Immortal Cultivation Simulation, I'm Not a Bad Woman

"Didn't you just get taken back by old man Wang Yan? How did you sneak out again? Did your family let you go?"

Xu Xianxian's eyes dimmed slightly.

But she adjusted her mood in an instant and said with a smile:

"I just missed you. Thanks to you writing two poems for the tabloids, you became a little famous. Someone in the underworld is keeping an eye on you, so I was able to find you so easily."

Lu Zhiqiu laughed and shook his head.

Suddenly, she walked up to Xu Xianxian, hugged her, and rubbed her cheek hard.

Xu Xianxian's face immediately turned red, and hesitantly asked:

"What...what's wrong? Why are you acting weird all of a sudden?"

Lu Zhiqiu looked at her and said seriously:

"Just like you, it's been so long since we last met. I miss you too."

Xu Xianxian turned away, her heart pounding as she thought to herself:

Could it be that this blockhead is finally coming to his senses?

Lu Zhiqiu let go of Xu Xianxian, touched his nose, and asked again:

"How long do you plan to stay this time?"

Xu Xianxian did not answer directly.

Instead, he took out an invitation from his pocket, handed it to Lu Zhiqiu, and said proudly:

"This time, I'm inviting you to visit the capital."

"It just so happens that there's a Central Plains poetry gathering in the capital, and you're among the invited guests. I'll volunteer to be the messenger."

Lu Zhiqiu took the invitation, unfolded it, and read it carefully.

It was indeed an invitation to the Central Plains Poetry Society.

only……

"But I remember the Central Plains Poetry Festival was held every ten years. Why is it being held after only three years this time?"

Lu Zhiqiu asked in confusion.

Xu Xianxian's heart tightened, and he coughed twice and said:

"Oh, why bother with that? They're hosting it, so we should just go and participate."

"If you win the title of the best poet and become famous throughout the world, you will be a guest of honor no matter which academy you attend in the future."

"Even many big families would hire you as a private school teacher."

Lu Zhiqiu smiled and nodded, then put the letter away.

She had originally planned to go to the capital to find Xu Xianxian.

Now that the other party came directly to her, it was a pleasant surprise.

Counting it up, it’s October now.

There are still five months until Xu Xianxian’s sixteenth birthday.

It might be a good idea to go to the capital to see what the situation is like.

……

on the official road.

Two horses were walking unsteadily, carrying two pretty girls.

It was Lu Zhiqiu and Xu Xianxian.

At this time, almost two months had passed since they set out from Tianshan.

The poetry reading is scheduled for New Year's Eve.

Therefore, the two of them were not in a hurry and walked slowly along the way, enjoying the mountains and rivers.

But now, we are finally approaching the capital.

Lu Zhiqiu stretched himself, pointed to the village in front of him with smoke rising from the chimneys, and said softly:

"Shall we stay in the village tonight?"

"I think we can reach the capital in four or five days."

Xu Xianxian naturally would not refuse.

Walk to the entrance of the village.

The two men dismounted and led the horses into the village.

When the villagers saw the two men, they were like seeing a scary evil ghost. They dropped the firewood and buckets in their hands, ran into the house, and closed the door tightly.

Lu Zhiqiu looked at the mess on the ground, feeling a little confused.

"Are all the people living near the capital so shy?"

"We don't look that fierce, do we?"

Xu Xianxian didn’t quite understand either.

She grew up in the capital and had visited nearby mountains and rivers when she was a child. The villagers she met were all very warm and hospitable.

Shaking his head, Lu Zhiqiu quickly walked to the door of a nearby wooden house, knocked on the door and said loudly:

"My fellow countryman, we are just two weak women on the road, hoping to stay here for one night. We are not bandits."

No one in the room answered.

The two men had no choice but to mount their horses again and walk a few more miles.

But it was dark by the time they reached the village, and they had visited three villages.

It's the same reaction.

When they saw them, they scattered and ran away as if they had seen a ghost.

"Girls, there's no need to ask any more questions. The villagers here are most afraid of visitors from afar like you. They don't dare to interact with you at all."

