Fang Zhen felt in a particularly good mood today. He wanted to eat potatoes. He felt that potatoes were a good thing. After peeling off its dirty appearance, you could see a bright white potato left in his hand.

If there are potatoes, there must be beef. ‘Potato Beef Stew’ is a very tempting dish.

At this moment, Fang Zhen looked at the dishes brought by his apprentice and took off his coat, revealing his chest covered with black hair. This was his pride and a sign of a man's power.

Fang Zhen likes to express himself like this. Although he is over fifty, he is willing to do this. Every time he shows his chest covered with black hair, he feels instantly younger, as young as a thirty-year-old.

A mighty man.

He likes his fame and fortune. He also likes fine clothes and fine wine, enjoys life, and even more likes to listen to Guzhou tunes at night.

Fang Zhen had already made a plan in his mind. After finishing the 'Potato Beef Stew' in front of him, he would definitely go to the 'Wanhua Building', where Xiaoqu Guzhou was the most beautiful.

Fang Zhen poured himself a glass of wine. It was a cup of Shao Knife from the Western Regions. The room was suddenly filled with a strong smell of wine. The apprentice next to him, Ya'er, coughed. He was afraid that the smell of this wine would be a bit choking.

Fang Zhen picked up the wine glass and finished the wine in one gulp. He let out a breath of alcohol and stretched his chopsticks to the basin in front of him. In the basin was the potato he wanted to eat most.

But his chopsticks stopped on top of the potato. Fang Zhen did not pick up the potato. His eyes saw a woman, an old woman on crutches, walking into his backyard with a basket in her hand.

It's his private territory.

"Who are you? How dare you enter my backyard!" Fang Zhen stared at the old woman. He put down the chopsticks in his hand and touched the sword on the table.

"I am an old woman selling shoes, and I like selling embroidered shoes." The old woman on crutches slowly came to the table and looked at the 'potato beef stew' in the basin.

"There are no women here, and no one will ask for your embroidered shoes." Fang Zhen saw the old woman on crutches put the basket in her hand on the table.

"My shoes have been sold out today, and I'm here to give the escort something."

"What?"

"One thousand taels of silver notes!"

Fang Zhen shook his head vigorously. He felt that he must have heard wrongly. Would this old woman selling shoes have so many banknotes?

"A thousand taels of silver notes?" Ya'er beside him shouted in surprise,

"Yes, it's a thousand taels of silver notes," said the old woman on crutches, slowly opened the flower cloth covering the basket, and took out a silver note from her basket. This silver note

Exactly one thousand taels.

"What escort do you want to escort?" Fang Zhen blinked. He was a escort leader and he understood that this was a business.

"I want to buy this pot of vegetables from you, can you promise me?" The old woman on crutches never raised her head, her eyes were always looking at the vegetables on the table.

It seemed as if she had never eaten meat, as if she had never seen this dish, but it was just an ordinary home-cooked dish, a simple pot of 'potato beef stew'.

"Yes, I am very willing," Fang Zhen's eyes showed greed, this is a good deal, this business is very cost-effective.

Fang Zhen began to imagine that if he bought a cow and a carriage of potatoes, he would surely make thousands of pots of this dish. One pot was worth one thousand taels, and the thousand pots were worth one million taels. This is "Longfeng"

Escort agency's income for decades.

The old woman on crutches slowly picked up the vegetable basin and put it in her basket.

"Wait a minute, why did you buy this pot of vegetables from me?" Fang Zhen suddenly realized in his imagination that he was an old man in the world, and there was no such thing as free food in the world.

"I once had a son who liked stewed meat. I happened to pass by your escort agency today and happened to smell the aroma of the meat." The old woman still didn't look up. She didn't seem to want to see the shirtless Fang Zhen.

The old woman on crutches slowly lifted her basket and walked out of the backyard. The moment she went out, she raised her feet. Fang Zhen saw a beautiful embroidered shoe, and then she slowly disappeared from Fang Zhen's eyes.

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At this moment, there was only a thousand taels of silver notes left on the table, the pot full of 'potato beef stew' had disappeared, and there was only the lingering fragrance of 'potato beef stew' in the house.

"She's gone?" Fang Zhen's thoughts returned to reality. He glanced at his apprentice. His apprentice Ya'er's eyes were so wide.

This is the dish he cooked with his own hands. This is the dish he uses to please Fang Zhen. This pot of 'roasted beef with potatoes' is actually worth a thousand taels of silver. Ya'er feels that he has chosen the wrong career. He should not come to the escort agency to learn skills.

You should open a restaurant on the street.

"How did she come?" Ya'er came back to his senses after hearing Fang Zhen's second question. He answered Master Fang Zhen, "I don't know."

This is the truth. Ya'er did not see this old woman on crutches, so why did she walk into the backyard?

Fang Zhen thought of the lobby of the escort agency. This was the only way to enter the backyard. Are all the disciples in the lobby dead?

