The Yun'an ancient road horse is delayed, and the high willow is neighing.

Ye Linfeng rode a horse slowly, in autumn, the cicadas were still singing, but the air gradually had the wet sweetness and coolness of autumn.

According to the rare autumn breeze, stirring the green shirt, fluttering and shaking, Ye Linfeng pulled a bun at will, showing a unique charm in nature.

Fifty miles to the south of Yun'an City, there is a restaurant, the name is Linglong Restaurant, it is the most famous restaurant in Yun'an City, many poems of the Nanling dynasties have left masterpieces here.

Ye Linfeng came to Linglong Restaurant, this time he did not choose a first-class private room, not because of the shortage of funds, but in the most famous restaurant in Yun'an City, people from all walks of life gathered, maybe they could make some friends, and at the worst they could also understand the current state of affairs in the cultivation world.

"Xiao Er, come with a pot of good wine, a pound of sauce beef, and a pound of siu mai. Ye Linfeng untied the wooden sword he was carrying behind him and put it on the table, and shouted at the shopkeeper who was busy.

Linglong Restaurant is indeed the most famous restaurant in Yun'an City, upstairs and downstairs are full. Most of the people who come to this restaurant are some merchants from all over the world, Yun'an City is in the traffic artery, some merchants will come here to rest, and there are also some practitioners who escort the safety of merchants' goods.

"Guest officer, come on, please use it slowly. "The shopkeeper is very busy, and the more large restaurants of this kind, the more achievements they distribute to the restaurant guys every day.

The siu mai in the Jiangnan area has a unique characteristic, the skin is thin and the filling is large, the dough is thin and strong, white and crystalline, fragrant and delicious.

Ye Linfeng had eaten it in Lingzhou, his hometown of Dongyuan, but he didn't know how the taste here was different from the taste of his hometown.

Pick up the bamboo chopsticks and pick up a siu mai and dip it into a small dish containing balsamic vinegar, bring it to your mouth, take a bite gently, and suddenly feel that the dough is strong, the filling is soft and fragrant, and the oil is not greasy.

"The taste of home. ”

Although the taste is still a little different, it has reminded Ye Linfeng of many past events, the little girl who stole siu mai and sold food with him is now seventeen years old, maybe she is about to become a mother, I don't know how she is doing, and she is not used to life in Ningwei Mansion.

"That's it, that's it, don't think about it, haven't you already put it down? Ye Linfeng poured a full glass of wine, raised his neck and drank it all.

The past is like smoke, if you can't keep it, let it disperse・・・・・・ Ye Linfeng is eating soy sauce beef and siu mai while drinking a little wine, which is very comfortable.

Suddenly, hearing the sound of a fight upstairs, Ye Linfeng put down the chopsticks in his hand and walked upstairs.

"your grandma, didn't you just touch your mother-in-law's breasts, as for it. A man in tattered clothes, dressed in a hundred clothes, with a pair of tattered linen shoes on his feet, dressed in a funny old way, scolded and scolded.

This old man has a pair of triangular eyes and an indecent look, and after speaking, he pulled out his crotch and turned around to leave.

Ye Linfeng looked carefully, this person was the triangular-eyed old Taoist who fought with a swordsman in the Northern Desert three years ago, how could he meet him here again.

"Do you want to leave?" a middle-aged man with a sword shouted, it was the man of the young woman who had been touched by the triangular eye.

"I, I can go if I want, do you think you can stop me?"

"Presumptuous, don't you recognize this as the third prince of the Ruin Palace?" said a bald-headed monk beside the middle-aged man with a sword to the triangular-eyed old man.

Today's various cultivation forces have a relationship with the official family, and some of them are still the mainstay of the imperial dynasty.

"The third prince of the Youxu Palace, Xuanyuan Baimei, the palace master of the Youxu Palace, actually has such an unsuccessful son. The triangular-eyed old man didn't seem to buy it, and continued to dig his nostrils.

"Is your father's name what you can call me? The middle-aged man with the sword looked arrogant, and he didn't pay attention to the triangular-eyed old way in front of him.

The middle-aged man with a sword waved his hand, and the bald monk next to him greeted the triangular-eyed old man.

The bald monk was not wearing a monk's robe, holding a long knife in his hand, and in the blink of an eye, he came to the triangular-eyed old man.

The long knife in his hand was slashed, and the triangle-eyed old man's waist on the opposite side twisted easily to avoid it, and a hand knife slashed on the long knife of the bald monk, and the long knife was immediately broken into two.

The bald monk was surprised, and his heart was uncertain, could it be that this sloppy old Taoist was really a peerless master?

The bald monk convinced himself in his heart that the sloppy old man in front of him was just a little stronger, and the monk handed it out with a punch, but the triangular-eyed old man did not dodge, and let the monk's fist hit the chest.

In the eyes of ordinary people, the monk's punch was very powerful, and it was enough to kill a bison.

But the triangular-eyed old man didn't seem to care at all, and the monk handed out more than ten punches, but the old man still didn't move, and he didn't even show a little painful expression.

"Hehe, stinky monk, you can't even tickle me when you don't have a vajra fist, it's not enough to tickle me. The triangular-eyed old man said and slapped the bald monk in the face.

I saw that the monk was immediately shot out and smashed through the wall of the restaurant, and the downstairs screamed.

When the middle-aged man with the sword saw this scene, he couldn't hide his surprise in his heart, but he didn't want to lose face, how could the third prince of his dignified and secluded palace be frightened by this sloppy old man.

A long sword came out of its sheath, and the blue and faint sword light flashed, slashing towards the sloppy old man.

The sword qi was already really good, and the surrounding tables and chairs were slashed by the sword qi, but the triangle-eyed old dao just lightly pinched the two fingers, and the sword qi dispersed.

The middle-aged man was not convinced, and used ten percent of his mental power, pouring it into the sword in his hand, the tip of the sword picked up the flowers, and dozens of green and faint sword qi stabbed at the triangular eye old dao.

This qiē was just in vain, the triangular eye old dao just blew a breath, and dozens of sword qi dissolved in an instant, and the middle-aged man saw this scene and sat down on the ground in fright.

"Go back to tell Xuanyuan Baimei, Song Bufu misses him very much, and if he has the opportunity, he will go to the Ruin Palace to ask for a few tricks. ”

With that, the triangular-eyed old man pulled out his crotch and walked downstairs laughing.

"Song is not confused, it turns out that this senior is called Song Bufu. Ye Linfeng said, and then chased after the triangular-eyed old man.

(The third watch, the triangular-eyed sloppy Taoist finally appeared, the same obscenity, the same cow break)