The next day, the sun was shining. Although Zhao Zhijing has lived in this world for more than ten years, it is the first time he has come to Lin'an, which is the capital of the Southern Song Dynasty.

Although the Song court at this time no longer has the power of the Northern Song Dynasty, no military power at that time, and no population base at that time, it is still the court recognized by the Han people, ruling the Han people with the largest number of people in the world.

Zhao Zhijing walked on the street of Lin'an with a single sword, although Lin'an in his eyes was not as huge as the capital of Jinguo, nor was it so prosperous, but perhaps because most of the people here were Han people, Zhao Zhijing walked here from the bottom of his heart gushed out a warm breath, that is, like a perennial traveler, far away from his motherland, the feeling of returning to China.

Zhao Zhijing with a warm smile on his face, walking briskly on the bluestone-paved street, the sound of selling beside him was endless, and the nose asked the aroma of food, which is not the rough food of Saibei, nor is it the aroma created by Jinguo's contact with Han culture, it is the taste that belongs to the Han people who have precipitated over the years, and has the charm of Han culture.

Zhao Zhijing, who was walking briskly, smelled the fragrance of food, and suddenly his saliva moistened his mouth, and there was a feeling of hunger in his abdomen, which was not Zhao Zhijing's empty stomach at this time, but the appetite aroused by the familiar taste.

Zhao Zhijing has never been a person who has wronged himself, although he is a martial artist who is persistent in martial arts, but he is not one of those swordsmen who are persistent with the long sword in his hand, and the long sword in his hand is more important than his own life.

At this time, although he was already the only top swordsman in the rivers and lakes, he was not a swordsman, and the long sword in his hand was like his own arm when he used it, which could be described as a combination of human and sword. But only he knows that even the Purple Emperor Sword that accompanies him on his waist is just a weapon in his hand, and what really matters is his own cultivation.

Smelling the familiar smell, Zhao Zhijing walked forward and saw a small noodle restaurant not far away. Walking into this small noodle shop, although there is no magnificent decoration, there is a trace of history at a glance, and the eyes will seem to see this small noodle restaurant standing here, witnessing the vicissitudes of history.

Zhao Zhijing randomly found a spot on the side, and after a while, someone carried a bowl of steaming Yangchun noodles. The clear noodle soup in the simple porcelain bowl looks like there is not the slightest oil and water, but a fragrance suddenly comes to the nose. The noodles that sank into the soup look very strong, and the pinch of green onions suddenly makes people appetite.

Zhao Zhijing casually took out a pair of clean chopsticks from the bamboo tube on the table, picked up the noodles in the bowl and ate them. Just when Zhao Zhijing ate two bites, a person walked in at the door of the noodle restaurant. This person is a cynical person at first glance, but if he can attract Zhao Zhijing's attention, this person is not a simple character.

The true qi in this person's body is full, and the internal force of the body is also rare and pure in the rivers and lakes, and the most special thing is that this person's internal force is not as balanced as ordinary people in the human body, and this person's true qi is much more abundant in the legs than other organs. There was not the slightest sound under his feet as he walked into the noodle shop, as if his family was stepping on cotton.

This person's eyes swept over the people in the noodle restaurant at this time, and their eyes were extraordinarily bright. Zhao Zhijing felt his gaze, a smile appeared on his face, and after looking at him, this person also responded to Zhao Zhijing with a sincere smile.

This person seems to be unusually familiar with this noodle shop, and after entering the noodle shop, he didn't give any instructions to Xiao Er. Seeing Zhao Zhijing's smile, he walked towards Zhao Zhijing.

I saw him come to Zhao Zhijing's side, clasped his fists and saluted: "Brother Tai, don't mind if I sit with you!" Zhao Zhijing smiled and didn't speak, but he also stretched out his hand to ask him to sit down, and after a while, a bowl of steaming Yangchun noodles was brought up to Zhuolai.

Zhao Zhijing smiled and ate the noodles in the bowl slowly, but the person who came seemed to be very hungry, and immediately took out his chopsticks and ate them after lifting Zhuo Lai in front of him.

Zhao Zhijing and the two sat opposite each other, the noodle bowl on the table was empty at this time, there was no trace of noodle soup and no noodles, and the person's face was happy at this time, as if this bowl of Yangchun noodles was a rare delicacies from the mountains and seas.

When he saw that there was not a trace left in Zhao Zhijing's bowl, he said: "Brother Tai, I see that you are not a master who is short of money, why did you come here to eat Yangchun noodles eaten by poor people?"

Zhao Zhijing shook his head with a smile on his face and said, "My friend is not a person who is short of money, so why do you also come here to eat noodles?" When the man heard this, he said with a sincere smile on his face: "Brother, you are really interesting, I think you also like the taste here as much as I do." There are all kinds of delicacies in this Lin'an City, and there is nothing I don't know about chasing my life, but I still like the Yangchun noodles here the most!"

After a pause, he looked at Zhao Zhijing and said: "I don't know Brother Taigui's surname, it's really interesting to be able to meet you!" Zhao Zhijing looked at the catcher in front of him who didn't look like a catcher at all, which catcher would think of him talk so much, and which catcher would believe in a person who had never met like him.

Zhao Zhijing couldn't help but sigh in his heart, this people's praise for chasing life is really interesting. At this time, his heart was more and more looking forward to meeting the other three, and he thought that the other three would not be ordinary laymen.

Naturally, Zhao Zhijing at this time was not very curious about Zhuge Zheng, the leader of the four, a person who can lead these people with different personalities but outstanding abilities will naturally not be ordinary laymen, and he will also be an elegant guest in the red dust.

Zhao Zhijing, who was smiling, replied: "Don't be expensive, your surname is Zhao." It's also fun for me to be able to make friends with people like that!"

Bidding farewell to Zhao Zhijing, who was chasing his life, he was still walking alone on the streets of Lin'an, and the sound of selling in his ears was endless. From time to time, I saw young men in gorgeous clothes galloping past on horses, and they didn't have the slightest worry about this weak Song Ting.

It's just that immersed in the beautiful dream of Jiangnan, the talented and beautiful woman is really a beautiful picture in the troubled times, but I don't know how long such a picture will exist, who will pierce such a beautiful dream, so that those who are sleeping in the dream will wake up and accept the cruelty of reality.