You have mastered the art of thunder and you tell me that it is in a strange world?

Chapter 116: Undercurrents Under the Plain Lake

Early the next morning, Zuo Chen drove a donkey cart and left Dongshui City with Caiyi.

"I wish you good luck in martial arts."

Sima said goodbye to Zuo Chen at the gate of the mansion and watched Zuo Chen walk farther and farther away.

Zuo Chen rode the donkey backwards so that he could keep an eye on Sima Liang.

At that time, a cloud blocked the midday sunlight and the direction of Sima Mansion. Sima Liang entered the yard and was never seen again.

After leaving Dongshui City and making sure that there was no one else around, Caiyi dared to let go of her worries and said to Zuo Chen:
"Master, is it really okay for us to go to the gambling village like this?"

"Of course, no problem." Zuo Chen laughed and said, "It's not easy to get a chance to get this group of people together, so of course I have to go and see what they are going to do."

Caiyi thought about it and felt that it made sense.

She didn't think any conspiracy could hurt the Taoist priest.

Even if King Wei's eight thousand cavalrymen rushed towards the Taoist priest, Caiyi felt that the Taoist priest could easily block them.

A gambling village?
How many troops can be mobilized?

How many cavalrymen are there?

Thinking of this, Caiyi felt relieved.

After driving for a while, Zuo Chen said to Cai Yi:
"How's your training going lately?"

"Some true Qi has accumulated in the body."

Caiyi immediately sat up straight and said seriously.

He glanced at Caiyi and sighed:
"You've been with me for half a year, right? Your accumulation speed is not good enough. You must have been lazy recently."

"No! Taoist Priest! You practice diligently every day!"

Caiyi's face instantly turned into a bitter one:

"Maybe I'm not talented, but I'm definitely not lazy!"

Zuo Chen glanced at Caiyi and carefully recalled her daily practice, but in the end he didn't say much.

Indeed, from Zuo Chen's perspective, Caiyi did not delay her cultivation, and was even more diligent than he was when he was in the mountains.

It’s just that Zuo Chen only spent half a year in the mountains to reach the peak of Qi refining. Caiyi is still some distance away from the threshold of Qi refining.

Caiyi's cultivation speed is somewhat inconsistent with his expectations.

Concentrating his thoughts, Zuo Chen said to Cai Yi:

"It will probably take a long time to get to the gambling village. I wanted to teach you some life-saving skills, but you are not good enough now, and these skills will easily hinder you."

When Caiyi heard Zuo Chen's words, she couldn't help but lower her head, looking a little sad.

"But it's not like there's nothing I can't teach you."

Caiyi raised her head suddenly, looking very excited.

"The next thing I'm going to teach you is the art of observing qi. This art is the basis of seeing through walls. I haven't figured out the latter yet, but I use this art quite frequently. Once you master it, you can tell where the other person is, and you can also roughly grasp the strength of the enemy and avoid getting yourself into danger.

"This isn't a magic trick, but it's just right for you right now. If something happens and I'm not around, you can use the Qi-Guan technique to take a look first. If the other person's aura is stronger than yours, just turn around and run."

Caiyi nodded repeatedly.

This life-saving method is her favorite.

That's why she learned the latter of Jianwan and Huangdouwan in the trick Erwan.

Spewing swords out of the mouth and killing nails with a spit does look pretty good, but Caiyi learned this mainly to make a living. Who is she trying to kill by spewing a sword out of her mouth?

The donkey cart was shaking as Zuo Chen spoke slowly. Caiyi took out a small notebook and took notes quickly.

Mr. Donkey, on the other hand, was chewing the carrot in his mouth while pricking up his ears, as if he was listening with great interest.

……

In the dense forest, in the gambling village, a traveling merchant was leaning on a soft couch, kicking off his cloth shoes, leaving only his tabi.

There was an incense altar in front of him, with only one stick of incense on it.

The merchant seemed to be half asleep, staring at the incense in front of him with half-closed eyes.

Suddenly his eyelids moved and he stood up from the couch.

He immediately put on his shoes and then carried the bamboo basket next to him on his back.

I pushed the door open and saw three people standing outside.

The three of them were dressed differently, with very different styles.

The man standing on the left is a fat man with a small mustache, narrow eyes, a round hat on his head, and he is wearing brocade clothes and a jade ring on his thumb.

What a wealthy family.

On the right is an old man who is about to die. He is wearing a rag with patches all over it. His chest is open. Looking inside, one can see his skinny ribs and dirty skin.

He kept coughing with his hands covering the corners of his mouth, and from time to time he would spit out a mouthful of thick yellow phlegm.

And standing in the middle is a village woman.

She looked very plain and not pretty. She had a white scarf on her head and a slightly yellowed apron on her body. Her hands were grey and rough, with dirt between her nails. It was obvious that she was good at farm work.

These four people seem to have nothing to do with each other, but now they are all together.

"What do you mean? Ahem?"

The skinny old man coughed twice and then asked the traveling merchant.

"I got the news. The Taoist and the aunt are on their way. It is estimated that they will arrive at the village in about ten days." "Haha, did you really fall for it?" The fat man smiled and said, "Although the Taoist is very capable, he is still too weak to guard against the various trivial matters in the world."

