There is no treasure pavilion on the top floor of Qibao Tower. Instead, it is divided into dozens of large and small stores, selling all kinds of delicacies from all over the country.
Mu Yun and the rest of the group were so excited that they couldn't help but twitch their index fingers. Finally, they chose a hot pot restaurant called "Yuweizhai" and picked up a table for ten people to sit down at.
Qingyun and Qingyin were vegetarians every day, so everyone ordered a quarter-pot, divided into four flavors: sour, spicy, fresh, and clear, followed by beef, mutton, tripe, yellow throat, duck blood, goose intestines, and fish fillets.
The whole table was filled with shrimp paste, yam, winter bamboo shoots, lettuce, radish and other ingredients, which was extremely rich.
While everyone was waiting for the water in the pot to boil, they were chatting happily. Mu Yun had not seen Xiao Lei, so he was a little worried. Wei Tingshang saw that he was uneasy, and after understanding, he coughed lightly and said, "Young Master Mu, you don't have to do anything."
I'm too worried, only Brother Yue has always bullied others, and others must not be able to bully him."
"What's more, this is a mirage on the top of the clouds. If anyone dares to bully the weak, use the big to bully the small, and seek justice under his own master, we don't have to worry about it in vain."
Mu Yun hesitated and said sarcastically: "What Miss Wei said makes sense, but I am a little unfounded. I just didn't expect that we walked around and never met Master Lei. Could it be that he and the three girls had gone out earlier?"
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Wei Tingshang shook his head and said: "No, those two lazy hooters have lived in the mountains for a long time. They rarely set foot in such a bustling place, so they will never leave. Yue Xiaodi considers himself a flower protector, how can he take the first step? I think we are following
After they made a mistake, maybe they were eating somewhere, but they just didn't see it."
Mu Yun made sense. He nodded and glanced around, just in time to see two figures walking into the store side by side. They were a man and a woman.
The man was dressed as a scholar. He was about thirty-five or sixty-six years old. He was wearing a white washed green cloth, a square turban of the same color on his head, and black cloth foundation boots. His hair on his temples was frosty white, and the rest of his hair was white.
The color is still dark, and although the whole person cannot hide the vicissitudes of life, he has a gentle and elegant scholarly demeanor.
The woman was in her prime, wearing a crimson dress, soft deerskin boots, and an embroidered luan belt around her waist. There was a dart bag on it, and a single sword hung on it. Her black hair was tied up with a golden crown.
The figure wrapped in the smart outfit is very graceful and toned.
Looking further at the face, it is precisely the eyebrows that have been trimmed into the temples, the phoenix eyes with majesty, a dashing and heroic demeanor, the straight nose, the plump lips, and the courageous spirit. She has the appearance of a heroine, clearly no less than seven feet tall.
Men.
Mu Yun recognized the man immediately and stood up to greet him: "Mr. Han is here too. We meet him everywhere in life."
That man was Han Feixin, the "Huaiyin poet". He met Mu Yun and Wei Tingyan at the Qie Zui Inn a few days ago.
At this moment, Han Feixin was slightly surprised when he saw Mu Yun greeting him. He approached with the girl in crimson clothes, and with a smile, he held his hands in greeting and said: "Han said last time that Mu Shaoxia and I have a close relationship. Let's meet next time."
When we meet, it is my turn to be the host, and now is the time to fulfill our promise."
Mu Yun's face heated up and he hurriedly explained: "Mr. Han, please don't misunderstand me. I'm not asking you to pay the bill. It's not too late to fulfill your promise next time if there are fewer people."
Han Feixin waved his hand and said: "It doesn't matter, Han really wants to meet a few friends, so I can't miss this opportunity."
Mu Yun was dumbfounded, and then he heard Han Feixin cough and say: "Everyone, I'm here to invite you. Han, whose double name is Feixin, calls himself 'Huaiyin Scholar', and is appointed as the general inspector of Sword and Border Frontier. This is my wife Yu.
, small characters scatter flowers, I’ve met all of you little friends here.”
