Mid-June is the plum rain season in the Jiangnan area, and the rain continues, even more so when entering the two lakes.

Zhu Qingsheng complained secretly, and the wet and gentle raindrops kept hitting him, flowing down his cheeks and neck into his body. It was extremely uncomfortable to stick wet clothes to his body.

At this time, he was riding his horse on an official road in Hubei. The wind roared on both sides and the rain poured down. Every time the horse's hooves stepped on, the mud marks splashed on the legs of the trousers, and then they were washed away by the falling rain. Zhu Qingsheng tightened his body. Even though he was wearing a white jade ruler and a thick layer of straw raincoat hat, he gradually felt a little unbearable, and his hands and feet were already cold. Moreover, they had been rushing for two days and one night to rush.

Turning his head to the front right, Master Sima Yuanji rode on the horse and lowered his head and pondered without saying a word, as if he was thinking about something. He was not wearing a straw raincoat, but was wearing a blue-gray single-clothed cloth shirt. When the dense raindrops fell three feet in front of him, they were completely steamed by the pure yang true energy that naturally flowed out. So after rushing for so long, let alone the corners of his hair and clothes, even the dark horse sitting down was not wet at all.

Zhu Qingsheng was both impressed and envious. He didn't know when he practiced that he would have such a profound skill as his master. However, since a series of things in Jiujiang City, he felt that his skills had reached a level vaguely, which was much better than when he first entered Jiujiang City.

But even so, it still cannot resist such strong storms.

He squinted his eyes and looked forward. In the hazy rain curtain, he saw a flagpole standing up high, a cloth banner swaying in the wind, and a large character was written on it, which seemed to be the word "一" on it. Zhu Qingsheng said happily: "Master, there is an office station in front, let's go there to rest."

Sima Yuan and the tip of his nose sniffed a few times, frowned slightly, trying to say something, but in the end he only said two words: "Okay."

The rain was getting heavier and heavier. The master and apprentice accelerated their horsepower and finally arrived next to the inn. Two wooden doors at the door were wide open. Perhaps it was because the rain was too loud outside, and there was no sound from the inn. It seemed quiet. Three batches of short, sturdy and ordinary yellow horses were tied to the stable on one side, eating the fodder quietly.

Sima Yuan and Zhu Qingsheng turned over and got off the horse and took it to the stable to tie it. Sima Yuanhe said lightly: "Qing'er, look at these three horses?"

Zhu Qingsheng took a look and said, "These are three ordinary groups..." Halfway through his words, he suddenly felt something was wrong. If these three horses were ordinary, the master would not ask himself specifically, so he cheered up and looked at the three horses carefully.

No matter how you look at these three yellow horses, they are ordinary horses. You can find the same ones when you look on the street. Zhu Qingsheng was about to ask his master, but suddenly he found something wrong. These three batches of yellow horses are shorter, with bright eyes and bright trunks, strong limbs and soft mane, but they look extremely dark, as if they were deliberately dyed. If you didn't look closely, you wouldn't be able to tell.

Zhu Qingsheng hesitated and said, "Master, these three horses are short and strong, obviously good horses that run long-term strength, but they are disguised as people. I don't know why."

Sima Yuanji showed a look of praise and said, "You are right. Are these three horses Mongolian horses or the best-selling Mongolian horses? The Mongolian horse is short and has strong limbs. It lives on the cold grasslands and is extremely hard-working and is the best choice for rushing the long road."

Zhu Qingsheng suddenly understood, but felt confused: "Master, you asked me to see this, but how could Mongolian horses appear here? This is Hubei, thousands of miles from Mongolia."

Sima Yuanji said: "I don't know this either, but something is wrong. Be careful, let's go in."

Zhu Qingsheng nodded and walked into the inn behind his master. He saw that the store was empty, with windows on both sides of the east and west. On the table against the wall to the east, there were three middle-aged men sitting, in medium shape, dressed in blue and black cloth clothes, and they looked like a complete farmer, all burying their heads to drink tea, unable to see their faces clearly.

On the table in the middle, a thin man was eating and drinking, with four or five dishes on the table, and a dark spear leaned against the table, with a layer of cloth covering the tip of the spear.

A gentle scholar sat at the table in the northeast corner, 25 or 26 years old, with a long gray turban, long eyebrows, thin lips, elegant and clear appearance, and a green jade pendant hanging around his waist, which looked nothing but ordinary things. There was only a pot of tea on the table, emitting a faint fragrance. He held a cup elegantly and took a sip.

The scribe saw Zhu Qingsheng's opinion, and nodded slightly, and his natural and free temperament was revealed at this moment.

Zhu Qingsheng knew that he often saw that people were not good, so he quickly turned his head and wanted to greet the store to hide the embarrassment, but found that the counter was empty and the store and the waiter were not there. Just as he was about to shout loudly, he heard the master say very gently: "Don't shout, let's sit down at this table."

The master's voice was extremely light, and Zhu Qingsheng could hardly hear him even when he was beside him, let alone the other five people. Although Zhu Qingsheng was confused, he knew that his master had his own arrangements, so he obediently sat down at the table next to him.

There was a pot of tea on the table. Sima Yuanji poured two cups, handed them to Zhu Qingsheng, and put them in front of him.

Just as the master handed over the tea, Zhu Qingsheng had already discovered that there was a talisman drawn with clear water on the table. The whole thing was like a round word "jing", which was the "quiet talisman" in Maoshan talisman.

According to legend, this talisman was created by a naughty disciple in Maoshan. He was active and talkative. He often talked about it when his brothers were meditating. The quarrel made everyone feel extremely uneasy. The ancestor punished him a lot. Once he suffered enough pain and a flash of inspiration suddenly created a "quiet talisman". As long as the drawing was effective, it could isolate all sounds within one meter. The sound within one meter could not be transmitted, and the sound within one meter could not be transmitted in one meter. The specific effect depends on the skill of the man who cast the mantra. With this mantra, he could never be disturbed by others again. The ancestor could not hear the sound, and he was not blamed by him. It was just that the brothers within one meter of pain, and over time, no one would be approached by him within one meter of him, forming a blank circle centered on him.

Zhu Qingsheng didn't expect that his master would draw such a talisman. He only heard his master Sima Yuanji say softly: "Qing'er, look at what the difference is between those three people?"

I just asked similar words outside. Zhu Qingsheng didn't dare to be careless this time. He looked at the three people carefully and saw that the three people were dark and covered with wind and frost. The obvious appearance of the farmer was really unsightly, so he had to shake his head.

(End of this chapter)
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