Although Wen Xiaotian is tired enough, he still has to pay attention to discipline during training. If you don't get permission, you can't leave any piece of equipment behind. Wearing a mask and a maid's outfit, he gasped outside the city for about half a minute, and then he once again displayed paper painting, melting into the wind.

Under Wen Xiaotian's training, the maids' mastery of paper painting has actually surpassed Wen Xiaotian's. So those maids can easily go back and forth between Zhangjiakou and Yanjing effortlessly. But when Wen Xiaotian repeated this matter again, he found out the difficulty.

This is simply due to the difference in skill proficiency and level...... Thinking that he was actually given down by his own students, Wen Xiaotian was dissatisfied in his heart.

Zhangjiakou is not a city, not far from Xuanhua Mansion, you can think of it as a larger distribution center, a small town. The main goods in the town are some leather goods from the north, livestock, and some tea and salt from the south. This is where the Mongols and the Central Plains communicate with each other, and it is also a place where Chinese and foreigners conduct commercial trade. There is a trade route to the north, which leads directly to the hinterland of the north, Ulaanbaatar.

This trade route was formed very early, and Zhangjiakou is such a key place, which happens to be up and down the second and third steps of this world, and the locals call it "dam".

The upper dam is to go north, and the lower dam is to go south, and a winding trade road rises slowly in the crevices of the mountains. And the climate in Zhangjiakou has become not stuffy, and now at this time, getting up early to go out even makes people feel old. Wen Xiaotian entered Zhangjiakou and felt a lot more comfortable.

But thinking about the next target is Sichuan, which is the kind of warm and stuffy climate, and the whole person feels a little bad.

Wang Ji.

It's a small shop with a façade, and it sells fried cakes.

Fried cakes should be regarded as a special food in the north. In the case of abundant oil wheat and yellow rice, and the lack of other grains, coarse noodles and yellow rice have become staple foods. Unlike the situation in modern society where noodles are expensive and white noodles are cheap, the current noodles are just rations.

Yellow rice grinds the noodles, and then the flour is steamed in a cage drawer, and after steaming, it is kneaded together with hands, and the kneading process is extremely cumbersome, and then it will form a strong yellow cake. Then divide it into small pieces one by one, flatten and wrap them with brown sugar, peanuts, and fillings with various ingredients, knead them round, pinch them long, and fry them in the pot, and what comes out is fried cake.

There are only a few people who can do such a complex craft.

There are only a few people who can eat such an expensive thing.

Is it an ordinary family, probably when the red and white are happy, can eat a fried cake, or the kind of fried cake without any filling.

Wen Xiaotian's luck was good, when he came over, it happened that people had fished out about twenty of them with a colander, and they were leaking oil from the cake. Wen Xiaotian's style, Wang Ji's boss is no stranger, after all, the maids come over almost every once in a while, and almost all of them have become his old customers.

"Miss, are you here? Do you want peanuts and brown sugar this time? ”

"Five of the same."

"Then you'll have to wait, why don't you go and sit inside for a while?" The attitude of the boss is very good, knowing that this is a person from Yanwangfu, who is very good at martial arts, and comes to Zhangjiakou from Yanwangfu for a round trip, just to buy a bite to eat. I also sighed in my heart: "This palace is really different from our ordinary family." ”

Then he added in his heart: "But these young ladies from the palace have a good temper, and they don't have the slightest appearance of those bullying people......

If Wen Xiaotian knew what the boss was thinking, he would definitely let him see how the maids fought on the grassland. Kind attitude? That's not the slightest threat to you, okay? Wen Xiaotian said: "No need, I'll just wait outside, you'd better hurry." ”

"Okay."

The boss shouted, and he communicated with the other customers, and this communication went smoothly, and the work was completed in a while. Yan Wangfu, no one wants to offend, let alone offend. Zhangjiakou is actually someone's territory. After waiting for a while to fry the cake and get the things, Wen Xiaotian set off again and returned.

In a tea house on the corner of the street, a man in Tsing Yi finished drinking the tea in his cup, glanced in the direction Wen Xiaotian left, and followed.

The man in Tsing Yi has a good light skill, floating out of the dust, and he is already outside the city in a trance.

Outside the city, Wen Xiaotian had already stopped.

The man in Tsing Yi secretly paid attention to him, but he didn't pay attention. But when the man in Tsing Yi followed, it was not easy for Wen Xiaotian to ignore it. If he really neglects it, he can go to feed the dogs with all his kung fu. The young man said in a loud voice, "Girl, please stay." ”

Just now, Wang Ji's boss said "Miss", which made Wen Xiaotian feel like he was in the middle of a knife. Now this "girl" made Wen Xiaotian be stabbed again. But his current outfit is a maid himself. You can't blame people for not being able to tell if you're male or female, right?

