Qingshui City, as the name suggests, runs through this small city with a leisurely green water.

Qingshui City has neither a wide city nor a tall and strong city wall, and compared to those real city walls, it lacks a lot of majesty and grandeur as a city.

But the reason why it is called Qingshui City is because there is no decent city on this land with a radius of nearly 100 miles. Therefore, the lame man pulled out the general and praised it into Qingshui City.

Turning out of the mountain road in that small village, along a dirt road that many people have walked on, walking only two hours away, you can see the shadow of Qingshui City in the distance.

Along the way, Jiang Feng, who had become hungry again, saw Qingshui City, and somehow, there was a burst of joy in his heart for no reason. The left eyelid is like a bird out of the cage in the morning, jumping non-stop.

Walking to the foot of the city wall, although Jiang Feng can't recognize the three big characters of the dragon flying and the phoenix dancing above the city gate, he just looks at the momentum, and he must be prosperous and well-informed if he wants to come here. If you inquire about the Snow Mountain Sect, it must not be a problem.

Even if Qingshui City is not a real high-walled city, it naturally does not have so many rules.

Entering the city, Jiang Feng suddenly found that people were hurrying out of the streets one after another. Looking at the direction they are heading, it seems that the destination is mostly the same place.

People are born with blind obedience and following habits, and when Jiang Feng saw this, he naturally followed.

After passing through a few alleys and turning two more streets, all of a sudden, Jiang Feng saw that on the largest street in Qingshui City, it was like a long dragon, filled with countless long tables and flowing water banquets.

Seeing Jiang Feng's hesitant look, a man in a festive red festive robe in the distance suddenly greeted loudly: "Come on, come, whether it's our old guests in Qingshui City, or our friends in the past, today's wedding of our family, as long as there is a city where our Wufu business is located, everyone can eat and drink to their heart's content, don't be polite!"

"Wufu Firm?" Jiang Feng muttered to himself questioningly, and found an empty seat to sit down. After all, this kind of thing is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity for the penniless Jiang Feng.

The guy who greeted him seemed to think that it was a strange thing that Jiang Feng didn't know about the Wufu Firm, so after Jiang Feng sat down, he asked Jiang Feng: "This little brother, when it comes to the legendary story of the big boss of our Wufu Firm, it is three days and three nights that I can't tell enough. However, although he is young, he has only been a self-made man in just five years, and has created a good business for our Wufu business all over Yunzhou. Even in the entire Northern Regions, it is famous. ”

At this time, Jiang Feng smiled at the guy and said: "I see, in Xia Jiangfeng, I have lived in the mountains since I was a child, and I have never come out to see the world. Thanks to your hospitality today, I am grateful, and I haven't asked this eldest brother for his name?"

After hearing this, the guy showed a look that he had already understood, and then said with a hearty smile: "Where is it, my name is Liu San, if the little brother doesn't dislike it, just call me Brother Liu." By the way, little brother, you are so young, why did you go out alone, what do you have to do?"

Jiang Feng replied with a smile at this time: "The younger brother's father had a good relationship with the Snow Mountain Sect back then, and now he is going to the Snow Mountain Sect to learn art. ”

As soon as Liu San heard what Jiang Feng said, he was shocked when he landed, and then said to Jiang Feng with a look that was not as casual as before: "It turns out that the little brother actually has a relationship with the Snow Mountain Sect, what a coincidence, a few days ago, the Snow Mountain Sect came down the mountain and recruited disciples in our Qingshui City. It's still in our Wufu Inn, why don't you wait here for a while, little brother, and wait for me to talk to the steward, and I'll take you over in a while?"

"That's the best, then thank you Brother Liu!"

As Liu San turned around and left to share his words with his steward, Jiang Feng hurriedly picked out a few hard dishes and chewed them like dates.

Naturally, there are no exquisite dishes at the banquet of flowing water, but this Wufu business can really be called wealthy, and the chicken, duck and fish meat are not only complete, but also the amount is sufficient.

In the past, the people who rarely ate meat were feasting one by one at this time, so others didn't pay too much attention to Jiang Feng's reincarnated appearance of a hungry wolf.

After a while, Liu San had already done everything and was about to come out again.

At this time, Jiang Feng was catching half a roast chicken and fighting to the death with the other party. However, at the moment when Liu San appeared. Between the clues of the roast chicken and the snow mountain pie, the judgment of priority is naturally not the slightest difficulty, put down the roast chicken, wiped the grease on his body, Jiang Feng hurriedly got up, and rushed to meet Liu San.

Afraid that the Snow Mountain Sect might leave at any time, the two hurried over without delay.

Qingshui City is indeed not a big city, and after a while, Jiang Feng came to this Wufu Inn under the leadership of Liu San. is also a person from Wufu Firm, Liu San didn't spend too much effort, and introduced Jiang Feng to the people of the Snow Mountain Sect in the inn.

There were two people in charge of meeting Jiang Feng, a tall and burly young man with a red face. and a young woman with a round face and a long braid of her shawl. He is dressed in a white robe and has a long sword on his back, which is also in line with the image of the Snow Mountain Sect.

Jiang Feng respectfully presented the short sword that he had been holding in his arms for a long time at this time, and shared the cause and effect of his memory with the man, and then waited quietly aside, waiting for the decision of the man who was holding the short sword and kept thinking.

After a long time, the man suddenly spoke: "This short sword should be owned by Uncle Song of this sect, since you have a short sword, everything you said is not a problem with what Uncle Song said back then, it stands to reason that you should be put into Uncle Song's door." However, Uncle Song had a recurrence of his old injury three years ago and passed away. Now there are only five branches in the Snow Mountain Sect, so although you can worship the Snow Mountain, which branch to devote to learning martial arts, you have to return to the mountain this time, and after I return to the head of the sect, I will make a decision!"

Subsequently, Jiang Feng learned from the two of them that the man's name was Feng Wanli and the woman's name was Hua Wanzi, both of whom were disciples of Bai Zizi, the head of the Snow Mountain Sect. This time, they went down the mountain together to recruit disciples with innocent backgrounds and excellent roots for the Snow Mountain Sect.

With a simple arrangement, Feng Wanli asked Jiang Feng to prepare a little, and then together with them and several disciples recruited this time, he took a carriage back to the Snow Mountain Sect.