It was noon, and there were dozens of desks in the courtyard of the Hekou Town ancestral hall. Various dishes and wines were on display. The entire ancestral hall was enveloped in the aroma of wine and meat.
Outside the ancestral hall, people from Hekou Town lined up in a long queue, and everyone brought their best food to offer sacrifices.
Only the most sincere and high-status townspeople are qualified to sit and eat with the immortals of the Holy Lotus Sect in the courtyard. This is an honor and a fate.
In order to show their sincerity, each family brought out the best things.
It's a pity that the people of Hekou Town have made offerings many times before, and many families are already overwhelmed, and they really can't get anything good out of them.
With dozens of tables of food and drinks inside, the entire town has almost been emptied out.
But the people still enjoy it, thinking that food is just dross on the road to immortality. In the future, if you become an immortal, you don't need to eat at all.
However, there are always a few wealthy families in a town who can afford a sheep. It must be because Beier has face and it is appropriate to reserve a seat at the banquet.
A private couple mingled among the crowd, carrying a pot of dozens of kilograms of mutton, which attracted many envious glances.
But the couple showed no expression and kept their heads lowered all the way. No one knew what their expressions were.
"There is an evil beast in the family who slanders the immortals. How can we behave well to please the immortals? Otherwise, not only will we not be able to become immortals in the future, we will have to go to the eighteenth level of hell."
Not far away, the residents of the same town were talking sourly.
The couple remained unresponsive.
When the two came to the entrance of the ancestral hall, people from the Holy Lotus Sect were guarding them: "Which household, what are you sending?"
The two put down the big pot and opened the lid. A strong aroma of mutton came out, with a smell of mutton. This is the most unique sign of mutton.
The guard's saliva immediately flowed out.
Mutton is a good thing, and even rich people can't just eat it if they want.
The woman said: "From the Li Fu family, kill the last sheep in the family and give it to all the immortals to have a taste."
The guard didn't say much. He picked up the ladle from the pot and scooped out a ladle of soup. He took a sip without caring about burning his mouth.
The rich flavor of the mutton soup stimulated the taste buds, and the guard was so beautiful that he shook his head: "Tsk, tsk, tsk... the taste is strong enough!"
A pot of mutton soup attracted a few more people, who all came to try it first.
Several people tasted it separately, and they were still not satisfied with the taste. They especially praised the couple for their sincerity and let them sit directly in the inner courtyard.
Mutton soup is not unusual on the dining table in the inner courtyard, and I don't know which restaurant offers soy sauce meat that attracts attention.
Not for anything else, just because the sauced meat is from slaughtered cows.
In the fifth year of Zhenguan, cattle were slaughtered in broad daylight to celebrate. Such a spectacle could only be seen in the Holy Lotus Sect.
It was getting late, and the disciples of the Holy Lotus Sect and the Mingjian Villa arrived and took their seats one after another, along with the hundreds of townspeople behind them.
This meal was a big deal to the townspeople, but to the Holy Lotus Sect, it was just a simple meal.
There was nothing to say during the dinner, everyone started eating.
Bai Song was also at the table, sitting among the core members.
There was wine at the table, so the protector took the opportunity to pour wine for Bai Song as an apology.
Bai Song was absent-minded and glanced around, only to find that he didn't see Mr. Mo.
"Deputy Envoy Bai, what are you looking at? As a protector, Mr. Cai has wrongly accused Deputy Envoy Bai many times. It is really a sin. This glass of wine..."
"Why don't you see Mr. Mo?"
"Mr. Mo has something to do at the moment, so he has to take a step forward. What does Deputy Bai have to do?"
Bai Song shook his head: "It's nothing... Since Mr. Mo is not here, there is less trouble."
"trouble?"
"It's nothing, just talking casually. Why haven't you seen the Holy Envoy of the Southern Territory?"
The protector frowned and said in a low voice: "This person has evil intentions. I'm afraid he has fled in fear of crime."
Bai Song smiled without revealing it. He raised his wine glass and took a sip.
At this time, a steaming bowl of mutton soup was served.
In ancient times, without spices, mutton had a strong smell of mutton, but it was this smell that instantly aroused everyone's taste buds.
For a moment, the whole table was filled with the sound of swallowing.
"This sheep is delicious. You can drink it while it's hot. Only when you're full can you have the strength to go on the road. We still have two days to go to Yangzhou." The protector took the lead and said.
Everyone became polite and started serving soup.
When Bai Song arrived, Bai Song waved his hand to indicate that he didn't want it.
"Deputy Ambassador Bai, this mutton soup is a very good thing. Don't you want to try it?"
"My anger has been too strong recently, and the mutton soup is too irritating, so I can't eat it." Bai Song replied calmly.
Everyone knew that Bai Song was a doctor, so it was not surprising that he paid attention to his own health, and the people at the same table didn't take it seriously.
Sitting next to Bai Song was Qing'er. Qing'er had a special liking for mutton soup, and rarely took the initiative to get up to get a bowl.
Bai Song frowned and stood up to stop him.
Bai Song's action instantly attracted everyone's attention.
Qing'er was also quite puzzled and looked at Bai Song doubtfully.
