In this weird world, I can consecrate the gods

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"Is your distinguished guest here? I'm Song Fuyun from Changfeng Escort Bureau. 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.

When Cui Yu heard this, he opened the door and saw Song Fuyun holding a plate, his eyes as bright as stars.

"The Sheng family is a time-honored brand. Our descendants have been roasting lamb legs for several lifetimes. The taste is unparalleled in Ping'an Town. I heard that distinguished guests were staying, so I sent the lamb legs here for the distinguished guests to try." Song Fuyun said.

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

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

"You haven't asked me about my brother's name yet?" Song Fuyun looked at Cui Yu.

"Correct." Cui Yu replied.

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

"A native of Haojing in the Great Zhou Dynasty, I followed my father to come here to do business. However, there happened to be a dispute between Daxia and Yu, and the caravans were looted and requisitioned. My father also went to Daxia to deal with business, and I want to return to Hao Beijing will try to raise some funds first." Cui Yu's answer was impeccable.

"A person from Haojing? The accent is different." Song Fuyun said with a smile.

"There is only one accent in this world. My home is in a small village southwest of Haojing. It's normal that I haven't heard it before." Cui Yutong shrank. He really hadn't considered the issue of accent.

Song Fuyun heard the words and stopped asking. As for whether he believed it or not, only he knew in his heart.

Imagine the land of China in the future, with fifty-six ethnic groups and fifty-six basic languages. However, Chinese has to be divided into different languages ​​​​from different regions, such as Shanghainese, Cantonese, Beijing dialect, etc. Basically, there is one dialect in each region, and there are probably hundreds of different dialects, large and small.

Even people from LYG couldn't understand what people from Qidong said. Wuxi dialect is also difficult for Shanghainese to listen to.

The scope of the Great Zhou Dynasty is hundreds of times that of the previous life.

There are three hundred and sixty-five princes, and each of them is no smaller than China in the previous life, and is even several times or dozens of times larger than China. Although Song Fuyun has some knowledge, he can't fault much in his words.

"I heard that there is a delicacy in Haojing called roasted goose belly. Ninety-nine and eighty-one kinds of ingredients are stuffed into the goose body, and then cooked upside down in a pot, and the soup is used as the essence. It is extremely delicious, no better than this roasted lamb My legs are weak." Song Fuyun stared at Cui Yu.

Under the veil, Cui Yutong shrank: "Testing! This is a testing! Song Fuyun must know about the Golden Pill of Ten Thousand Tribulations, and I appeared here at such a coincidental time, so I have to test it both emotionally and rationally. This There really are no fools in the world!"

Now Cui Yu faces two questions: First, has Song Fuyun ever been to Haojing in the Great Zhou Dynasty? Second, does Dazhou Haojing have roast goose belly?

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

Did Dazhou Haojing roast goose belly?

Cui Yu couldn't give an answer, fearing that things would get messy again.

"Sure enough, among the people at the bottom of the world, none of them are vegetarians." Cui Yu sighed secretly: "Roast goose tripe? I have never heard of roast goose tripe, but I used to eat tripe meat and roast goose often. Since my brother gave it to me as a gift, For my leg of lamb, I will give my brother some tripe meat and roast goose."

Cui Yu answered ambiguously, turned around and came to the bed, pretended to open the package, and then used his fingers to take out the roast goose and belly meat from the Qiankun bag, and handed them to Song Fuyun:

"Along the way, I used a kind of preservative from my hometown to ensure that the food does not rot for several years. I usually can't bear to eat it, but when I miss my hometown, I take it out and take a few bites."

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

He also took out the roast goose and tripe pork and handed it to Song Fuyun: "The tripe pork and roast goose are famous delicacies in Haojing. If you have been to Haojing, you must have heard of them."

"Hahaha, I have long heard about the name of roast goose and belly pork, but my father doesn't allow me to wander around Haojing." Song Fuyun looked happy.

