Chapter 53

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Who said I can't ride a horse?

Wujiao lay on the horse's back, gripping the reins, his buttocks sticking out, gently rising and falling with the horse's gallop. The raincoat wrapped around his body fluttered in the wind, exposing his smooth limbs. Despite the gallop, he had a certain charm.

The wind howled, and the yellow sand flew swiftly.

Previously, being trampled by hooves was not a big deal, but when he suddenly woke up, his limbs were stiff, and his hands and feet were weak, as if he had just recovered from a serious illness. To leave the desert was no easy task. To avoid Mu Shen's pursuit, he had to leave as soon as possible. With a horse to ride, how could he miss this opportunity!

Not only can I ride a horse, but I am also an excellent rider!

Wujiao turned his head to look behind him and secretly smiled with satisfaction.

That Brother Yan Cheng, after trampling people with his horse, wanted to leave as if nothing happened, thinking I was easy to bully. So what if he is a cultivator? I've seen many. His cultivation seems quite ordinary, even inferior to Mu Shen. But his sister Shuangcheng is straightforward and likable...

At this moment, the brother and sister were riding together, already more than ten paces behind.

"Big Brother, look! Could it be that the horse is spooked, running so fast..."

"I told you not to meddle in other people's affairs, but you just wouldn't listen. That person's background is unknown, and he might not be a good person..."

"Big Brother is a cultivator, why would you be afraid of him? Besides, we were the ones who made the mistake first, it wouldn't be right to leave him in the desert to die..."

"He's just a mortal, why should I be afraid of him?"

Under the scorching sun, the three people and two horses crossed the desert. The hooves raised a trail of dust, and from a distance, it looked like a giant dragon waking from hibernation, eager to break free and roar into the sky!

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At the edge of the desert and the Gobi, a few clusters of trees of varying heights stood. A road stretched from the south and extended straight to the north.

At this moment, a convoy of carriages was moving quickly.

The two leading riders were an old man and a young man, both dressed in tight-fitting clothes, carrying bows and swords. Behind them were two horse-drawn carriages. One had a finely crafted cabin, and the other was loaded with goods like wooden boxes and jars. In addition to the carriage drivers, there were two middle-aged men riding horses at the rear, dressed in short clothes, likely servants.

The old man, with a face like a chiseled knife, was taciturn. As he rode, he glanced back briefly. The young man riding beside him nodded hurriedly, but the old man looked straight ahead without a word.

"Old Jiao, if you have any orders, I will do my best to fulfill them!"

The young man said.

The old man let the horse run, his back straight and his face stern. After a moment, he said in a deep voice, "The journey ahead is long and dangerous. If we can reach the capital safely, I will consider taking you into the clan."

The young man, who called himself Tianlong, bowed and his eyes lit up, but he kept his lips tightly closed, his face stern. Suddenly, he saw the old man raise his right hand, and he stiffened, tightening the reins and shouting, "Fushan, Fuqi, Fuhong, Fuda, be careful!"

Fushan and Fuqi were the carriage drivers, and Fuhong and Fuda were the two horsemen at the rear. They understood and slowed down. Someone lifted the soft curtain of the cabin, revealing a pretty face, then quickly disappeared back inside.

At the same time, the old man called Jiao and the young man called Tianlong had both stopped and were on guard.

About a hundred paces away, three people and two horses were resting by the road.

Among them, a man in a long robe and a woman in yellow clothes were standing by the road, looking up. A man with tattered clothes and a dirty face was sitting on the ground, eating and shouting, "Mid-June? It's actually mid-June now, how can that be, you two are lying to me..."

"Hmph! Why would we lie to you? This is not Nanan, but Huosha Kingdom. After you eat and drink, don't bother us anymore..."

"Hehe! Wujiao, what an interesting name. You can't even remember the time, and you don't know how long you were buried, or why you didn't suffocate to death..."

"Huosha? Isn't that Huosha Kingdom to the east of Nanan... Buried for how long? Seven... eight... seven or eight hours, I guess. Can I have some water? I'm about to choke to death..."

"Big Brother! There are carriages passing by..."

"Hmm, the carriages are well-equipped, and the guards are strict. They must be from a wealthy family. Little Sister, in my opinion, we should..."

In a moment, the man in the long robe and the woman in yellow clothes walked over.

Old Jiao remained on his horse, stroking his beard and nodding slightly. Tianlong dismounted and approached, raising his hand in a salute, "I am Ye Tianlong, a guard of the Jiao family. May I ask what you need?"

"Hehe! I am Hu Yancheng from Nanshan Fort, and this is my sister Hu Shuangcheng. Greetings to all of you..."

The man and woman were none other than Yancheng and Shuangcheng.

It was clear that the man sitting by the road, eating and drinking, was Wujiao. He had ridden through the desert and didn't know where to go. After being caught up by the brother and sister, he decided to rest on the spot. After the bumpy ride, his stiff limbs gradually loosened, and the strength he had lost slowly returned from the vortex in his abdomen, spreading throughout his body. He felt as if he had just woken up from a long sleep. With his spirits high, he couldn't help but feel hungry and thirsty. So, eating and drinking were inevitable.

And he unexpectedly learned that it was now mid-June. He remembered escaping from Lingxia in late autumn. Could it be that the seasons had reversed? If the brother and sister were telling the truth, it meant he had slept in the desert for half a year, not just seven or eight hours. This was too incredible!

