A leisurely city for solo travelers

Chapter 23 Goodbye Brother-in-law
The timeout ended and Fang Xian had to switch emotions.

In front of him were the leader of the Black Miao people shouting "Master" and a middle-aged subordinate.

Next to him are Zhao Linger and the girls of Team Sky Blue.

"Master, master, what's wrong with you? Didn't you agree to do the landlord's favor?" The fat head raised his hand and shook.

"Oh, that's right." Fang Xian smiled and raised his axe, and chopped it down with a simple and rough axe, "The friendship of the landlord is a must. A group of middle-aged people broke into my fairyland, Shuiyue Palace, and robbed my sister. Don't chop it down!" Sorry for yourselves."

Fatty Hei's smile froze, and he fell to the ground with a bang, without even a drop of blood. After all, Immortal Sword is a game for all ages, so seeing blood is bad.

Then, just as the old man said, the Miao leader disappeared in perfect harmony.

Zhao Ling'er understood instantly, and a fire spell fixed the sportswear behind.

Back at the bridge, Shuiyue and the others have almost cleaned up the place, and Actor A also came back to help.

"Well done, Actor A!" Fang Xian patted Actor A on the shoulder.

Actor A has a rough face because he is an actor, but it is easy to remember. He is a very outstanding character!
"Thank you brother-in-law for your compliment." Actor A bowed his head in favor, covered his face and smiled, "It was all arranged by brother-in-law."

Fang Xian then remembered that Tian Lan seemed to have called him brother-in-law just now, and that he seemed to have many sisters-in-law suddenly appearing.It's no wonder that if these girls call Fang Xian "gongzi" or "master", it would be awkward. They might as well just call Fang Xian brother-in-law together, even if one of the girls is older than Zhao Ling'er. He will call Fang Xian brother-in-law to show respect.

Here is a blank space to explain how the "tsunami" is generated. In fact, the reason is extremely simple.

Just like a dam, Long Tao A led people to intercept the water at both ends of the river, and then transferred the water in the river to the lake outside, so that the water in the river was only shallow, preventing the Black Miao people from crossing the river directly, but at the same time seducing They crossed the river.

As the dam was raised, the water level outside was high, and water naturally poured in, causing tragedy for the Black Miao people.

According to statistics, 53 of the 15 Hmong people who came to attack died, and the rest were in a coma.

"Ling'er, let's level up together!" Fang Xian raised his ax with a smile. There is no sense of blood or guilt in doing this in the game. Anyway, these middle-aged people will be reborn in other places with the same attitude. Continue to be a wandering little guy or something.

It's a pity that harvesting these things gave too little experience, and Fang Xian still couldn't upgrade until his hands were soft.

But it doesn't matter, this hidden battle has given Fang Xian enough benefits. Compared with it, brother Xiaoyao is already a minor character.

In the evening, there was a big banquet in the hall of Shuiyue Palace. On the one hand, they celebrated the victory of the war and on the other hand, they celebrated grandma's finding true love.

Grandma and Uncle Ding took the main seats, followed by Fang Xianling'er, which was quite comfortable.

It's just that the dishes served here are all vegetarian dishes such as cabbage and tofu, and the only thing they can drink is spring water, not a drop of wine.

"You grew up eating this for so many years?" Fang Xian asked, pointing to the shallot tofu in front of him.

"Well, it's tasteless!" Ling'er stuck out her tongue, "Let's go out and eat Mala Tang."

"Don't worry, let's finish taking care of things here." Fang Xian picked up a chopstick of tofu with green onions and had no appreciation for its taste.

When the small white tofu entered his mouth, Fang Xian's expression changed from calm to unsentimental, from tired to excited.

Fang Xian repeatedly savored the lump in his mouth. It was very evil. It had the taste of tofu and pudding. It's hard to have such a taste.

"This is really tofu!?"

"Yeah, I'm tired of eating." Zhao Ling'er took a chopstick casually and took a mouthful in a very dull manner.