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

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"Let's have a taste together." Cui Yu invited warmly and simply took off the veil from his head.

Wearing a veil makes people more suspicious.

After completing this check, the people from Changfeng Escort Bureau are afraid that they will die, so what if they see his face?

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

After the two of them had had enough wine and food, Song Fuyun got up and left.

"Master, do you have any questions?" The old man at the accounting office was standing downstairs. When he saw Song Fuyun walking out, he quickly stepped forward and asked.

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

"Where can I find it in the huge crowd?" The accountant shook his head.

"Forget it, I don't think anything will happen. This trip has been kept so thoroughly confidential that there is no way the news will leak out." Song Fuyun shook his head.

Next, Cui Yu hid in the pavilion every day to practice martial arts, constantly activating the three flavors of true fire in his body to temper his essence, and then strengthen his entire body's bones.

All of this is thanks to the Corpse Ancestor, who continuously provided Cui Yu with divine power and transformed Cui Yu into more three-flavored true fire iron sand, which was used to improve the martial arts skills of iron-making.

In his free time, Song Fuyun came to deliver food and chatted with Cui Yu for a while.

Then Song Fuyun went shopping. When he came back, his subordinates were cursing him, saying that those beggars were too much.

Cui Yu stood on the pavilion and looked at Song Fuyun who came back through the gap in the window. He felt a little strange: "Song Fuyun practices martial arts. Logically speaking, he shouldn't have such a character. Is Song Fuyun all pretending?"

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

"Furthermore, Song Fuyun's status in Changfeng Escort seems to be very unusual." Cui Yu thought in his mind.

As Cui Yu left the Well of Gods and Demons, 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 drought.

On the night of the 28th, with the bright moon hanging high and the ground covered with a layer of white gauze, there was a knock on the door outside Cui Yumen.

"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 it without reading and literacy.

"Please take a seat." Cui Yu opened the door and twitched his nose: "Good wine!"

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

Cui Yu smiled and turned up the candlelight on the table, then put away the books.

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

"I understand a little bit." Cui Yu was very humble.

Song Fuyun poured a glass of wine for Cui Yu, and then glanced at the book: "This "Zhenlan Collection" is very famous. It is said to have been written by Li Ming, a great scholar of the generation decades ago. I didn't expect that my brother actually studied Li Ming's knowledge."

Cui Yu's face froze and he couldn't help but cursed secretly: "This guy's eyes are really sharp. I forgot that the old sour scholar also has a clue here."

Moreover, the knowledge of the old Confucian scholars had been suppressed for decades and was labeled as a heretic. Unexpectedly, Song Fuyun had even read this book at a young age.

Cui Yu cursed in his heart, but kept a calm expression on his face as he continued to clear away the pens, inks, paper and inkstones on the table: "I'm just curious. After all, I'm not a rule-abiding person."

I made up my mind that I would put a scarecrow on the other side in the future. If the news leaked out, I would have to curse the other side to death.

Song Fuyun disagreed, but poured a glass of rice wine for Cui Yu: "We will hit the road tomorrow. It will take about three years to reach Haojing. 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? It's been a long time since I've been back to Haojing, and I miss you so much." Cui Yu took a drink of rice wine.

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"By the way, why doesn'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 had indeed left Ping An Town. As for where he went, Sparrowhawk did not continue to follow him.

It is a beast after all. It is impossible to completely control it. It is not easy to monitor the old beggar leaving here.

The two drank a pot of rice wine, and then Song Fuyun said goodbye and left, leaving Cui Yu sitting in the house and began to use his mind to stimulate the mark on his arm, guiding the corpse ancestor's curse to invade him from the dark space and time.

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

The martial arts foundation building of gods and demons has a great influence on Cui Yu, but it cannot be fully used in the escort agency, and it is not easy to stretch the muscles and periosteum of the whole body.

