Author: Falling Panda

The carriage soon arrived outside Lin'an Imperial Palace. Song Xing helped Zhuge Zhengwo stagger out of the carriage and walked straight to the gate of the imperial city.

When the soldiers guarding the palace saw Zhuge Zhengwo, they all knelt down and saluted: "See you, Master Taifu."

Zhuge Zhengwo nodded, signaled everyone to excuse themselves, and then walked into the palace.

Song Xing was still white at this moment and could not follow Zhuge Zhengwo into the palace, so he could only wait outside the palace.

The night wind blew by, blowing Zhuge Zhengwo's fluttering robe.

While walking, Zhuge Zhengwo's soles suddenly softened and a large mouthful of black blood spurted out. His whole body shook twice and he almost fell. Fortunately, he grabbed the railing on the side in time to stabilize his body.

"Uncle Master!" Song Xing exclaimed and wanted to step forward to help him, but Zhuge Zhengwo waved his hand to stop him.

"I'm fine, just wait for me here." Zhuge Zhengyi waved his hand and continued to stagger towards the palace.

Song Xing agreed, looking at Zhuge Zhengwo who was gradually walking away, his eyes flickered, and he stood there and watched Zhuge Zhengwo go away.

Zhuge Zheng and I left for more than an hour, and Song Xing didn't see him come out until the morning light dimmed.

In the morning market at the foot of the Imperial City, vendors who got up early were already setting up stalls one after another.

In Song Xing's ears, he heard the sound of bells ringing in major temples in La'an, and the toutu who announced the dawn held an iron plate in his hand and knocked on the doors along the street to announce the dawn.

The children in front of the gourd soup shop are already selling cooked bones, and there are also people selling stuffed lungs and fried lungs. The hotel lights up the lights and starts business. Each customer only needs to spend twenty coins, and the guarantee will let you eat.

Satisfied. The porridge, rice and snack shops are also open, and occasionally sell face wash, which is convenient for customers who stay out all night. If you want to drink some soup and medicinal tea, the sencha stall can serve you. There are many colors for you to choose from.

This morning market at the foot of the Imperial City opens every day at five o'clock, selling clothes, paintings, and curios. The sky is bright, and all kinds of snacks are on display, including sheep heads, lungs, kidneys, milk and other offal, quail, and rabbits.

, turtle doves, pigeons and other game, crabs, clams and other river fresh food are all available.

Song Xing smelled the fragrance of food on the tip of his nose, and suddenly felt a little hungry. He looked back at the imperial city gate, walked a few steps to the side wall, and came to the corner.

This is a secluded alley. At the end of the alley is a row of small stalls. At this time, someone was selling a breakfast stall.

Song Xing walked to a shop where he bought haggis soup and randomly chose a table to sit down at.

"Staff, a bowl of mutton soup, five mutton steamed buns, five Taixue steamed buns, and a plate of warm sophora buds and a plate of fried lungs."

"Okay, sir, sit down for a moment and I'll be back soon."

This shop has a very good business and a lot of customers, but the food is served very quickly. In a short time, everything Song Xing ordered was brought to him.

He picked up a piece of warm sophora bud with his chopsticks and brought it to his mouth. A strong aroma of beans flooded into his mouth. Song Xing chewed it a few times and swallowed it, followed by another mouthful of haggis soup.

The steaming mutton soup immediately warmed up my stomach.

The food in this shop tastes very good. Song Xing ate very quickly and ate all the food served by the stall owner in a short time.

I can’t remember how long it has been since I was alone in this street full of fireworks.

"Oh, I'm late, there are no seats. This Zheng's shop is known as the best morning market in Beijing. I want to take you to try it."

While Song Xing was enjoying his meal, an annoyed voice came from behind him. He looked curiously and saw two men and one woman standing outside the shop.

