"Morning, Aning, you got up so early too."
Aning nodded, ignored him, and went downstairs for a run alone.
And even when she was going for a run, she had the long cloth bag tied with a cloth rope on her back.
Yuzhou City is not a lively big city. After all, it is built on the border of Tang Dynasty. Therefore, there are few people in the city early in the morning. Except for a few vendors who get up early to sell breakfast and vegetables, there are very few other people. .
Lin Xiaolu ran alone in the green brick street. As he ran, he wondered why the ancestor of the Zhu family was so slow. It had already been a night and he still hadn't come to Yuzhou City to find him. She couldn't keep waiting for him.
The depressed boy ran for a while, and gradually there were more and more people on the street. He bought a bunch of candied haws and ate them while running without worrying about gastrointestinal discomfort.
After running around Yuzhou City for a few times and sweating a little, he went to a breakfast shop for breakfast. He ate about forty red bean paste buns and drank twelve bowls of soy milk at the entrance of the breakfast shop. The passers-by around him cheered, and the business of the breakfast stall was much better than before.
When he patted his belly and returned to the inn, it was already mid-morning and there was no one in the lobby of the inn. With nothing to do, he came to the counter and chatted with the waiter who was settling accounts.
The waiter said that this inn used to be a good business, because Yuzhou City is a transportation hub and is located on the border. In the past, civilians from other countries would come here every day to stay, do business, or come for fun, but now The ancestor of the Zhu family left the customs, and the city gate of Yuzhou was closed, leaving the inn without a single guest recently.
When Lin Xiaolu found out, he smiled and patted the waiter on the shoulder, promising that the matter would be resolved soon. The waiter didn't take his words to heart and just responded with a polite smile.
At noon, he did not order the same food as yesterday, but simply ordered a dozen plates of home-cooked dishes and a hot pot. Because Lin Xiaolu spent a lot of money, he would order enough for a dozen people each time. The waiter and the innkeeper also became more and more respectful to him, treating him like a grandfather. After all, business was not good during this period, and Xiaolu was their God of Wealth.
"You really don't want to eat?"
At the dinner table, Lin Xiaolu held a pig's trotter and said to Aning, who was eating steamed buns at the next table, "The pig's trotter is delicious."
"I don't eat what comes to me."
Aning ate his steamed buns and declined his invitation. Then he thought for a moment and said, "If you have any enemies, or someone bullies you and robs you of your gold, I can protect you. Of course, the price is not low."
"Oh, there's no need for that. I'm so strong that I'm scared."
Seeing that he was still bragging, Aning's eyes became even more contemptuous, and he had classified this kid into a second-rate person in his heart.
Because she had observed Lin Xiaolu a long time ago, Lin Xiaolu's hands had no calluses, and his skin color was fairer and tender. He did not look like a martial artist at all.
Of course, what she didn't know was that everything Lin Xiaolu ate in Emei was full of spiritual energy. Although he could not absorb the spiritual energy, the nutrients contained in it were excellent for his skin and body, so he looked good. He is a good-looking young man, not a big, round-waisted man like other martial arts practitioners.
"Aning, do you know kung fu?"
Lin Xiaolu couldn't sit still and asked while eating.
"I know a little bit." The girl didn't hide it. Instead, she seemed to have discovered a new business opportunity and showed a rare smile: "If you want to learn Kung Fu from me, I can also teach you. Of course, it's not free."
Lin Xiaolu shook his head decisively and said that he didn't need to learn. Through the two days of contact, he could see that this Aning was actually a money addict, but she seemed to be more principled. For example, she would not invite her to dinner or something. I would agree. Anyway, he is a very strange person. He probably has some minor problems.
The two stopped talking and each had their own lunch. When the time came, Aning asked after eating the steamed buns: "When should we leave for Amitabha Temple?"
"almost."
Lin Xiaolu stuffed his mouth with freshly cooked beef tripe, turned around and responded vaguely: "Don't worry, it's probably just the next two days, I'm waiting for someone."
As soon as he finished speaking, there was a sudden noise outside the inn door. Soon, several people walked into the inn aggressively.
Each of these people has an extraordinary temperament and gorgeous clothes, and the leader is an old man with white hair and a serious face.
Lin Xiaolu guessed at almost the first glance that this old man was the ancestor of the Zhu family. He smiled with surprise and said to Aning: "I think we can set off tomorrow. Aning, look, this old man came to see me. .”
The girl looked curiously at the old man with a white beard who came in, and then at the group of imposing middle-aged men behind him. She soon noticed the jade plaques on their waists, and was immediately startled, with a pair of beautiful eyes. Extremely horrified, her red lips pursed tightly, not daring to make any sound.
These people are from the Zhu family of the Tang Dynasty. They are not something that a warrior like me can deal with. Damn it, who is this kid who brags all day long? How could he get into trouble with an immortal cultivator!
Her hands calmly held the black cloth bag, thinking about whether to run away first.
Different from the girl's fear, Lin Xiaolu was much more relaxed here. At this moment, he was looking at the old man in front of him who looked like a worldly expert and sighed.
Not to mention anything else, let's just talk about his appearance. He is indeed an immortal, full of character. If you walk on the street, you can probably think of him as an old immortal at a glance.
While making an evaluation in his mind, he casually picked up a chopstick beef roll from the hot pot, dipped it in the seasoning and blew it carefully, then stuffed it into his mouth and tasted it carefully, as if he didn't even notice the unkind looks from these people. Same.
At this moment, in the inn, the white-bearded old man led a group of middle-aged people and strode up to Lin Xiaolu, who was concentrating on eating hot pot. He gave him a condescending look. With just one glance, he could see that Lin Xiaolu had no spiritual power in his body. This also made a glint of coldness flash in his eyes.
A pariah doesn't kneel down when he sees me! And you can eat hotpot so freely! It's totally treasonous!
As the old man's face became colder and colder, everyone's heart became more frightened. The waiter and shopkeeper of the inn hid behind the counter and did not dare to say anything. The atmosphere in the entire inn lobby became extremely strange for a moment, as if the calm before the storm, only the young man The sound of chirping while eating hot pot still echoes in the inn.
The next second, a middle-aged man next to the old man with a white beard suddenly spoke to Lin Xiaolu in a cold voice.
"Is this my cousin you injured? And he's pretending to be the Immortal of Emei?"
The young man blew the hot beef slowly, nodded, then shook his short legs while eating, held his head in his little hands, and glared at them sideways, as if you have the ability to kill me. Posture.
His appearance naturally made the monks in this group feel angry. They were used to being looked up to by ordinary people and could not accept that anyone dared to look at them like this. The middle-aged man even shouted loudly: "Untouchable! Do you know what is in front of you?" Who is standing!"
The old man with the white beard also snorted angrily, stared at Lin Xiaolu and said sarcastically: "I have only been out of seclusion for a few days, and I unexpectedly met a yellow-mouthed kid like you who doesn't know the world. It's really interesting."
Faced with the old man's sarcastic words, Lin Xiaolu continued to eat hot pot with his legs shaking, humming while shaking:
"I said you are all quite old, but you don't have any eyesight at all. You didn't see me eating. You should queue up and squat in the corner first, and then I'll pick off your pants after I finish eating."
