Master Cen repeatedly advised Xu Yi to become an official and gain fame. He also promised that with Xu Yi's talent, he would definitely be able to take the Golden List. Even if he was a prime minister in the future, it would be easy to get on the sidelines.

However, Xu Yi always used his ambition to make excuses, which made Master Cen extremely regretful.

With two bangs, a sound came from the deck, "Master, Mr. Xu, Huaiyang Ferry has arrived."

Thirty-six miles west of Huaiyang Ferry is Tokyo City.

Xu Yi stood up long and clasped his fists and said, "Walking together, disturbing each other for a long time, I talked to Brother Cen, which makes people feel like they were being breeze. I don't know that dawn is coming."

Master Cen also clasped his fists and replied, "If it weren't for the heavy trivial matters in the clan, I really wanted to chat with Brother Xu for another three days and three nights, well, Brother Xu already has a Cen address. When Brother Xu settled in Tokyo, please send me a letter."

Xu Yi responded, Master Cen sent him to the deck, and the cold rain flowers were intertwined under the dim lights, sprinkled on the vast Wu land and hit people's faces. They didn't feel the dampness and coldness, but instead made people feel energetic.

Although dawn is approaching, the sky is still dark. The vast river water in front of you is followed by the towering Chu Mountains, and it looks lonely under the vast night.

Soon after, the black-sailed boat had already landed. Xu Yi jumped ashore, clasped his fists at Master Cen, and turned his head to leave.

After walking for more than ten steps, he listened to Master Cen's song and sent him off. The deep affection made Xu Yi feel very grateful. When he thought about it, he chanted while walking, "The cold rain flows into Wu at night, and Pingming sends the lonely people of Chu Mountain. The old friends in Yongyang are like memories, and a piece of ice heart is in the jade pot."

Master Cen was stunned and stood in the cold rain, reciting this poem more than ten times, until Xu Yi's figure completely disappeared into the vast night.

Xu Yi's pace was slow and the cold rain poured the body that had gathered all the magic powers cold. He couldn't help but shiver, but there was a warm flame burning deep in his heart.

He suddenly thought of Qiuwa, Ali, Xia Zimo, Xue Zihan, Xuan Xuan, Yu Yinqiu, those warmest passers-by in life.

"A hundred years of practice of Taoism is a dream, but it's not bad that melancholy is a pure and crazy person."

Xu Yi roared and strided forward. The towering gate of Tokyo City was already looking at it from afar.

The fifth day was not over, and the city gate was still closed, and the cold rain was continuous, which was very cold. If Xu Yi had jumped over and tried to train his mind with his ordinary body, he hurriedly hurried under the wall and found a dilapidated shed to shelter from the rain.

Not long after the city gate was opened, a large cart was driving to enter the city by the city gate, selling rice and vegetables, doing breakfast business, selling firewood, transporting wine and oil, carrying wild game, river food, and all kinds of people gathered together, with lights, and there was a lot of fun.

Xu Yi was hungry and copied the copy for others along the way. He earned a few pieces of silver and spent the money he had spent early. Mr. Cen once gave him a lot of gold, but he refused. Now there are only thirteen copper plates left in his waist. He came to the old man with a collapsed nose selling scones. After thinking about it, he spent three copper plates and bought three scones.

The cakes taken from the fiery red furnace exuded an amazing smell of wheat. Xu Yi was a gourmet, but he never thought that this roughest food could emit such a primitive and attractive aroma.

Holding three hot scones, he felt like he was holding three suns, and the heat filled his whole body. He took a bite and the chewy pancakes quickly warmed his mouth and finally made his body less cold.

"Come on, this husband, I have a new hot soup, so I don't have any money."

The old man uncovered the lid of the large clay pot that was placed on the small stove on the edge of the oven, and used the earthen bowl with a wide mouth and a shallow belly to bite Xu Yi a large bowl.

Xu Yi waved his hand, "I can't do it, I can't do it. I only have ten copper coins left. I still have to think about chewing all day long."

The old man grinned and said, "No money, my husband looks like a seed of study. The hero is in trouble. The young man is not blind. My husband is not an ordinary person."

Xu Yi held his fists and thanked him. He took the earthen bowl and sipped it in small mouthfuls. The hot and spicy soup entered his stomach and the coldness around him was swept away.

Three pieces of scones served with a bowl of Hu spicy soup made him completely repay the sun.

After another half an hour, when the morning light vomited, there was a muffled sound, and the city gate finally opened. At this time, the rain also stopped and rumbling. There seemed to be a muffled thunder in front of the city gate, but the transportation army that had been waiting for a long time rushed into the city.

When Xu Yi asked the old man with a flat nose to help him push the old man several times, he refused. He had to help the old man hold the pottery pot full of Hu La soup that seemed to fall down at any time.

After sending the old man to the field and helping the old man raise the simple stall, Xu Yi bowed his fists and bid farewell.

After walking around Tokyo for a few days, he became more and more miserable. He only had four of ten copper plates left. If he continued to hang out, he would probably go hungry.

To be honest, it was not because of his diligence and copying and writing. He was trying his best to find the work, but there was a monopoly in the industry everywhere. He even changed three places and set up stalls, but he was smashed by local snakes in three places. He couldn't afford to pay the protection fee.

As for other livelihoods, such as carrying big bags on the dock, he really couldn't bear to worry.

Finally, on that day, he also replaced the last copper plate with two steamed buns. He pinched the steamed buns into strips of silk threads, and every time he had to wait until the thread melted in his mouth before he could feed the next bite.

The next morning, he had already eaten three meals, and the hunger in his belly easily destroyed his last dignity.

When the sun shone on the banks of the Sanggan River, he got the first tag. On that day, he got seven tags, but three tags were forcibly taken away by the bald foreman of Manba. The remaining tags helped him get twenty copper plates.

Xu Yi immediately dragged his tired body to the east of the dock, rushing to Cao Laosan’s bun shop. Driven by strong desire, twenty copper plates were replaced with seven meat buns with thin skin and large fillings.

The moment the first mouthful of hot red oil flowed into the throat, Xu Yi discovered that becoming an immortal and a Buddha was just like this.

After only five breaths, all seven meat buns were sent to the Five Insect Temple by Xu Yi. He felt so distressed that he was about to cry. He regretted not savoring the most beautiful taste of the world.

After eating the seven meat buns, he did not extinguish the hunger in his stomach, but instead made him even hungry. He had no choice but to run to the river, drink a lot of water, and return to his temporary residence under the south wall.

With the afterglow of the sunset that had not yet come down the mountain, Xu Yi quickly fell asleep.

Since he practiced Taoism, he has rarely dreamed. Now, he has started dreaming again. There are no delicate beauties in his dream, only those big bleached buns with oil. He pounced on the pile of buns and laughed wildly with great satisfaction.
Chapter completed!