When a literati sees a new article, he will read it tirelessly and carefully observe every movement. People who are fond of famous paintings will also see countless things, as long as they are completely new, they will never tire of them. Not to mention opening up new horizons.
As he led the horse forward, Zhang Ling's eyes kept wandering. There were traders, footmen, commoners, and some of them were more luxuriously dressed, but they were not extravagant. It was much more lively than Luochuan County. In addition, there are some women who are walking along the way. When their eyes meet, these women will cast their eyes with admiration or eyes. After walking away, you can still detect some dark eyes, and Zhang Ling also He could probably think of some kind of lover, but in the end he just smiled back.
But Zhang Ling also knows that not everyone can afford to walk in a green shirt with a sword and a white horse. A skin as beautiful as jade is very important, embroidered clothes and satin, a good sword, and a good horse are all very important. The expense, and the vast majority of study tours and so on, are just a bookcase. The road is at your feet, and you can only stay at your feet. But whether it’s a dream or something else, since I have such an opportunity, this journey of thousands of miles is essential.
Zhang Ling stopped when he reached an inn, and soon a waiter came out to greet him. The waiter bowed slightly, greeted him with a smile, and took advantage of the situation to help Zhang Ling take Ta Xue. He was familiar with the moves of picking up customers. Zhang Ling threw the waiter a piece of silver, about a hundred yuan, and waved his hand: "I am a stubborn horse. No outsiders are allowed to touch it, just stay here outside. Bring some vegetarian food, as much as you can, and by the way, a pot of good tea. We don’t have enough money, so we’ll figure it out together later.”
The waiter at the shop was stunned and asked: "Does the young master only order vegetarian food?"
Zhang Ling glanced at him, and the waiter knew that he was talking too much, and immediately fell silent. Zhang Ling said again: "These are for my horses, and I will take them separately."
The waiter in the store immediately smiled apologetically and said, "Young Master is so proud. I'll be there right away. Please wait a moment in the store."
After saying that, the waiter turned quickly and Zhang Ling stepped into the store. There were not many customers and there were still tables. There was only a young man who looked slightly younger than himself now. His face was childish and childish, and there was a Holding a knife, he sat at the table and cleaned the food like a tiger's mouth. Others turned their heads to look at Zhang Ling intentionally or unintentionally, then turned back to eat by themselves. Zhang Ling paused briefly, walked to an empty table and sat down.
After a while, the waiter quickly served all the dishes, whether they were for walking in the snow or his own. There were many dishes served both outside and on Zhang Ling's table. Zhang Ling looked at the table full of people and then looked at it. The waiter forced a smile on his face and said: "This is served as long as it can be served. I guess the chef knows how to cook it, but he can't cook it. I'm afraid he has to cook it all. This is going to kill the fat customers."
The waiter in the shop pretended to be stupid and said: "If you feel that it is not enough, the shop can also serve more. Moreover, the shop also has good osmanthus brew, which is guaranteed to be of high quality and low price. Would you like to have a pot of it, sir?"
Zhang Ling poured a cup of tea and handed it to him. The waiter waved it away. Apparently he was afraid that the young man in front of him would deliberately use this to avoid paying for the drink. Although there was no wine, the waiter had also encountered this situation. He looked like this. , refused to pay for the meal, but wanted to save face, so he deliberately found a high-sounding reason to call people brothers, saying that they would not pay for drinks.
Zhang Ling didn't think much about it. Seeing that he didn't want it, he took a sip himself, moistened his throat, and asked: "Do you know where the three major families in Liufeng City are? I heard that the Jianghu sect is going to hold a ceremony recently. Zubi, I happened to be passing by and wanted to take a look."
The boy at the next table was stunned for a moment, then continued to eat. The waiter came closer and said, "The closest one to here is the Song family, which is on the west side of the city's main road. If you want to go, you can ask any Song family disciple after watching the Song family's competition. , we only talk about the other two families, and usually the competition between the other two families is after the Song family."
Zhang Ling asked curiously: "I heard that the Song family is in the first place. Is there any powerful person?"
The waiter came closer and lowered his voice: "No one dares to spread the news outside, for fear that the city lord's mansion will hear it and suffer unreasonable disasters, but everyone knows that the Song family has gradually become more and more powerful in the past few years, and has continued to do so. To win over the other two families, logically speaking, according to the sinister nature of the city lord's mansion, they should give a warning. But in the end, they didn't even let go. Seeing the power of the Song family continue to spread, they are said to be the largest in Liufeng City. The power is not an exaggeration, and the reason why the city lord's palace does not dare to suppress it seems to be because there is a particularly powerful master in the Song family, but who it is is unknown."
Zhang Ling looked puzzled and said: "Master, how powerful is he, the great master of Guiyuan Realm?"
The waiter spread his hands and said helplessly: "I don't know about this young one. To us ordinary people, this kind of person is like a god. We can see him whenever we want."
Zhang Ling stopped asking and waved for him to leave. He started eating alone, picked up a roast chicken and threw it back. The young man caught it. Zhang Ling finished chewing the food in his mouth and did not turn around. He chuckled and said, "It's yours."
Zhang Ling could feel that the man behind him had listened carefully even though his hands were on his hands and his mouth was still talking. Zhang Ling continued: "You also heard it just now. What the waiter said just now should not be spread indiscriminately. One more thing is not as good as If you have one less thing to do, don't cause trouble for others, just use this as hush money."
The man behind him also said "Hmm" and continued to swallow wildly. It seemed that he was really hungry, just like himself before, he was quite hungry.
When Zhang Ling raised his head, he saw a few strong men strutting in, with fierce expressions on their faces. They slammed a big knife directly on the counter, put on a arrogant look, and said sternly: "Robbery, hand over all the money." come out."
Then one of them turned to look at the customers and shouted loudly: "If you want to get out, get out quickly. If my sword falls on your neck later, you will only have your own bad luck to blame."
As soon as the roar subsided, everyone except the waiter and the shopkeeper, who had not dared to move, rushed out of the inn. Zhang Ling cursed in his heart: Oh, really, how could this happen to him when he went to the inn for a meal for the first time.
Zhang Ling ate a few more mouthfuls, then picked up a package containing only two pieces of clothing, which contained only banknotes. He always adhered to the principle of walking in the world, and troubles all come from meddling in other people's business. He got up and walked out of the inn without leaving any money. , because if you keep it, it will probably be taken away by those robbers, so you might as well give yourself a few more meals.
It wasn't until Zhang Ling walked out of the inn and went to hold Ta Xue that he saw the young man still sitting there. His eyes moved slightly, and he saw the knife again. He could probably guess that the young man was also a martial arts practitioner, not much. Guan, turned around and left. Not far away, he heard a commotion. When he looked back, he saw that the big men were thrown out. After a glance, Zhang Ling turned around again. Just as he was about to continue leaving, he heard I heard a slightly childish voice calling me.
It must be that the young man is good enough: "Hey, brother, you must be a martial arts practitioner too, why didn't you take action just now?"
Zhang Ling thought it was a bit funny, but he didn't laugh. He turned his back and just waved his hand: "You are a hero, I am not. Goodbye."
Zhang Ling led the horse and quickly disappeared into the crowd.
