The peach wine on East Street and the peach cake on West Lane are indispensable snacks and wines for every household in Antang City in spring.
Lingchu has lived in Antang City for four years. Every year in the spring, he will eat two pieces and drink two sips.
I've been gone for two years and I really miss you.
Meizi had a good temper and accompanied Lingchu around Antang City with a smile all the way. Huan Niang was so well-known in Antang City that she couldn't easily leave Fuchun Tower and was afraid that she would appear on the streets of Antang City. , then it’s really like throwing fruits and presenting flowers to your heart.
So Meizi asked for leave and accompanied Lingchu to visit Antang City again.
Antang City is different from Taoyuan City.
The water town in the south of the Yangtze River is already very gentle, and Antang City is even more charming because of the flower boats and boats on the river, which are filled with fragrance and spread all over the city.
All you see are romantic and beauties.
With a bite of peach cake and a bite of peach stuffed wine, Lingchu sat casually on a bluestone bench on the street, eating the plums beside him with the same joy. Green willows were swaying lightly above his head, and there were many tourists in front of him, and the spring breeze was warm on his face.
Meizi is two years older than her elder brother. After spring this year, she will be thirteen.
Pingping is more than thirteen years old, and the cardamom branches are in early February.
More than two years ago, the girl who still had a round and pleasant face has gradually revealed the outline of her face. She has a very delicate oval face. Her skin is white, tender and moist, which is unique to Jiangnan women. Her figure has begun to slim down, and her waist has become slender and her legs have begun to grow. Now there are clues that those who can be sold into a brothel will not be too bad in appearance.
The only thing that remains unchanged is that whenever she eats delicious food, Mei Zi smiles with crescent-shaped apricot eyes and curved lips, showing great joy and making those who look at her happy.
The two of them, one elegant and warm, the other delicate and pleasing, were sitting together on the roadside, enjoying snacks and drinking wine. Even in Jiangnan, where there are many beauties, they were a very conspicuous sight.
Pedestrians passing by the two men, young and old, unconsciously stopped to take a look at them, and finally gave them a kind smile.
There won't be any drama about robbing civilian girls or molesting beauties.
Not to mention the many beauties in Jiangnan, these two, no matter how good-looking they are, are just half-grown girls, eating and drinking on the roadside without much grace.
As for the two people who are often looked at, one is calm and the other is full of food.
There is no self-consciousness or embarrassment at all.
Lingchu, who had reached the eighth piece of peach cake with half a piece of peach cake in his mouth, stopped for a moment before suddenly raising his head and looking with burning eyes at a young man dressed as a scholar who stopped and stared at them.
To be more precise, he was staring at Lingchu.
Seeing Lingchu look over, the scholar in the white brocade robe frowned at first, then opened his mouth, showed a gentle smile, raised his fan and invited Lingchu to come to the restaurant behind him.
Lingchu watched the scholar walk into the restaurant with a calm expression. He chewed the eighth piece of peach cake slowly and took a sip of peach wine. Then he stood up unhurriedly and prepared to go to the restaurant pointed by the scholar.
When Mei Zi saw Lingchu standing up suddenly, she subconsciously stood up too and hurriedly packed away the oil paper.
"Mei Zi, you go back first. I have some things to deal with." Lingchu didn't let Mei Zi follow. There were some things that she didn't want Mei Zi and the others to get involved in.
Meizi blinked. Although he didn't know what Lingchu was going to do, Meizi, who was always easy to talk to, didn't ask any questions. He nodded obediently, packed up the peach cakes and peach stuffing, and went back to Fuchun Tower.
After watching Meizi's back disappear at the end of the street, Lingchu stepped into the restaurant.
This restaurant was not big and there were not many people. Lingchu saw the white-robed scholar sitting in the corner at a glance.
"Fellow Taoist." Seeing Lingchu sit down, the scholar smiled and raised his hands to bow.
Yes, Ling Chuhui looked at the scholar precisely because he noticed that the spiritual power fluctuations around the scholar's body were somewhat different. After using the probing technique, he discovered that this was a monk. Judging from his cultivation level, he should be in the middle stage of Qi refining.
"Dao is friendly." Lingchu also responded with a bow. This was the first time that Lingchu met a monk other than Lao Dao and Uncle He.
"I'm Zhang Wen, a casual cultivator. I don't know where my friend's teacher came from. I have such cultivation at a young age, and I can actually break through my breath gathering technique." The scholar Zhang Wen's words are not as gentle as his appearance, but rather quite. To be cheerful.
Lingchu didn't answer immediately, but asked curiously, "Breath Condensation Technique?"
There really aren't many spells that Ling Chuhui knows, and his temperament is that he is not a good master who covers everything.
"Fellow Daoist, don't you know the Breath Condensation Technique?" Zhang Wen squinted his eyes and smiled more gently, "The Breath Condensation Technique is just a small spell that can cover up part of your cultivation. I ask myself that although the Breath Condensation Technique I have learned is only low-grade, it is It can also be hidden from monks who are in the middle stage of Qi training or below. My fellow Taoist's cultivation seems to be very good."
In the restaurant, Zhang Wen should no longer hide his cultivation level. Lingchu could easily see that his cultivation level was at the sixth level of Qi training.
"Fellow Taoist, you are joking. I just noticed that the spiritual power fluctuations around you were a little different, so I took a few more glances. In fact, I was lucky enough to break through the sixth level of Qi training a few days ago." Lingchu did not say anything about himself. Some time ago, he broke through the seventh level of qi training, but it was a bit lower and did not require other people's guidance. After several years of crawling and crawling in Fuchun Tower, and two years of fighting wits and courage with the old Taoist, Lingchu knew what it meant to guard against others. Heart is indispensable.
Zhang Wen Ning looked carefully and found that the spiritual power around Lingchu's body seemed quite stable at first glance. Upon closer inspection, there was still some instability inside. He could only tell that his cultivation level was at the sixth level of Qi training, and his spiritual power was not stable. Stable, but also as if he has just made a breakthrough and has not yet stabilized his cultivation.
Lingchu can't hide his cultivation spells, but he can still do it by slightly messing up his spiritual power.
She actually wanted to pretend to be someone with a lower level of cultivation, so that she would be inconspicuous. Unfortunately, she didn't know how to hold breath, and it was hard to explain why Zhang Wen, who had so much lower level of cultivation, could find something wrong with Zhang Wen.
Regardless of whether Zhang Wen believed Lingchu's words or not, Lingchu only believed half of Zhang Wen's words, even though Zhang Wen looked gentle and easy to talk to.
"Fellow Taoist, you are so young, can your teachers at home trust you to come out alone?" Zhang Wen seemed to believe Lingchu's words, and did not continue to ask about Lingchu's cultivation level, but asked other questions.
"Of course I'm worried, but my master often said that the path to spiritual practice is not something you can do behind closed doors. It requires a lot of experience, so he asked me and my uncle at home to go out and travel." The words were all true, but there were some differences.
Zhang Wen saw Lingchu's innocent and unsuspecting look, and shook the paper fan in his hand, "Where do you plan to travel, fellow Taoist? I have traveled all over the country in the past few years, so I can give you some advice."
"The world is so big, you can go anywhere, that's what my uncle said. How about fellow Taoists, where did you come from and where do you plan to go?"
"The world is so big, you can go anywhere, that's right," Zhang Wen smiled while stroking his hands, "I'm just a small casual cultivator. Naturally, I'm home all over the world. I have no place to come from and no place to go. It's a pity, fellow Taoist. If you don’t have a disciple from a sect, I would recommend that fellow Taoists go to Tianyuan City to the east."
"Tianyuan City?"
