Traveling through the divine eagle: the first sword of Quanzhen

Chapter 4 A different world of martial arts than imagined
Looking at the back of Yin Zhiping leaving, Li Qingwei clenched the long sword in his hand.

Looking at the morning sun rising early, he chuckled.His time seemed to be coming.

Back in his room, Li Qingwei tidied up his belongings a little bit. Although the life on Zhongnan Mountain was not difficult, it was not much better. The Quanzhen Sect did not have its own property like other sects.

The source of income of Quanzhen Sect is only the donations of the pilgrims who go up the mountain to worship, and the little rewards some disciples get when they go down the mountain.Therefore, even Li Qingwei, who is a disciple who entered the room, has nothing of his own.Only a few changes of laundry.

After tidying up, he carried the burden on his body, and took the sword given by his master.Came to Yin Zhiping's room to bid farewell to the master.

Li Qingwei stood still outside the door and said: "Master and apprentice are on their way now. Take care, master!"

Speaking of the door opening, Yin Zhiping walked out from the door, he put his hand into his sleeve and said: "I don't need to return too soon when I go down the mountain this time. It is difficult to understand the way of the world without going through the sufferings of the world! I will give you this as a teacher." One year. When you come back after one year, as a teacher, you must listen to your apprentice's experience."

Li Qingwei bowed his head and said, "Yes! Master!"

As he spoke, Yin Zhiping took out a money bag from his sleeve, and then handed it to his apprentice.

"Mount Zhongnan is thousands of miles away from Luoyang, and I have nothing for you as a teacher. I will leave these Xu Yinliangs for you to spend on the road. Go and be careful all the way~! After going down the mountain, don't do anything wrong!"

After Yin Zhiping finished speaking, he handed over the purse to the apprentice, then turned and went back to the room, and the door was closed heavily with a wave of his hand.

Looking at the closed door, Li Qingwei bowed again.Then went down the mountain.

After descending the mountain, Li Qingwei breathed a sigh of relief, looking at the mountain gate behind, he stretched his waist and thought: "Leaving Zhongnan Mountain, it's like a dragon entering the sea. Fortunately, with Li Qingwei's original memory, I won't be like that in this era. Old farmers are generally unfamiliar when they come to the city."

At this time, the stomach growled, and the meals of their master and apprentice were delivered to Yin Zhiping's practice room by other disciples on weekdays.I went down the mountain today and missed my meal.

Looking at his thin body, Li Qingwei took out the money bag given by his master.After counting it, there are 50 taels of silver in it.According to the previously fused memories, he also understood the purchasing power of this era. As long as 50 taels of silver are not wasted, it is enough for a family of three to eat and drink for three to five years.

"The Quanzhen lineage of Taoism is very poor. This Li Qingwei has been eating vegetarian food for several years. He is really a vegetarian. And he also strictly abides by the precepts taught by his master, and he dare not go too far. Fortunately, I am Li Qingwei and not Li Qingwei. .I don’t need to abide by his rules and regulations. The important thing is to find a town to fill my stomach first.”

Speaking of which, Li Qingwei followed the official road all the way to Zhendian.

About half an hour later, Li Qingwei finally came to a town, but the town here was completely different from what he had imagined.

In his impression, Zhongnan Mountain is located in the hinterland of Guanzhong, close to the ancient capital Chang'an.

From the beginning of the Han Dynasty, the land of Guanzhong was extremely rich, and it became even more prosperous in the Kaiyuan period of the Tang Dynasty.Although it gradually declined after the Anshi Rebellion, it would not be the bleak scene in front of me.

Walking into the town, there are not many people in this town, most of them are old and weak women and children.Most of the young and strong people are merchants and their followers.

I have traveled all over the town, and there are no restaurants like those in martial arts novels here.

When I came to the town, I finally saw a shop with the name of sesame seed cakes, which said "five cents for sesame seed cakes".

Li Qingwei hastily stepped forward and shouted: "Old man! Bring me two sesame seed cakes, and some meat!"

