Wet viviparity

Chapter 278: Female Hero, Registration Book
In front of the door, three people had put on a Taoist robe, covering the snake and scorpion robes of the Xiepen Cave in Xuanshi Village underneath.

When the door of the inn opened, a young waiter came into view. He rolled up his sleeves, revealing his dark arms. He bowed carefully and said, "Three Taoists, our inn has been taken over. Please stay somewhere else."

The guy knew very well that in these days, anyone who dared to travel in Lingxi late at night was not an ordinary person, so he dared not offend him.

"It's late at night and cold, please give me some convenience."

As he spoke, Ji Ming took a step forward without waiting for the waiter to reply, and his figure dodged the waiter and came to the door. He saw that the seven or eight tables in the living room were already full of people.

Many candles were lit here, making the room bright, but because the doors and windows were closed, the smell produced by the burning candles and oil lamps was very strong.

"how come?"

Lin Shuijun behind him exclaimed in surprise.

The donkeys and horses in the stable were completely free of impurities, and were clearly transformed from immortal mounts. But why were the people in the room so filled with evil and gloomy energy in their eyes and brows, clearly some evildoers?

Behind the door, the three of them were dressed in Taoist robes. Although not eye-catching, they were still conspicuous.

The guy who opened the door's eyes blurred and saw the three people outside the door right behind him. He didn't dare to stop them and called the old shopkeeper to come in.

"Three of you, as you can see, the store is already full."

The old shopkeeper stood in front of Ji Ming and the other two with a smile on his face, pointing carefully into the hall and speaking.

"or."

Lin Shuijun hesitated and turned towards Ji Ming. Just as he was about to speak, he was stopped by Ji Ming.

"We three brothers came here from Luolang." Ji Ming pretended to be miserable in front of the shopkeeper, pointed at Jie Huojun and said, "Because my brother's wife gave birth prematurely, we have to go to Gangtou Village in the south, and we have been traveling for several days.

Now I am extremely hungry and tired, I hope the old shopkeeper can help me."

"This"

The old shopkeeper looked embarrassed and reminded quietly: "Can't you see the evil spirit in the hall?"

At this time, a man in the hall stood up. He was wearing coarse cloth and black boots. In his hand was a stick-like object wrapped with a cloth strip. Judging from the way he held it, it should be a sword or something like that. There was malice in his eyes, ready to be unleashed.

Seeing the man stand up and come over, Ji Ming stood still, raised his hand, and stopped the second gentleman behind him, "Don't be impatient!"

"and many more."

At a table in the corner of the hall, there was a handsome scholar. Although he was dressed in common clothes, he could not hide his elegant demeanor. He stopped the man and said, "My single room is big enough for you to sleep in."

Ji Ming bypassed the man and strode through the hall, ignoring everyone. He came to the scholar's table, raised his hands and bowed slightly, and said with a polite smile: "Thank you for your help!"

The scholar smiled, his teeth were frighteningly white, and he replied politely, "When you are away from home, you should help those in need. This is just a piece of cake, so you don't have to worry about it."

"Thank you!"

Ji Ming smiled and turned to look at another person at the table, a woman to be exact.

The woman was dressed in a black robe with a silk belt around her waist. She had sharp eyebrows and eyes, and was extremely sharp. She was none other than Ding Minjun, the only disciple of Master Yuan Ren, and also the elder sister of Ding Mingyu who was trapped in the Demon Palace.

When Master Yuan Ren visited Huoxu Cave, she also brought this girl with her.

By then, the girl had already grown up, while Ji Ming was only eleven or twelve years old. After so many years, even if the girl had some impression of him, she would definitely not recognize him.

"Ms. Ding!"

Ji Ming pretended to be surprised, took a step back, clasped his fists and shouted.

At the table, Ding Minjun was fiddling with the wine bowl out of boredom. Upon hearing this, she looked up and glanced at Ji Ming up and down, only to find that he was an ordinary person. She then dropped her eyes again.

Ji Ming's expression froze and he stood still. Why didn't Ding Minjun play by the rules? She surprised him so much. Wasn't she curious at all as to why he was so surprised?

Also, what does that glance mean? Judging people by their appearance is really superficial.

