The wind blows gently.
It rained continuously.
Just like coming to Shenguo that day.
Jiang Xuan, one man and one horse, walked on the official road of Lan Kingdom.
"Store, may I ask what the name of this place is and how far it is from Ancient Water City?"
Come noon.
Jiang Xuan was not picky, so he just found a roadside shop and sat down.
Of course.
It is said to be a small shop, but in fact it is just a shed with a sign hanging on a tree.
Take a look inside the store again.
There was an old man standing guard in front of the stove, who seemed to be the store owner and chef, and a little girl in her late teens, who was the granddaughter of the old man or something else, was responsible for serving tea and dishes to the guests in the store.
It is now noon.
There were four tables of guests sitting here and there, people coming from the south and people going north.
Take a look at it.
There is a traveling merchant sitting at the table in front of him, and there is a bearer next to him.
As for the remaining three tables.
They seemed to be a nearby theater troupe, driving two large cars, and they sounded like they were going to celebrate the birthday of an old rich man.
"This place."
"This place is called Heze. It's not a big place, it just has some lotus flowers, reeds and the like."
Hear Jiang Xuan’s inquiry.
While flipping the frying spoon, the old shopkeeper responded: "The ancient water city is not very close. It is seven or eight hundred miles away. I see you came here on horseback. If you are not in a hurry, it will only take two or three days."p>
In ancient times, there was an express service of six hundred miles or an express service of eight hundred miles.
It's just one day and one night, changing people and horses, and you have to ride eight hundred miles.
But that thing is mostly used to transmit important official documents. At least three or four people and seven or eight horses need to be replaced in a day, otherwise the horses will be exhausted.
Horseback riding normally.
A horse that can run three to four hundred miles a day is a rare good horse.
As for the divine horse that travels a thousand times a day and eight hundred times a night.
Just listen to it. This kind of horse has been heard of but never seen even in the desert, let alone the Lan country, which does not produce many horses.
"Seven or eight hundred miles!"
Jiang Xuan nodded secretly: "It's only two days' journey."
The other side.
Seeing that Jiang Xuan was dusty and he didn't look like a local, the old shop owner was also curious: "Sir, where are you from, but you are going to Ancient Water City to participate in the annual Dragon Sacrifice Meeting?"p>
"Dragon Sacrifice?"
Jiang Xuan, let alone the ancient water city, had never even heard of the Lan Kingdom before, so how could he know such local customs?
But I heard the words "Dragon Sacrifice Meeting".
He still subconsciously thought of Shen Taizu who went to sea from ancient water city. Is the reason why he went to sea from here related to this Dragon Sacrifice Meeting?
"Staff, you'd better cook the noodles quickly, we're all going to starve to death."
Listen to the two chatting endlessly.
A middle-aged steward in the troupe couldn't help but said: "Foreigners, you don't need to ask about the Dragon Sacrifice Meeting, it's all a lie."
"How to say?"
Jiang Xuan was most interested in these mysterious things. While asking, he did not forget to greet the store owner: "These tables will be charged to me."
Speaking.
Turning his hand and throwing it behind him, a silver bean the size of a mung bean arced through the air and landed accurately in the money bowl in front of the stove.
"Oh, what a handsome kung fu, brother is still a good practitioner."
Although the middle-aged steward thought he was young, he did not dare to underestimate him now. He said hurriedly: "This Dragon Sacrifice Association is actually hundreds of years old. It is said that a long time ago, a grain transport ship encountered a big storm when it went out to sea.
It was a little white dragon that saved everyone.
Since then, ancient Shuicheng has had the tradition of worshiping dragons. On Dragon Sacrifice Day, dragon-shaped pancakes are steamed to pray for good weather and good harvests.
Of course.
No one knows whether it is true or not. They only know that after the Dragon Sacrifice Day, all the grain merchants in the city became rich.
