After finishing a bowl of wontons and the hot soup in the bowl was warming up, Xiao Yu got up from the small stool on the side of the road and walked over to the old woman's wonton pot. She reached out and grabbed a handful of chopped green onions and threw them into the bowl.
"Mom, the wontons are delicious!" Xiaoyu reached out and handed over a few yuan coins.
The woman selling wontons rubbed the dough in her hand on her apron and took it with a smile, "As long as it's delicious, you also want some soup. Here, I'll scoop it for you."
Xiaoyu raised the bowl in her hand and gestured, "That's enough, that's enough. Thank you, ma'am. I'll just sit down for a while."
"Okay." The wonton seller replied with a smile.
Xiaoyu held the bowl and sat back again, looking at Xiaoyu outside the wonton shed supported by bamboo poles, and then at the little child selling apricot flowers squatting on the stone steps, thoughtfully.
The world is enjoying the New Year. There is a pile of broken branches of apricot blossoms on the ground, and the children beside the road are trying to remain peaceful in the troubled times.
They were all silent under the drizzle.
In the arena, there is not only the legend of the demon Ji Ruge, but also the legend of a knight with outstanding swordsmanship.
He is known as the Sword Master, his compound surname is Dugu, and his single name has the character Yi.
This man Huairen helped the world. He once saved an upright official at the foot of Huashan Mountain. There is a story about stopping the rain and asking the state official in the rivers and lakes. He is the Sword Master Dugu Yi.
When there was a plague in Qinzhou, the state officials were ordered to govern Qinzhou, but they encountered bandits on a river at the foot of Mount Hua. Dugu Yi single-handedly killed hundreds of gangsters with his sword and sent the state officials to settle the people.
Under the pines and cypresses on the cliff road, Dugu Yi stood with his sword in his arms. When the rain stopped and the leaves fell, he asked the state officials, "Can the world be peaceful?"
This question brought about the end of the plague in Qinzhou and decades of stability.
Xiaoyu has always admired this person in her heart, but she regrets that she has never seen him before. She doesn't know his age or appearance, but he only knows that his integrity is that of a saint.
Master has said that when the people are at peace with themselves, when they are able, they are at peace with others, and when the saints are at peace, the world is at peace.
Xiao Yu felt that Dugu Yi, who could ask questions that could settle the world, must be a 'saint'.
Xiaoyu's ambitions are not as great as An Tianxia's. What he gained on the seventh floor was used to help the people affected by the disaster, just to repay his kindness.
When I and the old man were begging for food together, it was Baijiafang who supported them.
The old man said that he owed it to everyone in the world and he had to pay it back.
As for how long it will last, he doesn't know. Maybe three years to five years, maybe a lifetime...
While he is still young and can afford it.
The foreign teacher Lu Jiao from the Western Regions didn't know when they entered Jiangnan, but they knew that the news that Lu Jiao was stationed at Yuelai Restaurant on that day had already spread in Yangzhou city.
Xiao Yu's purpose in coming to the vicinity of Yuelai Restaurant was very simple. He really wanted to make a fortune in Lu Jiao. He couldn't take away tens of thousands of taels of gold, so that valuable gold bead might be part of some conspiracy.
At this time, the business of Yuelai Restaurant was not as good as before, because there were more and more guests from all walks of life, and there were fewer wealthy businessmen passing by.
However, the shopkeeper of Yuelai Restaurant is not sad, but full of joy.
Because the people living in the store have given enough money, after calculation, the income is several times the usual amount.
Xiaoyu had no intention of entering the restaurant, but was sitting on the roadside drinking a bowl of soup. She just wanted to confirm that Mr. Lu was at the Yuelai Restaurant, and then come to inquire after he disguised himself in the evening.
"You little bastard, go away and sell flowers, blocking the way of the uncle!" A group of men with swords put down their bamboo hats in their hands, scolded the children who were selling apricot flowers, and squeezed into Yuelai Restaurant.
The leader is tall and holds a three-foot wide sword with a short handle. He is Wang Heng from the Naha Sword Sect.
