In the world that Ye Qingxuan traveled to, there was naturally no such thing as a watch, so the tools he could use to judge the time were the sun in the sky, and the other was the feeling of his body.

The Xiangyang City in front of me belongs to the Great Jin Dynasty, not only the name is very characteristic of ancient China, but even the architectural style is almost the same, at least Ye Qingxuan, a non-professional who is used to watching all kinds of costume dramas, can't tell it.

Even though he was a little hungry at this time, Ye Qingxuan was still a light and unhurried appearance, and in stark contrast was the sparse flow of people on the official road.

Among these people, whether they are flat-headed people, hunters, woodcutters, or businessmen and high-rollers, after they saw Xiangyang City not far away, they all took two steps or hurried their horses, which also highlighted Ye Qingxuan's difference.

So the pedestrians on the road involuntarily cast curious glances at him, and of course it stopped there.

In just a quarter of an hour, if you use the timekeeping method of this world, it is just a cup of tea, and Ye Qingxuan came to Xiangyang City.

"It seems that this Xiangyang City is a battleground for soldiers like the famous city in the history of the world!" It is no wonder that Ye Qingxuan sighed from this, just looking at this towering and thick city wall, you can know that this big city is not just for good looks.

As usual, there were soldiers who came and went to the city to maintain law and order, and at the same time, generals with armor and armor were carefully checking the merchants.

Obviously, if it's not for oil and water, it's for contraband.

Ye Qingxuan was alone, he simply carried a chain, and he had no long things in addition, so the soldiers who checked naturally let Ye Qingxuan enter the city easily.

Touched a few copper plates in his arms, this is still the legacy of the old Taoist priest at the beginning, through the memory of "Qingxuan" can be known that the old Taoist priest adheres to the Taoist principle of "no work and no food", and will not follow the monk's general prayer for almsgiving, but through his own efforts to earn a little silver money, in order to maintain the daily expenses in the Taoist temple.

Thinking of this, Ye Qingxuan couldn't help sighing, since he can enter this Xuanmen, he needs to abide by the rules of the Xuanmen, and it is obviously not feasible to want to go to the door of the monk generally, "It seems that there is only one other idea, and it really can't be done, so I will follow my cheap master and become a fortune teller." ”

The young people born in the 90s generally do not wronged themselves materially, and Ye Qingxuan is the same, even if he only has a few copper plates in his arms at this time, he wants to fill his stomach first.

So Ye Qingxuan's first destination became a restaurant in the city, but after a while, Ye Qingxuan came to a restaurant called Zuixianlou.

"Drunken Immortal Building, could it be that Qiu Chuji and the Seven Monsters of Jiangnan will fight inside?" Ye Qingxuan shook his head, secretly complaining about the name of the restaurant in his heart.

Naturally, there will not be a Taoist priest and seven strange-looking high-rollers in the restaurant, at this time the drunken immortal building is very lively, and in the hall on the first floor, the sound of pushing the cup and changing the lamp and shouting five and drinking six is endless.

In addition, in the center of the hall, an old man in his seventies and eighties and a young man were talking and commenting on the story in harmony.

Of course, this is called telling a story, but in Ye Qingxuan's opinion, this form is not much different from storytelling.

Although the old and young speakers were full of energy, few diners paid attention to them, which showed that the content of the old and young people was not attractive enough.

They tell the story of the rangers in the Great Jin Dynasty, and such stories will be told over and over again by storytellers in various restaurants, so it is no wonder that these diners are not interested.

However, these diners are not interested, it does not mean that Ye Qingxuan is not interested, this story told by the old and the young is actually very exciting, so Ye Qingxuan found a seat nearby, asked for two steamed buns, a small dish and a pot of coarse tea, and listened while eating after sitting down.

"I saw that the devil hit with a palm, and it was printed on the bald head of the Shaolin sect Kongjian monk, and in an instant, the red and white thing burst out of the devil's body and face, and then the devil didn't stop, turned around and kicked the waist of the injured Ji Fairy, that Ji Fairy was seriously injured, how could he withstand such a blow, and when he spurted blood, he flew out upside down, and he didn't know whether he was alive or dead!"

The old and the young didn't know which era the story was telling, as if it was the content of a battle between the good and the devil, Ye Qingxuan couldn't help but fall into a daze when he heard it.

"Little brother, you haven't heard this old-fashioned story, have you?" Just as Ye Qingxuan was listening attentively, a neutral voice came from opposite him.

Following the voice, I saw a sloppy and dirty beggar sitting opposite him.

But to say that he is a beggar, that is not entirely correct, although the clothes he wears are full of dirt, but the texture is surprisingly good, even Ye Qingxuan, a little Taoist priest who has never seen anything in the world, can see that the texture of this dress must be very valuable.

This beggar-like character didn't care about Ye Qingxuan's weird eyes, he just reached out and picked up Ye Qingxuan's coarse tea, took a sip, and then continued, "Listen, this old man is about to talk about it, the devil is going to kill Fairy Ji, and then someone will save the beauty!"

"Spoilers are cool for a while, is the family crematorium okay?" Finding that he was spoiled, Ye Qingxuan blurted out the famous sayings of his time without thinking about it.

Then Ye Qingxuan, who realized that he had lost his words, ignored this strange beggar and continued to listen to the old man's story.

Sure enough, the old man continued, "Just after that demon killed several top masters, he finally looked at Fairy Ji who didn't know life and death!"

The devil laughed fiercely, picked up a broken long knife casually, and walked towards Fairy Ji, who didn't know life or death, just as he was about to raise the knife to kill Fairy Ji, a burst of shouts suddenly exploded!

"Devil, eat Qiao's palm!" Speaking of this, the old storyteller suddenly put away the folding fan in his hand, then stood up, made a square gesture to the diners, and then said, "Rank, if you want to know what will happen next, and listen to the next breakdown!"

"And your grandmother has a leg!" the old storyteller's voice did not fall, and he shouted only when he heard a rough voice, "That bad old man, you and your unlucky turtle grandson, in this restaurant, wow, what kind of things about Chen sesame and rotten grains, affect Uncle and my drinking Yaxing!"

The old storyteller couldn't help but turn pale when he heard the evil man's scolding, and the thin young man was even more frightened and his legs and stomach trembled.

The originally noisy and noisy restaurant suddenly became quiet because of the scolding of this evil customer.

I saw that the wicked man pushed away the chair, stood up, wiped a handful on his face and sobered up, and then seemed to be unbearably hot, casually pulled the clothes on his body, revealing a body of tendon flesh and walked towards the old man and the two, looking at this posture, it was obvious that he wanted to use the wine to go crazy, and take the two ancestors and grandchildren out of anger!