When the Great Dao Dies, I Remain; When Spiritual Energy Withers, I Endure

Li Changxiao's destination was also Dragon City. ♦♦  ♦♦

While walking on the road just drinking, I suddenly felt a little tired, so I found a restaurant and ordered a few plates of fennel beans and a few pounds of cooked beef.

During this period of time, Xia Mei made a lot of money, and he spent a lot of money.

The waiter, with a white sweat towel draped over his shoulder, shouted and brought the dishes one by one. After saying "Your Majesty, please take your time," he went to another table.

Li Changxiao picked up a fennel bean and put it into his mouth. It was crispy and delicious.

A mouthful of wine, a mouthful of meat, and it was a joy to eat.

At this time, a man pushed open the door. The snowflakes outside whizzed into the restaurant, and the temperature dropped a few degrees.

The man looked around and found that the seats were all occupied. He immediately cursed, "Bah, we are all doing nothing in the restaurant on this snowy day."

A Jianghu guest on the spot slapped his saber on the table and yelled back: "If you want to come in, come in, if you don't, then get out, close the door quickly."

Seeing the domineering attitude of the other party, the man did not dare to say anything and closed the door. The seats were full and he could only find someone to share a seat with.

With a snap, he sat down opposite Li Changxiao and nodded to Li Changxiao as a greeting.

Li Changxiao also nodded, expressing goodwill, and then went on to mind his own business, eating wine and meat.

Soon, the bottom of the plate of fennel beans was gone, and only a few slices of beef were left.

Although it is winter at the moment.

However, the restaurant smells like foot odor, sweat odor, and body odor. Mixed with the cold air, it is quite irritating when inhaled.

This restaurant is not of high quality and the food is not very delicious. The only advantage is that the prices are cheap.

Many migrant workers come here to have a drink after making money.

They gather in groups, shouting and drinking.

Li Changxiao stayed for a while and found it quite interesting to listen to these big men bragging.

What about Dragon Slaying Platform, Seventeen Cities, etc...

It wasn't until evening that he got up and left. The waiter cleared the table while secretly scolding Li Changxiao.

It turned out that he was just a poor guy. He ordered a few plates of fennel beans and some beef, and just sat there from day to night.

After Li Changxiao overheard this, he went back and gave him a few more pennies to express his apology.

The waiter's expression immediately changed 180 degrees, and he said that Li Changxiao looked extraordinary, like an immortal, a deity from heaven descending to earth, and that he was more beautiful than Pan An.

Li Changxiao left the restaurant, passed by the corner, and saw the big man sitting opposite him lying in the snow.

It looked like he was beaten by a gangster.

Li Changxiao called the waiter, gave him a few coins, and asked him to drag the big man into the hotel to avoid freezing to death here.

The waiter walked up to him and checked the big man's breathing. When he saw that he was not dead yet, he thought again that it wouldn't be a good thing if he really died nearby, so he agreed.

Li Changxiao walked on the snow-covered streets.

He was dressed in white, which looked a little thin at the moment. He looked at the Fu Taodi flute on his waist and recalled the letter.

Fu Tao told him in the letter that her younger brother was a peerless genius and the Fu family's last hope. Anyone in the Fu family could die, but he could not.

In addition, to obtain the Baiyou Technique, one drop of sincere effort from her clan brother is needed.

…

According to Lingtian's law, on severely cold days, officials can take a break half an hour in advance.

But today is an exception.

It's getting dark.

The officials of Longcheng could not rest, but were waiting at the port early.

Rows of officers and soldiers blocked the nearby roads and drove away the people working nearby for several miles.

The people did not fight with the officials. Although the people were not angry, they did not dare to say anything.

"Sir, what kind of person is he that you actually want to welcome in person?"

A muscular man in Feiyu uniform waited at the port for half an hour. He felt a little resentful in his heart, but he did not dare to show it. He could only ask the middle-aged man in official uniform beside him.

The middle-aged man in official uniform was the magistrate of Longcheng, named Huang Tingsheng, and his eyes were fixed on the river at the moment.

"Here we come." He frowned and uttered two words lightly.

The words just fell.

There is a small black dot in the distance.

The small black dot gradually came closer and gradually took on the shape of a ship. Finally, when Ding Qing took a look, he discovered that it was an exclusive royal ship.

Is a royal person.

After waiting for a while, the boat slowly docked.

"Miss Si Nian, please." A handsome man made a gesture of invitation.

"You're welcome, Master." Si Nian smiled politely.

The prefect Huang Tingsheng walked up in a few long strides and said that he had prepared meals, accommodation, etc. for the two of them.

His arrangements were very thoughtful, and no one could fault him at all, but when he spoke, he was neither humble nor arrogant. Even when facing the prince, he did not have the slightest intention of flattering.

"Miss Si Nian, what are you going to do next?" Li Tianlei asked.

Si Nian frowned slightly when she heard Li Tianlei's question. Her fundamental purpose was to establish and popularize a temple for herself and her master.

With the help of the government, this task is not too difficult. At most, she can only play a role of supervision and follow-up.

…

Winter snow day.

Dragon City has a swordsman in white.

The swordsman is extraordinarily handsome. He always carries a wine gourd and walks on the snowy streets.

He was wearing thin clothes and did not feel cold. He also had a sword on his waist and looked like a wanderer.

When the swordsman stopped to rest, someone would always tell him that he didn't look like a local, so why did he come to Dragon City?

The swordsman would always respond with a smile, looking for an old friend.

Others asked if he had found it? How did he plan to find it?

He would be silent for a few seconds and tell others that he hadn't thought about it yet, but the person he was looking for was called Fu Ren.

In this way, the swordsman searched for a month.

He didn't find the person, but he did visit all the wine cellars in Longcheng.

This person also likes to listen to music.

He can always be seen in many places of fireworks, and gradually, he became famous on the road.

Another month later.

The swordsman fell on the side of the road and slept soundly. He was seen by several beggars and his silver was stolen.

The swordsman also had a free meal because of this, and was forcibly detained by the proprietress who was nicknamed "Tigress".

Confiscated his sword and threatened that he had to wash dishes for at least a month before he was willing to let him go.

The tigress pretended not to hear the swordsman's plea, but pointed at his nose and cursed, "Bah, you little guy, why don't you ask, who in Longcheng dares to eat Yang Xiuhua's free meal?!"

The originally beautiful face was now wide-eyed, staring at the drunkard from outside.

She put her hands on her waist, slapped the table, and the aura she exuded in her every move made the Jianghu guests present dare not say much and lower their heads to eat.

That's it.

The drunk swordsman who was famous for looking for people and being weird finally had a place to stay temporarily... "Longlaixiang Restaurant"