The delicate boy I picked up after traveling through the book is a big devil

Qingxi shook her head, a look of panic on her face.

While Song Yu was still trying to think of a solution, Su He spoke up, "We'll give you one hour to learn how to ride a horse. If you can't, there's no need for you to follow us anymore."

When Qingxi heard this, her face changed instantly, but she still gritted her teeth and accepted it.

Song Yu whispered in Su He's ear, "One hour, isn't that too harsh?"

However, Song Yu underestimated Qingxi. Su He gave him an hour, but he only took half an hour.

The horse was in perfect control in his hands.

"Okay, let's go." Su He said when he saw this.

Song Yu climbed onto his horse and couldn't help but sigh, "Does he have some special talent?"

Su He did not answer, but raised his whip and the horse's hooves splashed.

Qingxi followed behind them.

After running for a whole day, they arrived at Hongmei Town as the sun was setting.

The town is not very prosperous, but there are merchants coming and going.

When they arrived at the town entrance, the three of them dismounted, and Qingxi very tactfully took the reins from Suhe's hand.

Su He didn't hesitate to throw the reins to him, then took Song Yu's hand and walked into the town.

As the sun sets, tourists return home and vendors pack up their things.

Because they had to travel further tomorrow, they stayed at an inn near the town entrance.

Two rooms were booked, Song Yu lived in one alone, and Su He and Qing Xi lived in another.

The shopkeeper was very easy to talk to. Seeing that they were from out of town, he recommended the town's specialties to them. Unfortunately, the three of them were not here for tourism.

After getting the key, the three of them went upstairs to put their luggage, and then came downstairs to eat.

After ordering some simple food and sitting down, another group of people came in from outside. They were all strong and powerful, holding long swords. Judging from their attire, they seemed to be swordsmen from some sect.

Song Yu glanced at the few people and sighed in his heart, this is indeed a world of martial arts, with heroes everywhere.

But this had nothing to do with her. When she looked away, she saw Qingxi standing beside her.

"Why don't you sit down?" Song Yu asked in confusion.

Qingxi stood with his hands down, a look of respect on his face: "I will serve you, young lady, sir."

"Stop, we don't need servants, just sit down." Song Yu pointed to the room opposite him.

Qingxi was still hesitant, and Song Yu said, "If you don't want to sit, you don't have to follow us tomorrow."

"Sit down, I'll sit down." Qingxi sat down quickly with a reserved attitude.

Seeing him like this, Song Yu wanted to laugh. She was the only daughter in the family. She had cousins but no brothers or sisters.

I once envied my friend for having a younger brother who she could order around at will. Although he was naughty and often made his sister furious, the two siblings had a good relationship despite their quarrels.

Although he was envious, Song Yu had never thought of asking his mother to have a second child.

Both emotionally and from the perspective of the mother's physical health.

Now looking at Qingxi, who is dark, thin, and cautious, the image of my classmate's younger brother suddenly pops up in my mind.

"Brother, do you think that devil is really not dead?" A conversation came from the side.

Song Yu looked over and saw the group of people who had just walked in. They sat down at the table next to him.

Each of their swords was placed on the table, and the man who asked this question was sitting with his back to Song Yu.

There were five of them in total, one of them occupied a table, and one was talking to the shopkeeper at the counter.

"I don't know. There are rumors here and there, some true and some false." said the man sitting opposite the man asking the question.

"I feel it's true. I heard that the leader of the Suzaku Sect was killed, and it was him who did it himself."

When Song Yu heard the familiar name, he couldn't help but pay more attention.

"Now, the Suzaku Sect is led by a woman. They have declared their complete separation from the Demon Cult. They are no longer afraid that the Demon Cult will return and kill them all."

"Since you've said that, do you think they can still live well if the devil is really not dead?"

"Yes," he said with a tone of sudden enlightenment, but then he asked again, "But if it wasn't the demon, who killed the leader of the Suzaku Sect and his son?"

"Who knows if it's because of long-standing internal conflicts and grievances? The Sect Master's wife, the woman who now leads the Suzaku Sect, might have been the one who did it."

"Why would she do that? She's the Sect Master's wife, second only to the emperor and above everyone else."

"You don't know this, right? That woman was snatched away by Liang Xiao. I don't know where she came from, but she made the Sect Master so infatuated with her."

"The people in the Demon Cult act recklessly. Liang Xiao is obviously not a good person, and his son is also the same."

"That woman is now free. She didn't leave and actually stayed."

"I'm afraid that after a few years of good life, all the grudges will no longer matter. I'm just afraid that I'll regret not being snatched away earlier."

Song Yu frowned slightly as he listened to the increasingly unbearable words being said next to him.

But she also got some information from those people. They left in a hurry and didn't know what happened next to Suzaku Gate.

Now it seems that the lady's life is safe.

The reason they were not held accountable afterwards was probably because of the deaths of Liang Xiao and Liang Yunsheng.

The sect leader is dead, and a new leader still needs to be chosen, which will lead to another round of internal strife.

As for that lady, no matter whether she was pushed out as a shield or to balance the forces, no matter what, she survived. Only by staying alive can there be a chance to move towards hope.

As for the devil those people mentioned at the beginning, the leader of the Qingyang Sect, he really feels familiar.

But I just couldn't remember where I had heard it before, Qingyang Sect, Demon Sect, Demon Head...

"What are you thinking about?" Su He asked.

Song Yu came back to his senses and said subconsciously: "I'm thinking about the leader of the Demon Cult."

As soon as these words were spoken, the noise around them instantly became quieter.

She didn't speak loudly, but the tables and chairs in the inn were placed close together, and guests at nearby tables could hear the conversations of the people next to them.

A powerful person is naturally not afraid of being overheard by others, but when a little girl like Song Yu says the word "demon cult", it is inevitable that people will look at her sideways.

Song Yu shrank his neck, waved his hand and said, "It's nothing, I just heard a storyteller mention it a few days ago, and I was a little curious."

After he said this, Song Yu felt that fewer eyes were looking at him.

She secretly breathed a sigh of relief and said to Su He and Qing Xi, "Let's eat and rest early tonight. We have to travel tomorrow."

After dinner, Song Yu returned to his room early. He was really tired after traveling for the past two days.

She went to bed early, so she didn't see it. After he fell asleep, Su He from next door sat on the stool in the room.

Looking at Qingxi who was practicing his skills not far away.

"Hold your breath and concentrate your mind. Let the Qi sink into the Dantian. Move it to the perineum, then ascend through the coccyx, along the Du channel in the spine, pass through the Jiaji and Yuzhen points, reach the Baihui point, then descend from the forehead, through the Yintang and Tanzhong points, and return to the Dantian.

Repeat this process three times every night." Su He said calmly.

Qingxi, who was sitting on the ground, listened and did what Suhe said.

After a small cycle, he opened his eyes, his eyes bright, looked at Su He, and said excitedly: "Thank you, sir."

Su He glanced at him and said, "From now on, swing your sword three thousand times a day."

Qingxi was startled for a moment, but then became more respectful: "Yes."