Elaborate on the world of mortals

Chapter 311

Although the man in front of him didn't have a weapon, he looked like a man in the Jianghu with his attire, so Ah Fei had already expected the other party's reaction.

Unless they are pseudonyms, the word "Mai Lingfei" still carries a lot of weight in the world. As long as they are not ignorant, people of this age have heard of it.

However, A Fei had never heard of the name Chi Qinghu, maybe the other party was just an unknown person in the world.

But Ah Fei doesn't look at other people's fame when making friends, but only looks at their feelings, not to mention that they just meet by chance and have no deep meaning, and don't need any background.

After the two saluted each other, A Fei walked out of the hall and headed towards the temple gate. Chi Qinghu didn't chase after him immediately, but looked at A Fei's back with somewhat excited expression.

On the other hand, Ah Fei walked to the front yard of Zhenjun Temple and was a little surprised when he noticed that the man was still in the temple.

Obviously the other party recognized him, but he was so calm, which made Ah Fei think a little more.

It's not that Ah Fei is so narcissistic now, but that after so many years of walking in the rivers and lakes, he thinks he's in a different place, so it's impossible for him not to want to have an in-depth exchange.

In the main hall of the Zhenjun Temple, the man once again looked at the solemn and solemn statue of the Zhenjun standing on the altar.

This temple can be regarded as the main temple of Xiansheng Zhenjun, and it is quite large-scale. All the utensils in the temple are also very elegant, and the statues of the gods must be better than other places.

There is a bright red mark between the statue's eyebrows, like a thin flame, and the calm eyes are looking forward, and seem to be glancing at the man who raised his head.

Many people sometimes have an illusion when they look at statues or even portraits. No matter where they go, the eyes on the statue seem to be looking at themselves. This illusion is especially obvious on the man at the moment. He even thinks this is not an illusion. .

"Hey, God? Ghost?"

The man also turned around and walked towards the outside of the hall.

It's fine to just listen to the legend of Xianshengzhenjun, but the story that happened in the past two years in Dayongling East Road has to shake people's hearts.

This meeting was just not long after dawn, and it was still very early. There were very few pilgrims in Zhenjun Temple, and a few temple workers were hanging up New Year decorations in the temple. As for Chi Qinghu, he mostly just glanced at it and ignored it. It looks like a foreigner.

When Chi Qinghu walked outside the temple, he could see many people rushing to the market, either walking quickly, or slowly waiting in line to enter the city.

Some people are busy picking things to sell in the city, while others are busy buying things to go home. Although the beginning of spring is here, there are still a few days left before the New Year's Eve, which means the real New Year is coming.

This new year is even more meaningful to Lingdong people. Some people remember the sadness and miss their loved ones who died in the disaster. Some people look forward to the future and are full of confidence in their new life.

Chi Qinghu looked at the crowds coming and going in the direction of the city gate, and what he saw was full of vitality.

It's hard to imagine that just a year or two ago, there was devastation here.

"Isn't Dayong already rotten?"

Chi Qinghu couldn't help muttering.

The city of Dengzhou is also bustling and bustling, not only here, but also every county and even every village is bustling with people everywhere.

People in Lingdong seem to want to get rid of the filth of the past two years through this Spring Festival, and every household is bustling.

Chi Qinghu came to Dengzhou for the first time, and he really couldn't tell that there had been a catastrophe here, and his eyes gradually showed seriousness. Dengzhou was an important stop of his trip to Lingdong, and the results he got were also the same as before. Other places in Lingdong can confirm each other.

There is also a clearer conclusion in my heart: I, Nan Yan, am a bony tiger, and Dayong is a crouching jackal!
Throwing away this thought in his mind, Chi Qinghu strode towards a restaurant. Leaving aside these things, the prosperity of a foreign country also has a special charm, and he must enjoy himself in time when he goes out.

The restaurant is bustling with activity and business is booming. Chi Qinghu saw that the first floor was completely full, so he didn't ask any questions. He walked to the counter and opened his mouth without waiting for the shopkeeper to greet him.

"Boss, buy a jug of your best and strongest wine!"

The shopkeeper sized up the visitor and said with a smile.

"My lord, our best wine and strongest wine are not the same kind of wine."

"That's it, let's come to the strongest!"

When Chi Qinghu was talking, diners in the lively restaurant shouted loudly.

"Shopkeeper, here's a jug of fine wine—"

"Okay, wait a minute—"

The shopkeeper replied, and also looked at Chi Qinghu with a smile.

"I'll serve you a pot of fine wine too!"

The shopkeeper turned around and took two sealed clay pots from the counter, and put them on the counter. One of the pots was taken away by Xiao Er, and the other pot was naturally for Chi Qinghu.

"Guest officer, I'd like to offer you fifty coins!"

Chi Qinghu took out his purse and took out a few big coins, and then frowning, he took out a lot of small coins one after another. In the end, it was even worse, and his face suddenly showed some embarrassment.

There are countless people in the shopkeeper, and of course they also saw the predicament of the visitor, and smiled.

"46 Wen, let's take 46 Wen, guest officer, take the wine!"