"Mr. Bai, this..."
"Miss Qing'er, have you forgotten the allergy on your face? Your body cannot handle this."
Bai Song's face was very serious. Based on Qing'er's understanding of Bai Song, she seemed to see different signals in the other party's eyes.
Qing'er frowned slightly, not knowing what Mr. Bai was going to do, but her instinct made her choose to give up and sit back in her seat silently.
Although Bai Song's explanation makes sense, it seems a bit strange to everyone.
But for a while, I couldn't tell what was strange.
However, apart from Bai Song and Qing'er, there was one other core member at the table who did not serve the mutton soup.
This person is Shangguan Ke, the owner of Mingjian Villa!
The protector was very vigilant, stared at Shangguan guest suspiciously, and asked in a low voice: "Master of the village, why don't you drink this mutton soup?"
Shangguan guest cupped his hands and smiled, and said relaxedly: "Dharma protector, Shangguan can't stand the smell of mutton, I'm making you laugh."
"Can't stand the smell of mutton?"
The protector frowned and thought, instinctively feeling that things were not that simple.
At this time, a person next to him smiled and said: "Dharma protector, what are you doing? If they don't want to eat, we can eat it. After the mutton soup has cooled down, it will be tasteless."
As he said that, the man wanted to drink it in one gulp.
"Wait a minute!" the protector suddenly shouted in a heavier tone.
Everyone was startled and looked at the protector inexplicably.
"Everyone, wait a moment!" the protector said in a deep voice, then took out a silver needle from his sleeve and put it into the mutton soup.
At the same time, the protector narrowed his eyes and stared at Bai Song.
Bai Song saw this scene and even noticed the protector's eyes.
At this moment, Bai Song suddenly sat up straight and faced the protector's eyes meaningfully.
The atmosphere suddenly became serious, because Bai Song and the protector looked at each other, and there seemed to be a dangerous signal in the air.
Everyone looked down at the mutton soup in their hands, and suddenly felt a little dazed. They couldn't help but ask in their hearts, is there really something wrong with this mutton soup?
After half a minute, the protector finally withdrew his eyes, and at the same time took out the silver needle and put it in front of his eyes.
The silver needle has not changed color!
"Hiss..." The protector took a breath, feeling a little weird.
The silver needle remains as usual, exuding a silvery luster.
"Not poisonous?"
"Harmful!" Someone on the side sighed and patted the Protector on the shoulder: "Master Protector, what are you doing? You make a good table of food so nervous! These wines and dishes are all tributes from the townspeople. , the whole town belongs to us, do you still think that those stupid people can poison us? Even if it is poisonous, with the skills of everyone here and the medical skills of Deputy Bai, it is not a concern at all .”
After saying that, the man drank the mutton soup in one gulp, and then sighed: "It tastes good!"
Then there was another bowl.
There was not much of a pot of mutton soup distributed among dozens of tables, and everyone started to fight over it for fear of being robbed.
Seeing everyone starting to enjoy the food and wine, the guardian felt relieved.
It sounds ridiculous when I think about it, and the person just now was right.
Everyone here is a veteran with decades of martial arts skills. Why should they be afraid of poison with their internal skills? Even if it is poisonous, it can be forced out by relying on internal strength.
Besides, I've even tried silver needles, how could it be poisonous?
Thinking about it, he drank the mutton soup in one gulp.
Seeing this scene, Bai Song showed a knowing smile, and then looked back at the other tables in the courtyard. He saw people at other tables chatting happily, holding hot mutton soup in their hands, and eating with big mouthfuls. mutton.
Bai Song narrowed his eyes and looked at the sun above his head strangely, feeling an indescribable sense of relief.
There was a sentence that Bai Song kept in his heart. If he wasn't greedy for life and afraid of death, he would have wanted to shout it out loud.
But now, he could only say silently in his heart: "Girl, I have avenged you!"
Everyone was greedily indulged in the wine and meat, only Qing'er paid attention to Bai Song's every move.
In Qing'er's eyes, Mr. Bai is not a person who does weird things for no reason. Mr. Bai must have something else hidden in his heart now.
"Mr. Bai, what have you done?" Qing'er asked in a low voice while no one was paying attention.
Bai Song smiled and leaned into Qing'er's ear and whispered something.
Hearing Bai Song's words, Qing'er's eyes widened in shock, and her eyes suddenly turned frightened as she looked at Bai Song.
Bai Song held Qing'er's little hand with his left hand, and gently patted the delicate back of the hand with his right hand: "Qing'er, now you have two choices, one is to watch them die one by one, and the other is to tell you everything you heard, let me Die with them."
Qing'er sat in her seat blankly, dazed and at a loss.
Bai Song didn't say anything more and kept silently holding Qing'er's hand without relaxing for a moment. At the same time, he didn't forget to drink and compliment everyone present enthusiastically, looking familiar.
But Qing'er just sat in her original position and never moved her chopsticks.
Seeing Mr. Bai dealing with everyone around him as if nothing happened, Qing'er felt a sense of fear towards this man for the first time.
At the same time, Qing'er also had doubts in her heart. Are Mr. Bai's words true?
Mr. Bai's poison can make everyone present survive?
