Infinite Throne

   Chapter 815 Xia Xiaoman

   After what happened last time,

  The eldest princess seems to have grown up overnight and no longer makes a fuss about going back to Qingdu.

   Not even she spoke.

   Even at night, in the dead of night, the eldest princess hugged the thick luggage, and I don't know if she had a nightmare, and suddenly woke up, curled up in a corner, and sobbed softly.

   In a blink of an eye, three days have passed.

   Including Zen Master Kuye, a group of four went north first, then turned east.

   When they were the closest to Qingdu, they were only three thousand miles away.

  The further north you go, the denser the city.

   Looking down from the air, the high city walls, the row upon row of houses, the noisy market, a scene of singing and dancing, and the people living and working in peace and contentment.

   In the past three days, the three of them did not dare to settle down in the city easily even at night because they were worried that thieves would hunt them down.

   That is, Yilin secretly went to the city to fetch some dry food, so that a few people could feed their hunger, so as not to starve to death in the wild.

   Every time I go to a city, Yi Rin habitually visits the brothel to check the latest news.

   With the agarwood order, it is indeed a good thing to do.

What Yi Rin didn't understand was that it seemed that every shopkeeper of Wanxianglou, those beautiful women who still had charm, all seemed to have heard his name. A look of wanting to refuse and welcome, left Yi Rin puzzled.

   Among them, in one of the big cities, a shopkeeper named "Mei Niang" mistakenly called Yi Rin "Nine Brothers" for a while, which left Yi Rin at a loss.

   Brother Nine? What nine what brother?

   After a little inquiry, Yi Rin did not collect any news about Jian Nanchun and Chao Rushuang.

  Yeah, not surprising.

   Two Heavenly Sword Sect masters, if they don’t settle down in a crowded place, who can spot them?

   It's been three days, shouldn't he really be dead?

  Irin muttered secretly.

   But it is also possible that the two groups of people staggered their paths in the middle, and maybe they did not meet. After all, Yi Rin and Zen Master Kuye were careful along the way and did not leave too many traces.

  Irin even deliberately left some specious traces in the opposite direction of some forks to mislead the forces that hunted down the eldest princess.

   On the third night.

  Irin chose a barren hill outside the city and found a hiding place to stay.

   There are rubble piled up all around, and the rubble is covered with shrubs, like a camping pit formed naturally. Even if a bonfire is lit in a hidden place, it is difficult for the fire to spread to the outside.

  Irin, as a master of soul cooking, took the initiative to take charge of the dinner, picked some natural wild vegetables around, and then set up a large pot bought from the city to cook wild vegetable soup.

  If it wasn't for the fact that Zen Master Kuye didn't eat meat and fishy food, Yi Rin would have to add some game to it... It's a pity for this pot of vegetables.

  The eldest princess had no interest in wild vegetable soup, so she curled up in the corner of the rubble.

   But when Yi Rin smiled and patted the lid of the pot, a ray of light flashed, and the fresh fragrance overflowed, the eldest princess was stunned for a moment, and hurriedly grabbed her luggage and crawled over with her hands and feet.

  Irin filled a bowl full for everyone.

  The Zen Master Kuye took a sip, and tears burst into his face instantly as if he was electrocuted.

  Wang Xiaohu and the eldest princess saw Zen Master Kuye's reaction and thought that the soup was so bad that the old monk burst into tears. But Wang Xiaohu was really hungry, and he had finished eating the dry food. He smelled the fragrance wafting from the soup, which didn't seem poisonous, so he bit his head and did it.

   "Too, too, too..." Wang Xiaohu's mouth was burned, and he couldn't straighten his tongue. After a long time, he finally managed to say something vaguely: "Brother Lin, it's delicious!"

  Irin shook his head and sighed, dissatisfied with the dishes: "Limited by the materials, it can only be made like this."

   Master Dry Leaf drank faster.

   He even had a ridiculous idea.

   Do you want to dig this young man into the back kitchen of Heian Temple as a vegetarian cook?

   "It's so fragrant!~"

   Several people praised in unison.

