The flight went smoothly. Three days later, Chen Tian finally left the misty forest and arrived at his first stop, which was a seemingly small town.
Being an unfamiliar place, Chen Tian was very vigilant and landed about a thousand meters away from the town. He folded his wings and entered the town on foot.
Although it is only a small town, there are still a lot of residents, and the streets are very lively with people coming and going.
Since this is the border of the Qingyang Empire, there are often businessmen going to the Bloodland City or to the Fengming Empire to do business. Therefore, there is a huge flow of outsiders. Therefore, Chen Tian's new face entered the town without attracting any attention.
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Even so, I don't know if it is because of the tempering of three drops of blood that Chen Tian's face has become extremely attractive, and his eyes are so pure that there is no trace of impurities. Coupled with his conspicuous white clothes, he looks ethereal and agile.
Attracting the attention of many passers-by.
Regarding this, Chen Tian felt completely helpless. It was like this these days, and it was difficult to keep a low profile.
After wandering around this strange town for a while, Chen Tian found an inn. At the same time, the burning sun seemed tired after a day of tossing, and gradually fell into the mountains. The night slowly opened, and thousands of stars were dotted on it.
In the void, it is as bright as a pearl.
This inn is not big, with only a few tables and chairs. Those tables and chairs look old at first glance, and they are all shiny and look antique.
There were several people dining inside. When Chen Tian crossed the threshold and entered, he felt a few glances, but they quickly faded away.
Chen Tian glanced at the people who were dining indifferently, without saying anything. Through induction, he found that among those people, the one with the highest cultivation level was only at the spiritual master level.
"Boss, if you have anything to eat, please bring some up quickly." After saying that, Chen Tian walked towards a clean table and sat on a shiny chair.
The shopkeeper of this shop is quite old, his face is wrinkled and weathered, but he has a kind smile on his face, like an ordinary old man.
When he saw Chen Tianhou, a smile appeared on his face, and then he walked towards Chen Tianxing and said in a slightly hoarse voice: "The specialty dishes in our store include steamed..."
"Let me introduce the menu to you. Just order some of the most delicious ones." After interrupting the old man, Chen Tian touched his stomach, which had long been full of nausea, and said.
Cultivators are also human beings and they also need to eat. According to Chen Tian's cultivation level, he can go without eating for up to half a month. However, when he was in the misty forest, he was in a hurry and did not hunt the monsters.
Therefore, since he entered the Blood Tomb, he has not even touched a drop of water, and his stomach has already collapsed.
"Then just wait a moment, I'll go get ready."
Seeing Chen Tian like this, the smile on the old man's face became even stronger. After leaving these words, he went to the kitchen to prepare food for Chen Tian.
"Brother, the Qingyang Empire's triennial alchemy conference is about to begin. We have finally come here, so we can't miss this opportunity!" While Chen Tian was waiting, this weak message came from his right.
smell the sound.
Having reached Chen Tian's level of cultivation, his hearing is naturally very sharp and he could easily catch this sentence.
Looking towards the source of the sound, I found that the speakers were the same diners who had cast an inquisitive look at Chen Tiangang when he entered the room earlier. They were discussing in a low voice.
"The Qingyang Empire's triennial alchemy conference." A soft murmur came from his mouth, and then Chen Tian shook his head.
The first thing he has to do now is to find Hunmeng Luolian as soon as possible and let Wuming wake up as soon as possible. He is too lazy to join in such excitement.
"The Alchemy Conference is an annual grand event of the Qingyang Empire. There are many big names attending the event, and you can even meet many talented people. How can it be possible if you don't join in the excitement?"
A rough voice sounded. Although the speaker tried his best to lower his voice, the voice was still very loud because of his loud voice.
"Brother is right, and in our Qingyang Empire, Mr. Yingshi, who is known as the number one pharmacist, will also come to preside over the ceremony. If we can climb up to such a big shot, we will have no worries about food and clothing in the future."
"No, Mr. Shadow History really returned to the scene this year? I heard that Mr. Shadow History entered a state of seclusion after returning from the Blood City a year ago. Did he come out of seclusion?"
"I don't know about this, but if Master Yingshi comes out of seclusion, it is very likely that he has entered the fifth level from the fourth level. After all, he has stayed in the fourth level for more than ten years."
"Oh my God, if this is the case, then his status as the number one pharmacist in the Qingyang Empire will be even more difficult to shake."
When these words reached Chen Tian's ears, they finally caught his attention.
"Could it be that I entered the Blood Tomb for a full year?" Chen Tian's face was full of confusion, but the conversation between several people just now proved this point well.
"There is no distinction between day and night in the Blood Tomb. It seems that I really stayed in the Blood Tomb for a full year." Chen Tian sighed softly and murmured.
