Comprehensive martial arts: Inherit the weak chicken sword god at the beginning

Chapter 249
Two days later, Jieliang County.

This place belongs to Hedong County, not only has a beautiful environment and a pleasant climate, but also has a very advantageous geographical environment.

At the same time, this place is also famous—the hometown of Yunchang, the birthplace of Wu Sheng.

After Han Fei's reminder, everyone felt that the treasure of Longquan was here, so they rushed over without stopping.

"It's finally here. Next, I should think about how to find the treasure of Longquan."

Li Xingyun stood on the street with a dignified expression, he finally came to this step.

"Don't worry, the treasure of Longquan is here, and you won't run away on your own."

Han Fei said indifferently: "It's better to find a place to rest. I heard that Jieliang is rich in delicious food, but I don't know if it's true."

"..."

After getting along with each other for this period of time, everyone also got a general understanding of Han Fei's character.

He is good at everything, has high martial arts skills, and is knowledgeable enough, but his mouth is too greedy.

On the way, if Han Fei hadn't been eating and drinking, they wouldn't have spent two days getting here.

But he was right, after two days of trekking, they did need a rest.

So, everyone found an inn, and then opened a few upper rooms as residences.

Han Fei walked to the street alone, ready to try Jieliang's food.

If he remembers correctly, it should belong to Yuncheng, Shanxi in modern times.

The food in Yuncheng is indeed very good.

Just two steps away, Han Fei saw a familiar thing... Wenxi Cooked Cakes.

In his previous life, he once went to Yuncheng to eat, and the sweet but not greasy taste was impressive.

"Boss, give me two."

"okay!"

As soon as he got it, Han Fei just took a bite.

Hmm~ It still smells familiar!
The soft texture, sweet but not greasy taste, and the aroma covered with white sesame all make people can't help but twitch their index fingers.

It is said that the name of this Wenxi boiled cake was chosen by Kangxi himself in the Qing Dynasty, and it can be regarded as a royal snack.

Of course, the two emperors Kangxi and Qianlong seemed to have eaten everything.

Just after eating Wenxi's boiled cakes, a familiar and peculiar aroma wafted over with the wind.

Han Fei saw that it was a famous snack... Mutton steamed buns.

After coming to this world, he ate a lot of mutton steamed buns, but he didn't know how it was cooked here?
Immediately afterwards, he walked over.

From this point of view, good guy, there are really many people.

Next to the stall selling mutton steamed buns, there were three circles coming and going, and it was really full of people.

From the looks of it, the taste here should be good, otherwise, it would be impossible to have so many guests.

So, Han Fei quietly shuttled back and forth among the crowd with his superb agility.

Soon, he bought a large portion.

The Wenxi boiled cake just now can only be regarded as dessert, and now this mutton steamed bun is the main meal.

Immediately afterwards, he couldn't wait to take a bite.

As a result... it was unpalatable! ! !

The steamed buns are very dry and tough, the mutton still has a strong smell of mutton, and even the soup seems to be sour.

"Isn't this very wrong?"

In his previous life, Han Fei once ate Yuncheng's mutton steamed buns, which can definitely be called an authentic delicacy.

But how to go back to ancient times and become like this? !

Could it be said that the ancients also played tricks of cutting corners and making up numbers?

But this is not right, if it is really so unpalatable, why are there so many people buying it?
For a moment, Han Fei was puzzled.

In the end, he could only attribute the reason to the different tastes of modern and ancient people.

Perhaps in this ancient society, this is the definition of gourmet food.

This matter was quickly thrown out of his mind.

After that, Han Fei walked around again. He tasted all the snacks, fruits, meals, and fine wines.

Needless to say, even in ancient times, all kinds of delicacies in Yuncheng were quite good.

After eating and drinking, he decided to return to the inn.

On the way back, he found that the original stall selling mutton steamed buns had disappeared, and the long queue disappeared immediately.

