After I was resurrected from the dead, I turned from an old man to a peerless beauty

"boom--"

The donkey cart hit a big rock, and the whole carriage jumped suddenly. Zhang Qiong hit the railing of the carriage with a muffled sound.

"Master Zhang, are you okay?"

Lin Mao was also taken aback and asked quickly.

Zhang Qiong covered her head sullenly and raised her body without making a sound, just shaking her head.

Lin Mao saw that the boy's face and neck were all pink, and couldn't help frowning slightly, thinking that Zhang Qiong had a fever again due to the festering wound.

"Young Master Zhang, please be patient for a little longer. When Jiancheng and Chizheng's Mansion meet, you will definitely be taken care of properly."

Lin Mao said again.

After hearing this, Zhang Qiong just bowed her head in silence, and Lin Mao didn't mention it any more.

In fact, the three people in the donkey cart knew very well that according to the current situation, with Lin Mao's beauty and Zhang Qiong's weakness, it would be difficult to reach Jiancheng safely with Chang Xiaoqing's strength alone.

If the time really came to an emergency, whether Lin Mao and Chang Xiaoqing would be willing to bring Zhang Qiong and other oil bottles that got in the way... is really uncertain.

Just like that, the donkey cart drove in a silent way, and finally drove into Tingshui Town before the city was closed at dusk.

It's just that when they entered the city suddenly, Lin Mao and others couldn't help being surprised.

Looking around, this small town of Tingshui is actually a bustling scene with lots of people and traffic. When it comes to the excitement, it is not weaker than the big city.

"I have been here in the early years. I only remember that this is a foothold on the road to Xiangcheng. It is just a rural place. I didn't expect it to become so grand in just a few years."

Lin Mao whispered to Zhang Qiong and Chang Xiaoqing outside the car.He opened the car curtain a very small gap, peeked out secretly, his face gradually turned pale.

Just like Sanli Village at the foot of Yufeng Mountain back then, more than half of the splendor and excitement of Tingshui Town today is due to the crowd of martial arts people who flock here.

Even though Lin Mao had been prepared for a long time, he would be nervous when he suddenly landed in this land of tigers and wolves—especially now that most of the outsiders on the street are martial arts practitioners wearing strong clothes and carrying weapons on their backs, like Chang Xiaoqing, who is a farmer Dressed up, the people who came from outside the city gate in a broken donkey cart, on the contrary, became particularly eye-catching.

Even though he was hiding in the carriage, blocking the view of the outside world with a thick hood, Lin Mao was still sitting on pins and needles, as if he could personally feel the vigilant prying eyes of countless people in the martial arts world.

Fortunately, Chang Xiaoqing spent more time walking in the rivers and lakes than Lin Mao, sitting in the car seat and facing those martial arts people with different descriptions, his reaction was extremely fast.

I saw him lowering his head, hiding his face in the twilight, but his shoulders drooped suddenly, making a shivering timid look.

"This...this...what's the matter? I came here a few days ago, and I didn't see so many people in this city..."

Chang Xiaoqing hunched over and stopped the donkey cart next to the tea shed near the intersection, holding the copper plate, and bought two steamed cakes as hard as stones from the tea shed keeper, and then cautiously strike up a conversation.

He grew up here since he was a child, and when he became an adult, he had to carefully help Lin Mao take care of the property in Wangyou Valley, so he imitated those down-and-out peasants perfectly, and even spoke the local dialect. Very authentic.

Coupled with that long silver hair and painted folds all over his face, he looks like an extremely ordinary farmer.

The owner of the tea shed naturally didn't have any doubts. He watched Chang Xiaoqing put the steamed cake that the dog wouldn't even eat into his arms with great care, put his hands in his sleeves, and replied impatiently with drooping brows: "Are you sure?" It's been a long time since you came here? Thanks to the blessing of the young master of the Qiao family, the number of people in this city has increased since a few years ago."

"Master Qiao's blessing? How do you say that?"

Chang Xiaoqing lowered her voice and asked timidly.

In fact, just hearing the word "Qiao's family", Chang Xiaoqing already felt his heart skip a beat, but on the surface, he still had to put on a dull look.

The owner of the tea shed saw that Chang Xiaoqing was such a bad old man that even the young master of the Qiao family didn't know what his background was, and the contempt on his face suddenly became stronger and stronger.

"Master Qiao's family, you don't even know? It's Jinlou Qiao, Qiao's family! Some people say that people in Qiao's family don't eat rice, but only eat South Sea pearls, drink water only soaked in gold, and sleep at night. They all slept on gold bricks..." The more the man said, the more excited he became, and he didn't take into account that the other martial artists in the tea shed had weird faces, and they stretched out their hands to point to a small golden building in the center of Tingshui Town with spit. Pointing, "See, that is the Heavenly Immortal Pavilion that the young master of the Qiao family asked to build here! The young master of the Qiao family said that he wants to make some kind of fighting oiran here. If you want to come here to compete for beauty, it is said that the oiran who wins in the end will be sent to the palace to be a concubine..."

"Oh, oh." Chang Xiaoqing rubbed her hands, ignoring the other people laughing at each other behind the owner of the tea shed, still nodding stupidly, "Then can my daughter go? My daughter is also very handsome, Maybe I can be a concubine—”

Before he could finish his sentence, he heard someone laugh out loud.