Ordinary people are reluctant to eat white noodles even once a year, but these days, every household goes to the grain store. Even if they have no money, they still need to borrow money to buy noodles, make dragon cakes, and participate in the Dragon Sacrifice Ceremony. You say you bought it, but how can you sell it?
Yeah."
The tone is full of sarcasm.
It can be seen that the middle-aged manager is not interested in the so-called dragon sacrifice and eating dragon cakes on the day of dragon sacrifice.
"Your Majesty, your face."
Here we go.
The old shop over there also makes noodles well.
Because of its proximity to the sea, Lan Country is not poor, but also very wealthy.
Especially fish, shrimp, crab and the like. Take this bowl of seafood noodles for example. There are more fish and shrimps than noodles. Obviously, the price here is that seafood is cheaper than rice and noodles.
"Dragon Sacrifice Meeting!"
Eating seafood noodles.
Jiang Xuan is very interested in the Dragon Sacrifice Society.
As for whether the noodles can be eaten, is this a black shop?
Don’t worry, you’ll know by looking at the oil stains on the table that this is an old roadside shop.
More importantly.
If this was a shady shop or if there were irregularities, traveling merchants and theater troupes would not come.
Don't underestimate these two.
Whether it’s traveling businessmen or theater troupes, they all eat from all over the world.
Which one is a black shop and which one is economical? These two groups are well-connected. Don’t look down on them because you are a gangster.
They are the ancestors.
"Boss, bring me a pot of wine and two bowls of noodles."
Eat and drink.
Two more people on horseback came from a distance.
Jiang Xuan looked up.
The older one has a scarred face, looks to be in his early forties, and carries a big knife on his back.
Look again.
There is also a badge hanging on Scar's waist, with the word "Chai" written on it. No need to ask, this is a bounty hunter registered with the government.
"Dad..."
One old and one young, the younger one is around 20, looks like the son of Scarke: "Do you think Ban Yue Langjun will come to Ancient Water City? We have been looking for him for half a year and can't find him anymore. Gao Xiangguo's side
It’s not easy to explain.”
Hear the sound.
Dao Scarke smiled coldly: "Although Ancient Water City is a small place, ten years ago, Lin Zhentian, a man with magical powers who shook the south, appeared. This person was also powerful enough. He was able to win over and suppress, and he actually made him the ancient
With Shuicheng as its foundation, it radiated to six prefectures and twenty-seven counties, and a large force called the Nanwu League was created.
What a pity.
I am a hero but I am a coward.
His son Lin Xuan is just an ignorant playboy who relies on his father's reputation.
I've already done some research.
Ban Yue Langjun, a prostitute, has repeatedly encountered obstacles at the hands of the Southern Martial Alliance in the past few years. Now the Lin family will announce an alliance with the Qin family at the Dragon Sacrifice Meeting, and Lin Xuan will marry Qin Xueer, the legitimate daughter of the Qin family. Ban Yue Lang Jun
I’m sure I won’t be able to sit still.
When the time comes, let's give him a mantis to catch the cicada, with the oriole behind, and catching the thief in Ban Yue will not only gain the appreciation of Gao Xiangguo, but also make the Lin family owe a favor."
Listen to the mutterings of the two.
Jiang Xuan couldn't help but look back.
It's not that he's interested in some half-moon prostitute, but Lin Zhennan, who rose to prominence ten years ago.
If he remembers correctly.
Ten years ago, it was also the day when Shen Taizu secretly left seclusion and sailed from the ancient water city.
Lin Zhennan, who suddenly rose to prominence, could not be the person he was looking for, the man who drove a sea-going ship and took Shen Taizu out to sea.
It's very possible.
Lin Zhennan's son is getting married next month. From this, it can be inferred that Lin Zhennan himself should be rushing to reach forty.
Ten years ago.
He is most likely around thirty.
How can a person with little fame soar to the sky in his thirties.
There is only one answer.
That is when he met an expert.
Chapter completed!