The wooden bed was dry and hard, and the inn was dusty. Fortunately, the inn often hosted merchants from Dashun. They spoke Chinese well, and some even spoke very fluent Mandarin.

"So hard!"

It was just such a hard bed, Lin Jianzhu lay down for three days, and refused to get up after eating and drinking.

The travelers who had traveled together came over to thank each other sincerely in the past few days, and he just lazily dealt with it. Of course, the money was still not collected. When he said that, he could only relieve everyone's overexcited.

Everyone is alive, and the most important thing is that the two children have also recovered, so that is very good.

Two camels outside the window were eating hay leisurely.

From time to time, peddlers were carrying all kinds of strange things to sell.

He held the wine pot, but didn't even hold the wine glass, and sipped lightly.

This oasis is very large and a small country was established, called Miguo.

The people of the whole country love gold jewelry and gems, with exquisite craftsmanship and unique interest compared to the Dashun Dynasty.

Lin Jianzhu reached out and called the peddler over and carefully picked a colorful scimitar inlaid with gems.

His mother, Princess Chongwen, doesn't like rouge and water powder, so she only loves these things. A precious knife can be more popular than her gorgeous clothes and delicacies.

Lin Jianzhu thought that his good food, gorgeous clothes, and enjoyment personality were not inherited from his mother, but probably from his father. But when he was at home, his father was the one who disliked him all day long and always felt that he was extravagant.

It’s a pity that my parents are childhood sweethearts. His father did all the bastards when he was young. His mother knew very well. As long as his mother glanced at him with a smile when he was scolded, his father’s voice would have to be weak.

"I hate it back then, but now I miss it."

Lin Jianzhu thought that when he came home, he would just scold his father, and he would never talk back.

Lying at the window, Yan Wangchuan happened to see a thin camel riding a half shorter than an ordinary camel, slowly walking outside.

"Hey, Yan Wangchuan!"

Yan Wangchuan stopped and turned around.

Lin Jianzhu smiled: "The wind in the world is cold, I hope you take care of me!"

Yan Wangchuan stopped. He had something to promise others to do, so he couldn't stay here. He pondered for a moment, turned to look at him, and suddenly asked softly: "Have you burned the "Inner Demon Book"?"

Lin Jianzhu was stunned and deliberately looked at Yan Wangchuan up and down: "...I suspect that you have already cultivated into a spirit. You either have his own understanding of the mind or have a thousand-mile eyes and a smooth ear."

He paused: "That secret is not a good thing. This kind of evil martial arts is not necessary to stay in the world."

Before he got the "Inner Demon Book", he didn't know what it was, but he really saved it and exchanged this thing for the lives of two poor girls who met by chance.

But after a glance, I found that I wanted to practice the secret techniques in the inner demon book, either to kill many people or to suck them dry. At first glance, it was a magical technique that harmed countless people.

Lin Jianzhu was afraid of death and was unwilling to bear his life, but after thinking for three days, he still burned the thing with fire, and it was all over.

He can do the things he saves, and it’s fine if he does his best.

Yan Wangchuan looked at him quietly for a while and rode away without saying a word.

Lin Jianzhu smiled and then turned back to the bed.

"Why!"

[The Desert plot ends, Yan Wangchuan's blackening value: 0]

One month later

Floating City

The Fuyou City is close to the East China Sea, just a small city. The people rely on the sea to make a living. In these years of famine, they are better than elsewhere. They will not be hungry and their lives will be peaceful.

Yan Wangchuan took a pot of aged wine from a small wine shop facing the street.

He didn't drink much, and it was not easy to make money. He had a lot of money along the way. Yan Wangchuan came out of the Demon Sect and didn't take anything at all. He just relied on protecting people, assisting boxing, and even selling skills on the street to make some money. Where can I buy free money for a long time?

Secondly, drinking too much can easily damage the body, making his hands unstable and his swordsmanship slower.

However, I heard in Lin Jianzhu's voice that there is a kind of aging in Xiao Xiao Fuyoucheng, called Mierlu, which is not famous in Dashun Dynasty and has nothing to do with famous wines. It is extremely fragrant and mellow and delicious, can drive away cold and remove moisture. It is a local specialty. Only the water from Fuyoucheng can produce that kind of taste and cannot be seen anywhere else.

Lin Jianzhu had never drunk it, but only heard the brothers who were floating in the army that caused the greed in their stomachs and had been planning to come here to drink a few drinks.

These days, Yan Wangchuan came here after Lin Jianzhu's traces. When he passed by the wine shop, he saw the words Mierlu hanging on the sign, so he bought a pot and prepared to taste it.

I took the wine and found a small food shop, sat down, poured a glass of wine, and drank it, and it tasted very beautiful.

Yan Wangchuan ordered another dish of fish, a bowl of soup, and a portion of corn rice, and started eating slowly.

"...There have been many storms in the world recently. The Demon Sect's Tianlu Hall Master He Yurou was actually destroyed by the Demon Sect's Demon Sword Yan Wangchuan."

"Not only He Yurou, Yan Wangchuan also burned all the three corpse insects and poisonous insects in Tianlu Hall in a fire. The fire burned for three days, and the fire could be seen within a radius of several miles. The people in Tianlu Hall were also dead. Even if they escaped by chance, they were scared to death. Once they left, they would never dare to show up again."

"The Demon Cult lost such a big man, and the sect leader was furious, causing the three elders to chase Yan Wangchuan with countless Demon Cultists..."

There is a storyteller in the snack shop who squeaks the huqin and talks about the world. The people in the city love to listen to it after dinner.

The people are unwilling to experience the ups and downs in the world, but when they listen to the stories, they naturally have to listen to the lively things.

The palace gossip, the privacy of noble people, and the secrets of the world. These three types are loved by people and the storyteller’s favorite.

Yan Wangchuan also looked up and listened to stories. He liked to listen to people's stories now. He was busy for a while and really didn't have time to listen specifically, but every time he had a meal, he had to find a place with a storyteller.

Just as he was listening, someone came in outside. The man looked around in the door, walked slowly to Yan Wangchuan's table, took off the hat on his head, revealing his young and heroic face, and sat down slowly to look at him.

Yan Wangchuan silently picked up the food on the table and found another seat to sit down.

The man sneered: "Everyone says that the Demon Sword Yan Wangchuan's sword technique is wise, but he didn't expect to be a coward!"

It was not easy for Yan Wangchuan to hear the words, but he was the best in the world to deaf ears. He just thought that the man was farting, and slowly turned to the table opposite, and continued to eat his own meal and drink his own wine.

The man saw that he didn't even look at him, and his chest was filled with anger.

"Ha, Yan, you have abandoned the troubles and harmed the girl. You are free and easy, so how can you do such a good thing? Why, you bully people and be lonely and helpless, and no one can stand up? Tell you, you have found the wrong person, and someone will take care of the unfairness in the world. I will take the head of your neck today and take it back to drink for the girl."
Chapter completed!