C77

After leaving the Jia Residence, Chen Jing was strolling on the streets. His mind was filled with the information he had obtained today. Just what kind of place was Clear Sky Star? Or perhaps, what had happened to him? From the feeling of it, it should be an alien planet, but why was it so similar to ancient China? Could it be that that conjecture was actually true? The humans on Earth really came from another planet? He had coincidentally come to the hometown of humanity? But then why was Dream of the Red Chamber involved? Chen was well aware that Cao Xueqin was born in the 18th century, was a real Qing Dynasty person, and her fictitious Dream of Red Mansions should also be a matter of the Ming Dynasty.

Chen Jing kept thinking along the way, but how could he understand? Unknowingly, Chen Jing had already wandered around the streets and alleys of the ancient city for a long time. However, one thing that made Chen Jing feel strange was that it was noon when he arrived in this city, because Chen Jing remembered that he had observed the shadow of the sun. In this period of time, Chen Jing went to the Imperial Hospital, visited the Jia family mansion, and then wandered around the streets for 5 to 6 hours. In this period of time, Chen Jing went to the Imperial Hospital, went to the Jia family mansion, and then wandered around the streets for 5 to 6 hours.

Of course, Chen Jing couldn't figure it out, but he was too lazy to think about it. Chen Jing had already seen the golden signboard with the words "Pleasing Hostel" in front of him.

"Lil 'Bro, stay here." Chen Jing walked into the inn, took out the silver ingot that the purple cuckoo had given him, and said to a young man in a long gown and a black hat behind the counter.

"Alright then, guest. We have the best rooms, lower rooms, and a shared bed. Which type of room would the guest like to stay in?" The long-sleeved young man was very cordial.

"Let's have a room."

"How many days will the guest stay?"

"I wonder how long this silver can stay for?" Chen Jing did not know the price.

"Customer, this is 10 taels of silver, you can stay here for 50 days."

"Waiter, number nine, fifty yuan, as soon as possible." Just as Chen Jing was about to answer, three scholar-like people walked in from outside. A tall and thin middle-aged man said to the long-sleeved young man.

"Sure, you go first. We'll have the food and wine soon." The long-sleeved young man was very nimble. After speaking to the few scholars, he lowered his head and shouted at something that looked like a loudspeaker on the counter, "Nine of Heaven, 50 dollars for dishes and wine."

"Excuse me, sir. How many days will you be staying here?" After roaring, the long-sleeved guy turned around and apologetically said to Chen Jing.

"Put the money on the counter first. I'll calculate it together later. I want 50 yuan for the dishes and wine as well." When Chen Jing heard that others wanted food and wine, he realized that he had not eaten for almost a year.

This is your room plate and bill, sir. I'll bring you your food and wine later." The long-sleeved young man used the brush on the counter to write a few words on a piece of paper and stamped a seal on it. Then, he turned around and took out a wooden board from a small cabinet on the back and passed it to Chen Jing.

Chen Jing took it over and found that the sign was inscribed with the words "Heaven Number 18". The document was written with the words "Ten taels of silver to deposit". The position of the "Ten taels of silver" was covered with a red square stamp.

Under the lead of another young man in short clothes, Chen Jing arrived at a room on the second floor. The room was neatly arranged, with a simple bed in the corner. The floor was carpeted and spotless, and against the right-hand wall was a small square red table with four round stools. In the center of the small table, on a wooden tray, was a small porcelain teapot and two teacups.

Not long after Chen Jing entered the room, a waiter brought over a huge table full of delicacies and a jug of wine. Not long after Chen Jing entered the room, a waiter brought over a large amount of delicacies and a jug of wine.

After that, Chen Jing, who had not slept for more than a year, slept soundly after having had enough to eat, and when he woke up, it was already the afternoon of the second day. After Chen Jing woke up, she walked around outside for a bit, and her stomach growled again as she felt hungry.

At the same time Chen Jing returned to the inn, in the alleyway of Luo Guo Inn, three hundred meters behind the Elegant Lodge, on the rarely seen bluestone path, he suddenly dashed past a group of black robed warriors, sending a reed chicken, which was taking a walk in the alleyway, flying up to the short wall.

A few minutes later, the Rushflower Chicken that had just been settled flew down from the wall, and was about to stand on a big basket to sing a song when the big basket suddenly moved. The Rushflower Chicken flew onto the wall again, and when it looked down, it discovered that a person who was different from its owner had come out from under the basket. Of course, it was hard to tell who the chicken belonged to. If Chen Jing was here, he would immediately see that it was a girl dressed in colorful clothes. Judging by her slim and graceful figure, she should be a beauty, but who exactly was she? Naturally, Chen Jing didn't know either.

