Plainclothes and green shirts, and finally entered Chang'an.

Li Qingchen grabbed the dusty black hat in one hand, and carried the bag bag that had traveled thousands of miles in the other hand, and after passing through the long and silent cool road, he suddenly saw the bright light source, and he couldn't help but take two steps forward.

At the same time, all kinds of noisy sounds also came one after another, filling Li Qingchen's ears in an instant.

There are vendors carrying burdens and walking all the way through the streets and alleys, selling delicious snacks and shouting tactfully, there are the dashing literati with big sleeves and fluttering sleeves who are talking loudly about all kinds of scriptures and articles, and the boring idlers squatting on the side of the road, without any scruples, joking which girl just passed by has more hips and the scenery on her chest is fuller.

A picture of all kinds of things in the world gathered together, and the colorful picture scroll of right and wrong, elegant and vulgar appreciation, was directly spread out in front of him, so that Li Qingchen, who had just arrived in Chang'an, began to unconsciously ask himself in his heart, is this really Chang'an?

But the next moment, he smiled and nodded, yes, this is that Chang'an City!

Originally, he deliberately estimated the days and walked to Chang'an City not early or late, but now it should be the last few days of the registration deadline for the Daluo Martial Arts Association, and Li Qingchen, a former martial artist in the town, knows this set of rules best.

As the first martial arts meeting held after the new emperor ascended the throne, it will inevitably be an unprecedented martial arts event with extremely generous rewards.

At this moment, Li Qingchen's nose moved slightly, interrupting his thoughts, it turned out that he suddenly smelled a strong aroma of food, which could be regarded as hooking the gluttonous worms in his stomach.

The Chang'an City in his dream was a good place to experience the world's food.

And......

Li Qingchen first handed over the hat to the other hand, carried it with the burden, and then touched his deflated stomach, secretly saying that he was indeed a little hungry, and he had to find something to eat first, but after thinking about it, he suddenly had a headache.

This thousand-mile journey down, basically all rely on the support of the money brought out in Fanyang City before, only not in and out, just entered the city and paid a round of money, temporarily shy in the pocket, and heard that Chang'an is expensive, it is not easy to live, he is even more afraid to go to any inn restaurant to eat and drink, because he is afraid that he will not even have the money to live in the hotel, and he can't live in the temple on the outskirts of the city like those scholars who are taking the entrance examination.

What's more, he hasn't forgotten his purpose, this trip to Chang'an is not for enjoyment, a lot of things, think about it, take a look, have a good time, it's just that.

Just as he was thinking about it and walking forward, Leng Buding suddenly heard a neutral voice from the side, which suddenly pulled Li Qingchen out of his contemplative state.

"One more bowl!"

As a bold female voice sounded, followed by a ramming sound of the bottom of the bowl hitting the solid wood tabletop.

Li Qingchen couldn't help but stop in place, turned his head to look, but saw that it was an ordinary small noodle stall with only a small sail hanging on the side to attract passers-by, no more than two tables in total, and no more than four benches.

This is in Chang'an City, it has to belong to the most faceless place, after all, this place is on the side of the road, there is not even a serious storefront, but it is ushered in to send to the place to eat ashes, the general Yin cannibal people are not even bothered to look at it, but here is a large amount, and cheap enough, even if the environment is poor, but it is still loved by the guests who flow out of the coolies in the lower nine.

The cost of the noodle stall is actually low, with a pot of shoddy tea that can only be used to quench thirst-quenching bowls, a pot of ordinary small square tables with sour vinegar, and a hardwood bench with rough workmanship, which can be regarded as a table that can make money.

Seeing that on the tabletop that had been carefully wiped clean, there were at least five or six large bowls that had just been eaten, and there were no leftovers in them, and it seemed that this guest was a master of frugality.

But don't think that's all, after all, like this kind of small business, the reserves of dishes and chopsticks are actually not much, and they are generally washed one by one, so if you add the bowls that are soaked in the basin next to you and are being scrubbed by the proprietress of the small noodle stall, the guest at the table should have at least ten bowls to eat.

The proprietress of the noodle stall looked only more than 30 years old, but because she was doing this kind of work on the side of the road all the year round, she looked very old, and her waist had been stiff for a long time, so she couldn't help but straighten up at the moment, while gently beating her waist, while quietly raising her head to look at the diners who were still feasting on it, and subconsciously showed a headache, but she was very happy with a smile.

