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"Who did all this? Why do I feel an inexplicable sense of guilt?" Li Hong said, his heart racing.
404 replied with confusion, "That's not right. This world has no abnormalities at all; it's clearly a natural change rather than a human alteration."
"Natural change? So, this isn't even Journey to the West anymore?" Li Hong said, feeling quite frustrated.
Whose version of Journey to the West would have such a boring and cliché plot?
"Who cares? Why think so much about it?" 404 comforted him.
Li Hong smacked his lips uncertainly and said, "But I can't shake the feeling that the Journey to the West world turning into this is somehow related to me!"
"Do whatever you want..."
At this point, 404 fell silent; such matters were unpredictable.
...
In the Great Meng Dynasty, Wu Cheng'en curled up in a study of less than ten square meters, staring blankly at a brazier.
His elderly partner approached, glanced at Wu Cheng'en's feet, and sighed, "Why bother? Decades of hard work, all wasted in an instant."
"A woman wouldn't understand anything!"
Wu Cheng'en said seriously, explaining, "I've been to a world hundreds of years in the future and witnessed more vibrant and intricate storytelling mediums. I can write a better Journey to the West! If that's the case, then let it burn!"
Wu Cheng'en quickly got up and walked towards the desk. He picked up the still-drying paper and said arrogantly, "Look at my new revision; the Top Three chapter has introduced the Cheat Code and even provoked Li Shimin's hatred. The rest of it is all about showing off and slapping faces—truly a classic example of a satisfying read!"
Li Hong, of course, had no idea what had happened with the Demon. If he knew that taking Wu Cheng'en to Blue Star had triggered this reaction, he would surely regret it.
Right now, Li Hong was still troubled about how to get to Chang'an.
It was four hundred miles away, and even if he took his time, it would be dark soon.
He could only manage to get by in the mortal realm for now; he couldn't fly or use any Daoist techniques. So, he shouldn't even think about those miraculous shortcuts.
"What troubles you, Master?"
"I wish to travel to Chang'an, but I fear night will fall. Without Daoist skills, it's hard to fend off the Wind Shadow. I seek one thing to aid my journey."
"Speak plainly!"
Li Hong pouted and muttered, "I need a means of transport; I don't want to walk."
"Ah, I see!"
The Old Farmer pointed down the mountain and smiled, "Why not find the Bailiff from the village? He has come from the south and is set to deliver a batch of documents to Chang'an. Instead of traveling alone, you could catch a ride with him."
"Who taught you to speak such half-hearted nonsense?" Li Hong asked, feeling quite speechless.
Old Farmer chuckled, "Well, you see, the author isn't very good with language, so just bear with it."
"Alright then, lead the way. I want to see that Bailiff."
Just as Li Hong was about to follow Old Farmer down the mountain, he suddenly remembered something.
"Oh right, there's also Old Military Doctor!"
With that, he grabbed the creature and took it along.
Once they were out of the Journey to the West world, wouldn't it be great to have Old Military Doctor check on his kidney deficiency?
"I... I don't want to go! Let me go!" The creature struggled fiercely under Li Hong's armpit with a clear and crisp voice.
Li Hong casually slapped it.
"Shut up, I've silenced you. You have no right to speak."
"Big bad guy... let me go!"
Oh ho, even after being silenced, it dared to provoke the administrator?
Li Hong was furious. He picked up a fist-sized clod of dirt and forcefully stuffed it into the monster's mouth. Then, he tightly squeezed it under his armpit, rendering the creature immobile.
"Now the world is quiet!"
Old Farmer felt a pang of sympathy. He wanted to say a kind word for the monster, but when he saw Li Hong's mocking gaze, he immediately shut his mouth.
I can't provoke him! I can't provoke him!
The valley wasn't high, and after a leisurely walk with many stops, the two finally arrived at the village where Old Farmer lived.
The village lay nestled in a valley surrounded by towering mountains, with peaks that seemed to touch the sky.
Ancient trees provided shade at the village entrance, where several plow oxen were tied under a Poplar tree, munching on tender grass. A large, smooth stone that glimmered with a green hue was placed in the shade of the tree at the village entrance.
An elderly man dressed in green, with hair and beard as white as snow, sat on the stone with a rosy complexion, singing a ballad. Beside him was a set of cups and bowls exuding the fragrance of wine.
Before Li Hong and Old Farmer could approach, they heard the old man clapping his hands and singing to himself: "Don't look at me as just a sheep; the cleverness of sheep is beyond imagination..."
"Cough cough..." Li Hong nearly choked on his own saliva.
I went through all that buildup for this?
Old Farmer awkwardly said to Li Hong, "Please don't take offense, Master. This is our village's Old Village Chief. He usually acts like this; after drinking a bit of horse urine, he starts rambling nonsensically. Please don't mind him."
"Alright..."
Li Hong walked forward, feeling a bit exasperated, and greeted, "Old Village Chief?"
The Old Village Chief turned to glance at Li Hong, then stopped his singing, curious as he asked, "Which temple did this monk sneak out from? Where are you off to now?"
"Monk?"
This was too much to bear; being called a bald donkey to his face ignited Li Hong's anger. He rolled up his sleeves and gave the Old Village Chief a good thrashing.
"Who do you think you are? Which of your eyes saw me as a monk?"
"Quick... use... the nunchaku... haha... please stop..."
After a brief lesson in manners, the two finally managed to have a serious conversation.
"Oh, are you heading to Chang'an, brother?"
Li Hong nodded and explained, "I heard from that Old Farmer that there's a Bailiff passing through your village on the way to Chang'an, so I came to ask if I could hitch a ride."
The Old Village Chief's expression grew serious as he frowned and said, "Brother, it's not that I don't want to help you, but this is a matter concerning the Bailiff, and we shouldn't interfere."
With that, his wrinkled hand reached out towards Li Hong.
Li Hong remained silent, contemplating his next move.
He pulled out a ten Soft Sister Coins and handed it to the Old Village Chief, allowing their conversation to continue.
"How about this? Since the Bailiff hasn't set off yet, I'll go ask around for you," the Old Village Chief offered.
"Thank you, Old Village Chief," Li Hong replied with a respectful fist salute.
"No need for such formalities. You're a guest, and it's my duty to help," the Old Village Chief insisted.
There was no denying it; the Old Village Chief held significant influence in the village. After a brief commotion, the Bailiff nodded in agreement to Li Hong's request to accompany him.
Moreover, the Old Village Chief brought good news: the three Bailiffs had four horses, which meant Li Hong wouldn't have to share a mount.
Upon hearing this, Li Hong felt relieved.
Not having to ride with someone else was certainly a blessing.
The Bailiff had been in the village for quite some time, and it was soon time for them to set off again.
With one person per horse, the four of them quickly bid farewell to the Old Village Chief and the villagers before heading towards Chang'an.
Indeed, they were walking towards it...
Looking at the three individuals leading their horses step by step below, Li Hong asked with a pained expression, "Why are you walking when you have horses? Are you all crazy?"
"Master, please don't be angry. Let me ask you, why is a horse faster than a person?"
"What the hell, are you stupid? A horse has four legs, and you only have two!"
The Bailiff smiled slightly and pointed to his own feet. "If that's the case, then am I not walking faster than a horse right now? After all, I currently have six legs."
"..."
Li Hong's face seemed to say that he had no words to counter such a reasonable argument.
How did he come to the conclusion that six legs could walk faster than four?
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