Half a month is enough for Qingyang City to enter the bustling scene of busy traffic and business in the past after restoring calm.

Lin Zhongyuan left, with a lot of doubts and unwillingness.

The matter of the Windless Cliff has no result, and it is estimated that he will be reprimanded by the master and his old man when he goes back.

In order to stabilize people's hearts, the city lord of Qingyang City, under the instructions of His Majesty the current Beiyang Dynasty, posted notices everywhere, saying that the turmoil in Qingyang City this time has ended, and everyone can live with peace of mind.

Those who believe should do what they should do.

For those who don't believe it, in the next ten days, Qingyang City no longer has the slightest trace of the terrifying scene of the original turmoil, and slowly let go of their doubts.

The matter of the Windless Cliff spread all over the world, and all kinds of rumors were accompanied by the interpretation of countless people, causing huge repercussions in major dynasties and sects.

The shadow of terror was accompanied by the three words of Shang Hongye, and the virus spread like a virus.

Li Xian's life is very simple, except for the strict prohibition of the Qinglou Crazy Kiln, eating, drinking and having fun, there is always the uninterrupted silver support of his father Li Mingshan.

Today's weather is very good, I was tired of staying at Li's house, so I walked around Qingyang City and went to the only noodle restaurant that met his appetite in the past.

The shopkeeper is a middle-aged uncle in his forties, dressed in ordinary clothes, with a towel hanging on his shoulder, ushering in the smile of Maitreya Buddha, who is all happy.

When Li Xian and the little servant Sun Youcai came in, he would raise his voice a few degrees: "Young Master Xian, please on the second floor, the seat is empty, the old rule, two bowls of beef noodles." ”

At this time, Liu Chong, the shopkeeper's son who is the same age as Li Xian, will take the lead in leading the way and take the two of them up to the second floor.

Lee Hyun likes the window position, which has a great view of the whole street.

Liu Chong was busy serving tea and pouring water, finished his own business, stood next to him, and occasionally had a few words with this young master who had a bad reputation in Qingyang City.

The steaming two bowls of beef noodles were personally served by Uncle Liu, the shopkeeper, in front of the two of them, and wiped the sweat on their heads with a towel.

"Uncle Liu, the turmoil some time ago has had a big impact on your business, right?" took the chopsticks and mixed the noodles in the bowl, Li Xianhe asked his parents for a short word every time he came.

"It's okay, everyone is the same, the loss is not small. Fortunately, they all survived, and life is still passable. Liu Changgeng wiped his hands with the scarf on his waist, perhaps because he had been busy in the kitchen just now, his face was steaming and red.

He also heard a little about the Li family, and it was rumored that Li Xian, the little young master, was missing and came back safely, and he didn't know if it was true or not.

It's all a bunch of tongue-chewing people, wishing that people who are better off than them will be unlucky.

Under the inquiry of the shopkeeper, Li Xian also said about the Li family: "Fortunately, it's all good, it's okay, it's okay to walk around these days, and it's suffocating people." ”

"The peony festival in Qingyang City is coming, and it will be lively at that time, just go over and have fun. ”

"Sun Youcai has said it several times, shouting every day to see the excitement, my ears are calloused, as if I am a subordinate. Li Xian nodded and continued to eat the noodles, the taste was the same as the previous one, which suited his appetite very well.

The concept that the subordinate and the master's identity are different has already penetrated into Song Youcai's bone marrow; even if this young master is good at talking on weekdays and does not treat him as a subordinate, Sun Youcai always remembers his identity and does not dare to take a step beyond Lei Chi.

As soon as he swallowed the noodles in his mouth, he ate them in one bite, and hurriedly said, "Young master, I won't say anything in the future, I really won't say it." ”

The shopkeeper's smile gave the embarrassed Sun Youcai a round: "Look at what scares you, Young Master Xian is joking." ”

Even if he knew it was a joke, when Sun Youcai continued to eat noodles, he no longer had the taste just now, so he had to remain silent and not speak.

This master and servant looked very happy, and the shopkeeper used to be happy to tease this Sun Youcai, who was not like a subordinate, but was indeed a subordinate.

It is said that this virtuous young master has a bad reputation, and the shopkeeper does not think so.

How bad can a child who can sit at the same table and eat with the rest of the family be, what else does a polite and polite boy want to ask for? Can a young man who has never done anything unreasonable be a bad person? Can a child who meets a beggar on the road and the others kick him away, and he rewards a child with a few tens of dollars, can he talk about stubbornness?

Nonsense.

Seeing that other people's good gods are damned, chewing the root of his tongue all day long, as if he is happy in his heart.

After eating a bowl of noodles as usual, Sun Youcai didn't dare to sit there because of Li Xian's joke just now, and stood next to him and ran around to greet him.

The shopkeeper was busy, there were many guests, and his son also ran up and down, shouting and greeting guests.

Li Xian stayed until there was no one on the street, and then he was ready to go home.

The shopkeeper personally sent him out of the door, watching a master and a servant leave.

"Dad, it's good that Sun Youcai has a good life. Son Liu Chong looked envious.

Glancing at this son, the shopkeeper said with a smile: "Who is the life, be diligent and fast, when your father can't do it, this store will be handed over to you." ”

"Dad, I know. ”

The streets were full of people, and Liu Chong, who had no regrets, walked in.

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Outside Qingyang City, a branch and leaf are overwhelming, scattering a shady ginkgo tree, and people passing by will stop and occasionally enjoy the shade under the tree.

The older generation said that the tree was hundreds or thousands of years old.

In this radius of hundreds of miles, there is no old man who is older than this tree.

A few hundred meters away from the Xinxiang Garden, is the place where the peony event is held, once every five years, countless people from all walks of life who visit the mountains and rivers, enjoy the wind and the moon, will come here on that day to be elegant, take a look at the lively.

Tang Que stood under the tree for a while.

One person and one sword, with cold eyes.

So that no one who passed by nearby dared to go over and sit next to him.

A maroon red steed eating countless green grasses on the grass not far away.

The sound of horses' hooves, a man and a horse galloped from the official road over there.

The person who came flew off the horse and stood in front of Tang Que: "Young master, it's all ready, it's time to hit the road." ”

"Has the golden eagle been released?"

"It's been released, and you really won't see Li Xian again?"

"There's no need. Tang Que turned around decisively, and the horse that was grazing came from there very obediently, and when it got closer, Tang Que turned over and got on the horse. "Neither the Beiyang Dynasty nor the people of the sect have found any clues, we have waited for so many days, everything is calm, and we can leave temporarily. Li Xian has Ming Yuan by his side, and ordinary people can't help him, so there's nothing to worry about. ”

The man nodded in agreement and followed, and the two of them quickly disappeared at the end of the official road.

Above the sky, a big black bird swept high in the sky, accidentally glanced back at the two people who were speeding away, quickly turned around, and flew in the direction of Qingyang City.