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"By the way, where is the Flower Rain Temple?" Mu Hanyan suddenly asked.

"It's just northwest of Mujia Village, and if you pass through the trail behind Himi Peak, it's about 600 miles away. Ye Yi'an said.

"It's so close, then I'll accompany you back to Mujia Village first, and then go to the Flower Rain Temple. Sikong Qinglan obviously didn't know where Mujia Village was, let alone that it was so close, and said in surprise when he heard it.

Mu Hanyan glanced at Ye Yi'an suspiciously, Mujia Village was more than a thousand miles away from the Fengcheng Temple, but it was only more than six hundred miles away from the Huayu Temple, but he chose the Fengcheng Temple, isn't this reluctant to seek the near and far?

Thinking of the previous time when Sikong Qinglan took the initiative to invite them to the Flower Rain Temple to participate in the assessment, Ye Yi'an's hesitation, Mu Hanyan secretly guessed that there was some hidden crisis in the Flower Rain Temple, which was likely to be unfavorable to him, so he was reluctant to seek the near and far.

But now that she has made up her mind, her words have been spoken, and Ye Yi'an has no objections, it is difficult for her to change her words.

"Wait a minute, my carriage is still in the back. Sikong Qinglan said and ran quickly towards the back of the temple.

Mu Hanyan wanted to ask about the Flower Rain Temple, but seeing that there were many people around, he temporarily dispelled this idea.

Not long after, Sikong Qinglan drove a carriage to meet a few people. Seeing Sikong Qinglan's carriage, Mu Hanyan was slightly stunned.

What kind of carriage is this, it is clearly an ox cart, the old ox pulling the cart has muddy eyes, skinny skinny, it is estimated that the age is much older than Sikong Qinglan, the carriage itself is strong and sturdy, but the carriage frame is extremely old, and it is full of traces of wind and frost from top to bottom.

At this time, Sikong Qinglan no longer had the elegant dust of the prayer priest, wearing a coarse cloth robe with a lot of patches, how to look like those farmers in Mujia Village, and even less glamorous as Mutu.

"I was afraid that I would break the robe on the way, so I changed my clothes. Noticing Mu Hanyan's slightly stunned gaze, Sikong Qinglan was a little embarrassed, and her face turned red again.

"Oh, let's go. Mu Hanyan didn't care too much.

Thrift is a virtue, and as a priest, it is normal to be simple.

Originally, Mu Hanyan wanted to stay in Tianfeng City for one night before leaving, but he accidentally offended several of the most prominent priests in the Fengcheng Temple, which made the temple restless, and finally rejected the kindness of the chief priest.

"Why don't you eat first and then leave?" Ling Baobao looked at Mu Hanyan with pleading eyes.

Traveling thousands of miles and tasting all kinds of delicacies is the lifelong pursuit of Ling Dagongzi, a foodie.

"Okay, okay, let's eat and then leave. Mu Tu also echoed with a twinkle in his eyes.

"Okay. Mu Han nodded and said.

Grand Prince Ling also has this hobby, she doesn't want to disappoint him, and besides, she is also a little hungry after sleeping in the open and eating dry food for a few days along the way.

Sikong Qinglan seemed to want to say something, but in the end he didn't say it.

The prosperity of Tianfeng City is no less than that of the county town of the Holy Court Continent, and when he came, Mu Hanyan saw a lot of restaurants. Anyway, she is not familiar with life, she is not a foodie, there is nothing to be picky, just find an eye-catching restaurant.

"This restaurant, I'm afraid it's not cheap. When he entered the door, he saw the magnificent hall, and Mu Tu said with some confidence.

"What are you afraid of, what I have is money. Ling Baobao said with a proud face, and took out a few ingots of silver and threw them around in his hand. Judging from his bulging package, he should still have a lot on him.

"Where did you get the money?" Mu Hanyan looked at Ling Baobao in surprise.

This guy often relied on her to bet with people on the Holy Court Continent and picked up a lot of money, but like her, most of them were silver tickets, and he didn't know where to get so many silver taels.

"It's all from the people in the village. Ling Baobao said confidently.

"You, you've swindled so much money out of us. Mu Tu said through gritted teeth.

"How can this be called deception, obviously they took the initiative to send me. Ling Baobao said disapprerovingly.

"Hmph!" Mu Tu glared at Ling Baobao, too lazy to pay attention to him anymore.

Mu Hanyan shook his head secretly, no wonder the people of the Mu clan hated Ling Baobao so much, and they probably wanted to kill him if they wanted to change themselves.

I found a table by the window, ordered some dishes, and didn't wait long for the dishes to be served.

Although there is not much difference between the folk customs of the Divine Continent and the Holy Court Continent, the laws are different, the production is also a little different, and the dishes made are naturally quite different, but as the so-called people take food as the sky, this table of dishes is still full of color, flavor and flavor.

In addition to various dishes, Ling Baobao also ordered a few pots of good wine. Don't look at Mu Tu still vomiting with Ling Baobao, but as soon as the food came up, he couldn't care about getting angry, and he ate with Ling Baobao's big foodie and ate with his mouth full of oil, while drinking fine wine, and his mouth was full of praise.

"Brother Xiaobao, eat, eat, such a good dish can only be made in Tianfeng City, and there will be no such blessing when I go back to Mujia Village. Mu Tu said as he munched on the meat.

"Brother Mu also eats, today I have a treat, no one should be polite to me, open up to eat. Ling Baobao patted Mu Tu's shoulder and said while eating and drinking like a storm.

"Brother Xiaobao is refreshing, let's drink. Mu Tu also put his arm on Ling Baobao's shoulder, picked up the wine glass and drank it all.

Mu Hanyan and Ye Yi'an glanced at each other, they were all black lines at one end, and they were still angry just now, they were called brothers and sisters so quickly, the world of foodies, I can't understand it.

"Sikong-sama, you're welcome, eat. Seeing that Sikong Qinglan's throat rolled from time to time, but he only moved his chopsticks occasionally, looking very restrained, Mu Hanyan persuaded.

"Uh-huh, I'm full. Sikong Qinglan said.

"Full?" Mu Hanyan looked at Sikong Qinglan suspiciously, remembering that he didn't seem to have moved his chopsticks a few times.

"I eat small. Sikong Qinglan began to be shy again.

Hearing him say this, Mu Hanyan stopped persuading. As soon as he twisted over, Mu Hanyan was dumbfounded.

Just by saying a few words to Sikong Qinglan, half of the dishes on the table were missing.

Miss Mu didn't dare to be distracted anymore, so she quickly picked up the chopsticks and ate them. Although he is not a foodie like Ling Baobao, he can't go back hungry.

Next to him, Ye Yi'an didn't slack off, and had already opened his stomach and ate wildly.

Mu Hanyan glanced at him sympathetically, it has been a thousand years since he came to the Continent of Gods, and this old man probably hasn't eaten anything decent, so he has long been hungry.

Under the storm of several people, especially Ling Baobao and Mu Tu, it didn't take long for the food on the table to be swept away.