyang looked ahead and said jokingly, "I know I'm handsome, but you don't have to keep looking at me like this, right?!"

Tong Ling pouted slightly, her face flushed, and she retorted: "Who is looking at you? I just found that the people of Bhikkhu City respect you very much."

"Why do you think so?" Duan Tianyang asked.

"Once people recognize you, they greet you with great respect," Tong Ling explained.

Duan Tianyang smiled somewhat complacently when he heard this: "After all, I am an official appointed by the court and the commander of the Hongxing Army." But then he changed the subject and added, "However, I don't think they respect me that much. They just respect me because of the reputation of the court and the Hongxing Society."

You know, the three words "Hongxing Society" are now a household name in the Xiguan area.

Tong Ling disagreed and curled her lips in contempt: "If people are respectful to you only because of your official position, it is just superficial respect. True feelings cannot be concealed."

Duan Tianyang was amused by Tong Ling's words and said with a smile: "Can you see through people's hearts?"

Tong Ling said bluntly: "I can't see into people's hearts, but I can judge a person's character by observing his eyes."

After hearing this, Duan Tianyang raised a wicked smile and said teasingly: "Then look at my eyes and see what kind of person I am?"

Tong Ling glared at him, pouted her lips slightly, and replied, "You are sometimes good and sometimes bad, and it's hard to predict."

Duan Tianyang laughed out loud after hearing this and quickly explained: "Don't worry, I have no bad intentions towards the little girl."

After hearing this, Tong Ling stopped, frowned, and asked, "What do you mean by that?"

It means that I don’t have any feelings for little brats, Duan Tianyang thought so in his heart, but he didn’t dare to say it out loud…

As the two were walking forward, they suddenly heard a sharp scream from the street ahead. They were both startled and looked up.

I saw several carriages galloping over, each pulled by four tall horses and loaded with thick trees.

Next to the leading carriage, a young man was sitting on the ground, hugging his feet tightly and groaning in pain.

Tong Ling was very curious, so she pulled Duan Tianyang's arm and said, "It seems that the carriage hit someone. Let's go and take a look!"

The young man sat on the ground groaning in pain. Five or six young men of similar age came up from behind him. The leading young man was tall and burly. He glanced at the young man sitting on the ground and asked, "What happened?"

"The carriage...the carriage crushed my foot." replied the injured young man.

Hearing this, the leading young man looked at the driver angrily and asked loudly: "How did you drive the carriage? Didn't you see anyone? You actually stepped on my brother's foot!"

The driver waved his hands hastily and explained innocently: "I... I didn't run him over, he rushed up on his own!"

"Are you saying that my brother is lying?" The leading young man frowned.

"No, he really rushed up on his own just now." The driver emphasized again.

"Bullshit! If you don't explain clearly today, no one can leave!" Anger spread among the young people.

At this moment, a middle-aged man got off a carriage behind. He was fat, with a protruding belly and a red face.

He walked up to the group of young men with a smile, bowed and apologized: "My dear brothers, this driver is a novice. If I have offended you in any way, I apologize on his behalf. I am really sorry."

As soon as he finished speaking, the injured young man who was sitting on the ground suddenly jumped up and shouted angrily: "Is it enough to just apologize? You stepped on my foot, maybe the bone is broken!"

His face showed a look of pain, and he bent over and leaned against the carriage, then let out bursts of painful groans.

However, from the way he quickly stood up, any discerning person could easily notice that his foot was obviously fine. This was clearly a deliberate blackmail.