A headache is naturally a headache, because the speed at which she washes the dishes is not even as fast as the speed at which the bright girl eats noodles, and the small business of a husband and wife like them pays attention to the word conscience, even if the diners themselves don't care, but she has always been sure to completely clean the dishes and chopsticks, so this workload is not small.

After all, every time this golden-haired little girl comes over, one person eats enough to be worth the amount of their usual busy day, and if there is money to make, it is naturally happy.

Look at this side again, with a "snort" after sucking the last chopsticks noodles into her stomach, this girl with a terrifying appetite was especially uncomfortable, continued to hold the bowl with both hands, and drank all the noodle soup in a big gulp, and finally wiped her mouth with her sleeve without any scruples, she was almost satisfied.

A one-handed slap on the table, with a muffled "bang".

"Boss, check out!"

Li Qingchen looked at the past, and saw that the girl who was eating noodles was not much older than herself, it seemed, but in the year of Tao Li, she may have been married in some other places, but in this open Shendu, most of such girls have not been dragged down by marriage and family trivialities, and there is still a trace of green brightness on her body.

She was born with beautiful blonde hair as bright as the sun, this is not a natural abnormality, because she is not from the Central Plains, but from that foreign country, of course, if you don't see her appearance that is very different from that of the Central Plains, in fact, just listening to this standard Chang'an accent, you can't hear any difference between her and the people around her.

However, it is not her identity as a foreigner, after all, it is difficult to say in other places in the Central Plains, but in the two places of Chang'an, the capital of God and Luoyang, the capital of Wudu, it is not rare for a foreigner with blond hair and blue eyes or a black body, and although she is rare, she looks like a great beauty who meets the aesthetics of the Central Plains, but in this crowded, crowded capital, people come and go, it is not a great thing, what really interests people is that she has been hanging on her waist with a big grin.

It was a waist card that Li Qingchen was very familiar with, and it was an identity waist card that belonged to an official member of a special yamen in the Daluo Dynasty.

Chang'an Town Martial Arts!

And Li Qingchen, the former person of the Zhenwu Division, naturally knows better than others what the subtle differences between each waist card of the Zhenwu Division represent, like this beast head waist card not only shows that the girl is from the Chang'an Division, which ranks second in strength and ranks first among the nineteen Zhenwu Divisions in Daluo, and the position is not low, and the cultivation is far above himself.

If it weren't for the skill of reining in the face, or simply looking young, then at this age, she could reach the level of the fourth grade entry, and she could indeed be regarded as a genius among geniuses, and it was no wonder that she was a Fanbang martial artist but could be absorbed into the most difficult Chang'an Division, even if there were not a few people from Fanbang who served in Daluo, but the process was not as easy as imagined, not to mention, she was still a woman.

It should be said that in fact, there are very few female martial artists in the whole world, in fact, although women have always been more forbearant than men, and they can endure hardships to train their muscles and bones, but after all, they still lose the most important innate strength of martial artists, and they suffer in this damn era, men always can't see women with equal or even higher status than themselves, so people like her are definitely a minority of the few.

It's just that the people of Chang'an Division have to give money when they come out to eat noodles, not to mention that even the girl herself knows that it is not easy for a small couple who support this noodle stall to live, this kind of street shop, completely depends on the sky to eat, the wind is halved, and the rain is all over, if he walks away like this, not only will he spoil the face of Chang'an Division, but also make the young couple embarrassed, it is really unnecessary, not to mention that the court has always been extremely generous to the people of Zhenwu Division.

It's a pity that for her, a girl who has never been careful and can eat, the money is always not enough to spend.

After calling out to the boss, she covered her mouth, quietly burped, then straightened up, touched her little belly, first stretched a comfortable lazy waist, showing her proud hot body, and then completely ignored the feelings of the men around her, reached out and found a black satin money bag embroidered with golden tulips from her full chest.

At this moment, there were many men on the road who stopped like Li Qingchen, but unlike Li Qingchen who was carefully observing, their eyes bulged out one by one, and their throats rolled, even if they hit someone, they didn't know anything, and it seemed that they didn't pounce directly.

The girl didn't care about this, and after shaking the money bag a little twice, her pretty face suddenly turned red, and she was silent for a long time, she suddenly raised her head and beckoned to the corner of the wall in the distance.

But I saw that in the corner of the wall not far from her, there was a young man with an ordinary appearance, who could not see the slightest feature in any aspect of his body, holding a small notebook in his hand, and was constantly writing something on it with a charcoal pen.

Seeing that the boy was fully engaged in that kind of very boring thing, completely ignoring herself, the blonde girl immediately raised her eyebrows and snorted softly to the other side.

"He Jizhen!"