Minglong

Chapter 398 Things are changing

Hori.

The full moon hung in the sky, the old city was brightly lit, and caravans could be seen coming and going everywhere, their shouts rising and falling.

"The Red Mountain mare can be ridden day and night..."

"Authentic roasted lamb leg..."

……

The inn is located near the merchant guild and mainly caters to wealthy merchants from the south. Its environment is much better than other buildings in the city.

Inside the inn's private room, a roasted lamb, sprinkled with scallions and exuding a fragrant aroma, sat on the table. Bu Yuehua, holding a small knife, helped the already bleeding coal ball cut the lamb meat, while asking:
"Has Lady Ye been here before?"

Ye Yunchi was still dressed as a scholarly lady, but the calm and collected demeanor between her brows had diminished compared to the past, replaced by a hint of hesitation.

After all, she promised to take Xie Jinhuan to Luojing and then go home, but she ended up having a sex party at the man's house. She was touched enough and then lay on the man's lap, and even had him play music to lull her to sleep. This was no different from being a couple.

Now that they've come all the way up north to help, some unexpected incidents are bound to happen. Who knows what their relationship will be like on the return trip?

But since he had already come all this way, and his only goal was to strike down the evil cultivators, Ye Yunchi couldn't back down. He simply responded softly:
"I travel around whenever I have free time. Over the years, I've traveled all over the country. I visited Hori City once thirty years ago, when the King of the North was still the old king. He was said to be very popular with the people. I don't know how he ended up like this..."

Beside her, Zhao Ling, dressed as a female warrior in leather armor, sat with the icy-looking man in a black dress.

Because she was out on a mission, Zhao Ling was afraid of holding anyone back, so she sat much more upright. Her appearance and demeanor also fit the style of a female knight-errant. She even used a leather forehead band to cover the mark left by the Qilin blood. Hearing the voice, she asked curiously:
"Thirty years ago... my mother wasn't even as old as me back then. If only I could travel the world like Senior Ye and still be in my prime."

Sitting next to him was originally Nangong Ye, but Nangong Ye was already dead and couldn't stand the meaningful looks from Ling'er and the demoness, so he secretly ran back to find some peace and quiet and asked Qingmo to come and see the exotic scenery.

Because they were all busy preparing in the capital, and then traveling day and night after setting off, this was the first time the group had sat down to chat about everyday things. Upon hearing Ling'er's words, Linghu Qingmo responded:

“As long as one’s lifespan is not nearing its end, the higher one’s cultivation level, the younger one will appear. Your master is of the same generation as Emperor Qian Taizu. Apart from her white hair, she looks like a seventeen or eighteen-year-old girl. If you cultivate diligently, you will surely remain so in the future.”

Bu Yuehua, while feeding the coal briquettes who were munching on their food, interjected:

"Appearance is linked to talent. After a cultivator reaches the Super Grade, aging slows down. The earlier one reaches the Super Grade, the younger they look. However, there are exceptions. Sect Leader Lu and Monk Wuxin, if they want to become sect leaders, they would deliberately appear mature if they looked too young to command the position. But for female cultivators, the younger the better..."

Zhao Ling nodded slightly: "That's true. When Sect Leader Lu remarries, outsiders laugh at him for being an old cow eating young grass. But Sect Leader Lu is actually a cultivator. If he's trying to maintain appearances, then he probably looks about the same as Xie Jinhuan and Aunt Nangong... cough..."

Realizing she had let something slip, Zhao Ling quickly shut up.

Linghu Qingmo narrowed his eyes slightly, but did not respond to the inappropriate topic. After chatting for a few more minutes, footsteps were heard outside the door.

Tread~
The four women turned around and saw Xie Jinhuan, dressed as a wandering knight, arrive at the door, accompanied by a little girl with braids peeking out from the doorway.
"Hehe~ a lump of coal?"

"Guji?!"

Last time in Daizhou, Coal Ball saw Old Demon No Onion beat up Ah Huan and then transform into a beautiful girl. Upon seeing this, Coal Ball was stunned and quickly jumped to the side, raising its wings to signal the big boss to sit down.

