Before leaving, Qin Feng held Huo Yuan's hand and refused to let go.
"Master Qin, I know you are reluctant to leave us, but we all have things to do, and you have settled in Fengtian City now. You can meet again anytime you want," Huo Yuan comforted.
I can't bear to part with you. Qin Feng said solemnly: "I agreed to give you a lecture. Later I bought a restaurant and you guys are going to decorate it for me for free.
how? My lecture is over, do you want to pretend that this never happened? "
Huo Yuan's face froze: "How could that be? Master Qin, after you choose the location of your restaurant, you can come and find us."
"There is no evidence for what you say, but I want to establish written evidence."
"Given the reputation of the God's Workshop and our previous relationship, there is no need to establish a written document."
"Oh, you have so much work on weekdays. If you are too busy and can't spare time, wouldn't my class today be in vain?
Be sure to establish written evidence! "
Huo Yuan had no choice but finally agreed.
Qin Feng put the receipt into his arms with satisfaction and asked curiously: "Where is Mr. Yuan? Why haven't you seen him today?"
"The old man is still tinkering with the moving city. His previous trip to Jinyang City gave him a sudden enlightenment. Since returning, he has been nesting on the fifth floor of the previous attic and has never come out."
"I see, it's true that Mr. Yuan, at such an old age, doesn't know how to take a rest. Then you go and do your work. I'll take Ningshuang and leave first." Qin Feng waved his hand and left.
On the fifth floor of the attic, the steaming stove was emitting white smoke. It was obviously the twelfth month of winter, but it felt like a steamer here.
Mr. Yuan Zhai sat cross-legged on the ground and put aside the course notes he had just recorded.
On his left hand side, Bai Xuan's huge design almost filled one-third of the hall.
On Bai Xuan, a huge mobile city comes to life, and every detail inside has been marked in place. Only the word "power" has a big question mark.
"I originally wanted to use treasure weapons to drive this city, but it's still a bit unrealistic. I have to think about it again, and think about it again."
After teaching all morning, it was three o'clock in the morning and it was time for lunch.
Qin Feng took Ningshuang through several streets and found a restaurant that was crowded with people.
People in different places have different food tastes. Although Qin Feng is very confident in hot pot, it is also necessary to find out the eating habits of the local people in advance.
As the saying goes, if you know yourself and the enemy, you can fight a hundred battles without danger.
He originally wanted to take Ningshuang to have a meal at Fengtian City's famous Zhaixing Tower, but after thinking about it carefully, he gave up the idea.
After all, Zhaixinglou mainly caters to high-end customers, and it receives either dignitaries or relatives of the emperor.
What Wangyueju faces are more ordinary people and businessmen.
The customer groups are different, and the value of reference will naturally be different.
After waiting for a while, Qin Feng and Qin Feng sat down under the hospitality of the waiter in the restaurant.
There are all kinds of dishes here. Qin Feng, who was new here, didn't know what to order, so he asked the waiter to serve all the signature dishes.
This restaurant is quite unique. There is a high platform in the middle, and a storyteller is singing and eloquent on the platform.
The people can listen to stories while eating their meals, which is really beautiful.
"This is a good idea." Qin Feng nodded slightly. Isn't what the restaurant needs most is popularity and excitement?
And if he lives an extra life, the stories in his mind will be all kinds of weird and varied, so he won't have to worry about not attracting customers.
After putting down his chopsticks and having enough wine and food, Qin Feng also had a general understanding of the tastes of the people in Fengtian City.
The storyteller was probably tired, so he took a sip of tea to moisten his throat. He stopped telling the story and casually mentioned some major events that had happened in the four regions of Daqian.
Not only did this not disappoint the people, but it made them even more excited.
After all, for these people, gossip and gossip are timeless after-dinner topics.
Fengtian City, as the center of Daqian, people coming and going
The news spread all over the world.
The storyteller mentioned that the Asura clan in the Eastern Region is still unparalleled in combat power and makes people fearful.
In the Rakshasa clan in the Northern Territory, the women in it are all famous in the country, but they all have thorns that can kill people.
The Garuda tribe in the southern region has been recuperating and doing business since the battle at Zhenlingguan, and has recently taken action.
The Demon King of the Western Region is extremely powerful. In the past few years, he has occupied many areas one after another, and the Demon Slayer Division has gradually been unable to suppress it.
The Tushan fox demon that can enchant people's soul, the huge Kunpeng that can block out the sky and the sun, and the mountain-backed dragon turtle that can move mountains and seas.
The phoenix fire burns thousands of hectares of forest, and the blue dragon roars and thunder shakes the sky.
Monsters and ghosts have always been the main theme of this era, and humans can only survive carefully in their cracks.
"Speaking of the Southern Territory, too many things have happened recently. Since the establishment of Huarong Dao, the demons and ghosts in the Southern Territory have become restless. The three great gods will not stop for a moment to kill the powerful demons and ghosts that cause trouble.
And some time ago, everyone must have heard about the ghoul disaster in Shuliang City that caused a lot of commotion.
If Master Gunslinger hadn't come in person, the consequences would have been disastrous!
But maybe you don’t know that there is one person who can be said to be indispensable in solving the zombie disaster. "
The storyteller failed to make a fool of himself, and everyone eating in the audience was immediately unhappy: "Who is it? You should explain it clearly!"
"Don't be anxious, don't be anxious, listen to me slowly, you must know Liu Jianli, the genius of the Liu family.
Before the three kendo masters formed the kendo alliance, she entered the third level of Shenwu and became the youngest swordsman in history.
The reason Shuliang City was able to survive the ghoul disaster safely is because of "
Someone in the audience asked, "Could it be that Liu Jianli also went there and took action with Lord Gun Immortal?"
The storyteller waved his finger and said, "No, no, it's her husband-in-law who went, the son of the Qin family, a second-class general serving the country!"
Qin Feng raised his eyebrows, and Lan Ningshuang paused when she moved her chopsticks.
"To say that this boy is really great, at such a young age, his cultivation level in the literary sage tradition is not low.
His poetry attainments are unparalleled in the world. Two months ago, a beautiful poem from the Baihua Valley in the Southern Region was introduced to Fengtian City, causing an uproar in the brothel.
Countless literati and poets regard it as a classic and claim that for thousands of years, no poems praising people can match its edge. "
There were a lot of people in the restaurant, and there were always some senior prostitutes. A man dressed richly said excitedly: "I know, I know, the clouds look like clothes, the flowers look like faces, the spring breeze blows Revlon!"
Rao is the oiran in the brothel who is excellent at poetry and poetry. Every time he mentions this poem, he will show a longing look.
Many oirans even publicly stated that if the person who wrote this poem came to their courtyard, they would take nothing from him, just to spend the night with that talented man! "
Is there such a good thing?
Qin Feng's eyes lit up. If he could become an oiran in a brothel in Fengtian City, he must be a first-rate beauty.
If you sleep for one night, the cheapest one is nearly a hundred taels of silver.
It would be too happy if I could have sex for free.
Just when he was thinking about it, he suddenly felt a murderous aura.
Turning her head to look, Lan Ningshuang's beautiful eyes were looking at him quietly without blinking.
Qin Feng immediately frowned and sighed: "The world is declining, people's hearts are not the same as before, these people are really vulgar."