However, his complexion quickly returned to normal, and there was no trace of any emotional fluctuations.
"I didn't expect that old guy from Film History to have such prestige in the Qingyang Empire."
The corner of his mouth raised an evil arc, and Chen Tian's eyes flashed with brilliance, and he said: "In this case, then I really want to trample on you."
At this time, the old man who had entered the kitchen to prepare finally came over with the prepared meals. With a smile on his face, he placed the meals on Chen Tian's table.
"Shopkeeper, check out."
When the shopkeeper came out, several people who had been chatting happily before shouted this sentence, stood up one after another, left a few gold coins, and left without looking back.
"Sir, please take your time."
After a few people left, the old man left these words with a smile, then hunched over and walked to the table away from where those people were eating.
"Spiritual cultivators are generous with their spending, which is beyond the reach of ordinary people like us."
When he saw a few gold coins on the table, the old man held them in his trembling hands and said these words that were almost a sigh.
Although there are many spiritual practitioners in this world, there are more ordinary people. Those who cannot practice can only live an ordinary life, running around for three meals a day.
For spiritual practitioners, gold coins are just external possessions, but for ordinary people, they are the foundation for their livelihood. One gold coin is enough for them to live a comfortable life for half a year.
"With these few gold coins, my good granddaughter will have money to catch her again." Excited words came from the stranger's mouth.
Chen Tian, who was dining in Feng Zhuan Can Yun, naturally heard these words, but he didn't say anything more and enjoyed his delicious meal.
“Although this restaurant is not luxurious, the food is really good. I haven’t had such great food in a long time.”
Such words came out of Chen Tian's mouth, and then he started eating like crazy. The sound was loud and the speed was so fast that the old man was stunned.
"Don't be anxious, eat slowly, little old man, although this is not a big tavern, the home-cooked food is enough." Seeing Chen Tian's appearance, the old man reminded him kindly.
Hearing this, Chen Tian was a little embarrassed, but he didn't show it on his face. He nodded lightly, slowed down his eating speed, and at the same time praised the old man's good character.
Seeing Chen Tian's appearance, the old man shook his head and smiled, and then began to clear away the dishes on the table.
The store was very quiet, with the only sounds of the old man clearing away the dishes and Chen Tian eating silently.
"You old guy, it seems you took my words seriously, huh?"
At this time, an angry figure rushed in from outside, a thunderous roar sounded, and he roared at the old man.
The person who came in was a middle-aged man with a medium build, a scumbag face, dirty clothes, and the smell of alcohol all over his body. It was obvious at a glance that he was not a kind person.
"You're such an unfilial thing, but you still have the nerve to come back."
Seeing this middle-aged man, the old man's wrinkled face actually showed anger, and his body started to tremble, as if he was extremely angry.
"This is my home, why can't I come back? But you, why don't you do as the third master said, causing me to lose the opportunity to become a big tree."
The middle-aged man slapped the table hard, making a muffled sound, with an extremely unhappy look on his face.
Chen Tian, who was eating, was naturally attracted by the quarrel between the two and turned his head to look over there.
"Kid, what are you looking at? Close your dog eyes."
At this time, Chen Tian didn't show any breath, and looked just like the big boy next door. Therefore, when the middle-aged man saw him looking at him, he immediately scolded him.
In normal times, Chen Tian would definitely use his fists to teach the other person how to speak human language, but the old man left a good impression on him, and the middle-aged man seemed to have an entangled family relationship with the old man, so he did not
Without saying anything else, he lowered his head and ate his food.
"Grandpa, I'm back."
At this time, a clear and sweet voice sounded outside the door, and then a young girl, about sixteen or seventeen years old, dressed very simply and plainly, with a graceful figure and a pure and lovely appearance, crossed the threshold and entered the inn.
"Father."
When she entered the inn, the first thing she saw was the angry middle-aged man. Immediately, fear flashed in his eyes, and Nuonuo shouted, her voice trembling.
"You son of a bitch, uncle, I raised you to this age for nothing. How much food was wasted, and you actually dare to ruin my good deeds."
With an angry look on his face, the middle-aged man stepped forward in two steps, reached out and grabbed the girl's hair, and lifted it hard.
Her hair was pulled, and the girl didn't know whether she was crying because of the pain, or because she had a ruthless and unjust father. Tears flowed from her bright eyes without any impurities, but she didn't dare to resist, like a wounded kitten.
Trembling and towering.
"You unfilial son, stop it."
The old man was very angry, his rickety body trembled, and he looked extremely angry. He stepped forward, grabbed the middle-aged hand that was holding the girl's hair, and violently used all his strength, as if to break it open.
But a frail old man is not as strong as a vigorous middle-aged man. No matter how hard he tries, he will not let his hand move at all.