Zhao Ling and the others had seen this young constable during their time in Luoyang, and were surprised to see him like this:
"Miss Jiang?"

"Why are you here too?"

"Sigh, I came here to investigate the demon bandits and happened to run into Young Master Xie. Wow~ Her Highness the Princess is dressed so discreetly, I almost didn't recognize her. And who is this lady?"

……

Seeing this wild and spirited young girl, Ye Yunchi figured she must be Xie Jinhuan's girlfriend from the north, so he didn't want to be negligent and smiled, saying:

"Ye Yunchi, if you don't mind, you can just call me Sister Ye."

Ye Yunchi's words were a show of modesty, after all, in her eyes, there shouldn't be any woman more senior than her by Xie Jinhuan's side, but in reality, she didn't even rank in the top three...

Fortunately, Jiang Xian still feels like she's forever eighteen, whether now or when she thinks about the past, so she didn't mind. She politely called out "Sister Ye~" and sat down next to the coal ball, starting to ask about his well-being.

After Zhao Ling acquired his special abilities, to be on the safe side, he would use his "Heavenly Eye" to examine everyone he met. At this moment, while offering a toast, he secretly activated his Qilin divine power, briefly observing the energetic Miss Jiang, and then…

"Pfft-cough-cough-cough..."

Xie Jinhuan was setting out the bowls and chopsticks for Jiang Xiaobiao when he noticed the landlady, who was drinking, suddenly shudder, then cover her mouth and cough. He couldn't help but turn around and gently pat her back.

"What's wrong? Did you choke?"

The other girls also looked over at the same time.

Zhao Ling's face turned red as she stared at the girl with braids opposite her, clearly seeing a huge phantom around her!
The phantom was no less than four and a half meters tall, with a round and smooth body and an overwhelming aura. It seemed to have white hair and was carrying a golden dragon that stretched over its shoulder. It was placed in this small house, and its head was even pierced through the mold. It felt as if a goddess from a dragon palace had suddenly descended upon this remote and impoverished place.

She was about to speak when she realized the other person's spirit was still responding. The head, which had been blurry, suddenly lowered its head, opened its eyes, and looked at her. Although it was clearly a phantom of the spirit, its gaze seemed to penetrate her soul. She could even hear:

"Forget it, forget it..."

Then I blacked out...

"Ling'er? Ling'er?"

Zhao Ling suddenly snapped out of her daze and realized that everyone was staring at her. Coal Ball was still shaking its head to attract attention. Feeling confused, she rubbed her forehead and asked in bewilderment:
"I might have had too much to drink and forgot what I was going to say."

Xie Jinhuan didn't notice anything unusual, and the ghost didn't warn him either. He could only assume that Ling'er was too tired from running so far, so he helped her up.

"Then I'll escort His Highness back to his room to rest first. You can continue your meal."

Linghu Qingmo blinked, sensing that the energetic and vigorous Ling'er was deliberately acting coy and weak so that her boyfriend would coax her. So she helped to support Ling'er and escort her back to her room, lest she be drinking here while her best friend was having an affair next door...

Seeing that nothing was wrong, Bu Yuehua waited until the three of them left before turning her gaze to Jiang Xiaobiao. She intended to offer some words of comfort, but after a brief look, she noticed that the young woman was somewhat lost in thought, staring in the direction Xie Jinhuan had left. So she called out to her:

"Miss Jiang?"

"Huh?" Jiang Xian suddenly snapped back to reality, looked around, and said blankly:

"Hey?! Where is Young Master Xie?"

Seeing this, Ye Yunchi was a little puzzled:

“Miss Jiang, you didn’t drink, and…”

Jiang Xiaobiao felt the invisible hand exert its force again, but after so long he was used to it, and explained:
"I was thinking about the case and got distracted. Speaking of which, Sister Ye's face... hmm... it looks familiar, like someone I used to know..."

Ye Yunchi was seeing this girl for the first time and said in surprise:
"Really? Who is it?"

