On the third day of September, autumn is thick, and the maple leaves are turning red.

Song Xing, who had disappeared for three months, had already arrived in the capital when he reappeared.

Dressed in a dark color narrow-sleeved suit, with some scattered short black hair, his facial features are like carvings, faintly revealing the color of jade, and a pair of overly cold eyes make him look like he is not close.

The immortal sword on his back was wrapped in cloth, revealing only the hilt of the sword.

He came here to find someone.

But the person he was looking for didn't know his appearance or address, so he was nowhere to be found.

Fortunately, he was not in a hurry, and when he saw a shop selling breakfast in the cold wind, he simply walked in and ordered a table full of food.

Ginger shredded pork forks, scorched rings, bean juice, roasted in the pan, fried liver, door nail meatloaf, the shop that looks small, the variety of food is rich, and the diners come and go in an endless stream.

Song Xing put the immortal sword on the corner of the table, picked up the chopsticks and ate it, it tasted unexpectedly good.

Maybe Song Xing's temperament is too cold, or maybe he eats a little amazingly, and no one comes to share the table at the big dinner table.

A table full of food was quickly wiped out by Song Xing, who handed him a grain of broken silver under the boss's somewhat dull gaze and ordered another table.

Song Xing, who has successfully exchanged blood, needs to consume an amazing amount of energy in his body every day, and it is definitely not an exaggeration to say that he eats a cow every day.

After the blood exchange, the Dan Jin runs through the whole body, and the power of Yuan Qi will be born in the body, which will be integrated into the 'Golden Pill'.

Yuan Qi is a kind of energy mentioned in Taoist texts.

The aura is hidden in the twin, and the innate element is turned into the yin mercury of separation, and the innate element is turned into the yang lead of Kan, which is called the Yuan Qi.

Qi is the innate vitality, and the acquired qi is separated, and the innate Qi is the source of life.

In Taoist classics, it is often said that "qi gathers and is born, and qi disperses and dies", which is this innate Yuan Qi.

The "Qi" in Taoist culture is a kind of metaphysical energy, which is the innate Qi that exists in the universe, which is large and has no outside, small and no inside, no beginning and no end, no color and no taste, but it is the original driving force of the circulation of all things, and it is the origin of the Tao.

But in the martial arts, one who has reached the realm of blood exchange can indeed touch the essence of Qi, that is, the power of the innate origin.

When everyone is still a fetus, there is a faint trace of innate Yuan Qi in the body, and this trace of power will disappear between heaven and earth as the fetus lands, and the innate Yuan Qi will turn into acquired qi.

After the martial artist Nirvana is exchanged for blood, he can convert the acquired qi in his body into innate Qi by carrying Dan Jin, store it in the 'Golden Pill', and integrate it into the blood, which can burst out with greater power during battle.

The acquired qi is transformed from the subtle material energy of the water valley, which can be absorbed from the diet and strengthened by cultivating martial arts.

Therefore, the martial artist who carries the blood mirror, even if he eats a cow every day, the strong digestion ability of the five internal organs is enough to absorb these energies.

When the second table of food came up, Song Xing ate a lot, and at the same time, Dan Jin was running, and the five internal organs were rubbing, quickly converting the food he had eaten before into energy.

The fried golden color of the forks, similar to the human ear honey twist flowers, sprinkled with golden sugar juice, fragrant, pick up one and put it in the mouth, the texture is crispy, sweet and delicious.

The line is like a blanket, the fire of leek pork filling, the skin is thin and the filling is large, it is eaten freshly, and then poured some balsamic vinegar, and the bite is charred on the outside and tender on the inside, and the mouth is full of fragrance.

Smelling the fragrance of fire in his nose, the greeting of the boss in his ears, the clanging of pots and pans in the back kitchen, Song Xing's cold eyes finally regained a trace of warmth, and tasted this dull time with his heart.

There is a sound of bean curd selling outside the door, and on the streets of the capital in the morning, there will always be people walking the streets and alleys, carrying home-made tofu brains, and bean curd is sold along the street.

