When Shen Qiao and the two returned to the Tuyuhun King City, the cold winter had already arrived. In the past, there were very few caravans passing through the western countries. The entire King City was completely different from when they left, showing a deserted scene.
"But it's only temporary," said the hawker selling sugar on the street. "Going west in winter, the road will be difficult, so many caravans leave in autumn and come back next spring. After winter, there are many people here. Woke up!"
He is a Han Chinese. He passed through here with the business team more than ten years ago, and met a Tuyuhun girl. He has settled here and has a child since then.
Shen Qiao seems to have a natural affinity, which makes people feel like a spring breeze and feels more comfortable. Just now, Yan Wushi stood in front of the candy man stand for a long time, and the hawker did not speak to him. Shen Qiao came over from behind and only asked a question or two. , the hawker chatted with him with the expression of "meeting old friends in a foreign land".
"Actually, there are a lot of Han people in this city. Even the princes and nobles in Tuyuhun speak Chinese and wear Han clothes, but they are located in the Western Regions after all. Ordinary people are easily reluctant to leave their hometowns."
Shen Qiao said with a smile: "That's right, your wife must be very beautiful and virtuous in order to keep you. And I heard from you, it should be a scholar who has read a lot of books, but she is willing to stay for thousands of miles for her. Here, this couple is deeply in love, which is really enviable!"
The peddler was praised by him, with an embarrassed and proud look, scratched his head and said: "Thanks to your praise, I went to a private school for a few years when I was young, so I can't be called a scholar! Where did you just come back from? , who is in a mess, did he come back with the caravan for the winter?"
Shen Qiao said: "We traveled all the way, and went west for a while. Seeing that it was getting colder day by day, we didn't dare to go any further, so we came back again. I heard that there was a Panlong meeting in Wangcheng a few days ago. It must be over now?"
Hawker: "It's long gone, people are gone, but this year is also lively, there are a lot of Jianghu people who are wielding swords and swords, I don't have much business here selling candy people, but after there are more of these people, then In the past few days, people in this street would draw swords from time to time, and I was so frightened that I hurried home and hid for a few days!"
Shen Qiao: "So, half of the people in the city are gone now?"
The hawker: "No, the Panlong Fair will be over soon, and it has already gone clean. Look at those inns, they used to be overcrowded, but now it's better. The price has dropped and they are not satisfied! But ah, I heard that the Qi Kingdom After being destroyed by the Zhou Kingdom, maybe there will be far fewer caravans heading west in the coming year!"
Shen Qiao was originally worried that once the news of "Yan Wushi's death" spread, Yu Wenyong's life would be in danger, but he didn't expect that such a big event had already happened after they left Chang'an for a few months, so he couldn't help turning his head to look beside him. Yan Wushi glanced at him.
The latter wore a power fence on his head, blocking his expression, making it difficult to see.
Shen Qiao: "The state of Qi was destroyed? Was it so fast? Didn't we encounter resistance?"
The peddler sighed: "Who knows, maybe Zhou's army is too strong, alas, after all, my hometown is still in Qi, but it's a pity that even though I've been far away in Tuyuhun these years, I can always hear the news that the lord of the country is fainting. , I didn't expect such a big country to actually say that it would be gone!"
Shen Qiao: "The unification of the north is always good for the people. When things settle down, there will only be more, not less, caravans traveling to and from the Western Regions."
The peddler smiled again: "That's right, then it's your blessing. I'm still waiting for the day when the Central Plains are truly peaceful, and I'll take my wife and children back to my hometown to see!"
He held Shen Qiao and chatted for a long time, but he didn't know what to do, and when he saw Yan Wushi standing beside him without saying a word, as if he was staring at the sugar man, he remembered his business and said with a smile: "This lady is you. His wife, could it be that he is also from Tuyuhun?"
Shen Qiao: "This is my sister."
Yan Wushi: "wife."
