Chapter 138: The Introduction of the Shara Gate

The two of them entered together with the introducer, and Wu Changkong looked at the entire arrangement. Situ Chi looked at Wu Changkong, and Wen Jingshu sat down generously and said straight to the point: "I think you also know that Shangguan Yulong is dead. Now you only have two spiritual stones in your hand. Even if you want to get them, it's not enough, because You have no guide."

Situ Chi looked at Wen Jingshu: "Presumably Wen Daqianjin knows a lot of secrets. As long as I keep you, won't things be solved?"

Wen Jingshu looked at him and said to herself: "This person has a lot of calculations. Even if he goes to Tai'an or Shandong, he just goes to deliver goods. It's better to promise him everything first."

Situ Chi was very happy to see Wen Jingshu readily agreeing to his terms. After Wu Changkong was rescued, he became very interested in Shaluomen Yin. The generous terms he offered were something he could not refuse, and half of them The villas are all located in the mountains, which is very strange.

Wen Jingshu was not interested in this and did not want to stay here for more than a quarter of an hour, but Wu Changkong was very interested and wanted to stay.

Situ Chi said: "Why don't you guys stay and have dinner before leaving?"

Wen Jingshu said: "It's not that it's okay, but I'm from the south. Some people in the north are not used to eating, so I'd better not bother you!"

Situ Chi said: "These are all trivial matters. I have authentic southern cuisine here, including your Nanjing salted duck, and stuffed peach blossoms."

Wen Jingshu retracted her foot when she heard Taohua Niang stepped forward, "But seriously, I'm going to give it a try."

Wu Changkong, who had lived in the north for a long time, didn’t know what peach blossom wine was and wanted to try it.

Is there peach blossom in it? It feels like there is a faint fragrance.

Isn’t it delicious? Wen Jingshu looked at Wu Changkong's expression and knew that he had fallen in love with this peach blossom stuffing. "Do you still have peach blossom cakes and peach blossom porridge like this?"

Situ Chi said: "Of course I am a guest from afar."

Wen Jingshu felt that goosebumps were rising all over her body. Wu Changkong opened his mouth to eat, without the restraint of a scholar at all, and devoured it hungrily.

This made Wen Jingshu obsessed with watching him gobble it up and it was funny.

Situ Chi suppressed his amusement, "Wu Shaoxia is indeed a descendant of the martial arts world who doesn't stick to trivial matters."

It's late autumn now, and I want to know how Master Situ keeps the peach blossoms! And such a fresh fragrance.

Situ Chi said: "In the perennial snow behind the mountains, I stored the freshly fallen peach blossoms in March this year in sealed jars under the ice and snow, so that the fresh fragrance of the peach blossoms can be preserved."

Wen Jingshu nodded, "I didn't expect that Master Situ has a unique way of food and storage. I admire him."

Wen Qianjin won the prize, I just took advantage of the terrain and manpower.

Wu Changkong knew how to eat from the sidelines and didn't listen at all.

It was already late at night, and Wen Jingshu was thinking about the words at the dinner table in her room. She knew very well that she could only rely on herself here, and she had to lure Situ Chi to the border of Shandong.

It was already noon on the second day when Wu Changkong and others got up. Wen Jingshu had known that Situ Chi would definitely go to Shandong in person, but she had to let her lead the way first.

Wen Jingshu also agreed.

For this reason, Situ Chi arrived at the border of Shandong first and did not go directly to Tai'an, but went around in a circle. Wen Jingshu arrived at Tai'an City first, and Wu Changkong also arrived behind.

This is why as mentioned in the previous article, on the seventh day of October, winter has already entered Tai'an City for more than half a month. The second heavy snow of this year is falling, covering the town, houses and surrounding mountains and rivers. A silvery white, the winter sun walks lazily in the sky, the wilderness in the afternoon is empty and quiet, there is no sound of silence, as if the villages, towns, fields, and roads here do not actually exist, but are painted by the painter. A picture scroll.