After telling the little red horse's idea to Kong Ming and Wang Xuanji, both of them verified it in their own ways.

Without exception, the result they got was that the road they were now taking was an almost straight one, and there was no going around in circles.

"Little Red Horse, are you hungry, so you feel wrong?" "Amitabha! When you arrive in the next town, the poor monk will pay out of his own pocket and invite you to a good meal. ”

After getting along for so long, Kong Ming and Wang Xuanji both know the extraordinaryness of the little red horse.

Coupled with the human behavior of the little red horse, they have long since not regarded it as just a mount.

Therefore, at this time, they will even take care of the face of the little red horse, and don't want it to be unable to get off the stage.

The little red horse pouted, and shouted twice in a lack of interest: "Bang, boom!" ...... [Maybe I'm feeling wrong......]

Li Qingshan stroked the red hair on his forehead and said with a smile: "Keep going." ”

"Yes, yes, yes! Hurry up and get back the lost time. Wang Xuanji stretched out his hand, stood on the flying sword and looked back: "Little Red Horse, let's compare the speed." ”

The golden light between the legs of the void was magnificent, and he smiled: "Compare the speed, move the muscles and bones." ”

In the past, the little red horse would have rushed out of the smoke a long time ago, but now it obviously has no interest in speed.

Seeing this, Li Qingshan chuckled and said, "I believe you, although I didn't see it, I also felt that this path was not quite right." ”

As soon as these words came out, the little red horse immediately raised his head, and his huge eyes showed a little light: "Huh! "...... [Really! "Really. Saying that, Li Qingshan pulled the reins: "Chong, let these two pseudo-four pins see your speed." ”

"Xiao!"

The little red horse roared in the sky, jumped up, and galloped forward.

"Bald donkey! I think you're the slowest! ”

With a whoosh, Wang Xuanji rushed forward with his sword and chased after the back of the little red horse.

Seeing this, Kong Ming didn't pull out his legs to chase after him, he folded his hands and smiled slightly: "Amitabha! This is the red dust that the poor monk can't let go......"

……

The pale golden sunlight shone on the surface of the river, and a fat carp jumped up, stirring the lake full of broken gold.

The air in Salt Town is filled with a faint "salt fragrance".

What does it taste like to say "salt"?

The aroma of all kinds of salted meat is mixed together.

The reason why Yanzhen takes a single word for salt is not because of its specialty...... The words salt and pickled are inseparably linked.

Salt can be separated from salting, but salting must be inseparable from salt.

The people of this salt town eat pickled products, and the first place was actually called "pickled town", but this is called, everyone always feels that the word "pickled" sounds too awkward, and always feels that the men in it have been removed from the "yang".

As a result, the pickle town gradually evolved into a salt town.

Here, pickled products are dried in front of every house.

Aromatic sausage... Salty and fragrant marinated meat... Oily salted duck eggs......

All kinds of pickled products have to be moved by the index fingers of three people and one horse.

"Amitabha!"

"The poor monk is treated, please have a good meal."

As soon as the Empty Shadow Flower Yin fell, Wang Xuanji rubbed his hands and said: "It is rare to make you bleed for a thousand years, if I don't eat you today, I don't believe in the king." ”

Hearing this, Kong Ming raised his eyebrows: "Didn't you have the surname Kong in the first place?" ”

"I don't talk to you, wait for you to pay the bill, don't cry."

After a long time, most of the taunts of the empty underworld were immune to Wang Xuanji, and this could be done lightly......

Soon.

The crowd walked into a restaurant.

After saying a few words to the shopkeeper, he let the little red horse follow him into the hall of the restaurant.

"Little Er, give me all the good wine and food!" Kongming knew that he couldn't escape paying the bill today, so he immediately let it go.

The shopkeeper looked at the big monk who was about to eat meat and drink wine when he opened his mouth, and he didn't dare to stay with them for long.

The speed of serving food in this restaurant is very fast, and it doesn't take long for a table of eight immortals to be full.

A variety of pickled vegetables are served as dishes prepared in various cooking methods.

Li Qingshan poured himself a glass of Jiangnan wine, took a sip, and returned to the sweet and mellow aroma in his mouth.

A pot of wine in the rivers and lakes, the wine in the south of the Yangtze River, good!

Without restraint, everyone moved their chopsticks to eat the food in front of them.

The four words "wind and clouds" describe the speed of their meals very well.

In less than a cup of tea, the three of them completed a round of disc action.

Wang Xuanji glanced at Kong Ming meaningfully, and was about to reach out to call for food.

I saw that the empty soul threw the cloth bag containing a thousand taels of silver on his side to the ground.

Several large silver ingots rolled out of the untied mouth of the cloth bag.

"Little two! Serving! ”

Kong Ming shouted, picked up the wine jar and drank tons and tons.

Xiao Er over there originally saw that they were eating so fast, and thought that he had met a "starving ghost".

The heart was beating the drum vigorously, for fear that they would not have the money to pay the bill after eating.

But when he saw the sack of silver fall to the ground, the drum in his heart also stopped.

The hanging heart also fell.

"Wait a minute, the little one will rush immediately!"

Wang Xuanji looked at the sky and was generous, and he didn't say anything, and when the food was gone, he held the wine jar and drank.

He has one goal, let this guy have "big blood"!

For a while, Li Qingshan's table became the focus of the restaurant.

Many diners have a variety of opinions about where they came from.

"Look at that great monk, he eats like a hungry ghost who has been hungry for 800 years, and with his way of eating, it really doesn't look like he can have so much money."

"Be quiet! You see that Taoist priest is carrying a sword, and at first glance he is not a good stubble, beware of people slaughtering you! ”

"Hey! We're far away, and if they can hear it, they'll have ghosts. ”

Empty Ming was placed in the wine jar and burped: "Amitabha! Those who chew the root of their tongues are quiet, and those who don't know think you want to stir up trouble. ”

Swish!

That's all heard!

At those moments, when they heard this threatening voice, they all turned around and shut up, not daring to talk nonsense about Li Qingshan and them.

"Daddy!"

A childish voice sounded! The faces of the three people who were eating happily changed after hearing this familiar voice.

This is the voice of Little Dream!

Previously, they had just put Xiaomeng on the "deception" candidate list on the road, but at this time, this kid appeared!

Isn't it too much of a coincidence?

In the next second, Xiao Meng, who was wearing pigtails and a red fringed skirt, ran in front of Li Qingshan, opened his two small hands, his cheeks were flushed with shallow dimples, and said with a smile: "Daddy!" To hug! ”