Shen Qiao: "..."
Hawker: "… "
Shen Qiao guessed that Yan Wushi said this deliberately, and it should be because he was dissatisfied with dressing up as a woman, but he couldn't say much in front of outsiders, so he had to cough lightly and make amends: "This is my cousin, with a stubborn temper. Don't be surprised."
It's okay if he didn't explain. With this explanation, the hawker immediately imagined a scene where cousins fell in love and eloped thousands of miles away, and immediately nodded: "I understand, I understand!"
Shen Qiao was at a loss, thinking that I don't understand what you understand.
Over there, Yan Wushi pointed to the sugar man: "I want this."
His voice was low, not like a female voice at all, but the hawker didn't think much about it. After all, it was windy and sandy outside the Great Wall, and Tuyuhun women also had hoarse voices.
Hearing Yan Wushi's words, the hawker was refreshed: "Whatever you want, I can pour it out for you!"
Yan Wushi: "horses, cattle, sheep..."
Shen Qiao didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "Just come with one, what's the use of holding too many?"
Yan Wushi: "That's one."
The peddler said with a smile: "Okay, do you want horses or cattle and sheep?"
Yan Wushi pointed at Shen Qiao: "He."
The hawker was taken aback: "Huh?"
Yan Wushi: "Pour one on him."
Although Shen Qiao has never been involved in the love between men and women, but after the misunderstanding just now, and looking at the ambiguous eyes of other hawkers, there is no way to know what he misunderstood.
He said to the hawker: "He's just joking, or just pour a sheep."
Yan Wushi: "No, I want you."
He asked the hawker again, "Can you?"
The peddler seemed to feel the burning gaze under the power fence, and said hurriedly: "Yes! Of course!"
Shen Qiao supported her forehead.
The hawker's craftsmanship is really good, and in less than a quarter of an hour, a sugar man appears vividly in front of him.
After all, it was watered with caramel, and it was impossible to show the facial features clearly, but the manner of the other party walking forward with a long cloth bag on his back seemed to have a Shen Qiao charm.
Shen Qiao said with a smile: "It really is like a mountain. Look at your craft, you can't do it without ten years of hard work!"
The hawker laughed and was very happy to be praised: "It's easy to talk!"
Yan Wushi took the candy man, took it under the power fence, snapped his head off, put it in his mouth, and chewed it crunching.
Shen Qiao: "..."
In order to prevent the hawker from being too strange and concerned, he gave the money and quickly pulled the person away.
The Zhou Lord destroys Qi, which means that the north will be unified. The Chen Dynasty and the Turks will definitely not want to watch the Zhou Dynasty sit on the throne. They will definitely try their best to attack Yuwenyong, because the prince Yuwenyun can't see the quality of the Mingjun at all. If Yuwen As soon as Yong died, the Zhou Kingdom would be a group of dragons without a leader, like scattered sand.
According to this kind of speculation, Yan Wushi must appear in Chang'an as soon as possible and beside Yu Wenyong, so that everyone can see that he is not dead.
Yan Wushi, who was still safe and sound under the siege of the world's five great masters, will inevitably rise to a higher level of fame and status.
But the problem is that the current Yan Wushi, although not dead, has also been seriously injured, and the flaws in his demon heart are still there. What's more troublesome is that not only has his temperament changed, but he has also split into several temperaments, some of which are even better. If you speak ill of yourself, it's just to bluff ordinary people. It's easy to reveal the truth in front of smart people, not to mention people like Dou Yanshan and Duan Wenyang. You can definitely see something wrong with a test.
While Shen Qiao was contemplating, Yan Wushi had already eaten all the sugar man's waist and was heading towards the "thigh" part.
Seeing this appearance, who can believe that this person is Yan Wushi? If he behaved like this in front of Duan Wenyang and others, he would be beaten to the point of not even scum
Shen Qiao couldn't help sighing, dragged the person into a restaurant, sat down and asked, "You heard what that person said just now, what are your thoughts?"
