Strange world, I can seal the gods

Chapter 117 Departure
"Is there a distinguished guest? I'm at Changfeng Escort Bureau Song Fuyun. I heard that a new distinguished guest has arrived, so I specially sent you a leg of lamb." Song Fuyun's voice sounded outside the door.

Hearing this, Cui Yu opened the door, and saw Song Fuyun holding a plate, with bright eyes like stars.

"The Sheng family is a time-honored brand, and its descendants have roasted the leg of lamb for several generations. The taste is unrivaled in Ping'an Town. I heard that the distinguished guest is staying here, so I brought the leg of lamb here for the distinguished guest to try." Song Fuyun said.

Cui Yu took the mutton leg, and glanced at Song Fuyundao, especially Song Fuyundao's lower body: he is a martial artist, at least much better than those bodyguards in the yard.

"Please come in." Cui Yu opened the door and put the leg of lamb on the table.

"Haven't you asked about your brother's name?" Song Fuyun looked at Cui Yu.

"Yes." Cui Yu replied.

"So it's Brother Zheng. Where is Brother Zheng from?" Song Fuyun seemed to ask casually.

"A native of Haojing, Dazhou, came here to do business with my father, but who knows that just as Daxia and Dayu had a dispute, the caravan was looted and requisitioned. My father has to go to Daxia to deal with it, and I want to go back to Hao Jing first finds ways to raise some funds." Cui Yu's answer was watertight.

"From Haojing? The accent is not like it." Song Fuyun said with a smile.

"In this world, there is only one accent. My family is in a small village to the southwest of Haojing. It's normal if you haven't heard it before." Cui Yu's pupils shrank. He really hadn't considered the issue of accent.

Song Fuyun didn't ask any more when he heard the words. As for whether he believed it or not, only he knew in his heart.

Imagine the land of China in the future, with 56 ethnic groups and 56 basic languages.However, Chinese has to be divided into languages ​​of various places, such as Shanghai dialect, Guangxi dialect, Beijing film dialect, etc. Basically, there is one dialect for each region, and there may not be hundreds of dialects, large and small.

Even people from LYG can't understand the words of people from Qidong.Wuxi dialect is difficult for Shanghainese to hear.

The vastness of the Great Zhou is a thousand times that of the previous life.

360 The princes of the five routes, each of them is not smaller than the Huaxia of the previous life, and even several times or dozens of times larger than China. Although Song Fuyun has some knowledge, he can't find much fault in his words.

"I heard that there is a delicacy in Haojing called Roasted Goose Belly, which uses ninety-nine 81 kinds of ingredients stuffed into the goose body, and then steamed upside down in a pot, taking the soup as the essence. It is the most delicious, no worse than this roasted leg of lamb .” Song Fuyun stared at Cui Yu.

Under the veil, Cui Yu's pupils shrank: "Test! This is a test! Song Fuyun must know about the Golden Elixir of Myriad Tribulations, and I appeared here at such a coincident time. Sure enough, there are no fools!"

Now Cui Yu faces two questions: first, has Song Fuyun ever been to Haojing in Dazhou?Second, is there any roasted goose belly in Haojing, Dazhou?

If Song Fuyun had never been to Haojing, all these words would be deceiving him.

Does Dazhou Haojing have roasted goose belly?

Cui Yu couldn't answer a single one, and he was afraid that things would have another twists and turns.

"Sure enough, none of the low-level people is a vegetarian." Cui Yu secretly sighed: "Roasted goose belly? I haven't heard of roasted goose belly, but I often eat pork belly and roast goose before. Brother, since it is a gift I'll give you a leg of lamb, and I'll give my brother some pork belly and roast goose."

Cui Yu gave an ambiguous answer, turned around and came to the bed, pretended to open the package, and then used his finger to materialize to fetch the roast goose and belly meat from the Qiankun bag, and handed it to Song Fuyun:

"Along the way, I use a preservative from my hometown to ensure that the food will not rot for several years. I don't want to eat it on weekdays, but whenever I miss my hometown, I take it out and taste it."

Cui Yu's answer was ambiguous, and there was nothing wrong with it.

He also took out roasted goose and belly meat, and handed them to Song Fuyun: "Beat belly and roast goose are famous delicacies in Haojing. Your Excellency has been to Haojing, so you must have heard of it."

"Hahaha, I've heard of the names of roast goose and belly meat, but my father doesn't allow me to hang out in Haojing." Song Fuyun had a happy expression on his face.

When Cui Yu heard this, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth under the veil: "Boy, you are still young."

"Let's try it together." Cui Yu warmly invited, and simply took off the veil on his head.

Wearing a veil, on the contrary, is easy to make people suspicious.

After completing this vote, the people in Changfeng Bodyguard Bureau are afraid that they will die, so what if they can see his face?

