A man and a woman, dressed in white, walked side by side into the store.

The shop is not spacious, and the decoration is ordinary, except for a low cabinet at the door, there is a long table less than a foot inside with all kinds of pastries to eat.

The two guests wanted to buy some flavor of pastries, and the small shop had a comprehensive range of pastries with rich flavors, especially dates, osmanthus and bean paste three-flavor soft cakes were the most sought after. All the pastries on the table can be tried, so you may wish to try them before buying. ”

The middle-aged man rubbed his hands and came out of the counter, with a simple smile on his face and a warm greeting.

Shu Jinran walked to the long table and observed more than a dozen kinds of pastries.

Zhuo Yuming just appeared in front of the counter, looked at the middle-aged shopkeeper with burning eyes, and said: "In the next Zhuo Yuming, the people of Fuyao Prefecture, take the liberty to ask the shopkeeper for his name." ”

The man was stunned when he heard this, and then showed his previous smile again.

"I've never heard of Fuyao Prefecture. However, I am a native of Xianyang City, and I have never been out of the city in my life, so it may be that I am narrow-minded and a guest officer. ”

Zhuo Yuming smiled faintly when he heard this, and glanced at Shu Jinran, who was bending over the table with his hands behind his back to smell the aroma of the pastry.

The woman in a plain white dress bowed her head slightly after receiving a glance signal. The woman straightened her waist, her eyes stared, and the corners of her eyes flashed out. A fierce aura suddenly rose, and the fist momentum of the seven-rank martial artist suddenly spread out, and the woman's body did not move, but another cold murderous aura was like a thorn, straight to the man's back.

The middle-aged man who originally had a flattering smile on his face was shrouded in murderous intent, and his face instantly turned pale. The waist of the whole person is slightly heavy, the feet move slightly, and the body turns sideways, directly corresponding to the two people with the side. The man's temperament suddenly underwent earth-shaking changes, and the tense body and the fluctuations of true qi that were raised in an instant directly revealed his identity as an eight-rank martial artist.

Just when the boss of the pastry shop was outgoing and his cultivation was fully revealed, Shu Jinran, who was originally murderous and full of fist intent, instantly retracted all his breath and returned to the state he was in when he entered the door first.

Looking at the two of them laughing and groaning, the middle-aged man's face couldn't help but be a little gloomy and annoyed.

This female martial artist obviously deliberately circulated his fist intent, causing herself to make defensive actions and expose her cultivation. Seeing that her killing intent was sent and received so roundly, it was obvious that she had a tentative mind, and she didn't have the slightest intention of really doing it.

"It's really that the previous predecessors are unwilling to treat each other with sincerity, and the next two will make this decision, and if they are offended, please also ask the seniors Haihan. ”

Zhuo Yuming smiled and hugged his fists to apologize to the annoyed man.

Putting away his fist intent and true qi, the middle-aged man's face was pale, and after waving his hand at Zhuo Yuming, he walked back to the inside of the counter.

"How long have you two been here, and why are you here?"

The man took out a cigarette pouch from the drawer on the counter, took out a fire fold and lit it, crackling and sizzling.

Looking at the posture of the eight-rank martial artist smoking pole in front of him, Zhuo Yuming suddenly remembered the old man Lin who scooped himself up from the river in that unknown valley in Dongshengzhou.

Time flies, like a white horse passing through a gap, the years flow through the fingers like flowing water, and unconsciously, many years have passed. From the beginning to the time of the Five Emperors, he has already obtained the inheritance of the Human Emperor's Dao, and the Five Emperors have already seen the fourth, and only the Demon Lord Bai Zhao has not yet seen the true face of this demon Dao giant who has been sitting in the Ice Plains State all the year round.

I don't know when I will be able to see Lin Laohan again, and I haven't had a chance to repay his kindness.

Shaking his head slightly, dispelling the chaotic thoughts that suddenly surged in his mind, Zhuo Yuming also recounted with the man what the two had experienced after entering this vast world.

Shu Jinran still put all her attention on that table of pastries, after all, most women are more fond of these delicate snacks. Pinch a piece of dark red soft cake and take a bite, and a sweet but not greasy jujube fragrance melts in your mouth. The soft and glutinous pastry noodles also have a good texture and are not sticky. I didn't expect this divine artistic conception martial artist to have such craftsmanship, and the taste is really good. Swallowing the date-flavored pastry, the girl pinched up another soft cake faintly exuding the fragrance of osmanthus flowers.

"My surname is Feng Minglun, you can just call me by name. ”

After carefully looking at the female martial artist for a few times, the middle-aged man pulled out his cigarette stick, spit out a thick puff of white smoke, and spoke.

"I've been here for thirty years, and I've traveled all over the secret realm, but I haven't figured out a way to break the ban. You have found me as the wrong person, my martial arts are trapped in the secret realm, once they can't break it with their strength, when it comes to following the traces, compared to your qi practitioners, the difference is not half a star. ”

"Over the years, I have met a few monks, but no one has a way to escape. However, there is a monk who has returned to the Tibetan realm, who is a person from a top sect in the Central Divine Prefecture, and seems to know something about this place. But when I came to the door, the other party was secretive and refused to say much. ”

After listening to what Feng Lun said, Zhuo Yuming also nodded.

Indeed, pure martial arts' perception and understanding of the Dao rhyme of heaven and earth and qi practitioners naturally cannot be compared. It is also natural that the other party does not know much about this vast world.

The prohibition of this small Confucian world naturally could not be broken by brute force by a martial artist of the eight-rank realm.

As for the monk from the Middle Divine Prefecture he mentioned earlier, he might have some clues.

"Thank you seniors for your doubts, the words of the seniors are not much different from the inferences below. I don't know where the monk I just mentioned is here, so I want to pay a visit. ”

Although he couldn't get the slightest useful information, or maybe the other party cherished himself and didn't want to say it, Zhuo Yuming still gave Feng Lun a fist salute.

Feng Lun also returned the favor.

After swallowing the clouds and spitting out the fog again, Feng Lun said indifferently: "That Guizang monk is practicing on a barren mountain outside Xianyang City a hundred miles to the west. I don't seem to have seen him in the city in recent years, so I guess he may have been in retreat in the cave. He's also one of the people who have been trapped here for the longest time, and you're both Qi practitioners, so maybe he'll have something to say to you. ”

"Thank you seniors for your advice, then I'll leave first. ”

Now that he got a clue, Zhuo Yuming naturally planned to go and meet the extremely old monk for a while.

"Senior Feng, these osmanthus flowers, dates and hawthorn-flavored pastries will all give me a catty each. It tastes really good, I'm going to have to buy some more. ”

Just as Zhuo Yuming was about to turn around and leave, Shu Jinran, who had been silent in the food, suddenly laughed.

The middle-aged man was stunned when he heard this, and then put down the cigarette stick in his hand. Pulling open the cabinet door, he took out three pieces of brown paper and wrapped the three flavors of pastries in them with his hands and feet, then folded them into cubes, wrapped them with rope and handed them to the girl.

"I don't want money, I'll give it to you. ”

Feng Lun had a smile on his face.

This pastry craft is his Feng someone's proud mastery. He is even more proud of his kung fu than his boxing practice.