With a hearty laugh, the middle-aged man took out a flask of strong liquor, and was about to take a sip to warm himself up when he stopped.
"Would you like to try some?"
The middle-aged man handed the wine pot to Hao Yun, who shook his head and smiled. He had just used his divine sense to probe the other man's brain and found that the other man didn't have any special ideas at all; it was just that the people of the Northern Territory were hospitable.
"Try mine instead."
Hao Yun took out a flask of his earliest brewed Hundred Poisons Wine and casually tossed it over. The wine he brewed now was too undrinkable for ordinary people; the spiritual energy content was too high. If an ordinary person took a sip, they would definitely explode and die.
The middle-aged man caught Hao Yun's wine flask, uncorked it, took a sniff, and his eyes immediately lit up.
He raised his hand, took a big gulp, and burst into laughter.
"This is strong liquor. You should try mine too; it's just as good as yours."
Hao Yun took the wine pot, took a small sip, and found the taste to be very mild, at most only around ten degrees, but it was quite fragrant.
"How is it? Not bad, right?"
"Hmm, it has a strong wheat flavor, much better than what you buy outside."
"Of course, my brew is very famous in Winterfell."
At this point, the middle-aged man became somewhat proud, after all, this was his forte and something he was very proud of.
The two drank and chatted, and soon entered the city. Since the middle-aged man still had work to do, he parted ways with Hao Yun.
After wandering around the city, Hao Yun almost thought he had wandered into a brothel, with women dressed in rags everywhere.
This group of people was extremely bold; Hao Yun was just passing by when he was almost dragged in.
Chapter 130 Stabilizing Mental State
"Brother, look how much she likes you, why don't you go in?"
A man with a somewhat lewd smile grinned wickedly at Hao Yun.
Breaking free from the pull of the many women, Hao Yun hurriedly made his way away.
"Sigh, if they pull me like this, it would be worth it even if I died inside."
Hearing this, Hao Yun couldn't help but roll his eyes. This guy is really something, his ideological awareness is really high!
"Hello, I haven't introduced myself yet. I'm Theon Greyjoy. Just call me Theon."
Hao Yun, who was about to leave, couldn't help but stop and look him up and down a few times, thinking to himself, "So you're Theon."
Thinking of his future experiences, Hao Yun's eyes showed a hint of pity. Since you can play now, you should play while you can, because you won't have the chance later.
When Theon saw the young man staring at him strangely, he assumed that the young man had heard of him.
"You know me?"
"I don't know you, goodbye."
Hao Yun had no interest in getting involved in his affairs. He had already made up his mind: he would take a trip around Winterfell, go straight to Daenerys Targaryen, and investigate why she was not afraid of fire. It was definitely not because she was lusting after her body.
"My friend, do you know me? Have you heard any legends about me elsewhere?"
Hao Yun had only taken a few steps when Theon followed.
What's wrong with this guy? Logically speaking, he should be a very arrogant person, so why is he acting so shameless? This is giving Hao Yun a real headache.
Noticing the change in Hao Yun's expression, Theon, for some unknown reason, suddenly raised his head arrogantly.
"It seems my name has long been known throughout the North."
Hao Yun just wanted to say, "Heh, you're overthinking it. I'll remember you, only because your later fate was terrible."
Ignoring Theon's incessant chatter, Hao Yun prepared to return to the hotel to rest. He had already planned to spend the next day sightseeing in the city and then visit Daenerys Targaryen the day after.
If you arrive too late, it's better not to go at all, since Hao Yun isn't Cao Cao and doesn't have the attributes of a wife.
"Don't go, brother, let's chat a bit more. Tell me what stories about me are circulating in the North."
Theon, who had no sense of proportion, clung to Hao Yun, refusing to let him leave.
Despite Theon's persistent nagging, Hao Yun eventually returned to the hotel.
"This hotel isn't very good. Come on, I'll take you to a better one."
Regardless of whether Hao Yun agreed or not, Theon pulled Hao Yun and walked in another direction.
When faced with such an overly familiar person, Hao Yun felt like killing him. After silently reciting a few "Amitabha"s, Hao Yun finally managed to restrain his murderous intent.
It must be said that Theon truly knows Winterfell very well. Under his guidance, a very clean and tidy inn appeared before them, much better than the one Hao Yun had stayed at before.
"This is the best hotel in Winterfell. It's cheap and comfortable. You'll thank me after tonight."
Theon gave a knowing look to himself, then walked away with a wicked grin.
Seeing the overly familiar guy leave, Hao Yun shook his head, not paying any attention to the meaning behind his words.
Having booked the best room, Hao Yun returned to his room and began to adjust his state.
The transformation of the Eight-Nine Arcane Arts is progressing smoothly, and it is estimated that it will be completed in another seventy or eighty years.
Time has no meaning for Hao Yun now. With his cultivation reaching the Golden Immortal level, living for a hundred or two hundred thousand years is definitely not a problem.