A middle-aged woman in her thirties or forties walked out of the village at night.

Xu Xianxian was surprised:

"Then why aren't you afraid of us?"

The middle-aged woman smiled and said:

"Because I wasn't born and raised in this village, I have some skills."

"It's just that I was in trouble three years ago. I dragged my seriously injured body here. I was rescued by the villagers and stayed here."

"After all, although my life is saved, my path to cultivation is cut off, and I don't want to get involved in the disputes of the martial arts world anymore. It would be better for me to spend the rest of my life in this beautiful place with clear water and mountains."

Lu Zhiqiu looked at the woman a few times.

He is a second-rate martial artist, but if he were to be placed outside, he would indeed be a minor master.

But just as she said, this person's Dantian was damaged and there was no possibility of making any further progress.

"You two, please come into the little house and talk in detail. It's dark and windy outside."

December is the coldest month of the year.

Lu Zhiqiu and Xu Xianxian rubbed their hands and followed the middle-aged woman to a wooden house.

The middle-aged woman poured tea for the two of them and said with a smile:

"You two look like you're from a wealthy family. Don't mind the local coarse tea."

"Oh, by the way, let me introduce myself. My name is Wang Ying, you can call me Aunt Wang. As for my previous sect... let's not talk about it. Now I'm just an ordinary villager."

Lu Zhiqiu shook his head, took a sip of tea, and said softly:

"My name is Lu Zhiqiu, and she is Xu Xianxian."

"Auntie Wang, why are these villagers so shy? Have they suffered a setback recently?"

Aunt Wang sighed and said:

"Miss Lu guessed right."

"In the past six months alone, the nearby village has encountered eight groups of robbers. I fought off the first two, but the subsequent groups have learned their lesson. Some disguised themselves as seriously injured travelers, while others claimed they were selling themselves to bury their fathers... In short, their methods are endless, and sometimes even I can't tell them apart."

"So it's not surprising that people instinctively fear and resist strangers who have just arrived."

Lu Zhiqiu smiled and said:

"Then Aunt Wang, if you can accept us, aren't you afraid that we are also robbers?"

Aunt Wang laughed and said:

"I will always follow you."

Lu Zhiqiu shrugged, but didn't mind.

Xu Xianxian, who was standing by, seemed a little angry when she heard this.

But she wasn't angry at Aunt Wang, but at the government's inaction. She slammed the table and said angrily:

"Doesn't the government care about this kind of thing?"

Aunt Wang sighed and said:

"The government has the will, but it doesn't have the power."

"When the current emperor first took office, he worked diligently to govern the country, and the people of the Great Yan Dynasty lived in harmony and prosperity."

"But I don't know what's gone wrong with him these past ten years. He's been sleeping in the palace all day, paying no attention to state affairs. The entire dynasty is like a wild horse running wildly towards a cliff."

"The threat of the northern wolves on the border alone is enough to worry about. How can I afford to care about these common people?"

When Xu Xianxian heard this, she wilted like an eggplant hit by frost.

Because she knew that what the other party said was true.

She held the teacup, her cheeks puffed up, wanting to say something but unable to utter a word.

I could only stare blankly at the undulating tea stems inside.

Chapter 43: Night Raid

midnight.

Lu Zhiqiu and Xu Xianxian were squeezed into a bed on the second floor, sleeping soundly.

Suddenly, the sound of horse hooves was heard faintly, and both of them woke up at the same time.

Look toward the window.

On the paper-pasted window, there was a constant flicker of fire, sometimes bright and sometimes dim.

The two of them approached the window and quietly opened a gap.

outside the window.

Dozens of torches were held high, lighting up the main road of the village. The two leaders were riding horses and stopped in front of Aunt Wang's house.

There were many villagers, like Xu Xianxian, who were also leaning against the windows and quietly watching the people on the street.

There was fear in his eyes.

"Come out here, you bitch surnamed Wang! I haven't even avenged you from last time. Today, I'll show you that the weapons of Yunshan Village are no pushovers."

The man in the lead had a full beard, was holding a gun, and spoke coldly.

The door opened.