Sword Roaring in the Sky

Chapter 216 Passing by the Snow Mountain

A caravan of horses on the grassland was heading north. In the caravan there were two very disheveled men, both of whom were in low spirits and very depressed.

One was very young, armed with two swords, and the other was quite old, with a messy beard.

These two people were Sun Yanwan and Xixi Mulli. With Sun Yanwan's "guidance", they got lost on the prairie and almost died of hunger and thirst. Fortunately, this caravan passed by and took them on the road.

Sun Yanwan felt a little sorry for Xixi Mulli. As his martial arts became more and more advanced, he lost the fear of nature that ordinary people should have. This time, getting lost made him much more honest, and even his bragging habit was mostly cured.

Sun Yanwan occasionally worried. What if Dalang couldn't react quickly enough and something happened? Or what if something happened in Black Dragon City? But after all, he had lived two lives and understood one thing deeply: there was no need to worry too much about the affairs of the world!

Xixi Muli suddenly said, "Why was I so obsessed back then that I had to go into Black Dragon City alone?"

"If I don't get off the boat, Marquis Wuying might not dare to take any action."

Sun Yanwan said, "Lao Xi, don't think too much. As a human being, you should look forward."

Xiximuli sighed to the sky. If he didn't look forward now, could he look back?
Sun Yanwan asked with great interest, "How do you say to be possessed by a ghost and look forward to the future in Boshi's words?"

Xixi Muli took great pains to translate these two sentences. Sun Yanwan smelled the other Boshi language again. During this period, he and Xixi Muli had been traveling together. Since he had nothing to do, he might as well learn something. Sun Yanwan learned a lot of Boshi language from Xixi Muli.

Of course, the main purpose is to facilitate reading the Golden Book of the Sun.

Xiximuli never thought of giving this precious scroll, which he had painstakingly collected from the major temples of Boshi, to a person from Dalang, and of course he did not do any translation.

Although Sun Yanwan had asked Xiximuli about the words in the Golden Book of the Sun and secretly recorded them and made a translated version, he always felt that Xiximuli's hasty translation might not be accurate and elegant, so he wanted to learn Bo Shiyu himself, and he made rapid progress along the way.

After all, he was admitted to a good university and was a successful candidate. He was quite talented in language learning.

The leader of the caravan was a middle-aged man with a scar on his face. He had a son and a daughter. His son helped him with his work, while his daughter was just out having fun. This girl from the grassland, named Ling Ya, often came to chat with the two strangers and was particularly interested in Sun Yanwan.

Sun Yanwan, on the other hand, ignored the girl from the grassland.

Xixi Mulli was exhausted by Sun Yanwan's trick and just wanted to get to the battlefield as soon as possible. In case it was still in time, he could spread the news that Wuying Hou had defected to Beiyan and recoup his investment.

Sun Yanwan cheered up a little, and suddenly heard someone reciting a poem in front of the team. After hearing a sentence, he felt a little embarrassed and said to Xixi Muli, "I wrote this poem."

Xiximuli squinted his eyes, full of disdain, and thought to himself, "I will never trust him again."

Ling Ya suddenly galloped over and said excitedly, "Did you hear someone reciting poetry?"

Sun Yanwan nodded and said, "It's so loud, how could we not hear it?"

Ling Ya said, "This poem is said to have been written by the youngest number one scholar in the imperial examination in Dalang. It tells the story of two young people deeply in love..."

Xixi Muli's eyes were filled with a bit more contempt, and he said, "The poem of the youngest champion in Dalang."

"Are you the youngest number one scholar?"

Sun Yanwan never told Xixi Mulli about his identity. Xixi Mulli only thought that he was the lord of Heijiao City, just like his own Boshi Kingdom. Some people would call him by the name of his city. He never thought that Sun Yanwan had other identities.

Sun Yanwan chuckled. It was hard to explain, but there was no need to explain. It wasn't a big deal anyway. He laughed and said, "Who's reciting the poem up ahead?"

Ling Ya said, "They should be disciples of the Great Snow Mountain. The Great Snow Mountain is nearby. They are all descendants of the hermit Baoyin Fanzhe."

Sun Yanwan immediately became alert. Many people in their Songyang Sect were familiar with the people from the Great Snow Mountain, especially him and his seventh uncle. They had both done the same thing, stealing the fans from the Great Snow Mountain lineage.

Sun Yanwan thought to herself, "As long as I don't run into Fannajiaer, no one will be able to recognize me."

"As long as I don't use the Ice Silkworm Treasure Fan, I shouldn't provoke the Treasure Sound Brahma."

"Ordinary disciples of the Great Snow Mountain have never seen me, so there is no need to worry."

Then Sun Yanwan heard a young man's voice calling out, "Ling Ya, this is the poem I just learned. Does it sound good?"

Ling Ya spurred her horse and rushed over, shouting, "I've heard about it a long time ago."

A young man appeared leisurely. He had two hooks on his back and a yellow ribbon on his forehead. He looked quite handsome.

Sun Yanwan breathed a sigh of relief. He didn't know the other person. It was obvious that this disciple of the Great Snow Mountain lineage was not a human Sun Yanwan. He was an admirer of Ling Ya and had waited in front to recite poems just to please Ling Ya.

Ling Ya didn't buy it, but still talked and laughed with him.

Xiximuli suddenly said, "This girl is very good. She can be sold for at least three hundred zhu in Boshi Country!"

"Converted into your Dalang country's money, it would be about 700 strings of cash."

Sun Yanwan was quite speechless. Human trafficking was a common practice in the Boshi Kingdom. When Xixi Mulli met him, he had threatened that if the Black Dragon City refused to surrender, after the city was captured, he would sell all the people to the Black Continent and make them slaves for the people with long hair.

As a modern man, he can hardly accept this kind of thing.

But he also knew that Xiximuli was not trying to buy or sell girls from the grassland. He was just using a popular metaphor from the Boshi Kingdom to praise the girls' beauty.

For the business-savvy Bo Shi people, a woman's beauty can be directly converted into money. Praising a woman's worth is not an offense in Bo Shi country, but a heartfelt statement.

Sun Yanwan didn't respond, but the young man with the double hooks on his back heard this and immediately became furious. He shouted, "You two actually want to kidnap Ling Ya?"

On the prairie, trafficking in women and children is a serious crime, and this situation only occurs when a tribe loses a war.

Sun Yanwan wanted to explain, but it was too late. The double hooks on the young man's back were unsheathed and transformed into a net of light that covered the sky and enveloped the two of them.

Xixi Muli was surprised and said, "I already lowered my voice. There are very few people who practice the Bat Ear Hidden Vein. How could he hear it?"

Sun Yanwan sighed without explaining. The martial arts masters of Dalang, Beiyan and Nanxia, ​​even if they did not practice the hidden pulse listening, could still have sharp ears and eyes as long as they possessed internal strength, but their hearing and eyesight were not as sharp as those of the hidden pulse listening.

In the country of Boshi, the hidden vein of the earth's hearing is called bat ear. There is no such animal as bat in Dalang. There is an animal called red bat in the country of Boshi, which is very similar to the bats on Earth and has extremely sensitive ears. Therefore, this hidden vein is named after it in the country of Boshi.

(End of this chapter)