Xu was tired of drinking bean juice, and some diners in the restaurant called the old man outside the door and bought a few bowls of steaming salty tofu brain.

When the old man passed by Song Xing, Song Xing also stopped him, handed over copper coins, and bought a big bowl of tofu brain.

The tofu brain is quite authentic, and the white tofu in the big bowl is sprinkled with meat filling, celery, mustard, daylily, fungus, sesame sauce, chili oil, coriander, soy sauce, vinegar, garlic, and chopped green onions.

Song Xing's brows furrowed slightly, the chopsticks in his right hand moved slightly, the shadow of the chopsticks flashed, and the coriander in the bowl was picked out and thrown on the table.

With his left hand, he picked up the sea bowl and drank the tofu brain in his hand in a few sips while it was warm.

The old man's hands trembled a little, and he trembled and touched a few copper coins on the table, but just when Kankan touched the table, he was pressed by a pair of chopsticks.

Raising his somewhat cloudy eyes, the hand holding the chopsticks came from Song Xing.

"Tofu brain tastes good."

Song Xing put down the sea bowl, looked at the old man who seemed to be a little frightened, and his body was a little rickety, and said with a smile.

"It's good if the guests like it." The old man looked at Song Xing dressed as a Jianghu person, and a look of fear flashed in his eyes.

Song Xing looked at the old man and smiled: "Since I entered the city gate, you have followed me for three hours, except for some scattered silver taels on my body, the only valuable thing on me is this sword, do you want to see this sword?" ”

The old man looked at Song Xing with cloudy eyes, speechless, as if he didn't know how to reply.

In the next second, the chopsticks in Song Xing's hand had appeared in front of the old man's throat, and they were about to pierce his throat like lightning.

The old man, who was a little trembling when he was even walking, suddenly screamed, jumped over, and his body flipped three or four times in the air, magically dodging the chopsticks that Song Xing stabbed out of his hand.

With a snatch, the chopsticks swept through the air and plunged straight into a wooden pillar in front of the restaurant.

The bamboo chopsticks pierced directly through the wooden stake and inserted deep into it.

The old man who was still in the air, when he saw this scene, his heart suddenly sudden, and his originally falling body was magically raised again, turned over two more heels, and instantly arrived outside the restaurant.

The moment he landed, his originally rickety body also straightened up, and his eyes flashed violently, where was the previous turbid old state.

raised his eyes to look at Song Xing's position, but his face was stiff, just because Song Xing's faint voice came from behind him: "It's so light, it's not a loss to be the king of stealing kings." ”

Song Xing, who should still be at the table, appeared behind him like a ghost, blocking his way.

"Why can't it be a thief Chu Liuxiang."

Under the old countenance, a young man's voice came out, a little shrill and a little hoarse, a little harsh to the ears.

Song Xing looked at the person who turned around and said, "The thief who is excellent in light skills and proficient in disguise techniques, who else can there be in the rivers and lakes besides you as a star." ”

The old man, that is, Sikong Xingxing, smiled when he heard this, wiped his left hand on his face, instantly changed his young face, looked at Song Xing and said: "Good eyesight, I just looked at your sword strangely, and I want to borrow it for two days." ”

Sikong picks stars, Chu Liuxiang, Li Xiao, Gongsun Miao, and the four thieves who are recognized as the strongest thieves in the rivers and lakes and the best in light skills.

The four of them have the same skills of stealing, and they all have different personalities, and each of them has their own habits and styles.

Sikong picked up stars, became famous in the rivers and lakes for four or five years, good at theft, disguise, stealing from him, but it is an art of fun, no matter how valuable the treasure, as long as it enters his eyes, there is nothing that cannot be stolen.

However, he never stole gold and silver and other mundane things, and even needed someone to pay him for it.

And the things he likes are also strange, precious, and rare, depending on his mood.

This time, somehow, Song Xing's immortal sword wrapped in the cloth was targeted by this thief.