Fang Xian quickly took another chopstick to pat the cucumber.

"Hmm..." The texture of the cucumber is not as amazing as tofu, but it is much more delicious than the real thing. It is full of water and has a natural taste, not as dry and crushed as the real cucumber.

Continuing, the taste of side dishes such as celery, yuba, and peanuts is also amazing.

The whole table watched blankly as Fang Xian climbed onto the table and tasted every dish.

"Xian son-in-law, I know you are hungry, but there is no need to be like this." Uncle Ding coughed. In his eyes, Fang Xian was half his son. This behavior was obviously a bit embarrassing.

"Don't talk." Fang Xian closed his eyes, raised his glass and rinsed his mouth, and continued to taste the dishes and meditate.

After he moved his chopsticks for every dish, he returned to his original position, and then looked at Zhao Ling'er with tears in his eyes.

"Ling'er...this is called food!!"

"No, I think Malatang is delicious."

"You don't understand." Fang Xian shook his head, "The dishes there are very heavy, and a huge amount of seasonings are often used to cover up the shortcomings of the ingredients. But here, on the contrary, the seasonings are very light, and the food is original and natural. "

"Oh..." Zhao Ling'er pretended to think about it, "But Malatang is better."

"Okay, we'll talk about this later." Fang Xian withdrew from the gourmet world, anyway, he was full, so why not explain the matter clearly and drag Zhao Linger out to eat Malatang.

Fang Xian first explained to his grandma: "Grandma, you have also seen that Linger and I already have the ability to protect ourselves. I want to take her to Miaojiang to find the whereabouts of the witch queen. You hold your hand high."

Grandma thought about it...

In fact, there is no need to think about it at all. According to her character setting, it is necessary to let Ling'er go, but in the original work, she is only let go when she is dying.

"Actually, I was very reluctant to leave Ling'er, but fortunately, now that there is Ding Dingxiong, I don't have to be afraid." I saw my grandma leaning into Uncle Ding's arms, and there was nothing left to ask for in this life.

Uncle Ding could hear something wrong in his words: "My son-in-law, I have no objection to you accepting three wives and four concubines, but you said you want...to go to Miaojiang?"

"That's right." Fang Xian nodded apologetically, "Senior, you also know the principle of mutual love, I am with Ling'er, and I can't tolerate others in my heart, and you don't want Xianglan Xiulan to suffer with me Right."

"That's right!" Uncle Ding was a little annoyed, "Should we let them follow Butcher Zheng?"

"No need, Li Xiaoyao is still alive." Fang Xian unleashed his trump card.

"Seriously?!" Uncle Ding was indeed tricked. Sure enough, brother Xiaoyao will always be ranked in front of Zhang Si.

"It's absolutely true." Fang Xian stood up and said, "A man should consider the world as his home. I, Zhang Si, also want to go out and have a try. I hope my predecessors will make it happen."

Uncle Ding sighed and pretended to be sorry - but he was actually pretending. Xiaoyao was still alive. Who would marry his daughter to Zhang Si? Her face was too square.

"In that case, I, Old Ding, won't keep you anymore. Young man, it's time to venture out." Uncle Ding turned his head, only then remembered that Zhang Si seemed to have taken a lot of advantage from himself, and suddenly felt that he was only allowed to do so. I was very upset after leaving, "How about this! Since you have learned my Ding family's kung fu, you can simply worship me as a foster father, so that my old Ding will feel happy."

"Go and play." Fang Xian held his booger and pulled Ling'er outside.

"You!!!" Uncle Ding was furious at the scolding. He suddenly jumped up and moved to his waist, "You...you..."

"You what you?" Fang Xian complained as he walked out, no one dared to stop him now, "I will help you match up your daughter's marriage with Xiaoyao; I will take you to find your old lover to live a happy life; I will help you fight. What else do you want? See you later."

