Luoyang is only more than 300 miles away from Kaifeng. Xianyutong originally wanted to ride a horse and could arrive in one day, but the two monks Yuanyin did not understand equestrian skills, so the three had to use light skills to rush on the road. Although their footwork was only a little slower than riding a horse, they were always dusty and not comfortable enough.

Today, the martial arts of various schools in the world have been unique for hundreds of years. However, when it comes to light skills, Wudang Tiyunzong and Kunlun School are the most prominent. Although Shaolin also has top-level light skills such as Yiwei Crossing the River, not many disciples practice.

The Huashan School’s light skills are only mid-level among the six major schools. Although Xianyutong practiced hard for several years, he did not accumulate enough in his youth. Both internal and external skills are quite good, but he practiced light skills very little, so he practiced light skills using the anti-Ring Liangyi footwork while on the road.

Yuanyin and Yuanxin are not as good as Xianyutong. They just walk with a bright bronze Zen stick. They don’t walk very quickly, but they walk dozens of feet away in a short while. Xianyutong takes a light step and jumps more than two meters away. Although most of the time they are devoted to practicing, their speed is not slow. They disappear on the official road like Yuanyin and the other two men.

Yuanyin and the center of the circle have extraordinary strength. After walking for more than 200 miles, Xian Yutong on one side has already felt aching legs, which is entirely supported by internal strength.

It was already afternoon, and the three of them had breakfast and the hour of Mao was about to pass (about 7 o'clock). Xian Yutong estimated that it was almost four o'clock (10 o'clock in the afternoon). The three had been walking for more than two hours (5 hours). Xian Yutong thought: We were 40 kilometers per hour on average, which was extremely fast. I guess we could reach Kaifeng Prefecture at dusk. If I had to go all out, I would probably be faster, but I would have to continue to be weak. I don't know how fast the Green-winged Bat King Wei Yixiao, the best in the world, could be?

Yuanyin and the other two were not good at talking, and Xian Yutong had something to do and didn't want to speak. The three of them slowly walked for more than ten minutes and saw a village. When they walked in, they saw the tallest bamboo pole carrying a tattered flag. They could vaguely see the three words Liudianji written on it.

Yuanyin said: "Mr. Xianyu, when you arrive at Liudianji, Zhengzhou is ten miles ahead. Should we have some refreshments here to rest for a while or to rest in Zhengzhou?"

Xian Yutong's legs were already filled with lead. Although he had a deep skill, he had never used any great force in many years, and had not rushed over to the far road. He didn't want to leave again when he saw the market. He smiled and said, "The Five Phoenix Sword and the Shenquan Sect have already trapped Yin Yewang and Bai Guishou in Kaifeng. We don't have to worry, just eat a bowl of noodles here."

Yuanxin breathed a sigh of relief when he heard this. His urgency was not as strong as Yuanyin, and his skill was not as good as Xianyutong. He was already hard to stand now. When he saw Xianyutong, he had to rest here and quickly walked to a pasta shop and said, "Mr. Xianyu, senior brother, I ate a bowl of Helu here two years ago. It tasted quite good. Why don't you try it too?"

Xian Yutong's heart moved when he heard this and said with a smile: "What is the river leak?"

Now under the rule of the Yuan Dynasty, the Mongolian Tatars are cruel and hateful and are the most likely to oppress the people. The Central Plains was originally a granary since ancient times, but the Central Plains people lived a very difficult life. In order to save food, northerners all ate two meals a day. Now it is only about one o'clock, and the pasta shop has to wait for an hour before there will be guests.

So a middle-aged couple sitting in the shop saw two monks and young scholars coming over and hurriedly came out to greet them. When they heard Xian Yutong's words, they explained: "Young Master must have come to Henan less. Our river is the noodles made of soba noodles. It tastes chewy and tastes delicious. Then cooked with mutton soup and it tastes very fragrant! Did you try it with the two masters?"

Xian Yutong walked into the shop first, looked at the small and rough stools and flat tables in the straw shed built, and picked a cleaner place to sit down.

Yuanyin and the center of the circle also walked in and sat not far from Xianyutong. The middle-aged man asked, "What are you eating? Do you still need some side dishes?"

Xian Yutong was about to speak, when the center of the circle took out a handful of copper coins from his arms and handed them over and said, "What are you talking about? Three big bowls of river leak, we exchanged clear soup and vegetarian noodles, put more noodles, cut more lamb in this gentleman's bowl, and mix two side dishes with radish and cucumbers."

