The wonton stall is not big, but in Lingzhou City, the sellers carry a lot of wontons on both ends of the pole.

Looking for a place where there were not too many people, the slovenly middle-aged man took out a folding wooden table and several folding wooden chairs from the stall, and took care of a few people to sit down.

"Can any of you eat spicy food?"

The sloppy middle-aged man was much cleaner today, and no longer looked as drunk as when I saw him in the past.

"Eat! Add some spicy oil to the wontons in clear soup. The taste will be..."

Xu Yue closed his eyes and licked the corners of his mouth, his face full of enjoyment. Cheng Huan frowned and looked at him with disgust, feeling that he was insulting his gentleness.

But that didn't stop her from being curious about the delicious food in Xu Yue's mouth.

While the middle-aged man was cooking wontons, Xu Yue touched his chin and carefully observed the stall and the middle-aged man's every move.

He first touched the tables and chairs, and then the stalls. They were all coated with starch, and they were obviously items that had been used for a long time. Then he looked at the middle-aged man cooking wontons, trying to find some clues.

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But I soon became disappointed.

While the water in the pot was boiling, the middle-aged man skillfully wrapped the wontons, put the hot water in the pot, put a spoonful of lard in an empty bowl, poured in the steaming wonton soup, served the wontons, and sprinkled with incense.

Onion, dried shrimps and coriander leaves, then two drops of sesame oil, spicy oil, and finally soy sauce, every step is done at your fingertips, and it doesn't look like a drunkard all day long.

When the wontons were served, Cheng Xi swallowed deeply as he looked at the glossy wontons. The red oil and coriander complemented each other perfectly.

"I'm telling you, just take this one bite and I'm sure you'll remember it again in the future."

Xu Yue said, scooping up a tablespoon of wontons and eating them. The spiciness combined with the freshness of the shrimp skin wiped away the dizziness caused by last night's hangover and made him feel relaxed and happy.

"Oh, it's so spicy, so spicy!"

After wiping away the sweat, Cheng Xi kept fanning his mouth. Then he looked at Wei Zigeng and Xu Yue eating non-stop. After a while, he said:

"Although it's spicy, it has a unique taste. It's delicious! I didn't expect you two to be so good at spicy food."

After eating a bowl of wontons and soup, Xu Yue said:

"Salty and spicy go well with meals. Jiangnan is so rich, not to mention a child of a wealthy family like you. How could you know that some people can't even have a full meal? Sometimes even a few red peppers can make poor people eat more."

What does it taste like to have half a bowl of rice?"

After wiping his mouth, Xu Yue took out the treasure-denying gourd and shook it twice, opened the cork, took a sip, and then looked at Wei Zigeng with playful eyes and asked softly:

"Would you like to give it a try?"

Seeing that he looked like he didn't deserve a beating, Wei Zigeng shook his head first, and then nodded.

"Be careful."

"Hey, don't worry, I have my own sense of discretion."

After shaking the gourd twice more, Xu Yue spoke softly and said to the mouth of the gourd:

"Please Baohulu turn around."

A three-inch flying knife slowly flew out. The sun shone on the bright blade. With a flash of light, the flying knife flew towards the middle-aged man who was cleaning up the wonton stall with his back turned to them at a speed invisible to the naked eye.

Xu Yue made a sword secret with one hand and stared at the middle-aged man's every move.

"Whoosh."

Just when the flying knife was about to hit the back of the middle-aged man's head, the middle-aged man turned around calmly, picked up the colander on the side, and the flying knife flew past his temples without even cutting off a single hair.

"Huh? Coincidence?"

After making another sword move, the flying knife suddenly turned around and stabbed straight into the man's left shoulder blade. Seeing that it was about to hit him, the middle-aged man took the colander, turned around and fished out the flour lumps in the pot, and managed to avoid it without missing a beat.

Wei Zigeng frowned, Xu Yue gritted his teeth, pointed with both fingers, and pulled back the flying knife.

"I can't believe it, you are really so lucky!"

Several times in a row, Xu Yue wielded his sword like the wind. Under the sunlight, the sharp blade rotated around the middle-aged man at a speed that was invisible to the naked eye. However, every time he was struck by the sword just before it was about to stab the middle-aged man.

He barely dodged it, as if the knife was deliberately avoiding him.

Wei Zigeng looked at everything in front of him and patted Xu Yue on the shoulder.

"That's all, take it."

Xu Yue sighed and made a soft sound.

"Ask the precious gourd to swallow the treasure."

The flying knife flew back into the gourd. Xu Yue closed the cork, shook the gourd twice, then opened the cork again, raised his head and took a sip.