Yan Wushi raised the power fence, bit the rest of the candy man into his mouth, chewed and moved his cheeks, and looked at him expressionlessly.
Shen Qiao's self-preservation is excellent, and he can't help but twitch at the corner of his mouth: "Although you are Xie Ling's temperament now, you should be able to understand my words?"
Yan Wushi hummed.
Shen Qiao: "Then what are your plans, shall I take you directly back to Chang'an to find your apprentice?"
Yan Wushi: "No."
He seemed to be reluctant to speak, and even frowned slightly because of this. After a while, he said, "Call them."
Shen Qiao nodded: "Alright, wait for Bianbianmei to come and join you after receiving the message, and then you can discuss the countermeasures. The Huanyue Sect has a lot of power in Qi State, and when you enter Qi State, you should be able to find people from the Huanyue Sect. Now, how should I communicate it?"
Yan Wushi: "I don't remember."
The implication is that "Xie Ling" does not remember now.
Shen Qiao wanted to sigh again: "Forget it, let's discuss this matter from a long-term perspective, and it won't be too late to talk about it when we arrive at Beizhou."
While talking, the guy has already brought the food. The conditions here are much better than they were in the small town before, but the order is no longer just mutton soup and oil pancakes. In winter, the shadow of wild vegetables can still be seen on the plate. Especially not easy.
This is located in the center of the market. They are sitting by the window, looking down from the second floor. There are a lot of people doing small business downstairs. There is also a huge wolf in his arms, accompanied by somersaults or jumps, the wolf dipped in water will drag an elegant and light trace on the ground, and if you look closely, it is actually a running script imitating the "Orchid Pavilion Collection" of the King Youjun of the Eastern Jin Dynasty.
This performance was novel and interesting, and soon attracted many people to gather and watch. Not all locals could read and understand what he wrote, but the buskers were neat and graceful, and they were often able to win a lot of applause.
Seeing that Yan Wushi was paying attention, Shen Qiao glanced at it casually, but when he saw the handwriting left by the wolf on the ground, his heart chord moved, and he suddenly felt a sense of analogy and empowerment.
That man's kung fu is not even martial arts, it's just rough market kung fu, but he is very smart. He combines western dance with boxing and feet, which is like dancing and juggling. It is interesting and fresh, and the rich can give a few coins at most, which is enough for this busker to eat and drink for a day.
But this person does not deal with it casually just because others are just watching the fun. Even if the "Orchid Pavilion Collection" written by the huge wolf hair on the uneven ground is not good, it will immediately provoke countless experts to scoff when it is placed in the Central Plains. , However, he was conscientious and focused, completely self-absorbed, completely immersed in his own dance, his eyes were on the ground for a moment, his strokes were heavy, his muscles were round and thin, and he was not willing to be sloppy.
Martial arts is very mysterious. It pays attention to talent, hard work, and even more understanding. Sometimes there is no progress after hard training for several days or even years.
But now, when Shen Qiao watched the busker's every move, a scene naturally emerged in his mind.
In the scene, the busker became Shen Qiao himself, and he was no longer holding a wolf, but a sword.
The highest good is like water. Water is good for all things without quarrelling, and it treats what everyone hates, so it is almost the Tao.
The waves of the sea and the craggy mountains are all like avenues, and the miraculous bond is the same as the dust.
He danced a set of swordsmanship smoothly, very much like the Canglang Sword Art of Xuandu Mountain, but Shen Qiao knew that it was clearly not the Canglang Sword Art, but a sword art created by him.
Slowly, that set of swordsmanship took shape in his mind, Shen Qiao almost forgot everything around him, he even forgot that he was still in the inn, that he had a Yan Wushi by his side, so he got up and walked towards the outer door. Run away, all the way to fly away from the city without touching the dust.
He can't wait to prove this sword technique!