The man took the copper coins and turned around to work with his woman to mix vegetables, and the lower part.

Xian Yutong originally wanted to make a stick of wine, but remembered that the two monks could not eat wine, and it was quite rude to drink it by themselves, so she had to pour a glass of water to drink.

Xian Yutong originally thought that the Shaolin monk was the only monk who ate meat since ancient times in China. Because he had seen the story of the thirteen-stick monk saving the Tang king in the early Tang Dynasty. After Emperor Taizong of Tang Dynasty, Li Shimin issued an order to give Shaolin Temple meat to eat not a violation of the precept. At this time, he saw the two monks eating only vegetarian noodles and realized that the rumors were all false.

The couple was neat and soon brought two plates of side dishes and three large bowls of fragrant river litter.

After a long period of cooking, the mutton soup and mutton almost couldn't smell the smell of mutton, but instead it was fresh and fragrant. With a handful of coriander to enhance freshness, Xianyutong, who was already a little hungry, suddenly developed saliva in his mouth, picked up the chopsticks and started eating.

Yuanyin and Yuanxin are both monks who have been practicing in the world for a long time. They are not as rigid as monks in the temple. Although they do not eat wine and meat, they cannot help but others, and are not afraid of eating with Xianyutong. They just regard the aroma of the broth that lingers at their noses as if it is not.

After eating noodles, the three of them sat and rested for a quarter of an hour before continuing on their way.

When it was just dark in the afternoon, the three of them entered Kaifeng Prefecture. Kaifeng was called Chenliu and Daliang in ancient times, and it was also the former capital of Tokyo Bianliang. It was a prosperous place in the Qingming Festival. It was already the world's largest prosperous city hundreds of years ago and was already known as the city that never sleeps.

After experiencing the baptism of war between the two dynasties and the Three Kingdoms, the mottled walls of the ancient city of Kaifeng Prefecture represent its rich experience and suffering. Xian Yutong and the other two walked on the streets of Kaifeng Prefecture, and lanterns were hung on the shops on both sides of the street. Although the prosperous Tokyo City hundreds of years ago was much depressed and dilapidated, it can still see its profound background.

Yuanyin and Yuanxin walked while looking at the secret codes left by other sects. Xian Yutong didn’t have much experience in the Jianghu, so he took the opportunity to learn. While the three of them were walking, a young man suddenly emerged from the alley next to him, knelt in front of the three, and said, “Are the two masters Shaolin Yuanyin and the Yuanxin Master?”

Yuanyin first stared at the one-eyed look with one eye on her, and then a wave of wind lifted the young man up with a wave of her sleeve.

When the young man stood up, he saw Yuanyin's skill and his skills were superb, he stood by with his hands down respectfully.

Yuanzhong frowned and asked, "Who are you? How do you recognize us?"

The young man said: "My younger generation Song Zeng is a disciple of the Divine Fist Sect. Our head knew that the two of us were coming, so he specially sent me to wait here."

Yuanyin said: "This is Mr. Xian Yutong, the head of the Huashan School, and he was invited by us to help the boxing."

When Song Zeng heard that this handsome young scholar was actually the head of the Huashan Sect of the Central Plains, he hurriedly knelt down and said, "My younger brother Song Zeng greeted Master Xian Yu! I have no idea about Mount Tai, and I have neglected my seniors. I would like to punish you!"

Xian Yutong was jumped by Song Zeng's polite behavior. Thinking that their Divine Fist School might have been frightened by Xie Xun, he respected the legends and predecessors of the world and wanted to help Song Zeng, but he also felt that Yuanyin's sleeves were quite chic. If he bent down and reached out to help him, it would be worse than Yuanyin.

As soon as his mind moved, Xianyu Tong raised his hands with his hands. When the Hunyuan palm slapped the ground, he shot Song Zeng's arms and shoulders. Song Zeng's martial arts were low and he couldn't tell the truth. He just saw the leader of Huashan raising his body with his hands with his hands and stood up. Song Zeng, who had never seen a master, felt that he had changed from kneeling to standing in a trance. When he looked at Xianyu Tong, he felt dizzy as if he had seen an immortal. Xianyu Tong, who knew the magic of immortals, also made him admire and admire him, respect him as a god.
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