Tumor Sword Immortal

Chapter 60 Friend, have you eaten?!
Xueyanmen isn't an inn; there's no reason for them to let people sleep in stables. Even if you're willing, they're not going to stoop to that level.

Xiao Tong led Pei Xia and the others through the mountain gate, slowly circling around the snow-covered landscape.

Along the way, one could occasionally encounter young cultivators, dressed in light jackets, sparring and practicing with each other.

Or, if they were led by someone, a group of cultivators whose clothing was clearly not from the Snow Swallow Sect would pass by and they would even take the initiative to greet Pei Xia and the others.

They walked all the way to the west of the sect, and the boy led them to a stop outside a small courtyard: "It's right here."

He pushed open the door and gestured inside. The courtyard was very small, with a main house inside and a side room next to it.

"The attendants can sleep in the side room, which is a bit cramped, but it's still better than the stable."

Feng Xi visibly breathed a sigh of relief, and Pei Xia was also very satisfied.

Although the courtyard is not large, it is enough for two or three people to work together. After resting for a while, they can also give Xu Shangxin some pointers.

You probably won't encounter any outsiders on the way across Mengshan.

However, after crossing the mountains lies Youzhou, which is the territory of the Northern Barbarians. We don't know what the situation is like there yet, so teaching her more wouldn't be a bad thing.

The boy didn't follow them into the courtyard. Standing at the gate, he flipped open a wooden plaque next to the gatepost, peeked inside, and asked, "I haven't yet asked which sect you're from in Beishi City, senior brother?"

Pei Xia rested his long sword against the railing in the courtyard and did not respond for a moment.

He didn't respond; he was pondering which one to write.

If it's just to fool Feng Changhai, then it doesn't matter.

However, Xueyan Sect is a well-established and powerful sect. If you casually mention it, and then later find out that you don't know any of their sect's secret techniques, it will be difficult to explain yourself.

Before Pei Xia could come up with anything, Xu Zhuofeng replied very naturally, "Tiger Crane Sword Pavilion."

The child had never heard of it.

But they still honestly wrote the four characters "Tiger Crane Sword Pavilion" on the doorplate.

"Senior brother has come from afar, so please rest well today. Your meals will be delivered on time every day. If you have any dietary restrictions, please feel free to tell us."

He seemed to have finished speaking, but then paused and reminded them, "Grandmaster's birthday celebration is in five days, but the gambling competition will begin tomorrow. If you are interested, you can come to the mountain gate training ground at Chenshi (7-9 AM) tomorrow to join in the fun."

Pei Xia agreed to all of them.

But when she looked up, the boy with rosy lips and white teeth was still standing outside the door, not having left.

He was wondering about it.

Xu Shangxin, who was standing to the side, was the first to understand. She took a few steps to the door, reached out and took out a few silver coins, handed them to the boy, and said with a smile, "Thank you for leading the way."

The child then bowed and nodded with a beaming smile, before turning and leaving.

Xu Shangxin, who came from the Prime Minister's family, understood this matter more clearly.

The young镖头 watched the other party's figure disappear into the distance, and sneered disdainfully: "They're so worldly and filthy, yet they call themselves a celestial sect, pshaw."

Pei Xia glanced at Xu Zhuofeng.

Old Xu naturally heard what Feng Xi said. His expression didn't turn sour, but his hand unconsciously reached for his pipe again.

Pei Xia also smokes; when she feels exhausted from fighting the scourge, she'll have one.

Perhaps Xu Zhuofeng is similar; when he's upset, he just wants to take a couple of sips.

He noticed Pei Xia looking at him and looked around somewhat awkwardly: "Uh, should I help you with your luggage?"

The group was empty-handed; their largest possession was Pei Xia's sword.

I didn't plan to stay long, maybe five days at most, until Xu Chengfeng's birthday celebration was over, then I'd blend into the crowd and head down the mountain.

Within three days, Pei Xia would recover and, wanting to avoid trouble, would sneak away.

"No need, let's rest for a while first, and then..."

Pei Xia looked at the three of them, who were covered in dust from their journey: "So, is there anywhere we can buy things on this mountain? Let's go buy some dry food, get a change of clothes, and take a shower too."