Seeing Cui Yu take off his hood, Song Fuyun was completely relieved, and sat in the room to share food with Cui Yu.

After the two of them were full of wine and food, Song Fuyun got up and left.

"Master, is there a problem?" The old man in the accountant was standing downstairs, seeing Song Fuyun walking out, he hurriedly stepped forward to ask.

"I didn't find any major problems, it's just a coincidence of time." Song Fuyun put his hands behind his back: "Let's just wait and see what happens. By the way, can you still find the old man who sent him here?"

"There are so many people, where can I find them?" The accountant shook his head.

"Forget it. I don't think anything will happen. This trip is so well kept secret that it's impossible for the news to leak out." Song Fuyun shook his head.

Next, Cui Yu hid in the pavilion to practice martial arts every day, constantly urging the three flavors of real fire in his body to quench his essence, and then exercise his own bones.

All of this is thanks to the corpse ancestor, who continuously provided Cui Yu with divine power, and transformed Cui Yu into more Sanwei Zhenhuo iron sand, which was used to improve the martial arts skills of the iron smelter.

In spare time, Song Fuyun came to deliver meals and talked with Cui Yu for a while.

Then Song Fuyun went shopping, and when he came back, his subordinates cursed and said those beggars were too much.

Standing on the pavilion, Cui Yu looked at Song Fuyun who was coming back through the gap in the window, feeling a little strange in his heart: "Song Fuyun practiced martial arts, logically speaking, he shouldn't have such a mind. Could it be that Song Fuyun is all in disguise?"

Cui Yu was puzzled, Song Fuyun's character was so good that even a beggar could chase and bully him, he didn't have the personality of a martial artist at all.

"Besides, Song Fuyun's position in the Changfeng Escort seems to be very unusual." Cui Yu thought to himself.

Following Cui Yu's departure from the God and Devil's Well, the power of severe drought once again swept across the land of China, and the people and all living beings in the world once again fell into the age of severe drought.

No.20 On the night of the eighth day, when the bright moon hung high and the ground was covered with a layer of white gauze, there was a knock on Cui Yu's door.

"Brother Zheng, are you asleep?"

Song Fuyun appeared outside Cui Yumen, holding a pot of warm wine in his hand.

"I haven't rested yet, I'm still reading." Cui Yu took the book and read carefully in front of the candlelight.

No matter which world you live in, you can't do without reading and literacy.

"Please sit down." Cui Yu opened the door, then sniffled: "Good wine!"

"It's really good wine, I brought it when I came to Ping'an Town." Song Fuyun said.

Cui Yu smiled and turned up the candle on the table, then packed up the books.

"Brother studying?" Song Fuyun looked at the documents on the table in surprise.

"I understand a little." Cui Yu was very modest.

Song Fuyun poured a glass of wine for Cui Yu, then glanced at the book: "This "Zhen Lan Collection" is very famous. It is said that it was written by Li Ming, a generation of great scholars decades ago. Unexpectedly, my brother actually studied Li Ming's knowledge."

Cui Yu's face froze, and he couldn't help cursing secretly: "This kid's eyes are really sharp, I forgot that the old acid scholar is also a clue here."

Moreover, the knowledge of the old Confucianists has been suppressed for decades, and they have been labeled heretics. Unexpectedly, Song Fuyun even read this book at a young age.

Cui Yu cursed in his heart, but kept his face calm, and continued to clean up the pen, ink, paper and inkstone on the table: "I'm just curious, after all, I'm not a person who obeys the rules."

He made up his mind that he had to tie a scarecrow for the other party in the future, and if the news leaked out, he must curse the other party to death.

Song Fuyun didn't take it seriously, but poured a glass of rice wine for Cui Yu: "Tomorrow we will be on the road, and we will be able to reach Haojing in about three years. If there are some twists and turns on the road, it will be delayed for another three to five years."

"Are you on your way? I haven't been back to Haojing for a long time, and I miss you very much." Cui Yu drank a glass of rice wine.

"By the way, why didn't Brother Zheng's father go back together?" Song Fuyun seemed to ask casually.

"He still has some things to deal with." Cui Yu covered it up with a haha.

Sparrowhawk told him that the old beggar really left Ping'an Town, but Sparrowhawk did not continue to follow him as to where he went.

After all, it is a beast, it is impossible to completely control it, and it is not easy to monitor the old beggar leaving here.

The two drank a pot of rice wine, then Song Fuyun bid farewell and left, leaving Cui Yu sitting in the room, and began to mentally stimulate the mark on his arm, guiding the curse of the corpse ancestor to invade him from the dark time and space.

The endless strange power was transformed, and the divine blood in Cui Yu's body continued to recover. At this time, 24 drops of divine blood had gathered in Cui Yu's body.

