My Wife Is A Sword Immortal-Chapter 516 - 343: The Buddha-like Sword Spirit, Xingzi Town, Expert Xiao Bai (Please Subscribe and Ask for Tickets, Good Brothers!)_2

Chapter 516: Chapter 343: The Buddha-like Sword Spirit, Xingzi Town, Expert Xiao Bai (Please Subscribe and Ask for Tickets, Good Brothers!)_2

The twilight was half drawn, the evening imminent, yet the buildings lining the streets were mostly still unlit.

One by one, the dusky edifices sat on either side of the thoroughfare, like dark mountains in the distance.

Hence, at this moment, in the eyes of Zhao Rong, who stood at the end of the street, the road before him was a golden boulevard, laid with tiles that gleamed like gold.

The golden path led into the dark entities in the distance, mysterious and oppressive.

However, Zhao Rong knew this was but an illusion, the brief silence of Xingzi Town before the bustling night market over the lake came alive.

It was like the dawn’s light hidden within the profound darkness before daybreak.

Because their group had arrived at Xingzi Town the evening before and had roughly witnessed its post-sunset prosperity.

But since they had hurried over the day before, they went straight to rest at the inn without going out for leisure.

Today, Zhao Rong and Li Bai had been dragged out shopping by Zhao Qian’er.

At this time, Zhao Rong withdrew his gaze and glanced at the sunset about to fall behind the mountains.

Then he looked around, his eyes briefly passing over the swordsman standing beside him, also waiting, and he began to observe the growing number of pedestrians on the street.

This Xingzi Town was quite interesting.

During the day, it was like any other mortals’ town nestled in secluded green mountains and clear waters, unremarkable and tranquil.

Had it not been for Zhao Rong and the others consulting the Mountain And River Map of the northern Wangque region, they might have passed through Xingzi Town like any other mortal town, in haste.

But once night fell, with the dusk setting in, Xingzi Town would reveal another, livelier side.

This was half a mountainside market, open only at night, thus the ’half’.

And when the dusk descended, it would attract cultivators from several neighboring counties, either to purchase items for their cultivation or to set up stalls selling spare belongings.

Many mountain businesses also set up shops here, opening only at night.

Thus, every time the sun dipped below the western mountains, and the dusk grew dense.

The several street markets along Xingzi Lake, and the myriad of luminous boats, large and small, on the lake, would form together a bustling market place as if of the immortals in the mountains.

Prospering through the night, the market would scatter on its own accord before the arrival of the first light at dawn.

Zhao Rong, Gu Yiwu, and the other students of Justice Hall, after entering the Great Li Territory, traveled for several days and reached Xingzi Town, which was not too far from the Great Li capital, and they decided to rest for two days.

At this moment, Zhao Rong and Li Bai were accompanying little Qian’er for an evening stroll in the town.

The young girl had just run into a shop that sold women’s knick-knacks without looking back.

Zhao Rong and Li Bai, finding it inappropriate to follow, stood by the door outside on the sidewalk, taking in their surroundings.

Only ghosts know why women like shopping, but as Zhao Rong observed, even the serene and indifferent Qing Jun seemed unable to escape its allure.

Sometimes she would join Qian’er at some counter, playing with an intriguing piece of jewelry, whispering secrets with each other, leaving Zhao Rong out in the cold, to fend for himself.

Therefore, regarding Qian’er’s burning excitement about shopping, as evident from her gleaming, peach-blossom eyes, Zhao Rong found it understandable.

Only, the swordsman beside him no longer exhibited the indolence from before they set out, but instead looked around with keen interest, surveying the stores along the bustling street.

Seemingly, he too understood the joy of shopping.

Zhao Rong glanced at the bachelor swordsman and found this a little harder to comprehend.

"Little Bai, have you found a wife yet?"

Li Bai couldn’t be bothered to look at him. "How many times do I have to tell you, you little brat, call me Uncle."

Zhao Rong nodded, with a straight face, "Little Bai, what did you call me? Mind your titles, I’m your nephew, don’t be disrespectful."

Li Bai suddenly swung his hand, and Zhao Rong agilely leaped back, his forehead narrowly missing the blow.

Zhao Rong blinked.

When he was younger, he often bickered with Uncle Bai and got smacked on the forehead; many years had passed, and it seemed the sword-toting man in front of him hadn’t changed... well, not entirely true, he appeared more tidy and spirited than before, no longer as slovenly as a drunkard, which made Zhao Rong wonder if he truly had taken a wife?

But Zhao Rong had since grown up and would not let Li Bai slap his forehead again – that would be a huge loss of face.

Zhao Rong’s smile was annoyingly smug as he mimicked someone’s catchphrase, "It’s too lame, it’s too lame, the sneak attack didn’t even land, alas, getting lamer and lamer."

He sighed and shook his head.

Li Bai glanced at him, retracted his hand, and tightened his grip on the sword in his arms without saying a word.

He continued to look around, with high spirits, at the street that was coming alive with activity.

Zhao Rong looked inside the shop, noting that the young girl had yet to show any sign of coming out.

He sighed softly and casually checked the sword that Li Bai was embracing.

The sword, about three feet in length, had its scabbard wrapped in numerous grey-white strips of cloth, worn and ancient-looking, with a simplistic design.

It held a sense of having its sharpness concealed.

But it was the hilt of the sword that made Zhao Rong frown slightly.

At that moment, he blurted out, "Hey, Li Bai, did you really get married or are you still swinging bachelor? It’s been so many years, even I’ve taken a wife. It’s too lame, it’s too lame."

Li Bai suddenly felt the urge to drink. He looked down, lifted his foot, and kicked a pebble into the river beside the street.

The swordsman suddenly looked up, his smile flashing white teeth, "A wife? That would only slow down my sword-drawing speed. You dumb kid, you don’t understand a thing; a true master doesn’t need a wife."

Zhao Rong pondered for a moment, neither agreeing nor disagreeing, and replied with a laugh, "Is Uncle Bai truly a master?"

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