The next day, five more guests came to the porridge shed.
They are all well-known figures in the world, especially the two who are in the Yuanshen realm.
Han Silang, the chief master of Qingguo Baisheng Hall, and Zhang Meng, the junior disciple of Guan Zheng, the first martial artist.
The masters of the older generation have either retired or switched careers to grave digging. The two most representative masters today are these two. Han Silang and Yan Chixia still have an old relationship. It is said that when Yan Chixia was still working as a head catcher, the two were close friends.
The remaining three are not unknown either.
The leader of the Sihai Gang in the Liang Kingdom, the leader of the Tieying Gate in the Wei Kingdom, and the master of the Dafeng Pavilion in the Chu Kingdom.
These three realms are all still in the Xiantian realm, but their status in the world is extraordinary. They were all among the top ten sects in the city at that time, and a skinny camel was bigger than a horse.
And more importantly, the four major elders of Maoshan Xuanxin Sect all come from three of them, and they are the true founders.
The four people who came to the porridge shed yesterday, the fat man and the thin man were Han Silang's trusted subordinates, and the young swordsman brother and sister were Zhang Meng's apprentices.
They both heard that there was a strange porridge shack, and both of them became curious. But what prompted them to come over was that the young swordsman left his sword behind.
For Jianghu people, weapons are their second life. But for a bowl of porridge, he left his weapons behind.
Zhang Meng couldn't understand his apprentice's choice, and the young swordsman himself couldn't explain it clearly. It’s not that the porridge is really delicious, it’s just that it’s worth it for some reason.
Han Silang was familiar with Zhang Meng, and after hearing about it, he wanted to see what was weird. As for the three people, they happened to meet each other and came over together.
When the five people entered the porridge shed, Su Qing served five bowls of white porridge without waiting for a word.
The three Xiantian realms unanimously pressed a silver needle between their fingers and stirred the porridge calmly. After confirming that there was no discoloration, he sniffed again before taking a cautious sip.
Han Silang and Zhang Meng didn't care so much and drank directly.
The Yuanshen realm is basically invulnerable to all poisons, and even if there are differences, you can still taste them.
None of them planned to drink more, but they couldn't stop eating the white porridge.
"There is indeed something mysterious about this porridge." Zhang Meng was very surprised. "Not to mention the taste, the key is the indescribable refreshing feeling. After taking this sip, I feel more comfortable than when I first entered the soul."
"No wonder Brother Yan chose to establish a mountain sect here. The porridge made by the mountain people is so extraordinary." Han Silang was obviously thinking more, looking Su Qing up and down, "I dare to ask this friend, are you really from here? Mountain people?"
Su Qing ignored it.
"There is no need to be suspicious, Hall Master Han. He is indeed from the village. I asked the old man in the village before coming here." The leader of the Sihai Gang continued, and then said to Su Qing, "Boss, this porridge of yours really cannot be given to the second person." A bowl?"
Su Qing shook his head. "Everyone has a bowl and pays his own bill."
Several people tried it one after another, but no one asked anything.
Han Silang didn't ask any more questions, just looked at Su Qing frowning and thinking.
He was certain that he had never seen this person before. I don’t know why, but when I look at this boss, I feel frightened. Looking at the pot next to him, his eyes narrowed even more.
"Although this pot is not small, the amount of porridge is limited. The boss just served five bowls of porridge, but it doesn't seem to be empty at all..."
Everyone gradually finished their bowls of porridge and stood up to pay their bills.
Each of the three Xiantian realms gave them some money, ranging from a few dollars to a few taels. They had the casual style of typical Jianghu people, not caring who had more and who had less.
Zhang Meng also gave the silver and took two hundred taels.
Now he could probably understand his apprentice's act of gifting the knife, but he still thought it was too impulsive. As a veteran, he definitely cannot be the same as his apprentice. Taking two hundred and two points of silver is already quite impressive.
But what surprised him was that Han Silang actually gave him his weapon. And it seemed that it was not enough, so he took out another iron plate.
Su Qing glanced at Han Silang and said, "If you really think the porridge is worth this, you can buy two sticks of incense after you go up the mountain."
Han Silang was silent for a moment, clasped his fists and said, "Thank you, my friend. I'll note it down."
"What's one stick of incense and two sticks of incense? Brother Han, are you crazy?" Zhang Meng was surprised. "Forget about giving me weapons, why did you take out your hall master's token! If you put this thing in the world, it's Something big is going to happen.”
"Believe me once." Han Silang said to Zhang Meng, "The value of this bowl of porridge is higher than you think. There is no harm in paying more."
