Although he was thinking about how to explain the addition of another woman to the three women, Yang Xuan couldn't help but miss Ren Tingting. It seemed that after this matter was settled, he needed to take care of Ren Tingting's affairs, which could also be considered as giving her an explanation. Fortunately, he had the ability to control time.
Wait a minute, how could Duan Yu be here? After Jiumozhi was defeated by Yang Xuan, he must have returned to his hometown. If Duan Yu wasn't kidnapped, he wouldn't have come to Suzhou, and he wouldn't have met Wang Yuyan. How did this kid get here? Could it be a plot modification ability? Yang Xuan looked up at the sky, as if trying to see through it. The unknown was the most terrifying.
Yang Xuan understood that his current abilities had no qualification to confront the rules. However, he found Wang Yuyan exceptionally beautiful, to the point that he couldn't help but look at her for a while. Fortunately, Yang Xuan had some resistance to beautiful women, coming from the modern world.
A Bi brought Yang Xuan back to the departure pier. "Phew, that disaster has finally left," A Bi breathed a sigh of relief.
"Little girl, I appreciate your cooperation. How about this, A Bi, I've never been one to owe people favors. I'll give you a little gift." As Yang Xuan spoke, he placed his hand on A Bi's shoulder and slowly transferred life energy he had absorbed from the North Ming Divine Art into her body.
A Bi, who had just wanted to ask Yang Xuan what he was doing, suddenly felt a refreshing sensation, like floating on clouds. The words she wanted to say disappeared from her mind.
"Little girl, you lead the way, I'll give you a reward. We don't owe each other anything, and from now on, you'll live a long and healthy life without illness," Yang Xuan walked away without looking back.
A Bi stared in a daze, feeling an unusual vitality in her body, and after a while, she muttered, "He's not as bad as I imagined."
"Oh no, where's my horse?" Yang Xuan suddenly realized, slapping his forehead. He had been so excited when he saw A Bi that he had forgotten all about his horse, not even tying it up.
"Excuse me, sir, were you looking for a black horse just now?" an old man asked.
"Yes, that's my horse," Yang Xuan replied.
"When someone was moving goods just now, the horse got scared. Fortunately, the owner of Songhe Building in the city is somewhat skilled in horsemanship. After he calmed the horse, he brought it inside Songhe Building. You can go and retrieve it from there," the old man said.
"Oh, I see. No one got hurt on your side, did they?" Yang Xuan asked.
"There was a child who got kicked by the horse, but luckily, there were no serious injuries. The child's mother has taken him back home to recuperate," the old man replied. These days, the world was not very peaceful, and people who had horses usually had some status. They were most afraid of provoking unknown and unpredictable martial arts experts. If they angered a martial artist, they might not even know how they died.
After some thought, Yang Xuan took out a large silver coin and said, "Here, please take this silver to the child's family. Tell them I'm very sorry for the injury."
The old man looked at the large silver coin in his hand and muttered to himself, "The child is saved." It turned out that the child had indeed been injured by the horse's kick. Because their family was poor, they couldn't afford to hire a doctor, so they hadn't told Yang Xuan the truth. They were afraid of angering the martial artists who could come and go without a trace. This world was truly cruel.
Songhe Building.
Yang Xuan looked at the sign of the building and it seemed strangely familiar. Could it be a national chain? Yang Xuan walked inside, lost in thought.
"Is the innkeeper here? I've come to pick up my horse," Yang Xuan said.
"Ah, the guest's horse is in the backyard," the waiter replied.
Yang Xuan finally found his horse in the backyard. "Is the innkeeper here? I'd like to thank him. I almost forgot about my horse because of an emergency."
"The guest is not to blame, and your horse is already waiting in the backyard," the innkeeper said.
"There's no hurry now. I'll leave the horse here for the time being. Since I'm already at Songhe Building, I'm quite hungry. I'll have a meal," Yang Xuan said.
"In that case, please go upstairs, there are fewer people there," the innkeeper suggested.
Yang Xuan went upstairs and found a table by the window. The waiter had already prepared a pot of wine.
Yang Xuan looked at the wine pot, which he was curious about in the past, but now he had little interest in Song Dynasty wine because it was not much different from modern wine. Yang Xuan still preferred beer. He took out a dozen bottles of beer from his storage space, opened one with a "pop," and downed a big bottle in one go.
With a "belch," he let out a loud burp. Huh? It was faster now, and he saw the dishes being served one by one.
Eating natural food and drinking beer chilled with internal energy, he felt so comfortable. Just as Yang Xuan was about to raise his head, he happened to see someone looking at him curiously. It was none other than the leader of the Beggars' Sect, Qiao Feng.
"Brother, are you Qiao Feng?" Yang Xuan said, looking at the man at the nearby table.
"Yes, I am," Qiao Feng replied.
"Waiter, all the bills for this friend are on my tab," Yang Xuan generously said.
At this point, Yang Xuan had already obtained the North Ming Divine Art and the Six-Meridian Divine Sword. All that was left were the Yi Jin Jing from Shaolin and the 18 Dragon-Subduing Palms from the Beggars' Sect. These were the world's foremost martial arts techniques, and there might be a chance to acquire them.
"I've heard about South Murong and North Qiao Feng, two of the most outstanding martial artists among the younger generation. Brother Qiao Feng, you are indeed a great hero. If you don't mind, why don't we share a table?" Yang Xuan suggested. After Qiao Feng agreed, Yang Xuan moved his table next to his. Unfortunately, his table was full of food.
"Brother, your drink earlier looked quite strange. Is it wine?" Qiao Feng inquired.
"Haha, it's beer that I brew myself. Here, Brother Qiao, would you like to have some?" Yang Xuan pretended to take a bottle out of his bag.
"Generous! Although the alcohol content isn't high, the taste is refreshing and it has a unique flavor," Qiao Feng commented with a laugh. "Brother, would you like some sorghum wine?"
"Brother Qiao, you might not know, but when I was younger, I was quite fond of strong liquor. However, I drank too much and ended up unconscious. After calling for a doctor, I was told that from then on, the smell of strong liquor would make me feel uncomfortable, and it's not because I want to reject Brother Qiao's hospitality," Yang Xuan explained honestly.
Qiao Feng waved his hand and said, "Ah, there's no need to say more. I understand. Since Brother is willing to be open about it, I won't press the matter. Today, meeting Brother is truly a pleasant experience. Let's enjoy our beer together."
"Great, that's wonderful!" Yang Xuan responded.
Qiao Feng proved to be considerate, a good person, and someone who deserved Yang Xuan's help. Yang Xuan had always wanted to make up for some of the regrets in the world of martial arts since his first time entering the world of movies.