Wen Xiaotian wanted to vomit blood, and then he was proud, which showed that his modification was absolutely successful. The voice exit that has been trained for several days is also crisp and moving, "Who are you?" What do you want to do? ”

The man in Tsing Yi hugged his fists and said, "Xu Qing in Xia Tianji City!" Stopping you, just to find out something. ”

"Oh?"

"Where's your sister?"

Xu Qing asked a question.

Wen Xiaotian smiled, his voice became a little strange, "Naturally, it'......s in the Yanwang Mansion" Just when Xu Qingyi reported to his home, Wen Xiaotian already understood. Obviously, Xu Qing regarded him as a woman in the Splendid Palace. But Wen Xiaotian didn't care, Wen Xiaotian wanted to invite you into the urn.

I was in a hurry to buy fried cakes today, and I didn't have time for Xu Xueba to discuss some deeper mathematical problems, physics problems, and doors, so I could only grieve Xueba to run by himself.

Tianji City.

This in itself is Wen Xiaotian's goal. If it weren't for the fact that things here in Yanwang's Mansion were one after another, and where Tianji City was, there was really no news, Wen Xiaotian would have gone to find it a long time ago. Is this a concentration camp for scholars? It's the sweetest thing there.

No one is afraid of too much knowledge, only when it is used, it is too little. And the role of knowledge on power, Wen Xiaotian also understands it very well.

Although he doesn't use it much now, what about the future?

The location of Tianji City is too secretive, think about it, if it wasn't secret, it is estimated that it would have been destroyed by his old rival Splendid Palace. In terms of martial arts, these scholars must be nothing more than a concentration camp for beautiful women. There are too many ways for the Splendid Palace to deal with Tianji City.

But now, Tianji City has delivered it to the door by itself.

After Wen Xiaotian finished saying the word "min", the secret soul transfer ** was also launched at the same time, and the voice made Xu Qing in a trance for a while, and he couldn't help himself. When he reacted and looked again, Wen Xiaotian had disappeared without a trace. Xu Qing scolded secretly: "It's really a demon girl......"

Fortunately, Wen Xiaotian didn't hear it......

Xu Qing began to rush towards Yanjing City, and he already had a premonition that Yanjing City might have a trap arranged by the Splendid Palace. But when he Xu Qing came out, he was originally against the Splendid Palace. And as a scholar, in terms of intrigue and intrigues, he naturally can't fight with a group of intriguing women.

The so-called tactics are to rush up and do it directly!

Mausoleum of the Yellow Emperor.

A ragged old man carried a wine gourd and drank it without a sip. The old man was small, skinny and skinny, but his demeanor was very laid-back. The old man rubbed his eyebrows vigorously, "Hey, how long have you been asleep?" Whatever...... Will you hear from that person this time? ”

Who is that person? Who is he?

Wen Xiaotian passed by the Yellow Emperor's Mausoleum and saw this old man discrediting the statue of the Yellow Emperor without any image. He didn't care, either. Every time he returned, he would pass by here and come to the Yellow Emperor's Mausoleum to have a look. As for worship or anything, there is none. He's not so pretentious.

Come and see, it's enough.

Wen Xiaotian, dressed in a black maid outfit, walked over. The old man was surprised. Wen Xiaotian was enough to surprise him, because when his divine thoughts fell on Wen Xiaotian, he was actually isolated by a mysterious force. No, or maybe that's not a force, but something like a wall.

"Little girl, who are you?"

The old man became interested for the first time, just like after he woke up in the Northern Song Dynasty, heard the name of Wen Xiaotian, and saw some things Wen Xiaotian did. It's like waking up again when the Southern Song Dynasty was about to perish, and hearing the name Wen Xiaotian again......

He had heard the name Wen Xiaotian three times, once in the Northern Song Dynasty, once in the Southern Song Dynasty, and once in the late Yuan Dynasty. But these three times, when he wanted to look for that Wen Xiaotian, he found that this person had already disappeared. It is rumored on the rivers and lakes that this person has risen by day, but he secretly went to the sky to see it once, but there was no such person.

The girl in front of him also made him good, because of the fact that his divine thoughts could not penetrate, he couldn't see Wen Xiaotian's disguise. Wen Xiaotian asked, "Who are you?" ”

"Oh...... Me? A lowly man. Seeing each other today is fate, why don't you play a song for you that is a hundred years old? The old man's skills are excellent. ”

What is this? Wen Xiaotian was a little speechless, look at this old guy. Hey, I'm so old, I still look very pitiful, and it seems a little unauthentic to go away like this! Wen Xiaotian hesitated for a moment, but decided to stay and listen to a song. As for the consequences when you go back...... It doesn't matter anymore.

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