Chapter 86: Invisible
Zhao Yushu was a little stunned as he looked at the white and tender hand raised in the air.
Uh, wanna high-five?
If this really happened in ancient times, no woman would do this easily. Fortunately, women have a high status in this world, so this action seems to be very common.
Lao Zhao carefully raised his hand and reached out, and the girl in blue high-fived him with a snap.
Old Zhao suddenly thought that this seemed to be the first time he had physical contact with a girl since he traveled through time, which was quite embarrassing.
It seems that this girl is really a wine lover. When she is not talking about wine, she is lazy and taciturn, but she immediately becomes a different person when she talks about good wine.
The two then began to discuss distilled liquor, from the taste to the production, from yellow wine to rice wine, from white wine to wine from the Western Regions. Lao Zhao felt that he had been exposed anyway, so he just let go and commented on the various fine wines he had drunk in his previous life.
After nearly half an hour, the food was served on the table, and the two of them were still chatting non-stop, one drinking a glass after another.
The wine jug was finally empty, and the girl clinked glasses with Zhao Yushu, drinking it all in one gulp. They both sighed with satisfaction at the same time, causing the maid next to them to open her eyes even wider.
"I have benefited a lot from talking with you, sir. Ah, I haven't asked your name yet."
"Zhao Yushu is from Xijing and is currently studying at the White Horse Academy in Dongdu. I am here on a mission ordered by my teacher."
"So you are the talented student of Baima Academy, my daughter Lan Ling, I am honored."
Lan Ling? There are some missing words, right? Don't you want to add a "king" at the end? Zaozhuang Wang?
The two men stood up at the same time and greeted each other formally. Zhao Yushu hesitated for a moment: "Blue?"
"Lan means orchid, Ling means spirited."
"Good name!"
"Mr. Zhao, you are too kind. Are you going to Nanyang too?"
Zhao Yushu nodded: "I'm going to visit a teacher."
Lan Ling's eyes lit up, but before she could say anything, the maid next to her suddenly interrupted and said, "Miss, the master asked us to wait for him."
Zhao Yushu immediately understood that the girl was hinting that he should not think about traveling with the young lady, so he replied obediently: "It's really unfortunate. My schedule is very tight. When I'm done, I will definitely go to Nanyang to visit with fine wine. I think the Lan Mansion should be able to inquire about it."
Just as he finished speaking, someone shouted that the rain had stopped. The porters were most afraid of delaying their journey, so they all stood up, thanked the old servant and left. Zhao Yushu also took the opportunity to say goodbye and leave.
After Zhao Yushu left, Lan Ling glared at the maid fiercely: "Shut up!"
The little maid pouted: "I am telling the truth."
"It's rare to meet an interesting person. I've said it before, if you make good connections from time to time, maybe there will be good results one day. Forget it, bring another pot of wine."
"No more, you two have finished your share for today."
"..."
With no one to drink with her, Miss Lan returned to her lazy self. She couldn't enjoy the food. She played with the empty wine glass in her hand and took a bite of food before sighing.
The sky did not clear up after the rain, it was still gloomy and the ground was muddy.
It was already past noon. According to the maid, Lan Ling was waiting for her father here. In order to avoid unnecessary misunderstandings, Zhao Yushu decided to hurry on his way and try to avoid her convoy.
So Zhao Yushu used the technique of Fleeting Light and his pace became extremely fast. Except for taking occasional breaks throughout the afternoon, he had been using his spiritual power to travel. His speed was almost as fast as a horse running at full speed. Before the sun set, he arrived at a small town and found an inn to stay in.
Zhao Yushu didn't take his encounter with Lan Ling too seriously. Apart from a promise made in one or two years, he didn't think anything would happen between him and this little drunkard. Fate was too illusory.
Moreover, I seem to have a physique that attracts trouble. To put it bluntly, I am not sure whether I can be alive and well in two years.
Zhao Yushu spent some money to ask the waiter to get a bucket of hot water, and took a good bath to wash away the fatigue and dust of the past few days. After the ghost and Buddhist affairs, he didn't even take a good bath himself.
Then he took out a bunch of things, a sword, a box of silver needles, and a ball of silk thread.
The horizontal sword is a trophy given to me by my senior brother from the incident at Prince Fu's Mansion. It is used for self-defense or concealment. Although I have never learned sword or knife skills, I am good with short sword and dagger. The horizontal sword can be used as a makeshift. I will just find a chance to learn a good sword skill. Put it aside for now.
I bought the silver needles from the female doctor in the academy, and I also learned a little bit of flying needle technique from her. My technique is average, but I made great contributions when fighting against the little Taoist priest. This thing requires hard work and practice. Now I have no chance to study hard, and I have to go back to the academy to continue paying to learn. For the time being, I can only practice hard and achieve a small goal first, which is to hit the Danzhong acupoint every time.
The last thing is a ball of silk thread, which is the Tiancan silk given by Moer.
In the words of the eldest senior brother, this thing is impervious to water and fire, and difficult to break by swords and guns. If it can be made into a vest, it will be a top-quality soft armor.
But with such a palm-sized ball, let alone a vest, I can probably only knit one pair of gloves, and they have to be the kind that expose the fingers.
You can't put a transmitter on your wrist, put a hook on the end of the thread, and then swing back and forth like Spider-Man by releasing spider silk.
Zhao Yushu laughed at himself and was about to put the silk thread away when he suddenly slapped his forehead.
I am such a fool, how could I forget this.
With a thought, an almost transparent dagger appeared in his hand, an invisible sword, Chengying.
When he first got Chengying, Zhao Yushu wondered whether he should learn the sword-wielding technique. However, on the one hand, this was a low-magic world and sword-wielding techniques were not easy to learn. Fortunately, the academy had no shortage of secret manuals. But on the other hand, the silly look of the little Taoist priest standing still and posing was too deeply rooted in people's minds. If Zhao Yushu had the same level of cultivation as him, the time it took for the little Taoist priest to pose would allow Zhao Yushu to kill him dozens of times.
But with this Tiancan silk, the concept is different.
Zhao Yushu tied the Tiancan silk to Chengying's handle and the other end to his own wrist, then swung Chengying violently.
The dagger flew out silently and stuck into the wall with a click, until the handle was gone. Even if one's eyes were open, one could not see the existence of the silk thread between the dagger and the wrist without the help of light.
Old Zhao moved his wrist, the silk thread tightened, and with a whoosh, Chengying flew back at an extremely fast speed.
Old Zhao fell to the ground with a tumble. Chengying flew over to his scalp and nailed to the table behind him.
Damn, I almost stabbed myself.
Although he almost hurt himself by mistake, Zhao Yushu was very happy. This was much better than the sword-controlling technique. He relied on his extremely fast footwork and the elusive shadow-stepping steps to harass and assassinate Madam Xu, who could be killed with one blow. Then there was an invisible sword that appeared and disappeared within a few feet and would hit you out of the blue. In a one-on-one fight, as long as the difference in our skills was not too outrageous, who could beat me?
But as a disciple of an academy, shouldn't I shout "The righteousness of heaven and earth will last forever" and then fight head-on? Why am I acting more and more like an assassin?
Who cares? As the old saying goes, it doesn't matter whether the cat is black or white, as long as it can catch mice, it is a good cat. We are the good young people of the 21st century. We should not be as pedantic as those old antiques like Fengshaonan.
Old Zhao quickly convinced himself and fell asleep with satisfaction while holding the silk from the heavenly silkworm. Mo'er is a good girl, so considerate...