The old man who was baking cakes turned around and looked at the young man who wanted to beg for food. He looked Li Qingwei up and down. Although he was dressed in plain clothes, he saw the bun on his head.

He then said: "Prince Xiaodao, the old man only has bread here, but no meat."

Li Qingwei frowned and looked at the old man's stall. Although there was no meat on the surface, Li Qingwei had traveled through time. The two of them had merged into one, and their perceptions were naturally twice that of ordinary people.He could already smell a meaty aroma.Looking at the aroma, there is dried meat in sauce in the vegetable basket under the stove.

Li Qingwei pointed to the vegetable basket covered by the sackcloth and said: "Old man, you can do business like a child. Although Xiaodao is a Taoist priest, he never taboos. You can sell some of the meat in the old man's basket to Xiaodao." Li Qingwei wiped it off his body. He took out a small piece of broken silver and handed it to the old man.

The old man looked at the silver bean, waved his hand and said: "Young Daoist, it's not that the old man won't sell you the meat. If you knew where the meat came from, you might not dare to eat it!"

After speaking, he moved closer to Li Qing and said softly, "This meat is from Mongolia."

Before he finished speaking, Li Qingwei interrupted him impatiently and said, "If you don't dare to dare, the old man just sells it to the Taoist."

Seeing the young man in front of him who is not afraid of heaven and earth, the old man snorted coldly and said: "In that case, the old man will give some meat to the Taoist priest."

Afterwards, he led Li Qingwei to the corner of the stall, returned to the stove where the biscuits were baked, looked around again, and then broke off two pieces of meat with his hands and sandwiched them between the two hot biscuits that had just been baked. After the meat was covered, it was secretly brought to Li Qingwei.

Seeing the boss's strange behavior, Li Qingwei asked in puzzlement: "What's the meaning of this old man? Do you have to sneak around every meal nowadays?"

The old man who sold sesame seed cakes did not answer Li Qingwei's question, but instead told him: "Young Daoist, I am taking a risk today, but please sit here quietly and don't let anyone see you. Please leave as soon as possible after eating. "

After finishing speaking, the old man returned to the front of the stove and continued to sit on his own biscuits.

Seeing the old man's actions, Li Qingwei couldn't help chuckling.After that, he ate it with big mouthfuls.

I didn't expect to be able to eat authentic Roujiamo here.

At this moment, a group of people rushed over, and Li Qing couldn't help turning his head when he heard the sound of horseshoes.

It was a group of Mongolian soldiers who came.

However, Li Qingwei didn't pay much attention to it. After all, he is now in the period of Emperor Lizong of the Southern Song Dynasty.

At this time, the Jin people were dead, but the homeland of the Central Plains was not recovered by the Song Dynasty, but fell into the hands of the Mongols.

Since it is in Mongolia, it is normal that there are some Mongolian soldiers, and now he still has important matters to rush to Shaolin, so there is no need to do unnecessary things.

As long as these Mongolian soldiers don't come to provoke him, he will not take the initiative to provoke them.

A group of Mongolian soldiers stopped in front of the old man’s stall, and a Han interpreter murmured something to these Mongolians, and then said to the old man selling cakes: “All the Mongolian adults you eat are requisitioned.”

The old man said yes again and again, and then poured all the cold sesame seed cakes in the basket onto a piece of sackcloth.Then took out the previous bamboo basket.Pour the meat and bread inside together.

At this time, a Mongolian soldier stared at the incomplete piece of sauced meat in front of him, with a displeased expression on his face.

After that, he murmured something to the Chinese translator.The Han interpreter bowed his head and listened to the Mongolian master with a smile on his face.

Li Qingwei, who was sitting by the side eating meat buns, looked at his flattering face, and couldn't help but think of those traitors in anti-Japanese dramas.

"Looking at the appearance of this 'tail-wagging' dog, I guess I'm going to 'bark my teeth' on my old man soon." Li Qing muttered softly.

(End of this chapter)