After saying that the husband and wife both bowed as a courtesy, Wei Tingshang and others naturally stood up and returned the courtesy, but each of them was inevitably a little surprised. After all, Han Feixin was more than ten years old, and it was rare for an old man and a young couple to do so.
Mu Yun did not dare to neglect, and introduced everyone to Han Feixin and his wife one by one, and finally to the brother and sister Qingyun and Qingyin. After the two parties greeted each other, Qingyin came close to Qingyun's ear and lowered his voice: "Brother, is the Sword Frontier a place where mountain bandits gather?
ah?"
Qingyun hesitated on his face and felt a little embarrassed for a moment. At this time, he only heard Yu Sanhua say lightly: "Yes, the Sword Frontier does belong to the green forest and grass. If the two famous students from the famous sect don't like it, we
Naturally, I don’t dare to climb high.”
Qingyin didn't expect Yu Sanhua's ears to be so sharp. She blushed in embarrassment and said, "No, I'm just asking. I'm not looking down on anyone."
Yu Sanhua snorted, and Han Feixin patted the back of her hand gently, and then said kindly: "Little Taoist priest, there is no need to be nervous. My wife does not mean to criticize me. I have invited you to have this meal today. If you guys
If you don’t give up, please reward Mr. Han with some thin noodles. We, husband and wife, are very grateful."
Qingyun did have concerns in his heart, worried that he would violate the rules of "making friends with gangsters" and be held accountable later. However, he had always been kind and kind, and seeing that Han Feixin was so polite, he couldn't refuse in person, so he could only make up his mind secretly.
Later, he settled the account first, at least he did not accept the "gangster" sentiment, and even when faced with accountability, he was able to say something.
Qingyin Wei Qingyun followed suit and saw that he didn't refuse, so she felt at ease.
Everyone else was equally enthusiastic and thanked them endlessly. Han Fei was confident and sat down with Yu Sanhua, and ordered a few more dishes and fruits and drinks.
At this time, the thick soup in the pot was boiling, and the surroundings were steaming. Everyone was feeling hungry, so they simply relaxed their minds and enjoyed the delicacies of Sichuan and Chongqing.
It should be noted that Yuzhou’s hot pot is world-famous, and being able to live in Qibao Pavilion is one of the best in the world. The taste of the soup base is unparalleled in the world.
Everyone had a feast and ate enthusiastically, especially in the spicy pot, except for the Sichuan peppercorns and peppers, there were also chili peppers introduced from outside the region in recent years. Zhu Fengyin and Shang Hongxiu had never seen this before, and they couldn't stop after tasting it, but Mu Yun
I have already experienced it, and now that I have revisited the delicious food, I fall in love with my chopsticks even more.
Everyone was familiar with each other and naturally chatted and laughed. Only Qingyun sat upright and acted politely while eating and drinking, with a slight smile on his face. He didn't say much if he could.
Han Feixin smiled secretly, picked up the wine glass and said, "Taoist Master Qingyun has invited me. Without being presumptuous, I would like to propose a drink to the Taoist Master first."
Qingyun couldn't shirk it. He also picked up the wine glass and said concisely: "Your Excellency, please."
As soon as he finished speaking, Qingyun raised his neck and drank it all in one gulp. Looking at Han Feixin, he also lit up the bottom of the cup and said with a smile: "Taoist Master Qingyun is really happy, but this is fifty years old wine. Don't drink it."
Too hasty."
Qingyun smiled reservedly, suppressing the pungent feeling in his throat, and a slight blush appeared on his face.
Yu Sanhua watched with cold eyes, then picked up the wine glass and said to Qingyin: "Come here, little Taoist Priest, I would like to propose a toast to you."
Qingyin's heart suddenly trembled, and Qi Ai said: "Well... please forgive me, I really don't know how to drink."
Yu Sanhua's face darkened, and she pursed her lips tightly and said, "Oh? The little Taoist priest just said that when he looked down on me, there is no need to make excuses."