Even more surprising, he was now in Huosha Kingdom. He had been worrying about fleeing, but he had already escaped Mu Shen's pursuit.

But what should he do next?

Lingxia Mountain was temporarily out of the question, unless he could defeat those cultivators. But since he had killed Xiang Rong and Gou Jun, who knew what he could do in the future!

Wujiao put a piece of dried meat in his mouth, chewed it a few times, swallowed it, and then took a drink from his water bag, burping contentedly. Suddenly, his eyes narrowed, and he raised his hand, flicking his finger.

A bug that was about to fly out of the grass was hit by his finger, its tiny wings making a "buzz" sound as it fell to the sand. Its body, no bigger than a bean, was clearly visible in every detail.

Wujiao's expression became more focused.

An invisible breeze blew, carrying the scent of wild grass, the sweat of horses, a faint floral fragrance, and the smell of cosmetics. In addition, there were a few faint glimmers, like wind traces or fireflies in the daylight, flickering and uncertain, and as his thoughts moved, they suddenly entered his body, turning into a stream of clarity that flowed into the vortex in his abdomen...

What was that? Could it be the spiritual energy from the heavens and earth? And he, who knew nothing about cultivation or breathing techniques, could attract it without effort!

Wujiao leaned against a tree, his face filled with delight.

The sky was blue, the clouds were white, the grass was green, and the distant Gobi and desert looked like a layer of gold, magnificent and beautiful.

Only now did he have the leisure to appreciate the differences in the world. Everything was so vivid and clear. The brother and sister, one emitting a faint glow, the other with a graceful and strong body...

"Originally, you are the Hu family siblings, if you have something to say, speak openly!"

"I and my sister found a person in trouble on the way, and we are worried about where to place him. There are few people around, and it would be improper to leave him in the wild. We are heading to Lujiang Town, so we ask Old Jiao to take him in, provide him with a few meals, and then send him away when we reach a town..."

"Oh... this... Since Mr. Hu is a cultivator and still shows such compassion, how can I ignore it? Fine, we will place him on the cargo carriage and deal with it when we reach a town."

"Big Brother, that silly person even gets to ride in a carriage, what a lucky break!"

"Thank you, Old Jiao! You... I mean you, how dare you be so presumptuous..."

Hu Yancheng was talking to the old man, and sensing something, he suddenly turned and shouted angrily. The man sitting under the tree looked innocent and confused. Unable to bear it any longer, he took a few quick steps and rushed to Wujiao, pulling out a paper talisman and demanding, "You, a destitute mortal, how can you use divine sense, and why did you peek at my sister's body..."

Seeing her brother's anger, Hu Shuangcheng felt curious and followed. Her face turned slightly red, and she stopped, biting her lip, rushed to her horse, grabbed her waist, and twisted her body, already holding a long sword in her hand: "The scoundrel deserves to die..."

The Jiao family's carriages remained in place, and everyone was confused.

Wujiao was still wrapped in a raincoat, sitting on the ground, his hair matted and his face covered in dirt, looking more like a beggar than a wild man. However, he was not afraid of the aggressive brother and sister. His innocent expression became even more confused, and he shrugged, asking, "What is divine sense? Why are you two acting like this..."

Hu Yancheng's face stiffened, and he quickly stepped back, scrutinizing Wujiao.

Hu Shuangcheng looked at her brother, unsure of what to do.

Wujiao continued, "This Shuangcheng sister, with her natural beauty and noble spirit, is truly admirable. It's only natural to look at her a few more times. Why must you draw your swords, isn't that a bit too much..."

He suddenly felt a chill, but pretended not to notice, turning to Hu Yancheng and saying, "I have no spiritual roots and cannot cultivate, though I call myself a cultivator, it's just a facade..."

Hu Yancheng remained on guard, "Do you have spirit stones, jade scrolls, or talismans on you?" He had not noticed before, but now he saw that the other's waist was wrapped in a leather bag. The contents were not ordinary.

"Gifts from an old friend, but they are of no use to me!"

Wujiao was quite frank, his black eyes darting, and he grinned, showing his white teeth, "If this brother is interested, I will give you my belongings..."

Hu Yancheng was slightly taken aback, seemingly tempted, but then raised his hand and waved, muttering, "Greed and anger are the most disruptive! A gentleman is cautious and does not covet what is not his..." He paced a few steps, put away the talisman, his expression easing, and looked at Wujiao again, "Perhaps I misunderstood you, I will take my leave!"

He did not linger, picked up the water bag, led his horse, and mounted, bowing to the Jiao family, then spurred his horse and headed north.

Hu Shuangcheng did not expect her brother to leave so quickly, hurriedly mounted her horse, and chased after him. After a long distance, she remembered the raincoat was still on the man, but decided to let it go, shouting, "Big Brother, why are you in such a hurry?"

"I can't see through that person's true nature, so I keep my distance!"

"He's not a cultivator, why be afraid of him..."

"That person is ugly and behaves poorly, yet he carries rare spirit stones and beast skin talismans. Especially, his initial chaotic aura has become almost imperceptible, and his eyes show a hidden sharpness and ferocity. I suspect he is either a high-level cultivator hiding his true strength or a bloodthirsty demon cultivator..."

"Big Brother, don't scare me!"

"Don't worry, Little Sister, it's just a guess..."

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