"We can't let our guard down. That Taoist priest was able to kill Dahuang alone, so he must be a land immortal, and he must have been in the land for some time. As for that aunt, she was able to resist the cavalry flood by herself, so she must be at least in the middle stage of Xiantian." The village woman advised, "We still have to prepare well."

"Don't worry." The traveling merchant said, "The village has already set up the Dragon Slaying Formation, and the Nine Platforms have also been built. In addition, I have brought the Nine Evil Walker in this wastebasket, so today's preparations are already 30% of the scenery of the Kyoto in the past. If we can't kill that Taoist priest, I'm afraid we can only recreate the Kyoto formation."

At this point, the traveling merchant seemed to be amused by his own caution: "If another capital appears in this world, we deserve to die."

Several other people also laughed.

No one believes that the Taoist priests’ abilities are really as great as those of the former capital city of Kyoto.

After the conversation, the traveling merchant looked around and frowned:

"Where did Huamianlang go?"

"He found a house and sealed the door. Before he went in, he told me that he was going to play a top-notch person this time, so I had to be prepared."

"What are you planning to do?" muttered the traveling merchant.

Last time, this handsome man lost his heart, which has been used as one of the nine platforms in the Dragon-Slaying Formation.

The traveling merchant thought that out of respect for this heart, the Painted Man would at least show up at the meeting with his painted face, but he didn't expect that he didn't see him at all.

"Xiao Huanxi's people are really hard to get along with. Ahem." The old man seemed to have a deep grudge against Huamian Langjun: "He acts too weirdly and only acts according to his own preferences. I would rather cooperate with those weird people in Guixiang than to deal with Xiao Huanxi. He is too despicable."

No one responded to him, mainly because everyone knew that the old man and Xiao Huanxi had some conflicts over the past.

This old man used to do a big business, which was not a very serious one. However, Xiao Huanxi came to him along the way and ruined his business, and got him into the Beggar Gang.

Although he had spent more than ten years making a name for himself in the Beggar Gang and had personally killed Little Huanxi, the old man no longer had any good feelings towards this sect.

If the Flower-Faced Young Man’s strength wasn’t so incredibly high this time, the old man would never have agreed to cooperate with them.

In his words,

Xiao Huanxi is a bitch!
"We can't do anything. This Hua Langjun is Xiao Huanxi's right-hand man, so he must have some abilities. We might have already run into the enemy of the immortals on earth. Having him around is like insurance. If we really can't kill the Taoist priest, he can protect us and run away." The traveling merchant sighed.

"I hope he can keep his promise."

"He is already the one who keeps his promises the most among the Little Joys."

The traveling merchant thought about Xiao Huanxi's overall character and could only make this comment.

After a few polite words, the traveling merchant waved his hand and sent them away:

"Everyone go to your own platform and take a look. Don't miss anything. If something goes wrong when opening the altar, it will be a joke."

Several people agreed, patted their chests and promised that nothing would happen before leaving.

Watching their receding backs, the traveling merchant stood with his hands behind his back, muttering to himself:

"Master, is it really appropriate to spend so much energy to deal with this Taoist priest?"

……

The donkey cart moved slowly along the road.

On the way, Zuo Chen found a few woodcutters to confirm whether there was any problem with the map given by Sima Liang. After confirming that there was no mistake in the map, he continued along the path.

The terrain in Youzhou is mostly flat. Along the opened up roads, there are either forests or farmland on both sides.

Today, the donkey cart drove out of a nearby forest, and what came into view was an endless plain.

It was autumn, the wild grass turned yellow, and formed waves as the wind blew. In the evening light, the sky turned into broken gold, and the clouds were dyed red.

"Oh my god! It's so beautiful!"

Caiyi stopped practicing Wangqi Technique and looked at the surrounding scenery. She was silent for a long time before finally squeezing out these words.

"...I'll buy you some poetry and songs in the future. You won't be able to only come up with this sentence after seeing such a scene."

"Master, please don't blame me. Don't you have anything to say?" Caiyi pouted.

"Who said I have no words?" Zuo Chen snorted. It was finally his turn to plagiarize: "Outside the long pavilion, beside the ancient road, the green grass stretches to the sky."

"...Master, the grass is yellow now."

"Speak up."

The donkey cart continued to move forward. According to the map, it should be a town, mainly relying on animal husbandry, and it was the main meat breeding ground nearby.

Sure enough, after walking forward for a while, I saw that there were indeed several farms not far away.

But soon, Zuo Chen saw some commotion at the farm gate.

"Hey! Stop hitting me! Stop hitting me! I just thought this chicken was pretty and wanted to hold it and touch it, I didn't want to steal it!"

"Who would believe that? You deserve a beating!"

Seeing that there was a big commotion over there, Zuo Chen also asked the donkey to walk in that direction.

When I got to the door, I found that it was a village woman beating an old man with a broom.

The scene can be described as a whirlwind of excitement.

"Old man?" Zuo Chen, who was watching the fun, suddenly heard Caiyi's murmured exclamation behind him, then he turned his head to look at Caiyi.

The latter was found to be full of surprise.

Zuo Chen reacted for a moment and his expression became a little strange.

Could this be...

The one who adopted Caiyi before!

(End of this chapter)