Mrs. Xie sighed and then continued.
"Let's change places."
"Um?"
"Now that this place has seen the light, not to mention that the things that need to be done have been done, there is no point in staying in Cizhou."
She then ordered: "Let's go back to Jiankang."
"Jiankang, aren't you going to the East China Sea?"
"Yes, since Luo Fengcheng has appeared, whether it is Xuandu Palace or someone else behind it, it means that someone has noticed what we are doing. Going to the East China Sea in this round has no meaning, but will expose the ancestors' secrets. plan."
Mrs. Xie looked at the starry sky above her head, and there seemed to be thousands of miles of mountains and rivers in her eyes.
"We go to Jiankang to see how far they are going to play this game, and Jiankang is also our next focus."
"The world will change."
Zhu Yan looked at the continuous peaks of Xuan Mountain not far away. Under the moonlight, the mountain shape was hazy, like a sleeping beast.
"Yes, the world will change. Let's go, Prince Wuling."
Mrs. Xie was preparing for the next response, while Su Che's clone, who transformed into Liu Yidao, was walking slowly in the streets of Cizhou.
Even though war is approaching, this state capital still retains some special flavor of human fireworks.
Although it was already late at night, there were still stalls selling mutton soup and rotten meat noodles at the end of the street. One of the shops selling wonton and egg pancakes was particularly delicious, which made Suche stop for a moment.
In his hand, he still held the bottle that Mrs. Xie gave to the "Yue Zhenren".
Master Yue is really an interesting title.
The title of real person has no special meaning now.
The Taoist Scriptures say: "In ancient times, there was a real person who grasped the heaven and the earth, grasped the yin and yang, breathed out the qi, and guarded the spirit independently. His form and spirit were one, so he could live as long as the heaven and the earth, and there was no end. This is the way."
To translate, only those with great supernatural powers who live as long as heaven and earth can be called real people.
However, in today's Middle-earth, anyone who practices self-cultivation may be called a real person. Even the witches and wizards who burn incense and watch the immortals in the next village may be respected as a real person.
Su Che couldn't conclude whether Elder Yue was the Immortal Immortal just because of a name from Mrs. Xie's mouth, but this didn't mean that Su Che had no other options.
"Boss, how much does a bowl of wontons cost?"
Suche put the bottle in his sleeve and sat down at a roadside stall. The boss, an older man, was warming himself by the fire with his sleeves drawn up.
"A bowl of five cents, and a bowl of fifteen wontons. There are also braised chickens. Would you like some, sir?"
"Are you making authentic chicken soup wontons?"
"Is your guest from out of town? The most famous thing in Cizhou is chicken soup wontons. An old hen stews fresh soup, and it is paired with good wontons with firm skin and tender meat. A full bowl will keep you warm."
The boss stood up and looked at Suche: "How much does a guest want?"
"Here are two bowls of wontons, cook one bowl first, and then a braised chicken. How do you sell this egg pancake?"
"According to the plate, there are three coins per plate. They are all cut into thin strips and eaten in the soup."
"Okay, let's have some hot soup and hot water in the cold weather. Bring me a plate."
Su Che sniffed the smell of chicken soup in the air. Although it could not be said to be extremely delicious, it was still reasonably delicious, but there were not many diners near the stall.
Not only this stall, but also the neighboring ones, all the bosses sit back and do nothing, looking like they are running a miserable business.
"The war is chaotic and business is not good."
Seemingly sensing Su Che's thoughts, the shop owner said from the side: "The official is also a confused person."
"Um?"
These words made Suche a little curious. He raised his head and looked at his boss.
Now in Cizhou City, Mr. Su is the boss, and this old man dares to say that he is confused.
"A silly boy sleeps on a cool bed, and all he relies on to become strong is his firepower."
The boss muttered: "Originally, the war years were bad, and no one dared to spend money, but he still insisted on leaving porridge at the city gate. This made there even less business."
"Not to mention hurting the business, what good can he do?" The boss muttered: "He collects firewood and buys meat. Things in the market are expensive in the first place, and I don't know how much he paid for it."
Suche couldn't help but smile when he heard this.
This is also what it should be. It is rare to have the best of both worlds in this world, and nothing can ever be expected to make everyone happy.
What was done was done, and it was up to the old man to complain a few times. In the end, it also affected his business.
As the old man muttered, a bowl of wontons was quickly cooked, and he gently placed it in front of Suche.
"Young Master doesn't look like a local."
"Well, it's from outside."
"What kind of business do you do?" The old man asked seemingly unintentionally, but Suche could see the panic flashing in his eyes.
"Sheo Yao, aren't we going to start a war?"
Su Che picked up the wonton and took a sip. It tasted good. He hadn't tasted such a market taste in a while.
In the Su Mansion at this moment, the little fox had told the story between Su Che and her three times. Each time, he could reveal many new details, which made Yin Yang Dharma King very happy.
"I see."
Suche felt that the little fox could no longer be allowed to perform like this.
After all, the more you talk about it, the more nonsense it becomes. If you continue to talk about it, it has no other meaning except leaving the old master Yin Yang Dharma King with something to laugh at him in the future.
"In this way, I have indeed owed you a lot."
"More than just Liang Liang, he is simply not the son of a human being." Yin Yang Dharma King said with great emotion: "This boy is really too much. How about this? I also know a young master here who is less than one year old. He is the most upright and affectionate man. Miss. If there are any other relatives at home, why not entrust them to this one..."
You are even more outrageous, even a one-year-old son is here.
Su Che looked at the little fox and said, "I don't know how long Miss Mo plans to stay in Cizhou this time. I will let the servants prepare the room..."
"Miss Mo, it's called diabolo."
Yin Yang Dharma King said very unfaithfully: "You are shouting too loudly, aren't you, Miss Mo?"
"Who is this old man?"
The little fox looked at the old man in front of him.
She didn't take the old man too seriously at first, thinking that he was just a master and top-notch helper that Su Che found from somewhere.
But now the more I look at him, the more I can feel that this person is unusual.
It vaguely seems to be a ghost body, but its behavior and movements are no different from those of ordinary people. He seemed to have mediocre cultivation, but the divine light between his eyebrows exuded an unfathomable aura.
What is the origin of such a character?
"I don't have a name in this world. Dear friends, please call me Yin-Yang Dharma King."
"It's actually a senior!"
The little fox looked at Yin Yang Dharma King in great surprise: "Senior actually... Who is senior at the meeting?"
"Don't panic. Suche and I are no longer participating in your meetings. Things in the meetings are more complicated than you think."
Yin Yang Dharma King did not speak clearly.
"It's getting dark, let's go out for a bite to eat."
Suche looked at the little fox and the Yin Yang Dharma King.
"Just let the kitchen be prepared. It's not like a small household."
King Yin Yang asked curiously.
We are all practitioners. The so-called food is just a dispensable thing. At most, it is just a taste.
But going out to look for something at night was not Su Che's style.
"There is something for seniors to have an eye on."
"Here I am, I'm not going to leave this time."
Originally said well, the little fox's incoherent words did not stagger Mr. Su.
Not leaving?
Then I won’t be able to play chess in the future?
