Chapter 15: 15 Believe in Master, You Can Tame a Wild Horse Too! (Please Follow!)

Liu Qingmei's mount is a Tashue Wuzhui, black all over with four snow-white hooves.

After mounting the horse.

Liu Qingmei steered the Tashue Wuzhui beneath her, racing out of the stables like the wind, heading toward Yonghang City.

Liu Qingmei had originally planned to head to the headquarters of the Yuhong Trading Firm in Yonghang City today to handle the crisis the firm was facing and, incidentally, to audit the accounts.

In order to better complete the requirements of Task One, she brought Ning Mu along with her.

"This horse can travel a thousand miles a day and is somewhat bumpy; if you are afraid, you may hold onto Master's waist... or legs."

After leaving the main gate of Cangjian Villa.

Liu Qingmei flicked the reins to increase speed, while speaking to Ning Mu, who was sitting behind her in close contact.

As she spoke, she forced herself to calm down, trying her best to keep her tone normal.

But when the last two words were softly exhaled from her sandalwood lips, she still could not suppress her heart, which was pounding like a startled deer.

"Many thanks, Master!"

Ning Mu feigned ignorance of Liu Qingmei's strange and special care; his hand first rested on Liu Qingmei's graceful, slender, and well-proportioned waist, then slowly slid down.

To ease the awkward mood and atmosphere, Liu Qingmei steered the Tashue Wuzhui while changing the subject, saying: "Do not overthink it; believe in Master, and in time, you will surely be able to tame a wild horse and gallop freely!"

"Mm, Master is right!"

"Disciple... I certainly will!"

Ning Mu nodded firmly.

The first one that needs taming is none other than the wild horse right in front of him! Watching the back of Liu Qingmei's ears turn red, Ning Mu could not help but harbor a mischievous smile at the corner of his mouth.

The journey passed in silence.

Two and a half hours later.

In front of a tea stall by the official road.

"In another hour, we will be able to enter the city; let us rest here for a while."

"Very well, Master."

"You may take your hand away..."

"Uh... sorry Master, it was too slippery."

"You brat..."

Liu Qingmei steered the Tashue Wuzhui to a stop, and after waiting for Ning Mu to dismount, she also swung herself off the horse.

Throughout this journey.

Although the two spoke very little.

But at such a close distance, coupled with the fact that Ning Mu's hand had remained on her leg or waist the entire time, invisibly, the distance and awkwardness between master and disciple had lessened, replaced by a touch more intimacy and naturalness.

"Waiter, bring tea, and a few snacks."

"Get the best horse feed for the horse."

Liu Qingmei, dressed in simple attire, walked into the tea stall with practiced ease, casually laying her sword across the table as she instructed the waiter.

"Coming right up, honored guest."

The waiter responded, first going to prepare the tea, while simultaneously instructing the stable hand to prepare high-quality soybean feed for Liu Qingmei's horse.

The tea stall was not large.

But there were quite a few guests.

Most were travelers from nearby villages or people of the pugilistic world stopping here to rest.

Ning Mu's gaze was drawn to a group of people in the corner with varied appearances.

They were men and women, including burly men with curly beards and petite, exquisite young maidens wearing various silver ornaments, their faces painted with strange and peculiar makeup.

The presence of this group gave Ning Mu a sense of déjà vu, as if watching a period martial arts film.

"Do not look."

Suddenly.

Liu Qingmei made Ning Mu withdraw his gaze.

"Master..." Ning Mu looked at Liu Qingmei, puzzled.

Liu Qingmei lowered her head to drink tea, and after blowing away the foam, her voice was soft and slow; seemingly casual, she was actually offering a reminder: "They should be followers of the Blood Lotus Sect of the Demonic Path from Xiao Mountain in Western Zhou. I do not know why they have appeared here. We have other important matters on this trip, so let us try to avoid trouble."

The Demonic Path?

Ning Mu nodded, withdrew his gaze, and drank his tea and ate his snacks to himself.

And as Ning Mu lowered his head.

In the opposite corner.

The petite, exquisite maiden with red makeup painted on her tender white face also cast her gaze over.

Her bright, lively eyes first lit up slightly, then radiated a hint of cunning.

Then, she was seen rising and walking over.

Accompanied by her light, lotus-like steps, the silver ornaments on her clothes jingled, sounding very pleasant.