Hao Yun is still very young, so he doesn't need to worry about aging or dying. He has plenty of time to squander. Anyway, with the help of a powerful figure, becoming a quasi-saint is definitely not a problem.
Reaching the Quasi-Saint realm means one is practically immortal, and becoming a Saint is not impossible.
It was precisely because there was hope that Hao Yuncai was not in a hurry; he needed time to adjust his mindset.
Cultivation does not require constant burying oneself in arduous practice; it also requires worldly experience and enlightenment.
Hao Yun's current cultivation speed is a bit too fast. He has reached a certain level of cultivation, but he has a deficiency in his heart. This deficiency is not yet visible, but once he encounters someone with a similar level of cultivation, this deficiency will become a fatal weakness.
With the backing of a powerful figure who existed since ancient times, Hao Yun naturally had to plan his future carefully.
His current task is to help the big shot find the lost other world. Anyway, the big shot has already waited for so many years, so what's another hundred or two?
The change in mindset made Hao Yun's mind clearer, and the laws of swordsmanship unexpectedly broke through at this time.
Hao Yun was so engrossed in the breakthrough in the laws of swordsmanship that he sat cross-legged on the spot, like a sword drawn from its sheath, piercing people's eyes with pain.
This invisible improvement made Hao Yun's potential Golden Immortal cultivation more stable, and his foundation was no longer as fragile as before.
Previously, Hao Yun's cultivation level was like a rootless duckweed; it seemed powerful, but in reality, the strength he could unleash was less than half of someone with the same cultivation level.
A night passed in the blink of an eye. Hao Yun, who was meditating cross-legged, exhaled a breath of turbid air, and a hint of joy appeared on his face.
"Indeed, one cannot rush cultivation!"
With a sigh, Hao Yun pushed open the door and walked out of the room, ready to try the breakfast from another world.
As soon as Hao Yun pushed open the door, he saw a woman lying unconscious outside his door.
Holy crap! Is this some kind of staged accident scam?
With a complicated expression, Hao Yun used his divine sense to probe the other person's brain, and then his expression became even more strange.
It turns out that this woman was a prostitute who came to the hotel yesterday to promote her services. Unfortunately, she broke through her swordsmanship laws, and just as she was about to knock on the door, she was stunned by the aura she was emitting.
After figuring out what had happened, Hao Yun gently patted the woman a few times to wake her up.
The woman regained consciousness and sat blankly on the ground, unable to come to her senses for a long time.
Hao Yun ignored him, turned around and left the hotel, looking for food on the street.
After turning two corners, Hao Yun finally found a street stall.
A large pot was placed in front of the stall, containing the bones of an unknown animal, which Hao Yun certainly didn't recognize.
The rich aroma of meat wafted around the stall, where a group of early risers were squatting on either side, drinking thick soup and eating bread.
When in Rome, do as the Romans do, so Hao Yun also ordered a bowl of soup and two pieces of bread.
Because there were no tables, Hao Yun had to squat by the roadside to eat, just like everyone else.
Squatting down by the roadside, Hao Yun couldn't help but laugh. He used to do this often when he was in school, especially during lunchtime.
Find an old lady selling fast food from a pushcart on the street, order a bowl of hot dishes and a bowl of rice, and squat by the roadside to eat it with extra relish.
Shaking his head, Hao Yun began to savor the broth. The broth was rich in ingredients, but it still couldn't mask the subtle aroma of bones. Paired with the crispy toasted bread, it was indeed delicious.
Seeing that more and more people were gathering around him, Hao Yun quickly finished the fight, got up and left the stall, and began to stroll around the city.
In Winterfell, people like Hao Yun who wander around aimlessly are quite rare, since most people have to support their families.
Chapter 131 Stark
Hao Yun, who was wandering around aimlessly, unknowingly arrived at the military camp. However, Hao Yun looked more like a slum than a military camp.
Inside the extremely rudimentary barracks, more than thirty soldiers were practicing their martial arts in pairs.
After standing outside the door for a while, Hao Yun found it boring. With their training method, if they encountered a well-trained army group, the enemy could take them out with just one charge.
Ed, who was watching the soldiers train from the low wall, noticed Hao Yun outside the barracks gate.
Judging from Hao Yun's appearance and clothing, Ed was certain that this person came from somewhere else and probably looked like a traveler.
"Bring that person over."
The guards standing behind Ed responded and jogged down the low wall.
Hao Yun, who was about to leave, was suddenly stopped by someone. He turned around and saw that the person was a soldier. Hao Yun asked in confusion.
"Is there something you need from me?"
"Lord Eddard Stark requests your presence."
Upon learning the soldier's purpose, Hao Yun looked towards the military camp and saw a burly, dark-skinned man smiling at him.
So that's who he is, Hao Yun muttered to himself. He had seen him when he was standing outside the military camp, but he never expected that he was Eddard Stark, the Lord in the North.
Following behind the soldiers, Hao Yun entered the military camp, where Eddard Stark came to greet him.
"Greetings, friend from afar. I am Eddard Stark, Warden of the North."