After he finished speaking, he gestured with his chin toward Xu Zhuofeng.

Old Xu went up the mountain just to see the current state of the sect, which provided a perfect excuse.

Xu Zhuofeng understood and nodded: "It's inconvenient for Xueyan Sect to go down the mountain, but there is a place to sell their goods. Traveling merchants from the town at the foot of the mountain carry their goods up the mountain every day."

That's good, it saves a lot of trouble. Pushing open the main room, there's a round table in the middle, with warm rooms on both sides and beds.

"Oh, oh, oh, it's a bed!"

Lu Li took off running and plopped down on the bed with a "plop." It was so soft and comfortable that she rolled around several times.

Xu Shangxin also sat on the edge of the bed and let out a long sigh.

This is the first time they've ever been on a soft bed since they fled Beishi City.

There's always a sense of relaxation, like a long journey has come to a temporary end.

Pei Xia also breathed a sigh of relief. He sat down at the wooden table in the middle, opened his teacup, and poured himself a glass of water: "I need to rest for a few days."

He didn't care. He was used to traveling the world and sleeping in the open in his early years, and because of the calamity, he couldn't sleep soundly anyway.

But the pear was still small, and it was Xu Shangxin's first time experiencing something like this.

Despite following the caravan along the way, there wasn't a single time they could truly rest properly while camping out. Each time, a little bit of fatigue would accumulate and just wouldn't go away. Over time, their bodies couldn't take it anymore.

After resting for fifteen minutes, the room began to quiet down.

Lu Li and Xu Shangxin, who were leaning against the bed, had already fallen asleep one after the other.

Then Xu Zhuofeng's voice came from the courtyard: "Young Master, shall we go for a walk?"

Pei Xia shook them both awake.

There was no other way; he felt more at ease staying by Pei Xia's side when they were on someone else's territory.

As for Feng Xi, who also started snoring as soon as he entered the side room... whatever makes the young镖头 (bodyguard/escort) happy.

Xu Zhuofeng and the others stood at the door, hands behind their backs, their eyes calm and collected as they looked around.

Those who knew were his followers.

If you didn't know better, you'd think it was someone's ancestor.

Hearing footsteps behind him, Xu Zhuofeng sighed, "The Snow Swallow Sect has really improved these past few years. It's located on the top of the Snow Mountain, with its carved beams and painted rafters."

Take this inn for example. It's surrounded by a small garden in the middle. Along the way, there are pavilions and towers everywhere. It doesn't look like a martial arts sect at all, but more like the manor of some powerful and wealthy person.

"Isn't it all because of your power?" Pei Xia looked at him.

Xu Zhuofeng shook his head: "I thought that once they made a name for themselves, they would focus more on recruiting disciples and improving their own cultivation. As for these pleasures, well..."

It's not that you can't have it.

But as the one who works hard away from home, seeing family members spending money so lavishly inevitably makes one feel a little uncomfortable.

Just as they were about to leave, coincidentally, the guest rooms on both sides of Pei Xia's courtyard were also pushed open.

Two groups of brightly dressed young cultivators emerged from inside, and were taken aback when they saw Pei Xia and her companions.

Then, their gazes passed over Pei Xia and fell upon each other, their expressions becoming even more playful.

Not wanting to attract attention, Pei Xia urged Xu Zhuofeng in a low voice, "Let's go quickly."

But it was already too late.

People from both sides crowded towards the middle.

On the left, a man in his thirties, holding a sword, clasped his hands in a fist salute to Pei Xia: "Friend, I am Sun Tingfeng of the Zuoshan Sect."

The man on the right, also in his thirties, chuckled and asked, "What kind of sect is the Zuo Shan Sect? I've never heard of it."

After saying that, he took another step closer to Pei Xia and the others: "Changhemen Xing Fengcai, greetings!"

Both sides seemed to be talking to Pei Xia.

But looking across, it was clear that they were exchanging fire in mid-air.

Pei Xia really didn't want to be the center of attention, so she subtly nudged Xu Zhuofeng in the shin: "Speak!"

Xu Zhuofeng could only step forward and clasp his hands in greeting: "Tiger Crane Sword Pavilion, gentlemen, have you eaten?!"

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