Let's walk together for the rest of our lives. If the host says to leave, she will leave.

The two packed their bags and set off again. As for Zhao Xi...who is that?

After rejecting the fifth scholar who wanted to go with him, Gu Ling said to Shen Li with a bit of tiredness: "How about...you put on the curtain?"

The journey to Beijing is long, and in the remote wilderness far away from human habitation, you may not even be able to see people, let alone women.

Therefore, such a great beauty like Shen Li naturally attracted other people's attention. Even if they could not get together, having a beauty to feast their eyes on along the way could make them feel happier.

But the looks in those people's eyes were really unpleasant, so Gu Ling naturally rejected them all.

Shen Li lowered his eyes and said one word in a muffled voice: "Okay."

Gu Ling: “…”

Well...it would have been fine if Shen Li had just made a fuss, but Gu Ling always felt that he was being unreasonable after she accepted it so easily.

She held her forehead and sighed: "Forget it, let's just leave it at that."

"Okay!" The ending tone of the word rose, and the depression in Gu Ling's heart dissipated a lot after hearing it.

Scholars are thin-skinned and most of them will not continue to pester after being rejected, but scholars are not the only ones who are attracted to beauties.

"I built this road and planted this tree. If you want to pass through here, you must leave money. People and beauties must also stay here!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the fat bandit was hit on the head by the thin bandit next to him: "Idiot! Who told you to add the last sentence?"

The fat bandit said aggrievedly: "Didn't you say you wanted to snatch a wife for the boss?"

"You have to rob the wife of the bandit leader, but you also have to make the rhyme sound right. Your last sentence doesn't rhyme at all."

The two bandits had a heated discussion about how to rhyme the last sentence. Gu Ling pulled Shen Li to the side, lifted the hem of his clothes, put his luggage away, and then squatted down on the spot.

Shen Li thought about it and squatted down as well.

Shen Li asked: "Brother Gu, are you thirsty?"

Gu Ling looked at the two bandits in front of him with interest: "Not thirsty."

Shen Li asked again: "Would you like to eat melon seeds?"

Gu Ling: "Come a little."

"Click, click, click—"

The sound of cracking melon seeds was heard, and the melon seed shells were scattered all over the ground in front of Gu Ling. The two bandits finally noticed Gu Ling's behavior.

The fat bandit asked, "Brother, is that guy laughing at us?"

"Nonsense! Come on! Teach that kid a lesson!"

Two bandits rushed over with big knives. Gu Ling held down Shen Li's restless hand, patted the melon seed shells on her hand, stood up, and the bandits just arrived in front of her.

She grabbed the skinny bandit's wrist and twisted it, and the skinny bandit let go in pain. Gu Ling took the opportunity to catch the fallen sword and kicked the fat bandit next to him away.

Shen Li watched intently, fearing that Gu Ling would get bumped or hurt. Gu Ling's hands were used for writing, so how could they hold a big knife?

Alas, he was so worried.

Gu Ling grabbed the skinny bandit's wrist and closed the distance between them. He turned around and held the man in front of him, with his sword at the man's neck.

"Don't move, swords have no eyes!"

After just one encounter, the bandits knew they had met a tough guy.

Only Shen Li breathed a sigh of relief, thinking to himself that the bandits were so incompetent that they couldn't even beat a scholar.

The fat bandit vomited blood and burst into tears: "Master, please let my brother go! We have no choice but to become bandits."

The skinny bandit was very tough: "Brother, don't beg him. You can kill me or chop me up as you wish."

"elder brother!"

"younger brother!"

"Brother...Young Master, please don't get excited!" The fat bandit shouted hurriedly when he saw a blood mark appearing on his brother's neck.

"We've seen the show, aren't you planning to come out?" Gu Ling moved the sword in his hand a little closer, "After all, I'm just a weak scholar, and the sword is heavy, and it's really hard to lift it. If I'm not careful, it's easy to hurt someone."

"Young Master is so good at martial arts, he doesn't look like a weak scholar."

Suddenly, dozens of people appeared around. The one who spoke was a young man who looked capable and strong. He should be the leader of this group of bandits.

A group of people surrounded Gu Ling and Shen Li. Feng Yang said calmly, "Brothers, I am sorry for offending you just now. We are only here to make money. Sir, please don't embarrass us. As the saying goes, spending money will ward off disaster."

He glanced at Shen Li next to him and said, "Even if you don't care about yourself, you should consider the feelings of the girl."

Gu Ling smiled: "Aren't you afraid that I will kill him?"

Without Feng Yang's order, the bandits had already pointed their bows and arrows at Shen Li. Feng Yang said, "My brother is just a commoner, not as precious as that girl. You should think it through."

