i have a fairy world

Chapter 63

The wind blows gently.

It rained continuously.

Just like coming to Shenguo that day.

Jiang Xuan walked alone on the official road of Lan Country.

"Shopkeeper, may I ask what the name of this place is, and how far is it from Ancient Water City?"

It's noon.

Jiang Xuan wasn't too picky, so he just found a small roadside shop and sat down.

of course.

It is said to be a small shop, but it is actually a shed with a signboard hung on a tree.

Take another look inside the store.

An old man stood guard in front of the stove. He seemed to be the shop owner and chef, and there was a young girl who was about [-] or [-] years old. I don't know if it was the old man's granddaughter or something. She was responsible for serving tea and dishes to the customers in the shop.

It is now noon.

From the south, from the north, four tables of guests were sitting here and there.

Look one or two.

A traveling merchant sat at the table in front, with a burden beside him.

As for the remaining three tables.

They seemed to be the theater troupe nearby, driving two large carts, and they sounded like they were going to celebrate the birthday of a certain old rich man.

"Here."

"The name of this place is Heze. It's not a big place, but there are lotus flowers and reeds."

Hearing Jiang Xuan's inquiry.

The old shopkeeper turned the frying spoon, and responded: "The ancient water city is not close. It's seven or eight hundred miles away. You come here on horseback. If you're not in a hurry, it's a two or three-day journey."

In ancient times, there was an urgent express of six hundred miles, or an express of eight hundred miles.

That is, one day and one night, if you change people and horses, you must ride eight hundred miles.

But that thing is mostly used to transmit important official documents, at least three or four people and seven or eight horses need to be replaced in a day, otherwise the horses will have to be exhausted to death.

Ride normally.

A horse that can run three or four hundred miles a day is a rare good horse.

As for the horse that travels one thousand a day and eight hundred nights.

Just listen to it. This kind of horse, not to mention Lan Country, which doesn't produce many horses, even in the desert, has been heard of and never seen.

"Seven or eight hundred miles!"

Jiang Xuan nodded secretly: "That's a two-day journey."

the other side.

Seeing that Jiang Xuan was busy and dusty, he didn't look like a local, the old store owner also asked curiously: "Guest officer, where are you from, but you are going to the ancient water city to participate in the annual dragon sacrifice meeting?"

"Dragon Festival?"

Not to mention the ancient water city, Jiang Xuan hadn't even heard of Lan Country before, so how could he know about this local custom.

But I heard the word "Dragon Festival".

He still subconsciously thought of Shen Taizu who went out to sea from the ancient water city. Was the reason why he went out to sea from here related to the Dragon Festival?

"Shopkeeper, you'd better cook the noodles quickly, we're going to starve to death."

Listen to the two chatting endlessly.

A middle-aged steward in the troupe couldn't help but said: "Outsiders, you don't need to ask about the Dragon Festival, it's all a lie."

"How to say?"

Jiang Xuan was most interested in these mysterious things, and while asking, he did not forget to greet the shopkeeper: "These tables are on my account."

talking.

Turning hands and throwing it behind him, a mung bean-sized silver bean arced through the air and landed precisely on the money bowl in front of the stove.

"Oh, what a handsome kung fu, brother is still a practicing family."

Although the middle-aged steward thought he was young, he didn't dare to underestimate him now, and hurriedly said: "This dragon festival has actually been going on for hundreds of years, and it was a long time ago. Destroyed, it was a little white dragon who saved everyone.

Since then, the ancient water city has had a tradition of offering sacrifices to dragons. On every day of offering sacrifices to dragons, some dragon-shaped noodle cakes are steamed to pray for good weather and abundant crops.

of course.

No one knows whether it is true or not, only that after the Dragon Festival Day, the grain merchants in the city all made a fortune.

Ordinary people are reluctant to eat white noodles once a year. In the past few days, every household goes to the grain store. ah. "

The tone is full of sarcasm.

It can be seen that the middle-aged steward is not interested in the so-called dragon sacrifice and eating dragon cakes on the dragon sacrifice day.

"Guest officer, your face."

Talking here.

The old store over there has also prepared the noodles.

Because of its proximity to the sea, Lan Country is not poor, but very rich.

Especially fish, shrimp and crab. Take this bowl of seafood noodles as an example. There are more fish and shrimp than noodles. Obviously, the price here is that seafood is cheaper than rice noodles.

"Dragon Festival!"

Eating seafood noodles.

Jiang Xuan is very interested in the Dragon Festival.

As for whether the noodles can be eaten, is this a black shop?

Don't worry, you can tell by the oil stains on the table that this is an old roadside shop.

more important.

If it's a black shop, or if it's unruly, tourist merchants and opera troupes won't come.

Don't underestimate these two.

Whether it is a traveling merchant or an opera troupe, they all eat from all directions.

Which one is a black shop, which one is economical, these two groups of people are clear, don't think that you can do it twice, you are a person in the rivers and lakes, so you look down on them. It is the ancestors.

"Boss, bring a pot of wine and two bowls of noodles."

Eating and drinking.

In the distance came two more people from the rivers and lakes on horseback.

Jiang Xuan looked up.

The older one has a scarred face, looks to be in his early forties, and carries a big knife on his back.

Look again.

There is also a waist tag hanging on Scar's waist, with the word "chasing" written on it, no need to ask, this is a bounty hunter with a record in the government.

"father"

One old and one young, the youngest around twenty, looked like the son of the scarred man: "You said that Mr. Banyue will come to the ancient water city? We have been looking for him for half a year, and we can't find him again. Gao Xiangguo It’s hard to explain.”

heard.

The Scarred Man sneered coldly: "Although the ancient water city is a small place, ten years ago, there was Lin Zhennan who was the master of Zhennan. With Shuicheng as the foundation, it radiated 27 counties in six prefectures, and forcibly pulled up a big force called the Nanwu League.

pity.

I am a hero and my son is a softie.

His son, Lin Xuan, is just an ignorant playboy, all relying on his father's name.

I've already done some research.

Banyue Langjun, the prostitute, has repeatedly encountered obstacles in the hands of the Nanwu League in the past few years. Now the Lin family is going to announce an alliance with the Qin family at the Dragon Sacrifice Meeting, and Lin Xuan will marry Qin Xueer, the daughter of the Qin family. Definitely won't be able to sit still.

At that time, we will give him a praying mantis to catch the cicada, and the oriole will follow behind to catch the half-moon thief. Not only will he be appreciated by Gao Xiangguo, but it will also make the Lin family owe him a favor. "

Listen to the muttering of the two.

Jiang Xuan couldn't help but look back again.

It's not that he's interested in some half-moon prostitute, but that Lin Zhennan who rose up ten years ago.

If he remembers correctly.

Ten years ago, it was also the day when Shen Taizu secretly left the customs and went to sea from the ancient water city.

The sudden rise of Lin Zhennan could not be the person he was looking for, the person who drove the sea boat and took Shen Taizu out to sea.

Very likely.

Lin Zhennan's son is going to get married next month. From this, it can be inferred that Lin Zhennan himself should be 40 years old.

Ten years ago.

He is probably around thirty.

How can a person who is not astonishingly famous be able to soar into the sky in his thirties.

There is only one answer.

That's when he met an expert.

And in the world, who can be higher than Shen Taizu.

(End of this chapter)