The tea from Chu makes one's scalp feel numb.

  He is indeed a cold and handsome man who is harsh to others but even more so to himself, an emotionless swordsman with no worldly desires whatsoever, a banished immortal who has purified his six senses to the extreme.

  The young man sheathed his sword with the blade facing inward.

  His gaze involuntarily fixed on the fabric pinched in her palm, and his eyes, which rarely showed emotion, seemed hesitant and entangled.

  But in the end, he quietly withdrew his gaze and walked away first

  Because Mu Tzu was cheated and later even lost his bundle, he didn't have a single change of clothes.

  Chu Cha had no choice but to buy a set from the shopkeeper for him.

  Watching the young man silently hugging his clothes as he entered the guest room, there was an unexpected hint of sadness and melancholy.

  Chu Cha yawned and also entered the next room.

  The original owner had drunk wine, and when he blew cold wind outside, he woke up more than half of it, so now except for dizziness, there are no other symptoms.

  Late at night.

  A youth wearing a black tunic slowly opened the door, quietly walked out of the inn, and picked up the torn cloth that was blown by the wind and hung on the tree branch.

  It's okay

  Needles and swords are both important things, neither of which should be lost together in a bundle.

  The second day.

  Early morning.

  The sky is dimly lit, and morning fog is widespread.

  The belly of the sky gradually brightens, awakening the dull horizon.

  While everyone was still asleep, Chu Cha was woken up by the not-too-light-not-too-heavy-not-urgent-not-leisurely knocking sound, and then she yawned and went on the road with him.

  That young man wore a black tight-fitting outfit of a shop assistant, not only did he not look ugly, but he looked particularly handsome and refreshing.

  If he wore a white robe with long sleeves, he was an outstanding and elegant immortal; if he wore black clothes, he had the appearance of a young and heroic knight.

  A winding mountain path, serene and mystical.

  He held a long sword in his arms, his eyes quietly looking ahead, keeping a distance of two meters from her all the way, without speaking, and not answering no matter what she asked him, unless it involved the Hengshan Sect or Wangcheng Manor, he would only give her an extremely brief response.

  "Brother, it's already noon. There is a guest house in front of us, why don't we go in and take a rest?" Chu Cha said with a happy tone while tidying up her hair that had fallen to the side of her neck.

  That person nodded silently and walked in that direction first.

  The name of the hostel is Yue Lai.

  Her eyebrows were slightly raised, and her autumnal eyes sparkled with interest.

  Almost every martial arts story has a Yue Lai Inn, which always supplies the Big Hero Set Meal of two catties of braised beef and top-grade Niang Hong.

  From Suiyuan in the north to Jiangnan in the south, from Lop Nur Desert in the west to Mohe in the northeast, there is a Yuelai Inn everywhere.

  It's like a nationwide chain of inns.

  No matter where you are.

  As long as you want it, it's there

  As soon as I went in

  The eyes of the four or five people immediately turned to them.

  Those few people were all from the martial arts world, with weapons that included swords, knives, and hammers, in all shapes and sizes.

  The shopkeeper saw another customer coming and hurried over to greet them enthusiastically.

  Chu Cha casually ordered a few vegetarian dishes and one meat dish, then led Mu Ci to sit in the corner.

  Those martial artists looked like they were ready to draw their swords at any moment, and if they had been sitting a bit closer together, they would have ruined the whole table of good food when they started fighting.

  As soon as the young waiter had brought all their dishes, another small man with a sword in his hand pushed aside the door curtain and walked in.

  The man has not sat down yet.

  Shouting at the top of his lungs

  "Waiter, bring me two catties of braised beef and a bottle of premium Niang Hong wine."

  The voice was deliberately lowered, but still carried a hint of softness.

  "Alright"

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