"Ah, it tastes really good."

Cheng Xi was the last one to finish eating, and took out a five-tael silver ingot from his sleeve and slapped it on the table. Wei Zigeng and Xu Yue were not surprised by this.

"Hey, how many of you have eaten? Are you satisfied?"

The middle-aged man smiled and put the silver ingots on the table into his arms, with no intention of asking for change.

I guess he couldn't find any change at this stall.

"Not bad, I'll come back tomorrow."

The middle-aged man rubbed his hands and said with some embarrassment:

"Then I can't guarantee whether we will sell wontons again tomorrow."

"Oh? Are you going to set up a stall and tell fortunes again tomorrow?"

Wei Zigeng asked with interest.

The middle-aged man sneered and said:

"Perhaps I will catch a few criminal thieves tomorrow. I can't just kidnap people and send them to the Yamen to collect the reward money. Traveling in the world, having many skills is not a burden, don't you think?"

When the middle-aged man finished speaking this sentence, Wei Zigeng was startled. At the last sentence, the middle-aged man's smiling eyes stared at him, as if he had seen through everything about him.

Wei Zigeng stood up and came to the sword that was used as a pole.

"It's a good sword, but you use it as a carrying pole? If it has a spirit, I'm afraid it will be the first to find displeasure with you."

Wei Zigeng felt sorry for this sword. The sword that was supposed to shine dazzlingly in the world has now become a pole carrying shelves.

The middle-aged man was not angry but happy, and said with a smile:

"How can a fish know the joy of a fish? If your sword has a spirit, young knight, will she also feel lonely when you leave it alone in the bedroom? At least I will accompany it and talk to it every day.

, maybe what it yearns for is the stable life of pulling out kettles and lifting slurry?"

Wei Zigeng was said to be speechless. He had never thought about it before. He only felt that the sword was a murderous weapon. It was born in the world, died in the world, and decayed in the world should be its best destination.

That's why Wei Zigeng was trapped in the Yaoguang realm and was unable to break through, because he didn't understand at the time why Su Qier would abandon his sword and resolutely choose to go to the world alone.

"How can Zifeiyu know the happiness of fish? How can Zifeiyu know the happiness of fish?"

Wei Zigeng tasted it carefully, and after a long time, he bowed and clasped his fists in salute.

"Thank you, senior, for your advice. The juniors have benefited a lot."

The middle-aged man scratched his head, his expression full of confusion.

After leaving the stall, the group of four returned to Cheng Mansion in Pinghu Villa.

At the stall, the middle-aged man put away the dishes, tables and chairs and used his sword to lift up the shelves again.

"Come on, old friend, let's go take a look elsewhere."

Humming step by step, the middle-aged man sang this familiar ditty from Jiangnan, just like the countless peddlers and foot soldiers in the city, who were inconspicuous.

"The beauty of the south of the Yangtze River is full of beautiful scenery. The girl by the lake is wearing her gauze, feeling a little melancholy as the light rain falls. The scholar on the other side is covering his face with books, enjoying the beautiful scenery alone..."

There was a steady flow of people, and his footsteps were heading in one direction.

Jiangnan Villa.

Scholars and swordsmen have different paths, just because one person has good scenery.

Pinghu Villa, in the guest room in the backyard.

Wei Zigeng and Xu Yue excused themselves from last night's hangover and needed to rest, so they managed to get rid of Young Master Cheng's invitation to listen to music at Yuejiang Tower. However, it was because they didn't return last night that they were led away by the eldest lady Cheng Qing.

Into the guest house.

Opening the list that was collected from someone's financial department, it was densely recorded with countless court officials who had transactions with them, ranging from the county magistrate to the princes, princes, ministers, and even the harem empresses and concubines.

Looking at the names one by one, Xu Yue clenched his fists. One name represented one life or even multiple lives. They could have been quietly accompanying their families, but in the end they became monsters in the eyes of others and were kept in captivity.

It is a plaything used to vent abnormal psychology.

"Zi Geng, I listen to you and do whatever you say!"

Wei Zigeng closed the bloody list. There was no record of the names of officials in Lingzhou City, Jiangnan Province.

Perhaps there has been no such thing in Jiangnan before, or perhaps no one has ever been to Jiangnan before.

"Then Liu Xiao is definitely not as kind to others as he appears to be. There must be something fishy going on. Let's explore Fu Yin's house at night."

When the night passes, Lingzhou City is peaceful. On the sparkling Qinhuai River, large and small painted boats have their own infinite spring light in the dark night.
To be continued...