The storyteller who walks the rivers and lakes

Chapter 92
In winter in Yandi Beiguo, everything is silent, and the food tends to be simpler.

Lu Fei looked at the roe deer and hare in front of him, adding a pot of flying dragon soup made many people greedy.

"Objectively, this flying dragon was bought by a small hunter at a big price from the town's hunters. It is a must in our place! Feilong soup is to remove the hair of the flying dragon and remove the internal organs, and then cook it in high broth. There is no need to put it in the soup. Any seasoning, keeping the original taste of the soup is the most nourishing to the body."

Listening to the tavern owner's words, Lu Fei also looked at the Feilong soup in front of him, and saw that the soup was so clear that the soup was in four colors of red, white, green, and black. It was even more delicious after a taste.

Looking at the shop owner who was bowing and smiling, Lu Fei directly took out a 50 taels of silver ingot, threw it over, and said, "The soup is good, are these enough?"

"It's too much!" Holding the silver ingot in his hand, the shop owner said quickly.

"It's a reward for you if you have more, go and boil me a pot of good wine!" Lu Fei waved his hand.

"Okay! The store has 20-year-old sorghum wine, I'll get it for you!"

Seeing the shop owner happily running into the back kitchen, Lu Fei shook his head and smiled, and then began to concentrate on dealing with the food in front of him.

This small town is located on an important road, and many people going to Jiaoli Mansion will stop here to rest, so Lu Fei is not the only one eating in the tavern.

It's just that it's different from Lu Fei's "luxury", most of the others are stewed in a big pot, and then a few big steamed buns are enough.

At this moment, the door of the tavern was pushed open again, and a group of more than ten warriors walked in.Judging from their appearance, they should be a small caravan traveling through the rivers and lakes.

One of the leaders is very young, and he should be a man of a family or something based on his attire.

Several local fighters in the tavern recognized him in an instant. This person was Xu Qian, the eldest son of the Xu family in Jiaoli Prefecture. Beside him was a steward in his 50s, who was frowning at Xu Qian. Persuaded: "My lord, this place is not far from the city of Jiaoli Prefecture. If we hurry up a little bit, we might be able to return to the city after dark. When the time comes, we can go back to the mansion to rest. Why delay in such a place?" What time?"

Xu Qian had an impatient expression on his face: "Don't talk about it, don't even look at what time it is now, what if there is an accident? Anyway, there is only such a little way left, and it's not bad for a day and a half. , Waiting until tomorrow to leave is the same.

This damn weather is so cold, I can't even drink hot soup this way, son, I finally got here, what are you doing in such a hurry?are you crazy! "

While yelling, those people outside have already put their things in the tavern yard, and they have come to the house to avoid the wind and cold.

The tavern was originally not that big, but now that there are so many people pouring in, it immediately feels a lot more crowded, and it's even impossible to sit down.

Xu Qian frowned, and sternly shouted at the warriors in the room: "You guys, have you finished eating? Hurry up and make room for me!"

The steward and his followers were used to Xu Qian's domineering behavior, but the eyes of those Jianghu people whom he mentioned all had a glint of anger in their eyes.

But those who can walk on the rivers and lakes are also winking.

They are just some ordinary Jiang Hu people, not to mention the identity of the other party, just the number of the other party can make them afraid to attack.

So these people also ate a few bites in a hurry, then stuffed the unfinished steamed buns into their pockets, and left in a hurry.

At this time, the shop owner had already come out, but facing such a group of people, he didn't dare to intervene, so he could only watch from the sidelines, even a few warriors who had been driven away did not dare to make a sound .

However, Lu Fei didn't make any movements, he was still sitting there drinking wine and tasting his Feilong soup.

Xu Qian, who was about to sit down, saw that someone listened to his words but did not move, and was ready to get angry immediately, but before he could make a sound, the old steward beside him had already grabbed his arm.

"Son, no!"

The old steward stopped in a low voice with a solemn expression.

Although Xu Qian was a bit domineering, he was not a fool.

Moreover, he also knew that the old steward was an old man who followed his father, and his strength and experience in the world were much better than that of a fledgling boy like him, so when he saw the dignified look of the old steward, his heart skipped a beat.

"Is this scruffy-looking swordsman still a ruthless character?"

Although he was a little puzzled in his heart, he still didn't make a sound in the end.

Seeing this, the old steward finally breathed a sigh of relief.

He has noticed Lu Fei since he first entered the tavern.

Although Lu Fei didn't deliberately exude the aura of his innate warrior, but the old steward was well-informed and dealt with many innate warriors, so he could tell at the first glance that the other party was not simple.

Although it is said that with the strength of the Xu family, they would not be afraid of an innate, but it is better not to cause trouble when they are away from home.

If he lost the things he escorted this time when he was about to arrive home, then his crime would be serious!
"Shopkeeper, please take two tables, let's fight together here, we have more people."

After hearing the old manager's words, the store owner's heart was relieved immediately.

Just now he thought there was going to be a fight, if that was the case, then his tavern would be in trouble today.

"No problem, just wait a moment, the little one, I'll arrange it for you!"

A turmoil dissipated before it arose, which dissipated the tense atmosphere.With the arrival of the food and drink, the followers slowly became lively.

While drinking, everyone began to talk about some of the rumors they had heard along the way, including the "Witch King's Treasure" that had been raging during this period of time, but what Lu Fei didn't expect was that among these people, He heard another thing related to himself...

"Do you know? I heard that before the treasure of the Witch King in Lushan was born, Ma Mingfeng of Fenggu killed a bronze-medal god catcher of the god catcher, and now Zheng Zecheng, the chief catcher of Yan County, is asking Fenggu for the murderer. !"

The wine glass in Lu Fei's hand paused slightly, and he couldn't help turning his attention to the talking guards of the Xu family.

"What's the matter. Fenggu and the imperial court have never dealt with it, not to mention that the birth of the treasure this time is also a matter of our Yanjun Wulin. The God Catcher also wants to intervene secretly, and he deserves to be killed!"

Since the Daqin military withdrew from Yanjun 30 years ago, the martial arts of Yanjun have no longer regarded the Daqin court in all these years.

Although the state capitals here are still governed by Daqin civil servants, that has nothing to do with martial arts.The government office of the state government never dared to take care of the affairs of the martial arts, even if Daqin still has a chief arrester of Yan County here!
(End of this chapter)