C468

After staying in the village for six days or so, Li Dao quickly walked on the public road. However, he did not ride his sword.

Monsters were common in this world, but cultivators were rare. Up till now, Li Dao had never seen a human cultivator.

On the way to Jinhua City, he had seen quite a bit of unconventional small demons.

The weather was exceptionally hot. Li Dao followed the passersby and sat at a tea shop outside of the village. It was not for the sake of drinking tea, but for the sake of understanding principles.

A scholar sat alone in a corner, and even the shop owner couldn't help but bring a cup of tea in front of him. Li Yao held his chin in his hands. His eyes were empty and his face revealed a smile. His face was yellow and dull without any luster. Li Dao could tell at a glance that this scholar had been entrapped by a ghost girl, a fox demon.

Although he had never seen a ghost before, he still had basic judgement skills.

A few porters were sitting on the other side, bare-chested. They had a strong Jianghu habit of ordering crops.

There were several baskets of dates and two handfuls of cold wine by the door. If he didn't know what kind of world this was, Li Dao would have suspected that the people in front of him were Chao Kai and the others from the Chenyuan class of the Water Margin Sect.

The owner was an old couple, elderly but nimble.

"Young Master, the tea is ready." The little old man placed a bowl of tea in front of Li Dao with a flattering smile on his face.

Li Dao waved his hand, signaling the little old man to withdraw.

After sitting down for a while, Li Dao heard an arrogant voice.

"Old man, quick, bring the best tea in your restaurant to your grandpa. You will get the money."

Looking up, he saw a man in his thirties wearing a thick cotton-padded jacket with a waxy yellow face. In his hand was a pitch-black goat-driving whip, which he used to drive a dozen sheep.

This person's appearance immediately attracted Li Dao's attention. There was no other reason but his appearance was too eye-catching.

In such a hot weather, who would wear a large cotton-padded jacket, unless they had skin disease?

However, this man clearly didn't seem to have a skin disease. Plus, he was a practitioner with the cultivation of level seven precelestial. The pitch-black Yang Whip emitted a faint spirit energy and was clearly an unranked magic tool.

Besides, shepherds had a very low status in this society. They would be submissive to anyone they saw, how could they be as arrogant and despotic as him, calling himself a lord?

The old man jogged around the towel, not looking down on the man just because he was a shepherd. He respectfully led the shepherd into the tea stand.

"Master, please come in. The tea will be served shortly."

The shepherd nodded and said, "Watch out for my sheep. Don't feed them and don't let them touch the water, okay?"

"Master, you can be at ease for a hundred times over. I'll watch the sheep for you, and I won't let anyone touch it."

Satisfied with the old man's promise, the shepherd walked into the tea stand, sat down, and looked around. When he saw Li Dao and the sickly scholar, he had a look of disdain on his face.

When he saw the two handfuls of cold wine at the door, he couldn't help but swallow his saliva, and said, "Wa, those men, how are you selling this wine? Give me two catties."

When the bare-chested men heard this, they looked at the shepherd with disdain. The leader replied, "Our wine is for the Fragrant Sky Tower. Don't be greedy over a small shepherd. We can't afford it even if we sell you."

"What? Say that again?"

The shepherd flew into a rage, then thought of something and gave up. "Isn't it just Fragrant Sky Tower? I've been there one or two times. Other than women being nice, it's not a big deal."

After the shepherd finished mumbling, he sat down to drink his tea, but his eyes kept darting to the two cartons of wine by the door.

Finally, the shepherd could no longer hold it in and stood in front of the men. He took out a piece of ingot and placed it on the table, "This silver should be enough to buy your wine, right?"

The men exchanged glances. Although they were surprised that the shepherd was so rich, they did not intend to investigate further.

The man in the lead put away the ingot on the table and nodded, "Enough, take your own wine. We can drink however much you want."

The shepherd excitedly poured out the tea in his bowl, walked up to it, scooped up a large bowl of wine, raised his head, and gulped it down. After drinking it, the shepherd didn't feel satisfied, so he went up and scooped another bowl. As he repeated this process, he gradually became drunk and his face became red from drinking too much.

At this time, Li Dao had already stopped observing the shepherds. All of his attention was focused on the sheep.