"Little gentleman is so handsome; I have a Dual Cultivation Method here, how about you join me in harvesting yin to replenish yang?"

The maiden sat down next to Ning Mu with familiar ease, resting her chin on one hand, looking at Ning Mu teasingly.

Her voice was lively and pleasant, but it was mixed with a very stiff accent.

Clearly, she had come from a foreign land.

Ning Mu could not help but be stunned.

So bold?

Inviting him to Double Cultivation in public? But before he could react!

Liu Qingmei knitted her brows slightly and flicked her hand, and a vast, invisible force surged up at once.

Before the young girl could react, that force enveloped her body and sent her back to the seat she had occupied before.

"So young and yet shameless; is there no one to discipline you?"

Liu Qingmei's cold voice echoed in the small tea stall.

In an instant.

The young girl's group all put away their playful expressions, suddenly acting as if facing a formidable enemy, drawing their Wuji one after another and staring vigilantly at Liu Qingmei and Ning Mu.

"Xiaoman, are you alright!"

One of the bearded men pulled out a strangely shaped curved blade while looking at the girl with concern.

The girl called Xiaoman, slow to react, shook her head in a daze.

She herself had not even realized what happened.

She did not know how it happened, but she had suddenly been sent back.

But immediately, she realized that there was an expert on the other side!

She immediately shrank into the middle of the crowd.

It was clear that her status was important, as this group protected her tightly.

"Heroine, it was my Xiaoman who was reckless; I ask for the heroine's forgiveness."

Seeing that Xiaoman was fine, the bearded man felt relieved and looked at Liu Qingmei.

"We will pay for the two of you's expenses at the tea stall. Additionally, here is a Blood Spirit Grass picked from the depths of the great mountains; please accept it as an apology, and I ask for your magnanimity!"

As he finished speaking.

The bearded man threw a cloth bundle over, which landed accurately in front of Liu Qingmei.

Liu Qingmei did not speak; she lightly pulled open the cloth bundle to take a look, took it for herself without ceremony, and then picked up her teacup and took a light sip.

Seeing Liu Qingmei's reaction, the bearded man finally felt slightly at ease and signaled his men to sit down.

Someone in the middle was confused and started an argument.

It was just that they were speaking a dialect, so Ning Mu could not understand.

But under the bearded man's pressure, the argument quickly dissipated.

The young girl Xiaoman also looked unconvinced, but hindered by the bearded man's restraint and the fear of Liu Qingmei's strength, she could only let it go.

However.

The look in her eyes when she gazed at Ning Mu always carried a sparkling light.

That kind of look was as if she had seen an item she extremely favored and wanted to take it for herself.

Afterward, everyone was at peace.

Half an hour later.

The exhaustion of the people and horses had been resolved.

Liu Qingmei picked up her precious sword, unceremoniously stuffed the cloth bundle containing the Blood Spirit Grass into her bosom, and then signaled for Ning Mu to get up and leave the tea stall.

They did not pay the bill for the tea or the horse feed either.

It was not that they could not afford this little bit of money.

For Liu Qingmei, this money was merely a drop in the ocean.

She just did not want to cause trouble; Cangjian Villa was currently in a troubled autumn, and it was best not to clash with this Blood Lotus Sect.

Accepting the Blood Spirit Grass and letting the other party pay the bill indicated that this matter was completely turned over.

She did not take it to heart.

If the other party was smart enough, they would also understand this layer of meaning.

In the Jianghu, one less enemy is one less foe.

Not to mention that she was a Grandmaster-level powerhouse with profound strength; if one could avoid offending her, one naturally would! In fact, if she were not afraid of trouble, how could those few Blood Lotus Sect members be a match for Liu Qingmei, a dignified Sitting Reflection Grandmaster? But killing is easy.

However, in broad daylight, at a busy intersection, it would be very difficult to destroy the evidence! She mounted the Tashue Wuzhui.

They stepped onto the official road toward Yonghang City once again.

Along the way, there were significantly more pedestrians.

"Little Mu, how do you think the two sisters, Chunzhi and Xia Chan, are serving you?"

The Tashue Wuzhui no longer galloped but walked at a steady pace on the official road.

Ning Mu pressed his whole body against Liu Qingmei's back, his hands placed on her waist and abdomen to steady himself.

Liu Qingmei spoke suddenly, which made Ning Mu freeze for a moment.

But immediately, he realized that Liu Qingmei was about to do the second task!

(End of this chapter)