The deflated cultivator refused to give up and vowed to turn the tables.

“I used to not encounter enemies every day. In my experience, I would at least travel for two or three days before encountering them. It must be because of you that things sped up,” Su Zinong blamed.

"At this critical juncture, you still have the mind to joke around!" Young Master Mo was extremely worried.

"It's precisely at critical moments like these that we need to joke around and relax," Su Zinong said calmly.

"What do we do now?" Young Master Mo asked.

"There are two of us and eight enemy soldiers, so of course we have to run!" After saying that, Su Zinong pulled Young Master Mo south.

Young Master Mo's movement skills were not bad, on par with Su Zinong, and they were both at the peak of the four-star level.

The enemies behind them were in hot pursuit, some fast and some slow. The fastest one was already fifty feet behind, and his cultivation level was actually at the mid-stage of the fifth star.

This kind of enemy is unbeatable. If it were only a five-star early stage enemy, it might be able to put up a fight, but in the end, it would still be unbeatable because the opponent is not only a small realm higher, but also a different star level.

"Why are you holding my hand!" Young Master Mo tried to shake it off.

"I'm afraid you'll fall behind and get caught up!" Su Zinong explained.

"My movement skills are clearly much better than yours." Young Master Mo's bluntness was too hurtful.

"Then run faster and pull me along, I'm afraid of falling behind and being caught up!" Su Zinong said calmly.

The two men were too exhausted to speak, and the enemy closed in by twenty paces. Su Mo and his companion dared not speak again, focusing all their attention on using their movement techniques.

Fortunately, after running for two miles they came to a large river, and a ferry was leaving. The two jumped onto the ferry and headed to the other side of the river.

By the time the enemy reached the riverbank, the boat had already gone far away, and the man in white could not catch up.

After crossing the river, Su Zinong picked up the boatman and ran for two miles, then gave him a silver ingot and released him.

Su Zinong and his companion turned west, fortunately the enemy did not pursue them.

"Is your life this exciting and wonderful every day?" Young Master Mo asked curiously.

"More or less." Su Zinong nodded in confirmation. "If you're scared, you'd better leave now."

“Of course I’m afraid,” Young Master Mo said, “but I’m even more afraid that the cold poison will flare up and I’ll die.”

"Don't be too relaxed, those people will catch up soon," Su Zinong said confidently.

"No way! That river is very fast and wide. It would take them half an hour to wait for the boatman to return. We've already traveled more than ten miles. Besides, we've been winding our way around. How could they possibly catch up with us? I don't believe it!" Young Master Mo was skeptical.

“You don’t believe me? Then let’s make a bet. If they catch up with us in one day, you lose; if they don’t, I lose,” Su Zinong proposed.

"Alright! What's the stake?" Young Master Mo asked with great interest.

"The loser should rub the winner's back!" Su Zinong suggested.

"No, why do you think about taking a bath in a hot spring all the time? Don't you have anything else?" Young Master Mo asked, puzzled.

Su Zinong thought about it and realized that he was probably too deeply influenced by Huang Chenghe.

"Isn't this supposed to be fun and relaxing? Do you think the loser has to run naked through the capital? Then you name a bet!" Su Zinong passed the buck back to the other party.

"Streaking? That's a huge bet! Let me think." Young Master Mo thought for a moment and said, "How about this, the loser draws a turtle on their face and walks around the city, how about that?"

“Okay.” Su Zinong nodded happily.

Since no one recognizes me when I'm wearing a mask, I don't need to be afraid to draw a turtle, or even a pig.

In less than a day, by evening the enemy had caught up.

Su Zinong grabbed Young Master Mo and ran off, weaving through the streets for a full half hour before shaking him off and entering a spice shop.

"Give me a bag of spices, the stronger and more distinctive the aroma, the better," Su Zinong said to the shopkeeper.

Later, the spice shop gave him half a pound each of the three most potent spices in the shop, mixed them together, and put them into a large spice bag. Su Zinong pinned it to his waist, which was quite strange.

