A dark villain came to Jinting Bulaoxiang

The gloomy sky was covered with dark clouds, and the cold wind was howling, blowing up the snowflakes on the ground and flying everywhere. The Imperial Master looked at Sikong Yan and Xiao Sizhe in the coffin, with a hint of cruelty in his eyes. He thought of shaking out a silver needle and shooting it over to find out what was going on.

Just as he was about to do it, Shui Qinglian rushed over, quickly covered the curtains of the carriage tightly, then tightly pulled the reins of the imperial master's horse, and pulled him away with force, saying with a smile: "Hey, Master, what's so good about them sleeping? Do you want to sleep with them? The coffin is so big, it can't accommodate you anymore."

Shui Qinglian blinked mischievously as she spoke, with a mischievous smile on her face.

When the Imperial Master heard this, he became so angry that his face turned ashen, veins popped out on his forehead, and his face was full of black lines. He roared angrily: "You little bastard, what nonsense are you talking about!" He widened his eyes and stared at Shui Qinglian, his eyes seemed to be able to spit fire.

Shui Qinglian was not afraid at all. She still pulled his horse and walked away, saying, "Master, don't be angry. I was just joking." After saying that, she made a face at the national teacher.

The national teacher was so angry that he was shaking all over, and said with gritted teeth: "You evil brat, you are really betraying your teacher and ancestors. When the day comes when there is no one around, I will make sure you die without a complete corpse." His voice sounded particularly eerie and terrifying in the cold wind.

Shui Qinglian shrugged nonchalantly, muttering, "Master, you just know how to scare me." After that, she loosened the reins of the imperial master's horse, turned around and ran away.

The Imperial Master watched Shui Qinglian's receding figure, his anger lingering in his heart. He whipped his horse hard, and rode forward, leaving a trail of deep hoof prints on the snow.

At dusk in winter, the sky gradually darkens and the cold wind blows fiercely, blowing up the remaining snow on the ground and blurring people's vision.

Xiao Sanlang stood aside, watching Shui Qinglian deftly resolve the crisis of the imperial teacher, and couldn't help but smile in appreciation, that smile was like a warm sun in winter, warm and bright. He thought to himself: This kid is smart enough, no wonder the master Sikong Yan trusts him so much.

Shui Qinglian clapped her hands proudly, as if she had accomplished a major task, then she jumped lightly onto the carriage, stretched out her hand to lift the curtain, and said to the inside with a smile: "I can easily handle the old man in my family, and I hope you can easily handle the old man in your family as well."

His face glowed with confidence and his eyes were playful.

Two hands, one large and one small, were raised from the coffin at the same time. They extended a thumb towards him and then bent their fingers to bow. The light inside the car was dim, but the smiles on their faces could still be seen.

This situation made Shui Qinglian feel inexplicably sour. He curled his lips and said, "Humph!" He pulled the curtain tightly and muttered softly, "Why not me?"

His eyes were full of envy and loss, like a puppy forgotten by its owner. At this moment, his heart was full of longing, and he also wanted to have the same brotherhood with Sikong Yan as he had with Xiao Sizhen.

Hearing him talking to himself, Xiao Sanlang was stunned for a moment, then burst into laughter. His laughter was particularly loud in the cold wind: "What? You want to sleep in there too?"

Xiao Sanlang laughed so hard that tears almost came out. He patted Shui Qinglian on the shoulder and said, "Don't let your imagination run wild. There will be plenty of opportunities in the future."

Shui Qinglian rolled her eyes at him, turned her head away, and stopped talking, but she was still thinking in her heart. The cold wind was still howling, and the carriage moved slowly forward, leaving deep ruts on the snow.

As the sky gradually darkened, the snow fell less and less, but after a whole day's journey, everyone was exhausted.

It's impossible not to rest after such a long journey, right? However, if I rest, won't it give those with bad intentions an opportunity to take advantage of me? The Imperial Master thought so in his heart, frowning and worried.

So he stretched out his hand to stop and shouted at the top of his voice: "There is an inn ahead! Let's rest for a night today and continue our journey tomorrow night!" His voice trembled a little in the cold wind, and his eyes looked ahead eagerly.

Then, he pointed at Shui Qinglian and Xiao Sanlang and shouted, "You two go and arrange the inn!" At this time, the national teacher's face was full of majesty, as if this was an order that could not be disobeyed.

When Shui Qinglian heard this, she immediately replied, "Whoever wants to stay in the inn can make arrangements!" He folded his hands over his chest, looking reluctant, with his eyebrows raised and stubbornness in his eyes.

"I ordered you to arrange an inn!" the national master roared angrily, his face flushed red, his eyes widened, and the blue veins on his forehead bulged.

Shui Qinglian quickly turned around and said to the soldiers of the army: "Let's set up camp here, soldiers! It's not easy to travel in this snowy day!" His voice was loud and powerful, full of decisiveness.

The Imperial Master's eyes were glaring as if fire was about to spit out of them, and he shouted, "Aren't you going to stay at the inn?" At this moment, he was full of confusion and anger, thinking to himself: Why is this kid so disobedient!

Shui Qinglian thought that this man was getting old and confused, so she curled her lips and said with disdain: "Can that inn with a dozen people accommodate our 50,000 soldiers? You are just a fool!" His face was full of sarcasm, and he secretly laughed at the stupidity of the national teacher in his heart.

Being scolded by Xiao Si Zhe was not enough, and now he was scolded by his own apprentice. The national master was very unhappy! He complained in his heart: The grandson became the father, and the father became the grandson. It was so aggrieved! When have I, a dignified national master, ever been so humiliated! The more he thought about it, the angrier he became, and his chest rose and fell violently.

He didn't want to live in a tent, because a tent is not as comfortable as an inn! But he just wanted to get rid of the two people guarding the coffin. Thinking of this, he forced a smile on his face and said flatteringly: "It's too cold outside, let's go to the inn!" The smile seemed very stiff, uglier than crying.

Shui Qinglian ignored him and continued to shout to the soldiers who were setting up the tents: "Set up the tents quickly, or else you can sleep in the inn!" He knew very well that all the money on the Imperial Master had been extorted by Xiao Sizhe. If his people did not stay in the inn, he could not afford to stay in the inn.

The Imperial Master was furious, his face turned from red to purple, and he cursed fiercely in his heart: How come this damn disciple has never learned to respect the elderly and love the young? He is hanging himself! Humph! I will report you when I return to the capital! You will be in big trouble. Thinking of this, he shook his sleeves fiercely and turned to walk towards the inn, still muttering.

At this time, the soldiers were busy, some were setting up tents, some were preparing dinner, a noisy but orderly scene. The figure of the imperial teacher seemed particularly lonely and angry in the cold wind.