After she came out of the basket, she tore a piece of cloth from her sleeve, wrapped it around the wound on her leg, and stood up to look around. Just as she was thinking about where to run to, she turned around and saw that the other black clad warriors had returned to the alleyway.

"BOOM, BOOM, BOOM!" As soon as Chen Jing started to eat, there was an urgent knock on the door. Chen Jing had no choice but to put down his chopsticks, get up and open the door. A woman in a costume with blood on her left leg squeezed through the door.

"Young master, save me!" The woman ran into the room and quickly hid behind the bed.

"As long as you are loyal to the Prince's Mansion, no one is allowed to move. Otherwise, kill them all!" Before Chen Jing could react, an arrogant voice came from outside.

Chen Jing naturally wasn't someone who was afraid of things and naturally didn't dislike the matter of a hero saving the beauty. He turned around and glanced at the bed. With a bitter smile, he shook his head and closed the door, then sat down to eat and drink as if nothing had happened.

The noise outside was unceasing, and Chen Jing knew that Prince Zhongshun's residence was being searched from door to door. Sure enough, a dozen minutes later, Chen Jing's door was kicked open, and three black-uniformed warriors rushed in.

"Prince Zhong Shun's Mansion is in charge, stay at the side and don't move!" One of the short, stocky men raised his steel saber, threatening Chen Jing for a while, then ordered the other two, "Search!"

"Stop!" Who allowed you to come in? " Naturally, Chen Jing could not be searched by them.

"Un, hmph, you sure are courageous. How dare you interfere in the matters of Prince Zhongshun's Mansion?" The short, stocky man sneered at Chen Jing when he saw that he dared to act so arrogantly. "Wang San, go and kill him!" he ordered one of the men holding a sword.

"Yes sir!" The man named Wang San immediately stabbed at Chen Jing with his sword.

How could Chen Jing let him do as he pleased? With a flick of his left pinky, he stabbed the right arm of the man with the Shaoze Sword Art. To tell the truth, as Chen Jing's cultivation grew deeper and deeper, the power of the Six Passages Divine Sword grew stronger and stronger, to the point where even ordinary Xiantian experts could easily kill him. That man was only at the late stage of the Flesh Training, and had not even reached the Perfection Boundary, but he was still able to withstand the energy of Chen Jing's Shaoze Sword.

Seeing the situation, the other two people were shocked and immediately retreated to the side of the door with their swords held in front of their chests. The short and stout man threatened: "Do you know who we are? You can't afford to offend Prince Zhongshun's Mansion! "

"Who cares about your bullshit Duke Mansion, f * ck off!" If you spoil my mood, then you don't have to leave! " Chen Jing wasn't in the mood to chat with them.

"Alright, alright, just you wait, just you wait." The short, stocky man was obviously scared. He threatened as he led his men and retreated, leaving behind a trail of blood and a long sword.

Seeing the three of them leave, Chen Jing was about to call for the woman behind the bed when he noticed that the sword on the floor was shining with a silvery light, appearing quite extraordinary. Seeing the situation, Chen Jing didn't bother to greet the woman behind the bed. First, he had to take a look at this extraordinary sword. Therefore, Chen Jing stood up and walked forward. He bent down to pick up the sword. Unexpectedly, the sword was so light in his hands. It seemed to be far inferior to his own tungsten steel sword.

Chen Jing, who was a little disappointed, weighed the long sword in his hand and then swung it casually.

"Hmm, what's going on?" Chen Jing suddenly realized that the sword in his hand had absorbed a portion of his Qi, and had slashed out a sword light, slicing a hole in the wall!

He didn't expect that just a single sword strike could overturn Chen Jing's knowledge. It seemed like this world wasn't simple! Was it a bit rash of him to be so high-profile? Thinking of this, Chen Jing couldn't help but feel a tinge of regret. However, Chen Jing understood in just a few moments. After all, he had already met with this situation. How could he ignore it? Although Chen Jing did not consider himself a knight, he still had a chivalrous heart!

"Milord, this is the place." Just as Chen Jing was thinking about this, the sound of footsteps came from the corridor outside the door. Then, he noticed that the short and stout man from before had led a tall, thin, white-robed scholar with eyebrows as well as a large group of warriors with swords and sticks into the door.

