The building outside the building was overcrowded.

The number of people who came to join in the fun was innumerable, shoulder to shoulder, crowded, and it was difficult for even a fly to get in.

Gu Changan could only push and shove all the way in the unusually congested crowd, moving forward at a fast pace, but he quickly caused a blank of eye.

"What are you squeezing, dare to intervene in the old lady's team? You don't have long eyes, do you? ”

"The shaft is rude! Don't you know how to respect the old and make the virtuous? It's really a bad day. ”

"Dare to squeeze your uncle, you kid owes a beating, right? Come on, see if my fist is big enough? ”

As soon as the woman with a missing front tooth opened her mouth, it was the roar of the lion in Hedong.

The old man with a garlic nose and sparse hair in his brain and melon seeds used a cane to focus on the ground.

The big man with a big waist and a round waist pinched a fist the size of a sandbag and gestured at Gu Changan.

I'm such an elegant and easy-going person, why aren't you willing to give in...... Gu Changan said silently, and then glanced at Chen Xuanzong behind him.

Chen Xuanzong didn't say anything, just took two steps and walked in front of Gu Chang'an, his face was as cold as frost, and his right hand slightly raised the middle finger of the food, exuding an aura belonging to the Seven Realms Sword Cultivation.

In an instant, all the people who were watching Gu Changan with bad intentions changed color in shock.

Although Chen Xuanzong released not much of the breath, and he couldn't see or touch it, everyone present clearly experienced a terrifying palpitation.

Their hearts were pounding, their pulses were racing, and their blood pressure was soaring.

Everyone's pupils were dilated slightly, and their faces twitched and their knees trembled to stared at the black-robed man in front of them.

This feeling is terrifying, as if they both feel like they are being choked by the throat, a little ant who allows the other party to take care of life and death.

At this moment, they had no doubt that as long as the black-robed man shouted "Kneel", they would immediately pounce on their knees and bow down.

It's just that the black-robed man didn't do this, and his cultivation was better than he imagined.

"Retreat."

Just a word slowly squeezed out of the gap between his mouth, without joy or anger, without any emotional color.

But all the people present were pardoned, and they retreated like a tide, and seeing this master and servant was like seeing a ghost.

Gu Changan swaggered through a natural passage sandwiched between the two human walls.

If the teacher in the former family fiefdom saw this scene, he was not allowed to point at his nose and scold him and teach a few words of "self-denial and revenge for benevolence" and "how can you be virtuous if you don't keep small courtesies".

However, the memories of Gu Changan's previous life were not washed away by the bowl of Meng Po soup, although he was a young man at that time, his heart was already a real old man.

Although the teaching master lived a long time, he was also known as Jiangnan ink with a total of one stone, and he had eight buckets alone.

It's just that in the eyes of Gu Changan, who was reborn in the first life, it was naturally a teaching trick, and in a battle of words and swords, he only used a set of four sentences of Hengqu "Establish a heart for heaven and earth, establish a life for the people, continue to learn for the saints, and open peace for all generations" to completely suppress this teaching master.

The teacher couldn't wait to find a mouse hole on the spot to drill down, and then he packed up his net worth overnight, and sneaked over the wall like a gentleman on the beam who was a thief, and since then the world has evaporated, and there has been no news.

Later, Gu Changan accidentally obtained Chen Xuanzong's walking humanoid divine sword, so he couldn't walk sideways in the Jiangnan realm?

In fact, after coming to Tiandu City, he has already restrained a lot.

It's rare to come to this outer building today, and it doesn't hurt to walk sideways.

I came to the crowded lobby.

An open space was vacated in the center of the lobby and a large wine table was set up.

The wine table is surrounded by various oil dishes and dipping sauces, and in the middle is a steaming earth-red ceramic hot pot - the "red mud" in Shijie's "Green Ant New Brew Wine, Red Clay Small Stove" refers to this kind of hot pot.

Behind the wine table sat a Confucian maniac.

This person was wearing a dirty and shabby green shirt, and a pair of collars were not well pulled, exposing half of his chest.

He was disheveled, his mouth was full of stubble, his face was full of vicissitudes, his face was greasy, his eyes seemed to be drunk, and there was a leisurely smile on the corner of his mouth.

Behind him hangs a blank scroll about one zhang long, spontaneously spreading, hanging in the air, the spiritual light is faint, the wonderful rhyme flows, it is actually a Confucian treasure.

And in his right hand there is also a Confucian treasure. It was a brush, with an amber barrel and white hairs as white as snow, echoing the blank scroll behind him, giving people a sense of elegance.

The Confucian madman poured himself a glass of wine in his left hand, lowered his head, brushed his sideburns, and drank to himself, but his right hand was in the air - the brush spontaneously flew to the blank scroll behind him, and although it was not dipped in ink, there was a stream of ink condensed by a gas machine that left rows of dashing calligraphy on it.

The Confucian madman didn't look back, and read aloud while writing:

"Songjiang's four-cheek perch is seven dollars of silver.

"The yellow croaker in the East China Sea is eight dollars of silver.

"The bamboo chicken in Shuzhou Zhuhai is two taels of silver.

"The black bear paw of Nanshan is a pair of five taels of silver.

"Swim in the water, run on the ground, fly in the sky, you can eat whatever you want, you can have whatever you want.

"Three hundred and sixty-five days a year, only open for one day, only open for one hour a day, hard to find, hard to find!"

After this Confucian madman finished writing a few recipes, there was a lot of discussion around him.

"He's so expensive!"

"But no, the price of this dish is almost in time for the royal banquet, right?"

"Especially the pair of bear paws that belong to Nanshan can cost five taels of silver, and my income this year is not so much!"

There are quite a few people who are skeptical. Most of the people who come here to watch are just having a good time, which is similar to watching street juggling.

But someone should have paid to taste it before, and word of mouth seems to have spread among the crowd, so most of the people who question it are questioning the price, and few directly question the quality of the ingredients.

At this time, a merchant dressed in brocade and bulging money bags came out of the crowd and was eager to try:

"Alas, painter, bring me a four-cheek perch from Songjiang, a bamboo chicken from Zhuhai in Shuzhou, and a pair of black bear paws from Nanshan!"

The Confucian madman pointed to a piggy bank on the side of the table, and said with a slightly drunken smile: "A total of five taels and nine coins of silver." ”

The brocade-clad merchant took out a silver ingot and a few grains of broken silver and threw them into the piggy bank.

The Confucian madman didn't check whether the other party's silver was short of catties or taels, he laughed twice, then brushed aside the messy sideburns on his forehead with his left hand, and pushed back with his right hand, and all the qi and ink rhymes on the blank scroll were scattered, and a blank space was restored.

Then he flew the pen again, and quickly wrote and drew to the one-foot-long scroll.

At the same time, the Confucian madman shook his head and muttered in a dashing and frenzied manner:

"Spring and Autumn pen, mountains and rivers roll, the sky is high and the sea is wide for me to swim, a pot of immortal brewing drunk Shenzhou!"