The establishment of the foundation of the martial art of gods and demons has a great influence on Cui Yu, but it cannot be fully deployed in the escort agency, and it is not easy to stretch the fascia of the whole body with wide opening and closing.

Cui Yu closed his eyes, thinking about tomorrow's affairs in his mind, secretly speculating whether there might be any loopholes.

Time passed by little by little, the sky turned white on the second day, and there was a whistle outside the door, and then the whole bodyguard agency started to move. A group of bodyguards sorted out various goods and prepared various objects to leave the city.

Cui Yu went downstairs, more than 20 steaming cauldrons were set out, the stew was fragrant, and there were countless steaming pancakes and steamed buns.

"Brother Zheng, come and drink mutton soup." Song Fuyun was carrying a large bowl of mutton soup, squatting on the frame of the car and drinking it confidingly, with mutton steamed buns in his hand, feasting on it.

"It's a good meal." Cui Yu was not polite, and directly filled a large bowl of haggis, and came to Song Fuyun's side.

"I'm going to go on the road after today. After that, I will travel all the way through mountains and rivers. I want to have a safe meal. I don't know when I will wait." Song Fuyun's voice was full of emotion, which seemed to contain some deep meaning.

Looking at the man who ate mutton and drank heavily, his eyes seemed a little wandering and guilty.

Cui Yu didn't say much, he just finished eating the steamed mutton, and then put on the bamboo hat on his head. Song Fuyun greeted him, and the brigade started to move, and the supplies were transported out continuously.

Cui Yu followed among the crowd of people, facing the scorching sun in the sky, secretly scolded the female demon in his heart: "It's so pitiful."

The place where you can see is withered, only the old trees that have lived for an unknown number of years, with deep roots, although their heads are drooping, they are still lush and lush.

Song Fuyun followed Cui Yu, looked at Cui Yu's back, and felt a burst of emotion in his heart: "It's a pity that I lost my life. I wonder if I can reach Haojing smoothly."

The frame of the carriage creaked and creaked, the cart was not pulled by a horse, but a giant beast that Cui Yu had never seen before.

The giant beast is a bit like an elephant, and all the goods are carried on the giant beast.

Then a rope was put on the giant beast, and small carts were pulled behind it.

Cui Yu looked at the giant beast and was curious, but he didn't dare to ask what kind it was.The identity background he designed should recognize this kind of behemoth, and if he asked, he would not admit it.

The carriage was eighty li away from Ping'an Town, and then in the distance, we saw banners covering the sun in the distance. It was a team of 6000 to [-] people.

Thinking about it, it is true that going to Haojing, under the guise of doing business normally, naturally it is necessary to really do business.

The large force is the headquarters staff of Changfeng Escort, and there are also some merchants and some family members.

Cui Yu is not alone.

In the further distance, there are some small retail investors, following behind the escort agency, dotted far away.

Cui Yu was arranged by the staff to the place where the people were marked, and there were bicycle frames, men, women, old and young, sitting on the frames, chatting and laughing non-stop.

Ignoring those people, Cui Yu looked around, wanting to see the team of the Changfeng Escort, but unfortunately the team was several miles long, and there were countless goods in it, and he didn't know where the Golden Elixir was hidden.

"With so many boxes, how do you know where the Golden Elixir of Myriad Tribulations is hidden?" Cui Yu scratched his head and tapped the dirt under his feet with his fingers: "Do you know?"

"I don't know." Xin Yuan's voice sounded in Cui Yu's ear.

Cui Yu fell into silence, constantly thinking about the hiding place of the Golden Elixir of Myriad Tribulations.

"There are three places." Cui Yu glanced across the entire convoy: "First, it is on the head of the bodyguard. Second, it is in a certain box among these goods. Third, it is in these people's marks."

Cui Yu looked at Renbiao, he suspected that these Renbiao were not only Renbiao, but also people from Changfeng Escort.

"It's a pity that the goal is too big. I don't know and can't be sure." Cui Yu scratched his head.

Hard to do!
It's not that hard to do.

"Can I just wait for someone else to do it, and then I fish in troubled waters?" Cui Yu's thoughts were churning.

He didn't dare to rush into this team of 8000 people.

Although there is a lot of three thousand strands of divine blood in one breath, Cui Yu will definitely not be able to bear it if he continuously performs material transformation with one breath.

It's like a pond, where water is released while water is stored. Cui Yu must maintain the balance in it to ensure a steady stream of divine power and endless supernatural powers.

"Where did Changfeng Escort hide the Golden Elixir of Myriad Tribulations?" Cui Yu tapped his finger on the frame of the car.

He has never seen the Golden Elixir of Myriad Tribulations, and he doesn't even know what the Golden Elixir of Myriad Tribulations looks like. Is it the real Golden Elixir?Or is it liquid?
Just like a wife cake without a wife.

Airplanes aren't really chickens.

(End of this chapter)