This profession is full of men who carry swords. Xiaoyu saw a few of them who looked familiar. They had been bullied by them, and he recognized them at a glance as being from the Chunhua Valley Ba Dao Sect.
"What are these people doing here?" Xiao Yu muttered inwardly, watching them enter Yuelai Restaurant.
But Wang Heng was seen striding into Yuelai Restaurant with a big knife on his shoulder and everyone at his head.
"Where is the shopkeeper?" Wang Heng slammed the big knife on the ground, holding the handle of the knife with both hands, as if he was coming to collect debts.
The shopkeeper is a middle-aged man, dressed as a butler, with a long beard and wide forehead. His name is Shen Yue, and he is the owner of Yuelai Restaurant.
Shen Yue hurried over from the counter and greeted the guests with a smile: "Hey, gentlemen, do you want to stay in the hotel?"
Wang Heng frowned and asked in a rough voice: "Shopkeeper, are there any good guys from the Lu Jiao here?"
Shen Yue nodded, "Yes, yes, they spent money to rent out the second floor of our store and said they wanted to live here for a while. So, if you guys are right, we still have some seats left in our store." , if you want to stay in a hotel, there really is no place.”
Wang Heng heard this and replied with a smile: "It's good to be here, it's good to be here. Let's set up some tables of good wine and good food for the uncle. We want to have a good meal."
Hearing this, Shen Yue hurriedly asked the waiter to arrange a few large round tables, "Okay, gentlemen, please come in."
The wonton stall was located next to a side window facing the street of Yuelai Restaurant. Xiaoyu sat there and heard clearly what Wang Heng and the shopkeeper said.
I have to thank this guy for letting me confirm that Lu Jiao and his party are staying at Yuelai Restaurant. I just heard that Wang Heng said that he was a "hero of Lu Jiao". I didn't know what this guy with a wide waist and thick neck was selling in the gourd. Medicine, Lu Jiao, who was scorned by people in the Central Plains, actually became a hero in his mouth.
Xiaoyu wanted to know what Wang Heng was doing here, but the soup in the bowl had already reached the bottom.
"Auntie, I think the rain is quite heavy. I want to sit here and wait for the rain to subside before leaving. Is that okay?" Xiaoyu asked the wonton seller.
The woman selling wontons smiled and replied: "Brother, it's raining, and the business at my stall is not good. I don't miss your seat. You can sit down and it won't be in the way."
"Thank you, ma'am." Xiaoyu replied.
"You're welcome, you're welcome." The wonton seller was still busy.
Through the window, I saw Wang Heng and his group sitting down one after another. Before the food and drinks were served, Wang Heng rushed to the stairs.
The waiter stopped him quickly.
"Sir, the upstairs is occupied by a guest, please stop."
Wang Heng frowned and said: "I know, if I don't come here to pay a visit to the heroes of the Lu Jiao, please get out of my way."
The waiter in the shop looked embarrassed. He saw that the old man in front of him was a rich man and someone he couldn't afford to offend. Just when he didn't know what to say, a middle-aged man wearing a yellow robe and Western-style clothing with half his face covered stood at the top of the stairs. Look below.
This man is exactly the fake 'Yan Kong'.
"Who is causing trouble here?"
Wang Heng saw a man in strange clothing from the Western Regions standing at the entrance of the stairs. Seeing his impressive aura, he hurriedly clasped his fists and said with a smile: "I'm Wang Heng, the head of the Ba Dao Sect in Chunhua Valley, Yangzhou. I've seen heroes from the Lu Sect."
"Well, from Ba Dao Clan?" Yankong frowned and said, "What do you want from us?"
Wang Heng said respectfully: "I heard that the heroes of the Lu Sect came to Jiangnan to make friends with people from various sects in the south of the Yangtze River. Our Ba Dao Sect was not in Huatan Temple because of something to do, so we came to Yuelai Restaurant today to pay a visit. Thank you for not giving up. I'm sorry. A few tables of wine, please come down and talk."
