Sword Roaring in the Sky

Chapter 96: The Hero Sells His Horse, and the Senior Brother Converts to Buddhism (Second Update, Seeking Monthly Tickets)

After Sun Yanwan traveled through time, whether he was working as a waiter in a big store in the north or learning martial arts in Taiyi Temple, these two places were considered "countryside" in the real sense, and they were very remote ones.

Even if I returned to the Songyang Sect, it wouldn't be much better. The Songyang Sect occupied the entire Songyang Mountain, and there were Taoist temples on every peak, big or small. It was quite grand, but if I wanted to go out for shopping, even if I had the skills of lightness training, it would take me half a day to walk.

After finally arriving at the bustling place, I was indeed dazzled by the sights and unknowingly wasted a lot of time.

Sun Yanwan thought to himself, "Just buy a horse!"

"We are just hurrying along, so we don't need a good horse."

"Besides, even if I buy a good horse, I may not have the chance to ride it in the future."

"Besides, I have a black rabbit over at Songyang Mountain."

He had made up his mind and was about to find the largest stable to buy a healthy horse when he heard someone shouting, "Your horse is almost dead, and you're still selling it? Isn't that a scam?"

"At most, seven or eight strings of cash. I can buy some meat to eat."

"Even a good horse is worth only fifty or seventy strings of cash. How can your consumptive horse be worth two hundred strings of cash?"

He looked in the direction of the voice and saw a tall, skinny man with a sallow complexion, leading an extremely tall but also skinny yellow horse. He had a bitter look on his face and was shouting in a low voice.

This big man was extremely tall and thin, estimated to be nearly 1.9 meters tall, with thick bones and a thin body. Standing in the crowd, he was like a crane standing out among chickens. This was the second time Sun Yanwan had seen such a tall person since he traveled through time, except for his own teacher.

The man ignored the others who were shouting, and just lowered his head, looking a little embarrassed.

Sun Yanwan watched for a while, and suddenly an idea came to his mind. He thought, "If it is a low-quality horse, why would so many horse dealers surround it?

He had just walked around for a long time and didn't buy a horse, but he did recognize the faces of the people in the various horse inns. Most of the people surrounding this man were horse inn clerks. They were secretly winking at each other, just taking advantage of the fact that the big man didn't know their identities, so they cooperated with each other and created an atmosphere of unanimity.

Sun Yanwan walked over and asked, "How much is this horse?"

The man whispered, "Two hundred strings of cash?"

Sun Yanwan glanced at the horse and saw an old saddle and reins on it. She asked, "Should the saddle and reins be sold separately, or should they be included in the price?"

The man showed a slight smile of joy and whispered, "The saddle and reins are free of charge. I will give them to you as a gift."

Someone among the onlookers shouted, "Don't be fooled, this horse is worthless."

Immediately, seven or eight people echoed and advised Sun Yanwan not to buy the horse.

Sun Yanwan ignored the horse dealers and took out two hundred strings of banknotes, handed them to the yellow-faced man, and said, "Let's go to the market and find someone to write a document."

The yellow-faced man was overjoyed. He took the flying money and went to the horse market with Sun Yanwan to find the document. They quickly signed the sales contract. Along the way, people kept following them and making noise, but Sun Yanwan just ignored them and the man pretended not to see them. After the document was signed, the group dispersed with a look of disappointment on their faces.

Sun Yanwan collected the documents and strapped the three swords he was carrying to the horse's back. Just as he was about to buy some fodder and beans to feed the horse, he heard the yellow-faced man whisper, "Qin Cheng is now in dire straits and has no choice but to sell his mount. Thank you, young master, for your generosity. I hope you will treat the horse well in the future."

"It just follows me and has suffered a lot. As long as it is well cared for, it will still be a good horse."

Seeing that he was reluctant to part with the horse, Sun Yanwan smiled and said, "I bought this horse just to travel. If you are reluctant to part with it, you can come back when you have money..."

"Songyang Taiyi Temple, buy this horse back at the original price."

The yellow-faced man was slightly stunned, then lowered his voice and said, "Young master, please don't be so loud. You know that you just violated a taboo." Sun Yanwan was confused and asked, "What is a taboo?"

The yellow-faced man gave Sun Yanwan a subtle look. Not fearing any trickery, he followed her out of the horse market. When they reached a deserted area, the man whispered, "The ancestor of the Dalang royal family once issued a decree prohibiting anyone from the Songyang sect from entering Luojing."

"This is a secret known to everyone in the martial arts world. Since you are from Songyang Mountain, how could you not know this secret?"

Sun Yanwan was shocked and thought to herself, "No one has ever told me this!"

"No, isn't the eldest brother also from the Songyang Sect?"

"Oh oh oh! I see. The eldest brother is from Taiyi Temple."

"Is this the reason why Master and the Headmaster had a falling out?"

"We in the Songyang Sect secretly raised our eldest brother and his mother in Songyang Mountain, and now we're sending them here, making it all so mysterious..."

"Fuck, I think I discovered a big conspiracy!"

"Forget it, it's too much of a hassle."

"I have this brain for something good."

"Why worry about these things that are out of reach?"

"Even if my eldest brother is from the royal family and is involved in some palace struggle, it's not something a sixth-rank martial arts rookie like me can help with."

"It's better to go back to Taiyi Temple and learn more from the master."

Sun Yanwan had forgotten where his master's Taiyi Temple was located, so he reported the address of Taiyi Temple on Songyang Mountain. He knew he could always find him anyway. However, Taiyi Temple on Lingjian Peak had recently changed its name, and not many people knew about it. The yellow-faced man had never heard of it and thought Sun Yanwan was just an ordinary Songyang disciple. He kindly reminded him, and seeing that he seemed lost in thought, he comforted him, "Young master, don't worry. Although the ancestor of the Dalang royal family has spoken, as long as you keep quiet, no one will know who you are."

He even made a joke: "He's not the fourth prince of the dynasty. In order to return to the capital, he had to change his sect and call himself a disciple of Taiyi Temple."

Sun Yanwan finally got the exact information from his senior brother. He felt a mixture of emotions, but in the end, he could only say, "Thank you very much, brother. I will definitely take good care of this horse. I also hope that you can free the trapped dragon and redeem the mount as soon as possible."

The yellow-faced man sighed, and a look of worry appeared on his face again, but he did not explain. He just waved goodbye to Sun Yanwan and left.

This yellow horse was also quite intelligent, and seemed to know that Sun Yanwan had made a deal with his master. Although it kept wailing and digging around with its hooves, it followed Sun Yanwan obediently and did not move.

Seeing that it was getting really late, Sun Yanwan knew that he could not leave the city, so he found an inn nearby and settled down there for the time being.

He was quite fond of this new horse and personally supervised the servants to prepare hay and beans for the yellow horse.

The yellow horse must have been really hungry, as it ate voraciously. However, when the servant prepared some water for it, it kept sneezing and refused to drink.

Sun Yanwan tried to comfort him with some gentle words, but the yellow horse actually came over and rubbed against him, as if trying to act like a spoiled child. Suddenly, an idea flashed in his mind, and he shouted, "Hey, get a jar of strong liquor."

"Don't worry about drinking it or not, let's try it first."

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(End of this chapter)