Cultivating In Secret Beside A Demoness

"here?"

While Jiang Hao was still sighing, Hong Yuye's voice suddenly pulled him back.

At this time, they were standing in front of a slightly grand inn.

There are four big characters written on it - Yunshang Inn.

"Yeah." Jiang Hao nodded lightly.

He had the impression that he had thought that it would be very comfortable to come here for food and accommodation when he was rich.

I just didn’t expect that now that I do have money, I don’t have the same thoughts as before.

After entering, Jiang Hao and Hong Yuye stood in front of the counter.

"Are you two staying in the hotel?" asked the middle-aged shopkeeper.

Two people? Jiang Hao was a little surprised. He was curious about what Hong Yuye looked like in the other person's eyes.

No one looked over along the way, and he thought it was because they couldn't see Hongyuye.

"Yes, let's stay in the hotel." Jiang Hao nodded.

"How about opening a room for the two of you?" the shopkeeper asked tentatively.

Jiang Hao subconsciously glanced at Hong Yuye and found that her face was calm and she had no thoughts.

Feeling his gaze, Hong Yuye turned to look at him.

It seems to be a joke.

Later Jiang Hao asked for two rooms.

Naturally, he wanted two rooms, but he was worried that it would ruin the purpose of Hong Yuye's trip, so he had to look at the other person's expression.

Yunshang Inn has six floors.

The lobby on the first floor is a place for eating.

The ordinary rooms on the second and third floors are called Yunxia, ​​the fourth and fifth floors are called Yunzhong, and the sixth floor is Yunshang.

What Jiang Hao wants is the sixth floor.

If it's him, it doesn't matter.

But it was different with Hong Yuye beside him. He was the one who suffered the slightest loss accidentally.

Creak!

The door opens.

A fresh fragrance came.

The first thing you see is an exquisite room, with beds, tables, chairs, and dressing tables all available.

There is a wind screen standing next to it, with a landscape painting on it.

Behind the wind screen is a wooden barrel for bathing.

There is also a window at the front, with tables and chairs placed on the edge of the window, so you can look out at the city scenery.

Jiang Hao came to the window and looked down. It was the main road.

Hong Yuye came over and sat down, then pointed at the teapot.

Jiang Hao understood, took out Xue Houchun and made a pot of tea, then helped pour a cup.

Hong Yuye looked at the teacup for a long time without moving.

She glanced at Jiang Hao and remained silent.

Are you not satisfied with this tea? Jiang Hao was a little frightened and immediately changed the topic:

"Senior, what do you want to do in Luocheng?"

"For this." Hong Yuye placed a stone slab on the table:

"This is a stone tablet that can convey a secret message. The message given by the stone tablet is that we will meet in this city in these three days."

"Who's on the other side?" Jiang Hao asked curiously.

"I don't know, so what you have to do is to find the root of the slate, or other slates." Hong Yuye pushed the slate over and said:

"Now you hold the slate, and I will teach you how to crack it later."

Hearing this, Jiang Hao could only accept the slate.

He didn't understand who the source of Shi Ban was and that people like Hong Yuye should care about him.

At this time, the sun was shining brightly outside, which was a bit hot and dazzling.

"Go buy me an umbrella." Hong Yuye suddenly said.

After nodding in agreement, Jiang Hao walked out.

Standing at the door of the inn, he felt a little emotional.

I've been meaning to go out for a while, but now it's just the right time.

If I remember correctly, his previous home was not far from here.

Seventeen years.

Don't know how they are now.

At this time, he didn't quite understand what he was thinking, he just wanted to go back and take a look.

Whether he wished them a good life or a bad life, he didn't have an answer for the moment.

Maybe you will understand when you see it.

"Do they recognize me? Will they panic when they see me?"

He wanted to know many questions, but he didn't really want to know.

After a moment of emotion, he started walking in the direction of "home" according to his memory.

I passed by a place selling oil-paper umbrellas and chose one with a red pattern on it.

Every time I see Hong Yuye, I always wear red clothes, so I probably like red.

After putting away his umbrella, he moved on.

A few moments.

He left the avenue and entered the residential area.

This place is no longer as bustling and lively as outside, but it seems peaceful.

After turning a few more turns, he stopped at an alley.

Not far ahead of him, there was a house.

If I remember correctly, it should be the place where he lived when he was a child.

After hesitating for a long time, Jiang Hao stood quietly at the corner and looked over there.

He wanted to take a look from a distance and see their current life.

It's just that no one opened the door after waiting for a long time. ..

“I was sold when I was five years old, and now I am twenty-two years old.

They shouldn't recognize me. "

Confirming this, he came to the door and stretched out his hand to knock on the door.

Just when he was about to knock on the door, he suddenly stopped in mid-air.

His heart suddenly became no longer calm, as if he didn't know how to deal with the family behind the door.

Taking a deep breath, he finally knocked on the somewhat old door.

Boom!

There was a knock on the door.

Jiang Hao stood there and waited.

After a while, footsteps were heard inside, followed by an old voice:

"who is it?"

At this time, the door slowly opened, and an old woman leaned out and looked at Jiang Hao.

"Who are you?" Jiang Hao was a little surprised.

There was no image of this person in his memory.

"You guys are so funny. You knocked on my door and asked me who I was." The old woman looked at Jiang Hao and said with a smile.

In doubt, Jiang Hao asked:

"Is this Jiang's house?"

"Surnamed Jiang?" The old woman thought for a while and said:

"It seems like it used to be."

"Ever?" Jiang Hao was a little surprised.

"Come in, my old man knows better." The old woman stood up and moved out of the way.

"Thank you." Jiang Hao bowed his head and said gratefully.

Entering the gate, you will see a familiar courtyard with almost no changes.

It's just a lot older.

"He's in the backyard." The old woman closed the door and took Jiang Hao to the backyard.

Slowly walking through the yard, Jiang Hao looked around.

Passing by a stone, he remembered that he had been sitting here eating secretly and looking forward to the future.

When he walked out of the house, his stepmother's scolding vaguely sounded in his ears: "Eat, eat, just know how to eat, go to work quickly."

Arriving in the backyard, Jiang Hao saw the place where firewood was piled. He was familiar with this place.

I slept here and started chopping firewood to cook food when I was four or five years old.

Looking at these places, he felt an inexplicable joy in his heart.

When he came back this time, he wanted to see the place and the people.

It's a pity that things have changed.

"Old man, this man seems to be here to find someone from the Jiang family. Tell him something." The old woman brought the man over and went out.

At this time, Jiang Hao saw a relatively energetic old man in front of him, slowly chopping firewood.

Hearing his mother-in-law's words, he looked at Jiang Hao in slight surprise:

"Come to find a relative?"

"Yes." Jiang Hao nodded and said politely:

"I hope the old man can tell me something."

"It's been many years." The old man smiled and said:

"Let me think about what happened back then."

Jiang Hao did not urge him, but took the opponent's hatchet and said:

"You think about it slowly, I'll help you chop the firewood."

"You are really polite, and you don't look like an ordinary person in your dress.

Have you ever chopped firewood? "The old man said a little surprised.

No matter how low-key Jiang Hao is, as a cultivator, he will not wear ordinary clothes.