Walking down the street, people cast strange glances at Su Zinong. Even Young Master Mo next to him had to cover his nose and sometimes his face, looking a little embarrassed.

"What are you doing? It smells pungent!" Young Master Mo waved his hand in front of his nose.

"To repel mosquitoes," Su Zinong said with a relaxed smile. "Oh right, let's go buy some paint too."

"Why buy paint?" Young Master Mo asked, puzzled.

"I'll draw a turtle on your face, and if you lose the bet, don't pretend you forgot!" Su Zinong laughed heartily.

Of course, it should be the disposable kind of paint, which means it can be washed off with water.

Su Zinong's painting skills are quite good; the turtle he painted is so lifelike that it seems to be crawling back and forth on Young Master Mo's face.

However, this completely obscured Young Master Mo's original face. People on the street couldn't see his features clearly or recognize him, and even those who knew him before might not recognize him now.

Instead, passersby cast surprised glances at Su Zinong, who was standing next to Young Master Mo, making him even more embarrassed.

"Next time we need to change the bet!" Su Zinong quickly suggested.

“Alright, what shall we bet on?” Young Master Mo seemed fearless.

“I suggested a bet of rubbing backs, but you disagreed. So let’s bet on washing socks. The loser has to wash the winner’s socks.” Su Zinong chuckled to himself.

“Alright, shall we bet on whether they can catch up within two days? This time I’m betting they can catch up within two days.” Young Master Mo made the first choice.

“Okay, but why do you think they will catch up within two days?” Su Zinong asked curiously.

“Because of the lesson learned last time,” Young Master Mo said smugly, as if he had discovered a new pattern.

They traveled westward with the spices for two days without any enemies catching up, but on the morning of the third day, they discovered a man in white behind them.

Su Zinong discovered that the enemy was following far behind, so he quickly pulled Mo Gongzi along and moved forward at full speed. After walking for half an hour, they arrived at a small town and headed towards the most populated area, finally shaking off the enemy.

"Well? You guessed wrong again!" Su Zinong said excitedly.

“This round doesn’t count, let’s guess again,” Young Master Mo denied.

“How can a real man not have his own word?” Su Zinong naturally disagreed.

night.

"Your socks smell awful. How many years has it been since you washed them?" Young Master Mo frowned and stretched out his hand, placing the socks as far away as the horizon.

"Not long, only two days! Everyone else changes their clothes every four or five days, I'm considered to be quite diligent with my changes." Su Zinong, a habitually clean person, was very pleased, with a sense of victory. "So? Shall we make another bet?"

"Of course! Don't think that I'll be afraid of you! Victory and defeat are common occurrences in war! I still bet they can catch up with us within two days!" Young Master Mo shouted while rubbing his socks, as if shouting louder would increase his chances of winning.

“You’ve already chosen all the good ones, so I can only choose another one.” Su Zinong shook his head helplessly, pretending to feel cheated, but he was secretly pleased.

The next morning, the two quietly left the inn. Su Zinong walked to a carriage and looked left and right, not knowing what he was doing.

"Let's go," Young Master Mo urged. "Don't linger by that carriage. Is there a pretty girl there?"

"How would you know if it exists if you don't see it!" Su Zinong said with a smile.

"Men just love looking at pretty girls!" Young Master Mo said.

"Don't you like watching it? Aren't you a man too?" Su Zinong retorted.

“I’m different,” Young Master Mo said, shaking his head. “At least I don’t look around indiscriminately.”

"What's wrong with looking around indiscriminately? Actually, it's the same for women. I heard that in Menglong City, there was a Miss Mo who actually forced five handsome young men to drink with her in broad daylight on the street." Su Zinong said indignantly.

"Oh, you've heard of that? I know, I was the one who subdued that Miss Mo and personally delivered her to the yamen," Young Master Mo said proudly.

Su Zinong pressed his advantage, asking, "Is Miss Mo one of the Four Extraordinary Women, Mo Mo? Do you know Mo Mo...?"