Lin Yanli stretched out her hand to rub her waist and waved her hand, asking Song Zhiyu to take a bath quickly.
Saving someone is just a piece of cake for her.
Be it Li Chang or Song Zhiyu, she would help with the life and death of more than a thousand mortal children in Mutian City, as long as it was within her ability and it would not delay her practice. No matter how big or small the matter was, she would help.
Song Zhiyu should indeed thank her, but Song Zhiyu should also thank God for allowing her to meet her at this time.
Lin Yanli looked up at the sunset in the west and hummed a tune.
After waiting for a while, several red lanterns were hung up on the eaves of the inn, announcing the arrival of night.
Under the shouts of several servants, Lin Yanli slowly walked into the inn lobby.
At this time, Li Zhujiu, Qin Kunyu, Li Shang and Song Zhiyu were sitting in the corner. There was a stove on the big table in front of them. On the stove was a large iron basin, and various kinds of things were placed in the basin.
Grow food.
"Meatballs, vegetarian meatballs, pork, mutton, beef offal, sausages, water spinach, red sticks, stewed over high fire and fragrant, burping after eating grapes, eating watermelon around the stove..."
The waiter in the store shouted softly, put a few plates of fruits on the table, spread his right hand and smiled at Lin Yanli, "When you come to Feng'an Mansion, you have to eat antique soup once."
Lin Yanli sniffed, looked at the red color rolling in the pot, and said with a smile, "Do you like spicy food here?"
"Of course, if you want to talk about spicy food, you have to talk about the Thousand Demons Sect." The waiter in the store stood upright holding the tray and said seriously.
Since the advent of Lazi from the Thousand Demons Sect, food in the world has been steaming like the rising sun.
The spicy food in the world is produced in Shengzhou, and 90% of it comes from the Thousand Demons Sect. It is not some fairy fruit, nor is it a precious treasure. It is a condiment that everyone in the world can afford and eat.
"Tsk, tsk, tsk, our Gusha City's antique soup is famous all over the country. Since adding this spicy food, it has become a unique delicacy in the world. It can be said that half of the foreigners who come to Gusha City are for the antique soup! When you come to Gusha City, you don't have to
You can look at the cave carvings without seeing the mirage dancers, but you must eat the antique soup!" The waiter in the shop kept talking with pride on his face.
Lin Yanli nodded, stretched out his chopsticks and fiddled with the bottom of the pot. The hot steam came out of the pot, making his mouth water from the Li Zhu wine on the side.
Li Zhujiu moved his buttocks and came to Lin Yanli's side. He whispered, "Little Yanli, hurry up and start eating. My stomach is growling with hunger."
Lin Yanli raised his hand and flicked Li Zhujiu's head, "Greedy, you still have something to do before you eat the antique soup."
"work?"
Lin Yanli jumped down, took out a porcelain bowl from the cabinet nearby, and scooped out some green onion and garlic paste.
Lin Yanli popularized the science: "Antique soup, it is called hot pot in Shengzhou. When eating hot pot, it is most delicious when dipped in sauce."
Seeing this, Li Zhujiu quickly ran to the cabinet to get a few large bowls, one for each person, and trotted over to bring four bowls of snacks.
The four large bowls were held in Li Zhujiu's arms, shaking and looking very dangerous.
Li Zhujiu saw many customers passing by, and shouted at the top of his voice, "It's hot oil, it's hot, please stay away from me!"
After saying this, the guests who were coming and going stopped one after another and made way for Li Zhujiu. Even the children who were running around and playing were pulled aside by their parents at this time. Those who were disobedient would be beaten.
Two large pen pockets.
Lin Yanli watched Li Zhujiu return to his seat with a big bowl, and couldn't help but joked: "Your words are more powerful than your words!"
Li Zhujiu puffed up his chest and gave a thumbs up proudly, "Who am I? I am Li Zhujiu from Mutian City!"
The dinner was quite satisfactory, except that Song Zhiyu looked a little reserved.
While eating, Lin Yanli informed everyone about Song Zhiyu's story in a heartbeat.
Song Zhiyu's father was involved in ghosts and evil spirits, and had lost contact with the secular world. Letting Song Zhiyu know the truth would only add more trouble to her, so it was better to continue to be so confused and naive.
When Li Zhujiu learned that he had a chance to take action that night, he was so excited that he couldn't even close his mouth.
Her hands have been itching for a long time, and tonight she will draw her sword magnificently to make sure that the ghost has nowhere to hide.
On the other side, the old man wearing a bamboo hat on his head cast his gaze towards the corner from time to time. His right foot kept shaking up and down, showing how nervous he was at the moment.
After a while, he saw everyone in the corner collecting bowls, and hurriedly came to the stairs to cut Song Zhiyu down.
"Girl, wait a moment!"
After speaking, the old man grabbed the girl's arm with his left hand, and moved his right hand up the girl's arm until it reached her shoulder.
Song Zhiyu shivered and was about to say something when he heard the old man laughing loudly and saying, "He has a thick frame and long arms. He is a good candidate for wielding a machete!"
He stroked his beard and said with a satisfied smile: "My name is Lu Yao. They all call me Uncle Yao. I have taken a liking to you. Are you willing to accept me as your teacher?"
After Song Zhiyu struggled to no avail, he glanced at Lin Yanli.
Lin Yanli put her hand on the old man's wrist and said with a smile, "Uncle Yao, you grabbed it too hard."
The old man remembered Dong Lie's instructions, immediately let go of his hand, coughed and said: "I have been in the Shuiyun Gang for half my life, and my sword skills have never been passed down. Today I saw good materials for practicing swordsmanship. I am impatient and reckless.
Please forgive me, girl."
Lin Yanli put her hands back into her sleeves, looked at Song Zhiyu with a calm expression, and said, "You decide your own life, and it has nothing to do with anyone else. You just owe me money, so you don't need to worry about my opinion."
When the old man heard this, he immediately took off a money bag from his waist and said, "I only have one daughter at my knees. She was married a few years ago. In addition to the dowry, there is still some money in the bag. How much money does the daughter owe?
I am willing to repay it for her."
Lin Yanli took a step back and did not accept the money bag handed over by the old man.
After walking for more than ten days from Licheng to Gusha City, after getting along with him all the way, I found that this old man's personality was a little weird, but he didn't have any other criticisms.
Song Zhiyu fell silent.
The old man is a senior of the Shuiyun Gang. The Shuiyun Gang has a good reputation in Gusha City. I have never heard of any surreptitious activities...
Lin Yanli saw the hesitation in Song Zhiyu's eyes, and knew what Song Zhiyu was hesitating about, and continued: "We are travelers who came here. We will leave Feng'an Mansion soon and come back more than ten years later.
There are your parents' graves here. If you become a disciple of this old man, you can take care of your parents' graves in the future."
Hearing this, Song Zhiyu no longer hesitated, stretched out his hand to push back the money bag handed over by the old man, knelt on the ground and kowtowed, "Zhiyu is willing to worship you as his master. Master is here, please accept my disciple's bow."