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The sky had brightened as a wisp of purple qi rose from the east.

The grass by the side of the road was covered in dewdrops, making it seem exceptionally crystalline.

After a night of travel, Li Dao was still full of energy. This was the difference between having inner force and not having any.

Qiannan Mountain is located at the boundary of Shaanxi Province. In this era, Shaanxi Province is undoubtedly sparsely populated and desolate.

While Li Dao was hurrying on his way, he was also practising some martial arts of teleportation.

Fortunately, his comprehension ability was quite good, so cultivating it wasn't too difficult.

The sun was high in the sky, and the burning hot sun was shining on people's faces, making them ache.

Li Yao finally walked into a small town. The people in the town were sparse and were completely different from the people he saw on TV.

In fact, if one thought about it, it was understandable. The productivity of the ancient era was low. Unless it was a market fair, how could there be so many people in a small town?

There were only two inns in the town, and their names were not pleasant to see.

Li Dao casually walked into an inn. His name was called Wang Youfu Inn.

Using a person's name as the inn's name, and the four words on the signboard being too ugly to look at.

People often had a misconception about the ancient era. They believed that the small towns or cities in the ancient era were definitely the brothels and the gambling houses were everywhere.

Actually, that's not the case. In an ancient small town, having a tavern or inn was already a good thing. A brothel gambling house or something would not be a good idea.

Li Dao walked into the inn with a long sword in his hand. He looked around and realized that the inn was empty. There was not a single customer in sight.

The table was covered in dust, but the waiter did not come to greet him. There was only the shopkeeper, who was dozing off on the table.

Li Dao knocked on the table, waking the shopkeeper up.

The manager was a middle-aged man in his forties, and when he saw that a guest had arrived, a smile appeared on his face.

However, when he saw the sword in Li Dao's hand, his expression changed once again.

In this era, the people were most afraid of the government and the landlords. Then came the martial artists. The bullies had to be at the end of the line. It was common for people in the martial arts world to bully ordinary people by relying on their strength. Moreover, the yamen often ignored them and turned a blind eye.

Besides, people from the martial arts world came and went often. They were temperamental, and it was normal for them to draw their swords without a word.

In the end, most of the people in the martial arts world were a bunch of lawless and desperate people. There might be some chivalrous people, but it was still extremely rare.

How many people would be willing to be ordinary after obtaining power beyond the ordinary?

After all, novels and TV dramas are the result of artistic processing, and cannot be equated with the real Jianghu.

The word 'martial arts' itself represented bloodshed and violence. Fresh clothes, angry horses, the love between a child and a girl. Swordplay and Heaven's Edge were all just illusions. How could the martial arts world be so beautiful?

"Master, please come in." The shopkeeper carefully forced a smile, afraid that Li Dao would pull out his sword and cut him down.

He took out a shiny black rag, led Li Dao to the table, and quickly began to wipe the table.

"Master, may I ask if you're here to take care of him or to stay in the inn?" The shopkeeper revealed a row of yellowing teeth, trying his best to appear cordial.

Li Dao didn't mind the shopkeeper's thoughts at all. He said, "Cut two catties of cooked beef and give me one catty of red girl."

However, Li Dao noticed that the shopkeeper didn't move at all. Just as he was about to inquire about the matter, the shopkeeper spoke.

"Master, the store does not sell beef or red hair of a woman."

After the shopkeeper finished speaking, he felt slightly apprehensive. He carefully glanced at Li Dao and only relaxed when he saw that Li Dao had no intention of drawing his sword.

Li Dao could not help but laugh. It seemed like he was poisoned by the TV series as well. Cultivation cattle were the lifeblood of ordinary families in ancient times. How could there be beef for sale in a small town like this?