The undercover agent sent by the imperial court

Bocheng is located on the border, not only has an exotic style, but also many martial arts people, the atmosphere here is unexpectedly open, but it is relatively rare for Ling Xuan to be dressed like a handsome young man.

Before going out, the maid I saw yesterday handed over the gloves. Ling Xuan didn't have to worry about anything after putting on the gloves. He originally planned to go to the restaurant that Yin Tianming mentioned to have breakfast first, but turned around and was caught. The three-meter-high flying cakes thrown by the roadside attracted attention.

"Two biscuits, please." Ling Xuan approached and said, and then got stuck, "Uncle, aren't you a blacksmith, why did you come here to buy biscuits?"

Uncle's subordinates dumped two cakes to Ling Xuan non-stop, "Hahaha, I can't earn some accommodation expenses here."

"Uncle, how much is this cake for you?" Ling Xuan took the cake wrapped in oil paper and asked, "Didn't I give Uncle 60 taels before? Are you short of money?"

"Two taels for a cake." The uncle spread out another cake, "60 taels was left for the store, and now I have no money."

"Can two renminbi and a cake really earn back the accommodation fee?" Ling Xuan touched his sleeve and only found one tael of silver, "I only have one tael, do you want it?"

"Then I can't find it." The uncle said, throwing cakes, "Then you can pay the bill tomorrow."

"I'll forget about it tomorrow." Ling Xuan turned around and discussed with the beggar on the side of the road for a while, took back the four cents and threw it into the money collection box, "That's all right."

"It's up to you." The uncle waved his hand and said indifferently.

Ling Xuan bid farewell to the uncle with the cake, and handed one to Yin Tianming, "It tastes good, do you want to eat it?"

Yin Tianming took the cake and smiled, "If he knew that you gave it to me, he might not only charge such a small amount of money."

"Why?" Ling Xuan finished eating the cake in his hand and threw away the bag, watching Yin Tianming in doubt after taking a few mouthfuls of cake and then stopped opening his mouth.

"The last time I came to buy it, I asked for 100 taels." Yin Tianming said with emotion, "This senior's personality is really strange, did he still forge iron before?"

100 taels, no wonder you rely on this to make money, Ling Xuan said, "He made the dagger in my hand, you just called him senior, who is he?"

"Don't you know?" Yin Tianming held the cake and looked at Ling Xuan curiously, "He is the senior who shot the Xuantian sword."

"I know the Xuantian Sword." Ling Xuan rubbed his chin, the Xuantian Sword is the sword of the martial arts leader, "but I didn't know that he was the one who fought the Xuantian Sword."

Yin Tianming finished eating the cake in his hand. It seems that Shao Ziqian didn't say, "It's normal if you don't know. I thought Shao Ziqian told you that this senior retired from the world after he shot the Xuantian Sword. I didn't expect this time He also came to the meeting."

"It's normal to think about it this way. Who doesn't want to change their lives in another day, especially this kind of senior who has experienced a lot of things, who wants to have more regrets." Ling Xuan said with emotion.

The streets of Bocheng are designed to be spacious for horse-drawn carriages. Occasionally, there will be children playing around on the street, and you can also see blond children speaking Chinese in a strange colloquial language. Ling Xuan has seen foreign countries when he was a child. It was the first time seeing a child other than the envoy.

The storefronts on the side of the road in Bocheng are all written in two languages. Ling Xuan looks around with great interest, and Yin Tianming quietly follows them step by step.