flstandardbreds Chapter 197 Taking a boat
Chapter 197 Taking a boat
As he stepped onto the deck, Song Yu was visibly excited.
They were on a cargo ship with three floors, a caravan.
The boss personally welcomed them on board.
Song Yu looked at the boss's slightly fawning attitude towards Qingluo and couldn't help but wonder, "How much did Qingluo pay for the fare? Isn't the boss too polite?"
She whispered crickets in Qingling's ear.
Qing Ling raised the corner of his lips slightly, tilted his head slightly, and whispered: "I didn't give you any money."
Song Yu was even more puzzled: "If he didn't give me any money, why is he acting like this?" He rolled his eyes and asked tentatively: "Did he resort to violence?"
Having said that, I looked carefully at the boss's expression. Besides flattery, there seemed to be a hint of fear.
If this is true, Song Yu doesn't want to get on this boat.
Just as she was hesitating about how to tell Qingling that they should either pay or continue riding, she heard Qingling continue whispering.
"This is the Qingyang Sect's caravan." Qingling said with a happy voice.
Song Yu was shocked and looked up suddenly. Qing Ling raised his hand and pointed at the flag on the ship: "Look at the lower right corner."
Song Yu looked up and saw a gray-white flag fluttering in the wind. In the lower right corner were two entangled green dragons with bared fangs and claws.
"Is that the symbol of Qingyang Sect?" Song Yu asked tentatively.
Qing Ling nodded: "From now on, wherever you see this sign, it will be the property of the Qingyang Sect."
"Does... Qingyang Sect have many industries?" Song Yu asked.
Qing Ling thought for a moment and said, "Not a lot, but I have dabbled in various industries."
Song Yu was surprised: "He's really rich." After thinking for a moment, he said: "The leader is so rich, when will he pay for the medicine?"
Qing Ling raised his eyebrows, looked at Song Yu and said, "No."
Song Yu frowned: "Ha, you, the dignified leader, are you still trying to shirk your responsibility?"
Qingling took her hand and said, "It's all yours, and I am yours too."
Song Yu was stunned for a moment, then squinted at him with a probing look in his eyes, and said, "I find that you are becoming more and more talkative."
Qing Ling lowered his head and faced Song Yu. Just as he was about to speak, he heard a light cough beside him: "Cough!"
They looked over and saw Qingluo. Qingluo glanced at their clasped hands and moved away expressionlessly.
"The boss wants to take us to the room." Qingluo said.
The three of them lived in the best rooms on the ship. The three rooms were next to each other, and Song Yu slept in the middle.
Although it is the best, it is not a passenger ship but a merchant ship after all.
So the room overall is not as sophisticated as the rooms in the inn.
However, Song Yu was still very satisfied that he could see the scenery by opening the window.
After leaving the port and sailing out of the inland river, we arrived at the river.
The river was surging, but the boat was relatively stable.
At noon, the boss and his men prepared a sumptuous lunch.
The table was filled with fish, shrimps and crabs, and Song Yu ate to his heart's content.
"How long will we have to sit here?" Song Yu stood on the deck, holding the railing with his hands, and asked Qing Ling beside him.
Qing Ling said: "Two days."
"Will we reach Qingyang Mountain in two days?" Song Yu asked carefully.
Qing Ling said, "Almost. We can reach Wentian City, the closest city to Qingyang, in two days. It only takes half a day on horseback to get from Wentian City to the foot of Qingyang Mountain."
"That's quite convenient." Song Yu said.
"Yes, if you want, you can go shopping in Wentian City when the time comes." Qingling said.
"Okay." Song Yu agreed happily.
Qing Ling was in a very good mood. Song Yu looked at him, then turned around, leaned against the railing, glanced towards the cabin, and said, "Qing Luo, are you in a bad mood?"
Qing Ling said: "Why do you ask?"
Song Yu said, "I don't know if it's my illusion, but since this morning, I've felt that Qingluo seems unhappy.
Although she usually doesn't look happy, her mood today seems particularly different."
After saying that, he paused for a moment and then asked, "Is it because of the assassin last night?"
Qing Ling was impressed by Song Yu's attentiveness. He thought for a moment, then nodded and said, "Yes, the assassin last night was Murong Qianjun."
"Murong Qianjun?" Song Yu was puzzled.
Qing Ling nodded and said, "The deputy leader of the Qingyang Sect is also the only son of the previous leader. Do you remember the people who were chasing us? They were sent by him."
Song Yu was shocked. Qingling had never mentioned these situations before.
She thought for a moment and said, "Since he is the son of the previous leader, why did you keep him and make him the deputy leader?"
Qing Ling was a little surprised by Song Yu's words. Instead of answering, he asked, "Do you think I should kill him?"
Song Yu said, "Given your personality, you would eradicate the problem completely, right?"
"Ayu, you really understand me." Qingling smiled, he seemed very happy.
Song Yu was puzzled. She asked, "Is he seeking revenge on you?"
Qing Ling said: "He hid his identity very well before, but later he and Ye Xu teamed up to kill me. It was only later that I learned his true identity."
Song Yu asked, "Has he always known that he is the son of the previous leader?"
Qing Ling said: "I know."
Song Yu asked, "Does he also know about what his father did?"
"I'm not sure." Qing Ling said honestly, "Murong Qianjun has a tough heart and hides his true identity very well. If I hadn't come back from the dead, I'm afraid I would never know his true face."
Song Yu asked, "So he went after Qingluo last night?"
Qing Ling said: "No, he went after you. His martial arts skills are not as good as mine, so he wanted to kill you and make me suffer."
"So, Qingluo was implicated by me." A flash of guilt crossed Song Yu's face.
Qing Ling grabbed her shoulders and said, “No, Qing Luo and I were responsible for his father’s death.
It’s only a matter of time before he seeks revenge on Qingluo, but…”
Qing Ling paused for a moment, and Song Yu asked, "But what?"
Qing Ling sneered and said, "However, I don't know when he started to have inappropriate thoughts about his father's murderer."
Song Yu murmured Qing Ling's last words, which was not what he should have thought about, and the words were quite ambiguous.
She thought for a moment, then suddenly looked up at Qing Ling and hesitantly expressed her guess: "You mean, he likes Qing Luo?"
Qing Ling nodded, and Song Yu asked, "What about Qing Luo?"
Qing Ling said: "She wishes she could eat his flesh and drink his blood."
Song Yu could understand such deep hatred.
Qingluo, the girl who was once defined as a demon cult witch, was only eighteen years old, but she had lived an inhuman life for more than ten years.
Qingling had told her some of Qingluo's past before. Although it was not complete, Song Yu found it hard to imagine how she had survived just by listening to those fragments.
Also, in the original novel, there is not much description of this holy lady of the demon cult.
But from the characters and the conversations and discussions between passersby, we can also get a glimpse of how difficult it is to play this role.
For example, the most talked about thing is her identity. Some say she is lowly and shameless. To put it nicely, she is a saint, but to put it bluntly, no one knows how she climbed into the bed of two leaders.
The simplest and most convenient way to slander a woman is to talk about her chastity.
No matter how powerful this woman is and how much hardship she has endured, she has reached heights that ordinary people cannot reach.
Whenever morality is not held to the highest standards, it will always be criticized without reason.