"He's here!" Chen Jing could not help but let out a bitter laugh. However, he had expected this to happen. After all, what was supposed to happen would eventually happen.

"Kid, weren't you very unreasonable just now? "Let me see again!" The short and stout man was full of courage. After entering the door, he pointed and shouted at Chen Jing.

"Everyone, I wonder what you are here for?" Chen Jing was naturally not afraid of the aggressive visitors, but he had already decided to keep a low profile, so he stood up and asked softly.

"Milord, it's this bastard. He crippled Wang San's right hand and doesn't even put the King's Mansion in his eyes." In front of the white robed scholar, the short and stocky man had changed his appearance again. Chen Jing couldn't help but think of the traitor Chen Jing had during the war.

The white-robed cultivator held a folding fan in his hand. He tapped it against the fan as he stared at Chen Jing. Moments later, he coldly said, "Kong Kim, go. Take him."

"Sir, I am too small here to entertain you. Can we talk outside?" Chen Jing understood that the white-robed cultivator was an expert. Naturally, he didn't want to fight in a room.

"Fine, but I advise you not to think too much in front of me. You won't be able to escape!" The white robed cultivator sinisterly said. Then, with a "shua" sound, he opened the folding fan and deeply shouted, "Please!"

Chen Jing didn't want to chat with him any longer. He directly flew out of the window, followed by the white-robed scholar. The others, however, all of a sudden jumped out of the window and into the backyard.

The backyard of the Yue Lai Inn was extremely spacious, at least two acres or more in size. There were stables on both sides of the inn, with horses tethered in half and several carriages nearby. It seemed like this place was specially used for the guests to keep their horses and park their carriages.

After Chen Jing flew down from the window, he landed in the middle of the backyard. That two-meter-long strong man, Kong Kim, jumped out from the window. He stood up and swung his axe at Chen Jing.

"Kong Kim, come back!" Seeing this, the white robed cultivator hurriedly shouted.

That strong man, Kong Kim, was very obedient. However, he did not wake up. After stopping his body, he said unhappily, "Milord, why didn't you let me kill him?"

The white robed cultivator ignored the muscular man and walked straight to within five meters of Chen Jing. He laughed out loud and said, "Haha, so you are an expert. However, with that low-grade magic tool in your hand that is even inferior to this broken piece of paper fan, wanting to defeat this mid-grade magic tool in my hand that is the Bone Cleansing Spirit Paper Fan is probably a fantasy! I am also someone who loves talented people. Your esteemed name is, why don't you follow me and serve the Duke? I will protect your glory for the rest of your life! "

"I am Chen Jing. Thank you for your kindness, Sir Bai. However, I am used to loafing around. I am afraid that I will have to brush off Sir Bai's good intentions. Sir, please return. I will not send you off." Chen Jing didn't like the cold side of the white robed scholar. Besides, Prince Zhongshun was a major villain in Cao Xueqin's eyes, so how could she follow him?

"Ignorant brat, you don't know how to appreciate favors, right? Fine, fine, today I will teach you a lesson!" With a "shua" sound, the white robed cultivator opened up his fan and waved it at Chen Jing. Dozens of energy waves shot out from the fan's bones, ferociously rushing towards Chen Jing.

Even if he stood still, it was likely that he would not be able to injure Chen Jing the slightest bit. Of course, Chen Jing was not someone who was willing to take a beating, so he used his energy to lightly wave the sword in his right hand, and also released a bit of energy. However, this energy was much more condensed than the dozen or so energy waves that the white-clothed scholar had. However, the quality of the folding fan was quite good. Although Chen Jing's force forced the fan and the white-clothed cultivator to retreat more than ten steps, it was unable to injure the folding fan in the slightest.

"No, impossible!" After the white-robed cultivator had stabilized his body, he looked at Chen Jing and said, "You, you're not a Sky Level warrior!"

"Who cares what level I am, are you going or not?" How could Chen Jing be willing to talk with him? He raised his sword and was about to swing it down.

"Stop, let's go." The white robed cultivator was shocked and hurriedly led his men out of the backyard.

After seeing the white-robed cultivator and the others retreat, he couldn't help but lower his head and look at the sword in his hand. He muttered to himself, "This is clearly a good sword, but why is it so tattered in the eyes of the white-robed cultivator? I wonder what rank the best swords in this world are?" Thinking of this, Chen Jing could not help but secretly swear that he would definitely get a good sword to look at.