Cui Yu closed his eyes and thought about tomorrow's events, secretly speculating in his heart whether there would be any loopholes.

Time passed little by little. On the second day, the sky turned white, and there was a whistle outside the door. Then the entire escort agency began to take action. A group of escorts sorted various goods and prepared various items for leaving the city.

Cui Yu walked downstairs, and more than twenty steaming large pots were placed. The aroma of stewed meat was fragrant, and there were countless steaming pancakes and steamed buns.

"Brother Zheng, come and drink the mutton soup." Song Fuyun was holding a large bowl of mutton soup, squatting on the carriage shelf and drinking it openly. He was holding the mutton steamed bun in his hand and devoured it.

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

"After today, we will be on the road. After that, we will travel thousands of miles across mountains and rivers. I want to have a stable meal, but I don't know how long it will take." Song Fuyun's voice was full of emotion, which seemed to contain some deep meaning.

Looking at the man eating mutton and drinking heavily, his eyes seemed a little wandering and guilty.

Cui Yu didn't say much, just finished eating the mutton steamed buns, and then put the hat on his head. Song Fuyun said hello, and the team started to move, and cartloads of supplies were continuously transported out.

Cui Yu followed a large number of people, facing the scorching sun in the sky, and secretly cursed the female slave: "What a scam."

The place where you enter is completely dry, except for old trees that have lived for countless years and have deep roots. Although their heads are drooping, they are still lush and green.

Song Fuyun followed Cui Yu, looked at Cui Yu's back, and sighed 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, and the carriage was not pulled by a horse, but by 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 tied around the giant beast, and small carts were pulled behind it.

Cui Yu looked at the giant beast with curiosity, but he didn't dare to ask what kind it was. The identity and background he designed should be familiar with this kind of giant beast, and he would just ask without asking.

The carriage left Ping'an Town for eighty miles, and then in the distance we saw a team of five or six thousand people with flags covering the sun.

Thinking about it, this time I went to Haojing, under the guise of normal business, I naturally had to do business.

The large force is the headquarters staff of Changfeng Escort Bureau, and is also followed by some merchants and some people with their families.

Cui Yu is not alone.

Farther away, there were some small retail investors, following the escort agency from a distance.

Cui Yu was arranged by the waiter to the designated place, and he saw bicycle frames one after another. There were men, women, old and young, sitting on the bicycle frames talking and laughing non-stop.

Ignoring those people, Cui Yujiang looked around, wanting to see the Changfeng Escort Bureau's team. Unfortunately, the team was several miles long, with countless goods in it, and he didn't know where the Golden Elixir of Ten Thousand Tribulations was hidden.

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

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

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

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"There are three places." Cui Yu glanced at the entire convoy: "The first is on the chief escort. The second is in a box among these goods. The third is in these human signs."

Cui Yu looked at the human marks. He suspected that these human marks were not just human marks, but also people from the Changfeng Escort Bureau.

"It's a pity that the target is too big. I don't know or determine it at all." Cui Yu scratched his head.

It’s difficult!

It's not that difficult to handle.

"Can I just wait for others to take action, and then I fish in troubled waters?" Thoughts swirled in Cui Yu's mind.

He would not dare to rush forward with this team of seven or eight thousand people.

Although three thousand rays of divine blood in one breath is a lot, Cui Yu would definitely not be able to bear it if he continued to perform material transformation every breath.

Just like a pool, water is released and water is stored at the same time. Cui Yu must maintain the balance in order to ensure a continuous flow of divine power and endless magical powers.

"Where exactly does Changfeng Escort hide the Golden Elixir of All Tribulations?" Cui Yu tapped his fingers on the frame of the car.

He has never seen the Golden Pill of Ten Thousand Tribulations, and he doesn’t even know what the Golden Pill of Ten Thousand Tribulations looks like. Is it really like the Golden Pill? Or is it liquid?

It's like wife cake without a wife.

Planes are not really chickens.