Uncle Ding was right to follow these words, but at least he was insulted by the junior and felt a little embarrassed.But grandma suddenly became very sensible at this time, and helped Uncle Ding to sit back on the chair: "Young people are very energetic, Ding Dingxiong, you were not afraid of anything at that time."

"That's right, haha!" Uncle Ding walked down the steps following the words, showing his generous and manly side.

Saying goodbye to the sisters made Zhao Linger a little bit reluctant, Fang Xian forbade her to turn around in order to kill this emotion.

In the end, Fang Xian pulled Zhao Ling'er out of the palace, and a deafening female voice came from behind him——

"Goodbye brother-in-law!"

"Pfft... Do you have to end with such a shocking line?" Fang Xian finally sprayed, and then summoned the old man.

[what's the matter? 】

"Ask about the food. Why is the food so good here?"

[Southern Song Dynasty flavor, 100% restored. 】

"Really? Is this what the Southern Song Dynasty was like?"

[Of course, there were no chemical fertilizers, pesticides, or genetic modification at that time. It was all natural. This is the original taste of food. 】

"But in the real world, when I eat those so-called pure natural ingredients, it doesn't taste so delicious?"

[Nonsense, the earth has been extremely polluted in the past 1000 years. What kind of food is related to climate, soil, water, mood, etc. 】

"Feeling?"

【That's right, plants also have moods, and it tastes good if you make it happy. 】

"That's it...then is there any way for me to take two beads back and try to plant them?"

[No, because among the items you can choose to bring back to the real world, there are no rapeseeds. 】

"Hey……"

[Don't be discouraged young man, have you ever played "Harvest Story" - planting vegetables, raising cattle, mining, fishing, and making cute girls. 】

"!!!!go on!"

[No more talking, you can play this game first and then we can talk. 】

"..."

After saving the file, Fang Xian pulled Zhao Linger back to reality. Fang Xian turned his head, and the memory of the tricked Miao doctor had been imprinted in his mind, and he seemed to be a mysterious old Miao doctor.

"Hmm... um... oh! This! It's very cool!" Fang Xian held his chin and thought about the Miao doctor's skills, and he admired him in every way. This medical skill is simply a mixture of clinical medicine and empirical medicine.

"Brother Xian, what's wrong with you?" Ling'er asked.

"I seem to be an old Miao doctor. If you get sick in the future, just ask me." Fang Xian smiled and lowered his head to sort out the trophies. 10 Gu seedlings were sealed in a bag. A small black jar must be the Gu vessel. Of course, there is also a This "Introduction Manual of Dark Poison".

Ling'er was surprised when he came over and saw these: "These are my Bai Miao's Gu seedlings and Gu dishes. I have never seen them before!"

And when she saw the manual, she showed disdain: "It's so disgusting... Dark Gu techniques are the most annoying."

Fang Xian is not in a hurry to get rid of these things, he just puts them away first and thinks about them later when he has time.

It was still the same night at this time. Although I spent a long time in the game, in reality it was only less than an hour.

Ling'er rubbed her eyes: "I'm so sleepy."

"It seems that the mental time in the game is still 1:1, and I should be sleepy after playing for so long."

Fang Xian stood up and touched the sheets, which were still damp.

"Ling'er, just go to sleep, no need for sheets."

"Um"

Lingerpu plopped onto the bed and began to undress.

"..."

"...You hate it, don't look at it."

"We're already married, so what can't we see?"

"...I'm not used to it yet."

"Then let you get used to it."

Fang Xian once again pounced on the hungry tiger and pushed it away.

It is said that the improvement of cultivation in the game has had some subtle influence on Fang Xian, and the former otaku can at least become a tough guy in bed.

"Plop...wow...hey hey hey hey hey..."

The insomniac man in the next room shed two lines of tears: "10534 sheep... 10535 sheep..."

(Spoilers, the specific and systematic influence will be reflected in the form of fuzzy data after the completion of the Sword and Sword game.)
(End of this chapter)