Shen Li had unknowingly become Feng Yang's weakness to restrain Gu Ling, and he felt a little unwilling to accept it.

"Brother Gu, go ahead and do it. They can't do anything to me."

Gu Ling nodded: "I think so too."

She gripped the hilt tightly. Seeing that the skinny bandit was about to become her dead soul, Feng Yang's heart tightened: "Wait!"

He took a deep breath, clenched and unclenched his hands, "Let him go, I'll let you pass."

When the skinny bandit heard this and saw that his brothers had made way for him, he was about to rush towards the knife with a fierce look in his eyes, but Gu Ling quickly put away the knife and kicked him away.

Gu Ling said sarcastically: "Little brother, are you in a hurry to reincarnate?"

The skinny bandit was out of danger, and the surrounding bandits raised their weapons again. Feng Yang clasped his hands together and said in a straightforward manner: "Thank you for sparing my life."

He still lacks some skills to be a bandit because his character is too upright.

But even if this is not right, he still has to do it.

The skinny bandit looked anxious: "Boss! We can't let them go, tomorrow is the last day of this month!"

"I'm sorry." Feng Yang ordered his men, "Don't hurt anyone."

Gu Ling held a piece of talisman paper, and his clear voice sounded like the gurgling of water, but his words were not very pleasant to the ear.

"You robbed me, are you trying to buy this scrap of paper? I have it."

This sentence made everyone stop what they were doing, and the skinny bandit only then discovered that the talisman paper on his body was missing.

Shen Li felt the faint breath coming from the talisman paper, and moved a little further away. Seeing a group of people eyeing him covetously, he moved back and reached out to pull the corner of Gu Ling's clothes.

His tone was very low, and he seemed a little depressed: “Brother Gu, I feel bad.”

Gu Ling casually threw the talisman paper, then held Shen Li's hand. Maybe it was a psychological effect, but Shen Li felt that he was not feeling so uncomfortable.

The bandits nearby saw Gu Ling casually throw the demon-suppressing talisman, and the talisman paper fluttered in the wind. Everyone rushed to grab it. The scene was chaotic but a little funny.

If you lose the demon-suppressing talisman which costs one thousand taels per piece, you will be finished.

In the end, it was the agile fat man - the fat bandit who captured him.

Feng Yang said in a deep voice: "Sir, this is not the time to joke."

Gu Ling smiled faintly, his back straight, his brows bright, his voice slow, just looking like a scholar who is well-read in poetry and books.

"This level of demon-suppressing talismans are usually used to deal with demons that are about 500 years old. They cost about 300 taels of silver each on the market. Judging from your appearance, one is probably not enough, right?"

She spoke slowly and calmly, "On the last day of the month, the demon tribe's aura is at its strongest. If you use the demon-suppressing talisman at this time, the effect will be greatly reduced. Instead, you have used the good demon-suppressing talisman as a disposable consumable. No wonder you came to rob a poor scholar like me."

Shen Li:?

Is Brother Gu poor?

Shen Li didn't understand, but he knew now was not the time to ask this.

The fat bandit had just come back to his senses from the joy of getting the demon-suppressing talisman back when he heard Gu Ling's words and immediately became angry.

"Three hundred taels!? Boss, that old thief is cheating us by selling one for one thousand taels each! This is too wicked!"

Gu Lingshen agreed with that. She was not that kind of rip-off. She would sell it for five hundred taels at most.

What Gu Ling said made sense, Feng Yang believed it about 70% and said, "Young Master, are you a demon catcher?"

Gu Ling retorted: "No, I'm a scholar."

The monster catcher is the female version of Gu Ling from Qingyun Mountain, and the scholar is the male version of Gu Ling, there is nothing wrong with that.

Her rebuttal made Feng Yang certain of her identity. It seemed that she was a low-key monster catcher.

He asked his brothers to lay down their weapons and knelt down without warning: "Please help us, sir! Feng Yang is willing to work like a cow or a horse for you, even if it means death."

The surrounding bandits' eyes suddenly turned red and they knelt down as well.

The ability displayed by Gu Ling and the fact that she did not kill the skinny bandit made Feng Yang believe what Gu Ling said and determined that she had a way to save people.

It is said that a man's knees are made of gold. What kind of thing can make a tall and strong man kneel down?

Gu Ling sighed. What could she do? On the surface, she was just a scholar, but she was indeed a demon catcher from Qingyun Mountain.

She sensed the evil and bloody aura of demons from these bandits, and they must have come into contact with the demons recently.

Now that she has encountered the evil monster, there is no reason for her to turn a blind eye.

Oh, I shouldn't have taken this path.

Another day when I want to retire.