The Smiling, Proud Wanderer, becoming a disciple of Yue Buqun

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Jiang Ning frowned slightly, sensing his body and the changes.

After a while.

Jiang Ning reached out and picked up a pebble from the ground, held it in his palm, and then released it, turning the pebble into powder.

A gentle breeze blew, brushing against Jiang Ning's palm, and the powder scattered with the wind.

"Reaching the pinnacle..."

Jiang Ning muttered to himself.

After a while, Jiang Ning closed his eyes and remained silent.

The next morning, Jiang Ning continued his journey towards Luoyang.

At noon, Jiangning arrived at a small town.

Pingyu Town.

Jiang Ning looked around the town and decided to go in for a meal before continuing his journey.

He's getting closer and closer to Luoyang now; he'll arrive in a few days.

"Let's go."

Jiang Ning dismounted and led his horse into the town.

call!call!

A whistling sound rang in my ears.

The wind blew Jiang Ning's robes fluttering in the wind.

Jiang Ning looked up at the trees swaying in the wind and the leaves fluttering everywhere, his hair brushing against his cheek.

"The wind is quite noisy today."

Chapter 322: My sword kills without drawing blood. Do you want to see it?

Although May marks the beginning of summer, today's weather is unusually hot.

Jiang Ning led his horse into the town and let out a soft exclamation.

What a deserted town.

I've been to many places and seen many towns in Jiangning recently. Although they vary in size, they are all quite lively.

The town that Jiangning came from now exudes a sense of desolation.

There were few pedestrians on the street, and it was rare to see anyone.

The town is quite large, with at least a thousand residents, but there are hardly any people on the main streets, which is puzzling.

Jiang Ning was walking down the street, looking around the small town, when a man staggered towards him, reeking of alcohol.

This person staggered and walked erratically, and somehow ended up crashing into Jiangning on this entire street.

Seeing this, Jiang Ning sidestepped and avoided the man.

The drunkard stumbled to the ground, cried out in pain, and seemed to sober up a bit. He stood up and started cursing at Jiang Ning.

"Hey, why don't you watch where you're walking? This street is so wide, and you just had to bump into me."

Jiang Ning frowned slightly upon seeing this, looked the man up and down, but said nothing.

After grumbling a few words, the drunkard staggered away and disappeared around the corner.

Jiang Ning glanced at the man's departing figure, then turned and left.

As Jiang Ning walked along, he looked around the small town, intending to find a restaurant to eat at. However, he found that most of the shops along the way were closed. It took him a long time to finally find a restaurant that was still open.

"Oh, what a handsome guest!"

A woman swayed her hips as she walked over.

"What would you like to eat, sir?"

The woman, heavily made up, held a flower fan in her hand to cover her chin and smiled at Jiang Ning.

As she spoke, the woman reached out and touched Jiang Ning's chest.

Jiang Ning took a step back, then sat down at a table and slammed his sword down on it.

"Just bring me some food."

As Jiang Ning sat down, he also took in the environment of the restaurant.

The first floor is the lobby, filled with tables, but there are only a handful of people, just a few diners.

The diners sat silently drinking, not saying a word, but all looked over when Jiang Ning entered.

This rather bizarre scene made Jiang Ning unconsciously narrow his eyes.

At this moment, the woman also came over, leaning her upper body on the table, staring straight at Jiang Ning with seductive eyes.

"Where are you from, young master? You look unfamiliar."

The woman's voice was languid, her breath sweet and fragrant, almost brushing against Jiang Ning's face.

"Shaanxi".

Jiang Ning gave a brief response.

"That's quite far. What's your name, sir? My surname is Wang, you can just call me Qingxia."

As the woman spoke, she reached out to touch Jiang Ning's face.

"Sir, you are truly handsome. I have never seen anyone as handsome as you here."

The other diners also looked over, but still no one spoke.

"Hurry up and serve the food, I need to finish eating so I can get on my way."

Jiang Ning turned his head and handed it over, not letting the woman touch him.