During the difficult two years in Lingdong, many people helped each other, and it was the New Year's Eve, so the shopkeeper was happy to give a favor.

Chi Qinghu saluted the shopkeeper.

"I wish the shopkeeper a prosperous business!"

"Hehehe, be polite, be polite, I wish the guest officer a fortune in the coming year!"

Chi Qinghu smiled, hooked the handle on the flagon with his fingers, turned and left, and strode forward along the street. Of course, it was impossible for him to buy any more dishes to accompany the wine.

All the way from the north of the city to the west of the city, seeing the prosperity of Dengzhou, Chi Qinghu did not stop, but continued westward until he left Dengzhou City, and gradually came to a small river along the road.

This river is a tributary of the Datong River. Walking along the small river, Chi Qinghu came to the side of a reed marsh, and the small river in front of him merged into the Datong River. Obviously, the Datong River has a corner here in Dengzhou City, and the city is right there. corner.

Chi Qinghu just sat down facing the big river, then lay down on the ground and looked at the sky.

After being comfortable for a while, he got up, unplugged the wine jug, sniffed the wafting smell of wine, and couldn't help secreting saliva in his mouth.

Chi Qinghu took a sip.

"Ha~ tsk tsk, good wine!"

In addition to admiring, Chi Qinghu seemed to be holding the flagon with a greedy look, but there was a hint of vigilance hidden in the depths of his eyes, and his peripheral vision had already turned to one side.

"How can you do it with just drinking? Wouldn't it be a lot less delicious without the food that goes with the wine? This picky wine has to be served with dried radish, bacon and thick noodles!"

Mai Lingfei's voice came from behind, and he walked to Chi Qinghu's side step by step, which surprised the latter and at the same time relaxed his vigilance slightly, but then he was slightly surprised again.

When did he follow me?Did they happen to meet by this river, or did they never stay away from Zhenjun Temple?
If it's been there all the time, I didn't notice it at all?
Dayong's younger generation's No.1 in the world really deserves its reputation!

Mai Lingfei sat down beside Chi Qinghu, holding a wrapped oiled paper bag in his hand. He unfolded it, and the smell of dried radish oil came out, obviously fried in oil.

Chi Qinghu was also polite, grabbed a few pills and threw them into his mouth, as if he didn't think about the possibility of being drugged.

"Crack creak creak creak."

The salty aroma and slightly spicy bloom in the mouth, making Chi Qinghu endless aftertaste.

"Delicious! Here!"

The flagon was handed to Mai Lingfei, who didn't care, picked up the wine and took a sip.

"Ha~ Enough!"

But Ah Fei drank directly, on the one hand, he had a feeling that he could trust the other party, and on the other hand, he was relying on his innate true energy. There are not many poisons in this world that can poison him, but what he can't detect is Definitely less.

"It seems that you are indeed Mai Lingfei!"

"Hahahaha, have you ever seen other Mai Lingfei? Brother Tai's inner strength is abnormal, but I have never heard of your name!"

Chi Qinghu frowned slightly. He probably didn't show any martial arts. Even if he looked like a man in the Jianghu, it was not easy to tell how deep the internal strength of the moves was.

It's just that the innate realm is quite different from ordinary people, and even every innate warrior is also different. Mai Lingfei is more sensitive to breath because of practicing Qingxin Jue.

Chi Qinghu's breathing was extremely long, as if he could hear his heart beating like a river of blood, and he could naturally feel his internal training level, so it was not difficult to imagine the opponent's deep internal strength.

"Do you know why it's called picky wine?"

Mai Lingfei didn't wait for the other party's answer, but continued talking on his own.

"Originally, it was just a local wine brewed by a small wine shop in Dengzhou. At the time of the Lingdong catastrophe, after the flood receded, there was a plague in Zhaozhou. Hundreds of thousands of people were in the epidemic area and lacked medicine and food. It was hard for a wealthy businessman to find one. The medicinal materials brought by the fleet came, but the water level of the Datong River was difficult to sail due to the drought.”

"At that time, Zhenxing Sima led Dengzhou people to support. From the junction of Yunzhou to Zhaozhou City, tens of thousands of Lingdong people shouldered their shoulders and turned into relay trackers. They forcibly pulled more than a dozen large ships to Zhaozhou City. state."

"This fiber-picking wine is the wine that survived the flood in the small winery. All of them were distributed to the tired trackers in the middle of the way. They only focused on heavy oily and salty food. They took another sip of wine and took a nap, and then stretched again. crossed this Yamato River”

Following Mai Lingfei's narration, Chi Qinghu's heart was shaken. Looking at the surface of the Datong River, he seemed to be able to imagine the original scene.

But at this moment, something suddenly appeared on the river, which made him slightly stunned. He couldn't help but blink his eyes to confirm, but it seemed that it was just an illusion.

"Mike, just now"

In the middle of Chi Qinghu's words, he was startled again, because Mai Lingfei beside him had disappeared, and when he realized something, he immediately looked to the other side of the reeds.

I saw that Mai Lingfei was already stepping on the tip of the reed, his whole body was as light as nothing, and he was rushing along the river with swift and extraordinary lightness.

There is something in the water!
(End of this chapter)