In the wilderness, Tang Yong was like an arrow that had left the bow, moving quickly. He felt that he was getting more and more skilled at using the Slippery Feet skill. It was as if his feet were covered in oil, gliding on the ground with a whoosh. The carriages that had been in front of him were overtaken by him one by one.
In the end, he even left behind some of the soldiers on horseback.
In the carriage, a sleepy scholar was lifting the curtain to take a breath of fresh air when he saw a figure floating in front of him. Was that a person?
How could he be so fast?
The scholar rubbed his eyes in disbelief. When he looked forward again, the figure was getting farther and farther away. The scholar was shocked. He had never seen or heard of such a speed. Could it be a newly promoted Martial Spirit Realm expert?
In the Han and Tang Empires, there were only about a hundred Martial Spirit Realm experts, and each of them was a famous figure. However, the scholar felt that the figure just now was very young, so he guessed.
However, no matter how he guessed, the figure had already run far away.
It was already noon, and the sun was hanging low in the sky.
Anyang City, the capital of the Han Tang Empire.
Although it was already afternoon, the streets were still filled with pedestrians. The scorching sun made people sweat profusely. Among the pedestrians, some were waving paper fans, some were holding paper umbrellas. The peddlers selling sour plum soup on both sides of the street had the best business. In a short while, they were all sold out.
Only the last big bowl was left, and the peddler and his wife drank it one mouthful after another.
From the dangerous Yao Forest to the bustling city, Tang Yong suddenly felt a sense of confusion. Looking at the fluttering wine banners in front of him, the waiters who came and went, and the people who hummed an ancient song of the Southern Wind, it all gave him a feeling that it was not real.
After entering the capital, Tang Yong did not use the Slippery Feet skill. Instead, he strolled leisurely on the streets. Every time he saw something new, he would stop to take a look. To be honest, he was amazed by the wonders of the world more than once. These people did not have developed technology, but they had built a super city that was not inferior to modern times.
They didn't have a developed transportation network, but they had rare spirit beast mounts. They didn't have cranes or excavators, but they could build giant buildings that were hundreds of meters high. It was really amazing.
Just as Tang Yong was squatting on the ground and looking at a jumping wooden frog spirit doll, a little boy suddenly bumped into him. The boy's mother hurriedly grabbed the child and apologized to him.
"Brother Zhao, quickly apologize to your brother!"
Upon hearing Zhao Di's name, Tang Yong was stunned. So it wasn't a boy, but a little girl.
Tang Yong had always been very tolerant towards children. After all, they were all cute little angels. He was about to smile gently at the little girl and say that it was okay.
The little girl with the buzz cut turned around and scanned Tang Yong from head to toe. With a look of disgust, she said, "Uncle, how long has it been since you last bathed? You're rancid!"
It was rancid, rancid!
These two words kept echoing in Tang Yong's heart. Tang Yong swore to himself that he would take back his bullsh * t about children being angels. There were no angels in this world, only naughty children.
After the little girl with the buzz cut finished speaking, she didn't wait for her mother and ran directly into the crowd. The child's mother blushed slightly and apologized to Tang Yong again and again.
But for some reason, looking at the gentle mother who didn't blame the child at all, Tang Yong thought of the saying, "A kind mother will spoil the child."
If the child did something wrong and was not disciplined, he would probably make more mistakes in the future and eventually go astray.
"Little girl, you will definitely thank me in the future."
Tang Yong sighed and picked up a small stone from the ground. With a flick of his finger, it hit the little girl's knee. The little girl fell to the ground with a plop, her face covered in dust.
The little girl lowered her head and picked up the stone on the ground. Then, she glanced in the direction of Tang Yong.
Tang Yong didn't dodge. He smiled and waved at the little girl, saying, "I was careless. My hand slipped."
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The little girl stared at Tang Yong. Her mouth was pursed and her eyes were slightly red. However, she didn't cry. Instead, she stared at Tang Yong's face, as if she wanted to record his face in her mind.
Tang Yong felt that something was wrong and immediately slipped away. When he passed by the crowd, he found that the people were surrounding an acrobatic troupe. The people inside were performing a fire-breathing performance. Unlike other fire-breathing performances, this person didn't have any props. He just opened his mouth and spat. The scorching tongue of flame rose into the air and sparks flew everywhere. In the blink of an eye, it disappeared, leaving only a slightly burnt smell in the air.
Tang Yong looked at the performer and was stunned. This person gave him the same feeling as Wang Miao. They both had a strange feeling.
Inexplicably, Tang Yong felt that he seemed to have grasped a great clue. However, when he thought about it carefully, he couldn't understand. They were obviously two completely different people who had no connection with each other. How could they give him the same feeling?
Since he couldn't figure it out, he stopped thinking about it.
Tang Yong shook his head and turned to leave.
However, he didn't notice that a spark suddenly lit up in the fire-breathing man's palm. In the blink of an eye, it was extinguished.
At the gate of Marquis Shenwu's Mansion.
Two doormen stood at the gate and looked outside. Suddenly, one of them saw Tang Yong and hurriedly ran into the house while shouting. The other one directly stared at Tang Yong and didn't leave him at all.
"Seventh Young Master, you're back. First Madam, Master has been waiting for you for a long time."
"Oh, waiting for me?" Tang Yong raised the corner of his mouth and revealed a mocking smile.
"Yes, Young Master. Follow me into the mansion." The servant saw Tang Yong's strange expression and didn't say much. He stood behind Tang Yong and urged him to enter the mansion.
If Tang Yong still couldn't see that there was a problem, then there was really something wrong with his IQ.
As expected, Tang Yong hadn't even stood at the door for ten seconds when a white figure suddenly darted out from within the Divine Martial Marquis Mansion.
"Bastard, give me your life!!"
When Fu Lingtian saw Tang Yong, a sinister look flashed past his eyes. He raised the spirit sword in his hand and swept it towards Tang Yong. In an instant, a dense purple battle qi poured into the sword and formed several electric arcs. The electric arcs swept out and actually formed a fan-shaped electric net that flew towards Tang Yong.
Seeing the crackling electric arcs, Tang Yong's heart suddenly twitched. This Fu Lingtian was a Stage Three Martial Master, one realm higher than him. Furthermore, he had come prepared for this attack.
Not good!
I can't take this move!
However, at this moment, it was already too late to turn around and escape. He could only circulate the oil on the soles of his feet and slip, falling backwards.
Although there was a possibility that he would fall on his butt, it was much better than being electrocuted to death by the electric arc.
Bang!
Tang Yong sat on the ground and avoided the sword by a hair's breadth. However, was Fu Lingtian's attack going to end here?
Not at all.
Just as Tang Yong's butt touched the ground, Fu Lingtian suddenly laughed sinisterly. His finger that was controlling the electric arc rotated in the air, and the electric arc that was hanging above Tang Yong's head immediately rotated, turning into a ninety-degree angle, perpendicular to the ground.
Damn it!
Again!
Tang Yong gritted his teeth. This time, he was truly angered by Fu Lingtian. It was fine if this person did not make a move, but the moment he made a move, every move was fatal. It was clear that he wanted to kill him here.
How could Tang Yong do this? As long as he didn't want to die, no one could casually take his life away.