"Brother, do you know Junior Sister Ding?"

The scholar at the side was surprised by Ji Ming's routine and asked. This place is in the Great Ridge of the Southern Wilderness. There is no sound of Taoism from the Central Plains. Junior Sister Ding has never traveled here. How can a wild Taoist in the ridge know Junior Sister Ding? The scholar's face was already a little serious.

“I don’t know the heroine Ding Xian, but I recognize the sword on her body.

There is a small green snake on the handle, and two talismans with secret characters. I heard from a storyteller that the Green Fly Mother Sword that Ding Xia often wears when she goes out has this shape. "

The scholar's expression eased, and he said to Ding Minjun who was sitting at the table, "I never thought that Junior Sister Ding's reputation as a hero has spread throughout the mountains, while I am still an unknown person. I am ashamed, ashamed."

Ji Ming's face straightened, and he called the two gentlemen who were still standing behind the door and said, "Brother Xu, Brother Zhao, come over and thank you two."

At this moment, Jie Huojun was full of admiration for Jin Tong. It was nothing that he knew Ding Minjun, but he was able to strike up a conversation with her in just a few words. This was very serious. He was just like a wealthy man who often roamed the world.

This behavior and this posture made Jiehuojun subconsciously want to imitate it.

The two gentlemen soon realized Jintong's purpose. Jintong must be planning to take this opportunity to find out the situation in the Demon Palace. After all, their contact person is outside Mingyu Mountain where the Demon Palace is located.

"Haha~" Lord Linshui came over, stroking his beard, and said to the scholar flatteringly: "You are so handsome and dignified, I wonder how I should address you, young man?"

"Down below."

"Brother!"

Ding Minjun stopped the scholar, pierced Ji Ming with her eyes, and said in a cold voice: "If you want to make friends, you can go to Jindao Zen Temple to find me, but not now."

"Okay, I won't bother you two anymore."

Ji Ming nodded and smiled knowingly.

Since Ding Minjun is here, Master Yuanren from the Jindao Zen Temple in Cuiwei Mountain must be here too.

However, it seems that the other people in this hall do not seem to be of the right path. Could it be that the two groups next to where Mrs. Long gathered are also gathered here? That would be too much of a coincidence.

"Haha~"

At this moment, a monk came in from outside the door and walked in front of Ji Ming with a big laugh. Everyone in the hall stood up immediately and made way to both sides.

"Namo. Namo"

The monk, with thick eyebrows and a wide mouth, chanted a few Buddhist names, then glanced at everyone except the scholar and the chivalrous woman, and cursed, "A bunch of fighting men, none of them are sensible, and they actually want the disciple of Master Bichen to give up his single room."

As soon as he finished scolding, he immediately put on a smiling face, called the old shopkeeper, and said, "Arrange a first-class room for the three donors."

"Yes!"

The old shopkeeper responded tremblingly, as if he was extremely afraid of the monk, and hurriedly invited Ji Ming and the other two to go upstairs.

"Wait a minute." The monk patted his bald head, pointed at the old shopkeeper and said with a smile, "You are also an old shopkeeper, how can you be so ignorant? Shouldn't customers look at the sign before entering the shop?"

A letter card is an item similar to an identity certificate, which contains some personal information.

Ji Ming stepped forward and bowed to the monk, saying with a smile: "I am a wandering monk. Big temples don't accept me, and small temples don't accept me. How can I carry that kind of thing with me?"

Around the monk, many people in the hall served him diligently, massaging his feet and shoulders, passing him water and medicine, looking like filial sons and grandchildren, and the monk seemed to be accustomed to it.

The old shopkeeper walked around the table and chairs, came to the counter, took out a notebook, and said, "Then please come here, three of you, and make a simple note in the store book."

The inn book is where the personal identity of inn guests is recorded after they check in. The inn will keep it properly, keep a copy on file, and submit it to the government for inspection every month.

In this wild inn in the desolate mountains, outside the borders of the Ba Dynasty, where barbarians are rampant, it is incredible that such an inn for guests has such a complete set of measures.

"it is good!"

Jiming nodded and walked to the counter.

The monk also moved here, and for a moment everyone's eyes were focused here.

(End of this chapter)