The famine-escape cub vs. the fake daughter cub

Yunli smiled and typed a few words.

It's okay for old man Wang to nag at her, but if he loses his temper and nags to outsiders, it might bring disaster to the farm.

Steward Wang lowered his head again and said, "Master, please rest assured. I know the importance of this matter and will never joke with the lives of the people in the manor."

Yunli nodded with satisfaction. "Leave this horse at the farm and prepare another horse for me. I will need it tomorrow. If there are any fresh fruits and vegetables, send them to the academy as usual."

Manager Wang agreed to all of their requests and sent her to the main courtyard. He then left someone on standby outside the courtyard and took his horse to arrange other matters.

Yunli finally put his mind at ease.

Zhuifeng is the master's most beloved flatterer. In this chaotic world, she cannot guarantee that she can protect Zhuifeng, so she should just keep it in her own farm and let it eat and drink well.

When she is out and about, it is better to choose a more ordinary horse so that she can feel more at ease.

Silent all night.

Early the next morning, Yunli set off with the food and horses prepared by the farm.

The straight-line distance to Sihai Villa is still three hundred and fifty miles.

But the road conditions in this era are completely different from those in modern times. There is no direct official road. If you take the official road, you have to take a day's detour. If you take the small road, you may encounter some monsters.

Of course, the official road is not 100% safe.

Yunli thought about it and decided to take a longer route and walk for another day.

Unlike the desolateness that Yunli had imagined, the town at the foot of Sihai Villa was not only bustling with people, but it was literally shoulder to shoulder.

People wearing various martial arts costumes walked around the street, and if they disagreed with each other, they would draw their swords.

Yunli created a new character for himself—a short and skinny Taoist priest with ordinary features who would be unrecognizable among a crowd.

Not to mention, wearing the Taoist robe she had prepared earlier, and with her undeveloped height at the age of thirteen, she played the role of the little Taoist priest very well.

"Shopkeeper, give me a bowl of rice and a plate of vegetables."

Yunli walked into a restaurant that was not full, sat in a corner, ordered a dish and a rice, counted the corresponding copper coins and gave them to the waiter, then sat there quietly, listening to the diners' conversations in the lobby.

"If you ask me, the people of Sihai Villa died so tragically, it must have been done by the Demon Sect!"

A big bearded man started talking loudly, spitting so much that the person opposite him had to wipe his face repeatedly.

"Bullshit! You push everything onto our Demon Sect. What? Are we playing with your mother or your woman?"

At this time, a young man at another table couldn't stand it anymore. He slammed the table, jumped up, pointed at the bearded man's nose and started cursing at him in a non-compulsive manner.

"Great! The people from the Demon Sect actually dare to come here and act wildly! Come on, brothers! Avenge the leader of the martial arts world!"

When the bearded man heard this, he became so excited that he jumped onto the table, pointing at the young man and shouting.

One second, two seconds, ten seconds.

The scattered chattering sounds around disappeared, and for a moment the entire restaurant became eerily quiet.

The young man couldn't help but burst out laughing, "Hahahahahaha, you are a person without even a name, yet you still want to deceive others into taking you to the top with just a few words. The Wulin leader hasn't even confirmed his death yet, and you want to be the acting leader? Where did this stray dog ​​come from? If there is no owner to take him back, I will kill him and eat his meat! "

The unlucky guy who was originally sitting opposite the bearded man and had his face sprayed with saliva, flushed red after hearing what the young man said, and could not help but slamming the table!

The whole audience's eyes were focused on him.

Everyone was waiting to see what he would do, but they heard him yell, "Are you still going to eat? You jumped onto the table and the food is all covered in your shoe dust. How can people eat it? You pay for this meal! I'm going back to my room first, hmph!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the unlucky guy took his sword and went upstairs.

It was as if everyone was expecting something good to happen, but it was abruptly interrupted.

There was booing all around, but the unlucky guy remained calm and walked quickly into the corner of the guest rooms on the second floor, and his entire figure disappeared.

The Demonic Gate!

Let him go against the Demon Sect? Are you afraid that he won't die fast enough?!

He bah!

What's wrong with being booed a few times? Is life important?

If you have the guts, those people who just want to watch the fun can do it themselves! Boo, hoo!

The young man looked at the bearded man as if he were trash. "Aren't you going to kill me? I'm sitting here, waiting to be killed by you. Why don't you come and kill me!"

The crowd watching burst into laughter again.

No one has ever heard of any master in the world with a beard, which shows that this person is not a powerful figure, he just has a not-so-powerful mouth.

Normally, if it was said in private, it would be fine if it was said without being heard by the person involved. But today, isn't this a coincidence? Who could have known that the Demon Sect would also come to stir up trouble, and just happened to sit in the same place, and a few bad words were said casually, and the Demon Sect's own demon heard it?

You have to know that the Demon Sect is famous for its tricks.

This means that this young man may not be good at martial arts, but he must be carrying some powerful hidden weapons!

The mortality rate of beards is as high as 99.9%.

"Opening, opening, those who bet on the Demon Sect to win will get 1:1, and those who bet on the Bearded Man to win will get 2:1!"

There were people everywhere who came to watch the fun. At this moment, a young man wearing a light yellow sect uniform with a field character embroidered on his chest, put one foot on a stool, held chopsticks and a basin in both hands and beat them like gongs and drums, and shouted with a nonchalant smile.

Yunli took a look and immediately understood.

During these three years, I have also gotten to know some of the larger sects.

The word "田" refers to the Qingfeng Sect in the Longnan area. The leader's surname is Tian, ​​so all his disciples were given the surname Tian, ​​and Tian is also the symbol of their sect.

This young man is probably the leader's good-for-nothing, trouble-making youngest son.

However, the Qingfeng Sect has many disciples, and their swordsmanship is also top-notch. When a group of people start fighting with swords, few people dare to argue with them.

For example, at this moment, the young man from the Demon Sect also restrained the expression on his face and became a little serious.

He should have recognized who the other person was.

If he was the biological son of the leader of the Demon Sect, he would naturally not be afraid of using his own sect to fight against the Qingfeng Sect.

But unfortunately, he is not the son of the leader of the Demon Sect, or even the son of any elder or person in charge.

So he snorted, "For Mr. Tian's sake, your head will be temporarily placed on your neck!"

As he spoke, he left the meal money on the table and rushed out.