The three of them are all under twenty years old, and they are all dressed in different styles. The young man at the head is dressed in white. Although it looks a bit old, he still looks heroic in it, giving him a sense of sharpness and coolness;

The other young man is wearing a blue shirt and Confucian clothes, he is young and handsome, and exudes a clean and bright temperament; as for the last young man, wearing a red coat, he has a tall and plump figure, a pair of almond-shaped eyes, and red lips that look like fire, giving him a charming look.

It has a enchanting and charming feeling, but also reveals an indifference that is far away from others.

After looking at the faces of the three of them, Song Xing had a doubt in his mind. When he saw a strange weapon on the side of the young man in green shirt that looked like a knife but not a sword, a smile appeared in his eyes.

"I'm sorry, you three. We are full, so we may have to wait for a while." The stall owner smiled and came forward to greet the three of them.

Looking at the strange-looking weapon behind the young man, Song Xing smiled and shouted tentatively: "Wang Xiaoshi?"

Wang Xiaoshi, a young man in green shirt, heard the sound, turned around and looked at Song Xing, blinked his eyes in surprise, and asked doubtfully: "Do you know me?"

Song Xing smiled and pointed to the weapon on his waist and said, "My name is Song Xing. I heard Master Xu mention you before."

The red sleeves of the blood river should not be retained. The four-handled magic weapon that is famous in the world, Wang Xiaoshi is holding the magic sword of retention.

The hilt accounts for one-third of the length of the sword body. The inlay is slightly rounded. The scabbard is elegant. The sword body cannot be seen, but the hilt is slightly curved. The edge is in the shape of a knife edge, emitting a faint light like jade. At first glance

, like a knife and a sword connected together. The hilt is not a real sword hilt, but a knife, curved like a small scimitar used by a woman to trim her eyebrows.

Save the end of the world to save people, save the years to save you.

Wang Xiaoshi suddenly realized: "Ah, you are Senior Brother Song from Master Ye's sect. I heard Master mention you."

The two people behind Wang Xiaoshi also stopped talking and focused their attention on Song Xing, sizing him up.

Song Xing greeted: "This store is doing very well. If you wait, you may have to wait for a while. Come and sit with us."

Wang Xiaoshi was overjoyed to meet his fellow disciples, and unsuspectingly dragged the young man in white to Song Xing, "That's great, otherwise we don't know how long we would have to wait."

After taking their seats, Wang Xiaoshi pointed to the other two people and introduced: "Senior Brother Song, this is my good friend Bai Choufei, this is Gentle Girl, this is my fellow senior brother, and is a disciple of my uncle."

Song Xing nodded to Bai Choufei and Wen Wenwen as a greeting.

Wen Wen had a good impression of Song Xing. Seeing that Song Xing was polite and not arrogant, she said with a smile: "I have long heard that the haggis soup in Zheng's shop is one of the best in the capital. If it weren't for Senior Brother Song today, we might not have

It's a waste of time."

Song Xing smiled and said: "The mutton soup here is really good, but you are rushing into the city with the pursuers behind you, but you have to drink a bowl of mutton soup first. As expected, newborn calves are not afraid of tigers. People with high skills

bold."

Bai Choufei, who had just sat down, changed his expression slightly, glanced at Song Xing, and asked, "Why does Brother Song conclude that we have just arrived in the capital?"

Song Xing asked the shopkeeper to clear away the leftovers on the table, ordered another table, took out three pairs of bamboo chopsticks from the bamboo tube on the table, wiped them clean, handed them to Wang Xiaoshi and the others, and said calmly: "

At this time, the four city gates in Lin'an have just opened, but there is a lot of dew on the trouser legs of the three of them, obviously they are rushing in from outside the city."

"It's not yet dawn. If you're going to Beijing normally, you don't have to be in such a hurry. So I guess, Xiaoshi, you three are in trouble and are being chased?"

The three of them looked at each other, and finally Wang Xiaoshi said: "Senior Brother Song is right, we are indeed in some trouble, but coming to the capital is not to avoid trouble, but to come for a big event."
Chapter completed!