"Um……"

For some reason, Jiang Xian felt that the other person deserved a beating when she saw that somewhat familiar face!

But she couldn't remember who it was, and didn't want to say it outright, so she simply said:
"Perhaps it's because we have a connection. By the way, my name is Jiang Xian, and I come from Jiang Family Fort in the East China Sea. I don't know if Sister Ye has heard of me."

“Master Jiang Hehai, he’s a veteran of the Northern War of the Witchcraft Rebellion, how could I not have heard of him? No wonder this knife felt familiar just now…”

……

On the other side, the guest rooms.

Xie Jinhuan helped Ling'er into the elegant room where they were to stay.

Zhao Ling continued rubbing her forehead as she walked, feeling like she had forgotten something important, but she just couldn't remember it. She asked:

"I'm healthy, right?"

Xie Jinhuan carefully took her pulse, then had A Piao examine her, and shook her head, saying:
"No, it's normal to sometimes forget what you want to say. I'm tired after running so far, let me rest for a bit."

Linghu Qingmo walked ahead and interjected:

"Ling'er, did you deliberately act weak and frail when you saw him come back...?"

Zhao Ling frowned, then turned and kissed Xie Jinhuan on the cheek:
"Does this princess need to pretend to want him to serve her in bed?"

?

Linghu Qingmo took a deep breath, causing her clothes to bulge, but she couldn't kiss her master back in person, so she nodded solemnly.
"You're probably just too tired. You should get some sleep. I need to talk to Xie Jinhuan about something."

He then pressed Zhao Ling onto the bed and pulled Xie Jinhuan away.

Zhao Ling, newly married, hadn't yet enjoyed her honeymoon due to the rush of travel, let alone had a party with Aunt Nangong and Senior Bu. Seeing this, she sat up:

"Um... I'm fine, what can't we talk about here?"

"You just said you weren't faking it, but now you're fine? What if you're not feeling well and it causes problems?"

"Uh……"

Zhao Ling really didn't know how to talk back.

Linghu Qingmo didn't say much, but pulled Xie Jinhuan out, closed the door, and went to the next room.

Xie Jinhuan knew that Mo Mo was engaged in some kind of 'domestic power struggle,' and found it somewhat amusing. He wrapped his arms around her waist and gave her a quick kiss on the cheek.
"I asked you to come along, but you didn't. It would have been so much fun if you were here too..."

Stab~
Linghu Qingmo gave the lecherous man a jolt and snorted:
"I'm not being unreasonable. I came to the North to slay demons and monsters. Wouldn't it be a waste if I couldn't even ride the wind? I'm practicing my skills diligently. You've even prepared a lot of medicinal herbs for me. We can go together next time we go out."

After saying that, Linghu Qingmo suddenly pressed Xie Jinhuan down on the bed, lifted the quilt to make sure no one was hiding, and began to take liberties with her.

Boo boo boo…

?

This was the first time Xie Jinhuan had seen Mo Mo so proactively driving a large vehicle. His eyes widened in surprise, but he dared not resist and could only enjoy it. He asked:

"Miss Mo Mo, what's wrong with you...?"

Linghu Qingmo knew Ling'er's personality; he knew she wouldn't be able to resist sneaking a bite later!
Rather than going back to silently suffer, she thought it better to enjoy herself for now, and at this moment she frowned slightly:

"It's been so long, can't I give you a kiss?"

"Uh... okay!"

Xie Jinhuan was flattered and turned over:

“However, how can we let Miss Mo Mo do this herself? I’ll do it.”

"Eh?"

Linghu Qingmo was pressed down onto the pillow, her face flushing red, but she didn't resist. She simply closed her eyes and let herself be bullied, secretly thinking to herself:

Ling'er was lying in the room, hugging her knees...

Empress Da Wanyi was also alone in her empty room, tossing and turning, unable to sleep...

You dared to steal food, what goes around comes around...

No, Master's body is too sensitive; could he be the reincarnation of the Dragon King...?

Oh my god~
……

(End of this chapter)