   A large pot of wild vegetable soup was divided among several people. It was not the first time that Yi Rin used soul cooking to conquer the enemy. The taciturn eldest princess finally gave Yi Rin a good face. I saw the eldest princess timidly take a few steps closer, with an expression like a kitten that relaxed a little bit, raised her head and said to Yi Rin, "Hello, my name is Xia Xiaoman."

  Xia Xiaoman?

   Along the way, Yilin didn't inquire about the name of the eldest princess, and in fact he wasn't interested either. But when Xia Xiaoman introduced himself, Yi Rin thought for a while and asked, "Real name?"

  Xia Xiaoman hugged the package tightly in his arms, not knowing whether to laugh or cry, why doesn't this look like his real name?

   "I am the eldest princess, the current royal sister, Xia Xiaoman, with the name Mingzhu, and the name is Princess Zhenping! I can't change my name, I can't change my surname!"

  Princess Zhenping…

   Really flat.

   Yi Rin rushed to Xia Xiaoman's chest, then nodded vigorously, for fear that Xia Xiaoman would not believe that he believed in her: "Well, I believe it, as his name suggests."

  Xia Xiaoman was finally satisfied after hearing Yi Rin's letter.

   I can think about it carefully, but I always feel that Irin's words are a little off.

   But she couldn't tell what was wrong.

  After the two had a simple intersection, there was no more communication.

   This is a chance encounter, so why make a deep friendship.

  Irin's heart is Tianjianmen, and he is not interested in the eldest princess.

  After they were full, the night was dangerous, so they decided to spend the night here.

   With the warmth of the bonfire, Xia Xiaoman found a safe corner by himself, curled up and fell asleep.

  Wang Xiaohu lay directly beside the bonfire, with a large font facing the sky, snoring.

  Irin sat by the bonfire, adding wood to the fire from time to time.

   "Tee, Tee, Tee, Tee."

  After the Zen master had eaten his fill, he twirled his fingers around the Buddha beads around his neck and tapped the wooden fish gently, like a lullaby, making people drowsy.

Yilin, who was adding dry wood to the bonfire to ignite the fire, felt that something was wrong. He felt that the old monk's low-pitched chanting and the rhythm of the wooden fish seemed to have some kind of soothing power. Irin couldn't help but feel calm, and it was hard to make waves.

  Irin asked: "What are you doing?"

   Chan Master Kuye closed his eyes lightly, stopped chanting, and replied, "The old man is eradicating murder for the benefactor."

   "Oh," Yi Rin smiled: "Murder is everywhere in the world, you can eliminate me alone, so what?"

   "The Buddha said, the world is a boundless sea of ​​misery. All living beings have experienced thousands of hardships in the boat. You and I will cross together. The old man's strength is shallow, and it is enough to cut one person."

   "Forget it." Yi Rin was helpless, feeling that he was indeed not on the same channel as Zen Master Kuye, so he didn't plan to delve into this topic. Yi Rin walked up to Zen Master Kuye and sat down with her legs crossed. With a flick of his finger, a soundproof barrier landed around the two of them. In an instant, everything was silent, and the chirping of insects and birds was inaudible.

   At this point, Chan Master Kuye finally opened his eyes and looked at Yi Rin with a little more thought: "Old man's eyes are clumsy, what Lin Shizhu uses is not like a Taoist secret technique."

   "Family handed down tricks, it's hard to get into the lobby, even if you don't mention it." Yi Rin was rarely humble: "What's wrong with your eyes? I see your ability, it doesn't look like you can be hurt by those people."

  The old monk lowered his head and sighed softly: "The old disciple is confused, listens to the slander, thinks that if he kidnaps the eldest princess, he will get high officials, riches, and wealth."

  Irin understood, it turned out that he was blinded by his own people.

   "Then it seems that you have misunderstood." Irin smiled.

   "Buddha Amitabha, what Master Lin said is wrong," Chan Master Kuye shook his head: "Old Na has already seen that Wu Xin is not right in his mind, and Lao Na is just trying to get him to be kind, but in the end, he still has no relationship with Buddha."

  Irin nodded. He couldn't understand the old monk's thoughts, but he seemed to understand... To put it bluntly, he was stubborn.

   He pointed to Wang Xiaohu, who was lying on the ground and was sleeping soundly.

   "Then, since you're accepting apprentices to ferry people, why is it him?"

   (end of this chapter)