But Han Fei didn't care, maybe it was sold out, or maybe it was closed.

At this time, he suddenly heard a strange conversation, including the words "mutton steamed bun" and "stall".

Driven by curiosity, Han Fei decided to investigate and see what was going on.

Immediately, his figure flashed and disappeared in place.

In the dark alley, the stall owner who had just sold mutton steamed buns said with a sinister smile:

"Today's income is good. According to the previous practice, I will give you [-]%."

After speaking, he threw a money bag to the other side.

After the middle-aged man on the opposite side got it, he counted it carefully, and after confirming that there was no problem, he said courteously:
"Boss Zhang, this is as it should be. I will bring more people to join us tomorrow."

The stall owner shook his head: "No need for now, I will change the place in two days, and you can call your brother over."

"Yes, yes, Boss Zhang is smart."

The middle-aged man was full of admiration: "So many of us go to the scene, others think this mutton steamed bun is so delicious."

"They never imagined that those bought mutton steamed buns would end up in the hands of Boss Zhang."

He really admired it sincerely, and it is not an ordinary person who can come up with such a method.

"Where is it, it's just a subtotal, it's nothing at all." Although he said so, the pride in his eyes couldn't be concealed.

In the dark, Han Fei was burning with anger.

All right, looking for Tony, right?
Just say what's wrong, it turns out that's what's going on, and you've figured out the marketing routines!

Profiteers... are indeed everywhere.

Apart from being angry, I have to lament the wisdom of the ancient people. This game is really hard to guard against.

"However, since you were hit by me, you can only blame your own fate."

Swallowing his breath has never been his rule.

So, he followed closely behind the stall owner, preparing to teach him an unforgettable lesson...

night.Zhang Fugui's home.

At this time, in the room where you can't see your fingers, a sudden gust of wind hits.

Zhang Fugui was shivering from the cold, and then he reluctantly woke up from the bed.

"It's so cold, is it raining?"

Upon closer inspection, it turned out that the window next to it was open, and a gust of cool wind entered the house through the window.

He reached out and closed the window, then lay down again, ready to continue to sleep beautifully.

"All squeak~"

The wooden window was opened again, and a cool breeze invaded again, which seemed to be much colder than before.

"How did you do it?"

Zhang Fugui got up irritably, closed the window again, and put a wooden peg on the post.

"All squeak~"

The old voice sounded again, and it was extraordinarily clear in the dark night.

The wooden window was opened again, and a whistling sound came in, even with white mist.

"No... it's not."

Zhang Fugui's face was pale, his mouth was incoherent, and he looked terrified.

At this moment, he suddenly found an extremely pale hand firmly grasping his window sill.

Immediately afterwards, the sound of "click, click" came, and the hand began to twist like an octopus.

"Ghost... There is a ghost... There is a ghost coming to me"

Zhang Fugui felt chills all over his body, and his heart seemed to be grabbed by an invisible big hand.

He wanted to call for help, but his throat seemed to be blocked, and he couldn't speak at all.

A puddle of urine flowed into the ground, which brought him back to his senses slightly.

Finding that he could move, Zhang Fugui turned around and ran away without saying a word. He wanted to leave this haunted room.

As soon as he opened the door, he froze.

Outside the door, a woman in white with disheveled hair and a dark face was staring at him with resentful eyes.

Blood dripped from her neck, and then gushed out like a fountain.

"Ghost!!!"

After a horrible howl, Zhang Fugui lay on the ground with white eyes.

At this time, the female ghost in front of her smiled, and then disappeared into white smoke without a trace.

Instead, it was Han Fei's figure.

"This illusion is really easy to use."

It turned out that everything just now was fake, it was just an illusion released by him with the supernatural power "Response to reality and reality".

Looking at Zhang Fugui on the ground, Han Fei sneered: "Hehe, let me see if you still dare to do something wrong..."

(End of this chapter)