"Why are you in such a hurry to leave, sir? I feel an instant connection with you and have so much to say to you."

The woman chuckled sweetly, her voice incredibly alluring.

Jiang Ning's brows were already furrowed as he stared at her.

Seeing Jiang Ning's obvious displeasure, the woman's expression stiffened for a moment.

Is she really that unattractive?

"Alright, young master, please wait a moment."

The woman got up, glanced at Jiang Ning with a somewhat resentful expression, and then turned and went into the kitchen.

Jiang Ning continued to survey the restaurant.

I don't know why, but ever since I entered this town, Jiangning has felt that there is something strange about it.

There is an indescribable feeling.

While Jiang Ning was looking around the restaurant, his gaze also fell on several other diners.

At this moment, the diners were still drinking. There were several dishes on the table, but judging from the dishes, they hadn't touched them much; they were just drinking.

These people were sitting at several tables, and they appeared to be strangers to each other.

One person picked up a wine glass and drank.

Ok?

Jiang Ning noticed that the man was dressed as a farmer, but he had calluses on his hands, relaxed shoulders, a straight back, bright eyes, and a steady hand holding the wine glass.

His eyesight was excellent; he could see that after the man picked up the glass, the wine inside swayed very little.

This person practices martial arts.

Jiang Ning immediately formed an opinion in his mind.

Not only this person, but the others were also martial arts practitioners.

Although these people were dressed differently—some as farmers, some as street vendors—they were all skilled martial artists.

These people are watching me.

Jiang Ning keenly noticed this.

Although these people didn't show it, their eyes had been on him ever since he entered the restaurant.

For example, the farmer-dressed martial arts practitioner that Jiang Ning had noticed earlier was always facing away from him, seemingly drinking, but his eyes were constantly on Jiang Ning. His posture was casual, but his arm muscles were taut, as if he was ready to strike.

Besides this person, the others were the same.

They thought they had hidden themselves very well, but Jiang Ning saw that their plan was full of flaws.

Jiang Ning narrowed his eyes slightly after noticing the unusual behavior of these people.

"Sir, your food is here!"

At this moment, the woman came out of the kitchen carrying plates of food and a pot of wine.

"We apologize for keeping you waiting, sir."

The woman swayed her hips and walked over gracefully, exuding charm.

"This is the best wine in our shop, a rare find. I don't usually give it to just anyone."

The woman unscrewed the wine pot, turned over the wine glasses on the table to pour wine for Jiang Ning, and said something as she did so.

"Thank you."

Jiang Ning smiled and made a move to take the wine glass, but it slipped from his hand as if he hadn't held it properly.

"Hey."

Jiang Ning let out a soft cry and reached out to grab it, but the woman reacted quickly and caught the falling wine glass.

"Please be gentle, sir."

The woman retorted angrily.

"It's not a big deal that the glass is broken, it's just a pity about the wine."

Jiang Ning glanced at the wine glass; only a little wine had spilled inside.

"The proprietress has amazing skills."

Jiang Ning smiled.

The woman glanced at Jiang Ning sweetly, her eyes alluring, and said in a coquettish voice.

"I have an even better skill, sir, would you like to try it?"

Jiang Ning smiled upon hearing this but remained silent.

"Don't you feel bored drinking alone, sir?"

The woman sat to Jiang Ning's right, leaning against the table with her hands supporting her chin, looking at Jiang Ning. Her sleeves slid down with her movements, revealing her two white forearms.

Jiang Ning looked at her: "Boss lady, would you like some drinks too?"

"Good."

The woman responded with a smile, then picked up a wine glass from the table and poured herself a glass, but didn't drink it. Instead, she spoke to Jiang Ning.

"Sir, are you a young swordsman traveling the world, punishing evil and promoting good, carrying a sword?"

"more or less"

Jiang Ning smiled and said.

The woman looked at the sword on the table with a hint of curiosity.

"Then you must have used it to kill many people, sir? It must be very sharp, right?"

Jiang Ning looked at her with a slight smile on his lips.

"My sword kills without drawing blood. Do you want to see it?"