In fact, until now, Han Silang was not sure of anything. But that indescribable strange feeling made him willing to take the gamble.
The hall master's token is of course important, but giving it away won't be earth-shaking. But if he left like this today, Han Silang always felt that he would lose something.
"Brother Han, what do you want me to say?" Zhang Meng obviously didn't want to gamble, so he shook his head helplessly.
"Back then, you, Master Sun, insisted on entering the living tomb of King Hui. Jianghu people do whatever they want, but they must also have certain boundaries. If you follow my senior brother's example and focus on martial arts, your cultivation will never reach the level you are now."
The other three innate realms nodded in agreement.
The same is true for the founder of his own family. He was from a well-known family and was not upright, so he had to change his profession to dig graves and steal holes. Now it seems glorious to be the fourth elder for Yan Chixia, but there is no way to be as free as being the master of one's own affairs. Of course Yan Chixia's thighs should be hugged, but there should also be a certain bottom line.
…
The stories in the porridge shed happened every day, and gradually spread among the guests.
After all, this village is small and the mountain people are very xenophobic. Even if I rent a house, I don't talk much to outsiders. Such a strange porridge shed is a rare pastime. Some people even deliberately give things other than money because of the strange rules.
There are also people who feel dissatisfied because their boss doesn't give them face. But no matter how domineering they are outside, no one can act with force.
Most of the people who came to watch the ceremony came from well-off backgrounds and had traveled extensively and experienced a lot. No matter how strange things are, I have seen them before, so I won’t have trouble getting along with a stubborn mountain man. Besides, Xuanxin Zhengzong is about to be founded, and anyone with any brain knows not to cause trouble at this juncture.
Until this day, a guest from a non-ganghu background came.
"Is this the porridge shed that many people have mentioned?"
"A bowl of porridge... it should be here. Come on, let's try it too?"
"With your status, is it okay to eat outside?"
"This place is at the foot of Maoshan Mountain, and the folk customs are so simple. Is there anyone who could harm me?"
"Forget it, I saw that your people had inquired with the village elders before, and even sent someone to have a drink half an hour ago. If he wasn't sure, how could His Highness the Crown Prince dare to be so casual..."
A group of six people walked into the porridge shed, while a large number of guards stayed outside. What seems to be a scattered stand has actually blocked all directions.
All of these people were wearing ordinary clothes, and at first glance they appeared to be wealthy businessmen. But anyone with a little discernment can easily see that he is no ordinary person.
The Six Nations of Qingzhou, official missions. They were either members of the royal family or important ministers, none of them had ordinary origins.
But there was no difference in Su Qing's eyes, so he brought six bowls of porridge and put them on the table.
"White porridge, it's very ordinary." A little girl of 17 or 18 stretched her neck to look at it and said in a bluffing voice, "Brother from the store, is your porridge really so delicious?"
Su Qing ignored it and turned to the pot to continue making porridge.
"It's just like what others said. No one in Menghulu said anything." The little girl stuck out her tongue at Su Qing, then turned around to harass a big man.
"Commander Meng, come on, come on, sit next to me... The last time Wei Qi used his sword, I wasn't even born yet. You can't take your anger out on me... That's right, that's right, you should smile. A smile...even though it doesn't look very pretty..."
The giggling little girl is Princess Wenzhu of Wei State, and the one with a troubled face is Commander Meng of Qi State.
As the commander-in-chief of the Imperial Guards of Qi State, he was very powerful in the past. Even though he was seriously injured in the previous fight with Mr. Qi, his momentum never weakened. But now, I feel as depressed as I want.
Not because of the little princess in front of him, but because of the emperor who secretly complained about his family.
Maoshan is located at the junction of Liang and Yan, not in the territory of Qi. As the commander-in-chief of Qi's imperial army, he must say hello when he crosses the border hastily.
Commander Meng was looking for Liang Guo, and politely expressed that he was going to Maoshan to visit friends. The other party was very enthusiastic when he heard it and said that we were going to go as well, and we would wait for you to come over and join us. When they arrived at the gathering place in a daze, Commander Meng was immediately dumbfounded.
Qing, Qi, Chu, Wei, Liang, and Yan.
All six countries are present, no one is missing.
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Shiro, a martial artist, is generous with his wealth and loves to make friends. One day, I met a soldier who was a trafficker. I was very sympathetic to him. I didn't think he was humble and condescended to make peace with him. He paid his farewell with a treasured sword and gave all his wealth as a gift. When the world heard about it, they all admired Shiro's righteousness, he was a true hero.
"Chronicles of Heroes of Qingzhou Rivers and Lakes"