Starting with this muffled laugh, the tea shed suddenly burst into laughter.

"Hahaha...they said...that group of girls in Spring Breeze will be sent to be empresses..."

"Pfft, the oiran... the oiran enters the palace? Hahaha..."

"Using pearls as rice, sleeping on a golden bed? Hahaha..."

……

Even though the tea drinkers were disdainful to explain something, the owner of the tea shed felt the contempt and ridicule in the maniacal laughter of those people.

He was somewhat embarrassed, and he didn't dare to easily offend the group of muscular men with knives on their waists behind him, so he could only vent his inexplicable anger on the old farmer played by Chang Xiaoqing.

After he finished speaking, he looked at Chang Xiaoqing's donkey cart parked not far from the tea shed. On the donkey cart were specially hung some mountain goods such as dried wild vegetables that Lin Mao had prepared earlier.The look of disgust on the face of the owner of the tea shed almost turned into a whip and threw it on Chang Xiaoqing's head: "Bah, bah, bah, you still want your daughter to fight the oiran just because of your ghostly appearance, you'd laugh your ass off if you didn't see it What. You smelly old man, get rid of your broken car quickly, don't block my money and ruin my business—"

After finishing speaking, he clenched his fist and waved it in mid-air, making a punching gesture.

"Hey, I'm sorry, I'm sorry..."

Chang Xiaoqing hurriedly shrugged her shoulders and humbly returned to the donkey cart.

Along the way, Chang Xiaoqing listened carefully to the conversations of other people on the road, sorting out the current situation in Tingshui Town.

It turned out that the cause was the Jiaocheng fire that day.

Now that the prince disappeared in the Jiaocheng fire, the Chizheng government directly issued a reward order, ordering people to search for the dead body or living person of Prince Qiong in that Jiaocheng.

Anyone who has any news about Prince Qiong can go to Chizheng's mansion to ask for a reward.

However, on the way from Xiangcheng to Jiaocheng, for some reason, Chizheng's mansion was wiped out by unknown people, leaving only a heavily guarded Mingduo in Xiangcheng to receive news and offer rewards.

As a result, all martial arts people in the west have to come to Xiangcheng.

And the Qiao family deserves to be able to accumulate such a family business. Seeing that Xiangcheng is overcrowded, others think it is hard, but the Qiao family managed to find a way to get a Dou Huakui in Tingshui Town not far from Xiangcheng. The pockets of the Jianghu people in this field were instantly squeezed to nothing.

It's a pity that the Qiao family can probably make a lot of money from it, but they are suffering from Lin Mao and others who need to change their appearance and sneak on their way.

Chang Xiaoqing drove the car staggeringly to a secluded alley near the edge of the city, and looked around carefully with luck. After making sure that there was no one around, he opened his mouth carefully and called out "Master ".

After a pause, Chang Xiaoqing spoke again, and told Lin Mao the news he had inquired from the tea shed in a very low voice: "...the situation has changed, and this place is really not suitable for a long time. Then the Qiao family has seen Master and you are now Look, if he recognizes you, I'm afraid there will be endless troubles."

Before Chang Xiaoqing didn't know that Lin Mao came back from the dead, then Qiao Muyun sneaked into the forbidden area of ​​Wangyou Valley and took Lin Mao away, and after that, Wangyou Valley and Jinlou Qiao's family had a long confrontation... A series of things had already happened. Making Chang Xiaoqing extremely resentful towards the Qiao family was far from being relieved by Lin Mao's return to him later.

Now that he suddenly heard that Qiao Muyun was also in Tingshui Town, Chang Xiaoqing's spirit suddenly tensed up.

If he and Lin Mao hadn't needed to hide their identities now, Chang Xiaoqing wished he could rush into the Qiao's mansion with a sword, and drag out the young man who was skinny and tender and full of bad things, and kill him with a knife or two. .

"I know." Lin Mao's tone in the carriage was also very heavy, "But..."

"But what?"

"But I'm afraid Zhang Qiong really can't bear the slightest bump..."

Lin Mao mumbled, his tone half embarrassed and half anxious.

As he spoke, one of his hands was moving away from Zhang Qiong's forehead.

The boy under the palm of his hand was already flushed with heat, but a handkerchief was stuffed in his mouth, so as not to draw attention from others with his nonsense.

Zhang Qiong's heat came without warning, and he was aggressive, obviously because after many days of running around, his injury, which was forcibly restrained by Lin Mao's acupressure method, could no longer hold on.

Lin Mao frowned again and took a look at the bandages that tightly wrapped the wound. He was immediately troubled by the swollen and smelly wound, and almost vomited.

Chang Xiaoqing lifted the curtain of the car and took a look inside, her expression became more and more serious.

"Master, Tingshui Town is very small, and there are so many people from martial arts nowadays. Logically speaking, there shouldn't be farmers rushing into the city like this. It's getting dark today, so no one has noticed. It's just that there are many strange people among the Jianghu people. , our simple and crude attire is really useless, if we really meet those people..."

Chang Xiaoqing's voice suddenly became low.

"...I'm afraid I won't be able to protect Master."