Didn't anyone notice that such an old woman walked into the escort agency? Fang Zhen thought of the terrible scene, and rushed into the lobby of the escort agency as quickly as possible.

Fang Zhen did not see a terrible scene, but he saw a strange scene. The lobby was very quiet at this time. There was no disciple in the lobby. His disciple disappeared without a trace. It seemed that no one had ever been here.

When Li Qing returned to the city, it was already afternoon, and Ah Chen stopped the carriage at the door of the Longfeng Inn.

When Li Qing entered the door, he saw Fang Zhen. Fang Zhen was sitting quietly in the lobby. He was holding a piece of paper in his hand. Fang Zhen's eyes were fixed on the piece of paper.

When he saw the person coming in, Fang Zhen jumped up instantly. This person was a god in his heart. It was Li Qing who came in. He was holding a sword in his hand. This sword made Fang Zhen understand a truth.

It's a real fast sword.

"Young Master Li, how could it be you?" Fang Zhen's words were a little exciting.

"I can't come to you?"

"Yes, but now is not the time,"

"Why?"

"Today I seem to be very lucky, but also very unlucky,"

"Why?"

"Fortunately, someone bought my food with a thousand taels of silver notes,"

"What dish?"

"A pot of 'potato beef stew',"

"Then?"

"Then I saw this piece of paper, and it was a deadly piece of paper,"

"Killing paper?" This was the first time Li Qing heard that a piece of paper could kill someone. He suddenly thought of the Iron Book Messenger, whose pages could kill someone.

Fang Zhen handed over the paper in his hand, and Li Qing saw the words on the paper. There were only six words on the paper, "West Village, Carriage, Western Regions", and then there was a beautiful embroidered shoe pattern.

Li Qing rubbed his nose, and he smelled a familiar smell on the paper. It was the smell of 'crab shell yellow'. He was familiar with this smell because he had a friend who liked this dish.

It's Ping'er.

Li Qing's eyes looked at this pattern. The embroidered shoe was very beautiful. He thought of a person who liked embroidered shoes.

"The person who left this piece of paper should be an old woman," Li Qing looked at Fang Zhen and said something. Li Qing had already guessed who this person was?

"How do you know?" Fang Zhen's eyes widened.

"I also know that she is wearing beautiful embroidered shoes," Li Qing said.

"How do you know?" Fang Zhen was surprised.

"Why did she buy your food?" Li Qing thought of this lucky topic.

"She said this dish reminded her of someone," Fang Zhen replied.

"who?"

"She said it was her son, and her son also liked stew, so she bought my pot of 'potato beef stew'."

"Ghostly Granny Meng, this was left by her, why did she draw a shoe?" Li Qing thought of many beautiful patterns, maybe a butterfly, maybe a plum blossom.

Maybe a fresh fragrance will do. Li Qing also admires this person who likes to leave a fresh fragrance. He has many stories about this person. He has a very nice name, Chu Xiangshuai!

Li Qing thought about Uncle Gao again. This Uncle Gao was also a thief. Could his pattern be a flying cat?

"That's her. She is from the Ghost Village. When she sees this pattern, she must carry out their orders, otherwise she will die." Fang Zhen sighed and returned to his seat in the lobby.

This position is a chair. The chair is covered with a piece of tiger skin. Above the chair is a large painting. In the painting is a very large tiger. This is the symbol of "Shaking Mountain Tiger".

"Are you going to the West Village now?" Li Qing thought of Zhang Fan, a weird old man.

"I have to go now, can you accompany me?" Fang Zhen suddenly asked.

"I can't go, you will die if I go," Li Qing's words were very certain.

"Young Master Li, what does the piece of paper she left behind mean?" Fang Zhen lowered his head. He thought about this question for a long time. He didn't understand what the relationship between this West Village and the Western Regions was.

"Go to the West Village. There should be a carriage there to deliver to the Western Regions." This was a voice that Fang Zhen heard. The voice came from outside the lobby. Fang Zhen raised his head. Li Qing was no longer in the lobby.

This figure came very lightly and left quickly. Fang Zhen instantly felt that he was old. This world belongs to the younger generation.

"Master, shall we leave now?" Fang Zhen heard Ya'er's voice.

"No, I'm leaving alone. You stay, take good care of your senior sister, and tell her that I went to the Western Regions," Fang Zhen took the package from Ya'er, picked up his sword, and walked out quickly.'

Longfeng Escort Agency', quickly rushed to the West Village.

In a carriage in the distance, Li Qing watched Fang Zhen's figure leave quietly. He also wanted to know the secret. What was being sent away in this carriage that was about to go to the Western Regions? Is it people? Or goods?

"Young Master, where are we going now?" Ah Chen outside the carriage asked again,

"The ancient road to the Western Regions," Li Qing knew that there was only one ancient road to the Western Regions. He had been to this road twice. The first time was to go to the Western Regions to kill people, and the second time was to send someone away. The person he sent away had once been

Want his life.

What will happen if we go to this ancient road this time?
Chapter completed!