On the official road outside Chang'an City, a young man in black walked slowly and stopped in front of a breakfast stall.
This young man has handsome features, a tall figure, a heroic spirit, and an outstanding temperament. The stall owner, Lao Li Tou, secretly praised the young man's appearance and said with a smile: "Sir, please come in and take a seat. I'll be ready soon."
He opened the soup pot and put down the wontons, but Mo Li went inside and found a seat to sit down.
After running around all night, he was already hungry.
It was early in the morning, summer had not yet fully risen, and the grass and trees on the ground were still covered with dew from last night. The breeze was blowing, and the coolness hit your face. It can be said to be the most comfortable time of the day.
But Mo Li had no intention of enjoying it, he was still thinking about Yin Liting.
He was hit by Cheng Kun's phantom yin finger last night. Although he has strong qi and blood and masculine internal energy, he is specialized in this kind of yin-cold martial arts, but it always takes some time to use the qigong to drive away the cold. In fact, he only used half of it.
With a cup of tea, he was able to expel all the Huanyin Finger Power, but when he chased Yin Liting in the direction he left until the sky was clear, he still couldn't catch up.
Fortunately, Chang'an City was ahead of him, and he relaxed a little. After all, there were many people in Chang'an City, and even if someone wanted to do harm to Yin Liting, they had to worry about being seen. No one would know about killing Wudang disciples in the wilderness.
But the prosperous city is still bright and clear. If you dare to kill a Wudang disciple, do you really think that the sword of the Wudang Sect will not see blood?!
"Sir, that's it!"
Lao Li brought a bowl full of meat wontons and placed it in front of Mo Li's table. Mo Li smelled the fragrant aroma and his stomach rumbled. He didn't hesitate, he picked up his chopsticks and began to eat in large pieces.
This wonton is full of ingredients, and when you bite into it, the mutton filling inside is so delicious and chewy that it makes you unsatisfied.
After eating a large bowl of meat wontons in three mouthfuls, Li Li couldn't help shouting: "Boss, let's have another bowl."
"Okay, guest."
Old Li Tou saw that he seemed easy to talk to, and while eating wontons, he smiled and said: "Young Master, you must be a young master from some house, you can actually wear black clothes."
"Wearing black means you are a young master? How do you say this?" Moli felt strange.
When talking about the value of status, we should look at the fabric style of the clothes. As for the color, it must be the purple, bright yellow, and black clothes commonly used by dignitaries. When did clothes become symbols of status?
The old man Li smiled and said: "Old man, I have been working here all my life. I have been to all the three religions and nine schools. I have seen all the dignitaries. Sir, you have an extraordinary bearing. Plus, this black clothes, even if you have money, you can't buy it now...
"
Seeing Li Moli smile disapprovingly, he couldn't help but frown and said: "Master, you think the old man is telling lies, but do you know that there was a big battle on Zhongnan Mountain yesterday. It is said that So-and-so Li fought against a man named Yang...
"
"Mo Li to Yang Xiao." Mo Li answered.
"Yes, yes, yes, it's Mo Li versus Yang Xiao!"
Old Li nodded repeatedly and said: "It is said that Mo Li is very young and his sword skills are very good. They say he is the sword god alive! He wore black clothes yesterday and defeated that Yang with one sword...
Yang Xiao, those young people have gone crazy. Yesterday they went down the mountain and rushed to buy black clothes. Now in the city, you can’t even buy a piece of black clothes for ten taels of silver!"
He looked at Mo Li up and down and said with a smile: "Master, are you also imitating the sword god Mo Li in your outfit?"
Hearing this, Mo Li couldn't help but feel amused. He said seriously: "I said I am the Sword God Mo Li. Do you believe me, old man?"
"Sir, please don't lie to me. He is a swordsman and carries a sword at his waist. You still need one!"
Old Li shook his head and said: "Besides, this morning I have already met more than one person claiming to be the Sword God Mo Li. Please stop teasing me. Hey, the wontons are ready!"
He hurriedly opened the lid of the pot and fished out the wontons, but Mo Li couldn't laugh or cry when he heard this. Okay, he claimed his identity as a majestic sword god, but he turned out to be a fake...
But he lowered his head and looked at his waist, and he felt that it was right. Is there a sword god? Who doesn't carry a sword?
Old Li Tou brought the wontons over and said, "Master, please use them slowly."
Mo Li thanked him and was about to use his chopsticks when something suddenly moved in his heart and he asked: "Old man, I wonder if you have seen a young man dressed as a Taoist passing by while you are setting up a stall here. He must be a little lost."
"A man dressed as a Taoist?"
Old Li smiled and said: "Young Master, you are asking the right person. Just half an hour ago, there was such a person passing by Xiao Lao'er, and he was holding two swords!
But he was a little crazy. Before the sun came up, he asked the little old man to bring him wine. This was a breakfast stall, not a tavern. If there was any wine available for him, he told him to go to Fuji Restaurant.
You’ll definitely get some wine!”
"Fuji Restaurant?" Li Li frowned.
Old Li nodded and said: "Young master, you don't know something. Gu Songli, the son of the Gu family, a wealthy businessman in the city, is said to be a good friend of the sword god Mo Li who won the duel yesterday. In order to celebrate his friend's victory, he started to
, we set up a running-water banquet at Fuji Restaurant, and I heard it will last for three days!"
Gu Songli!
When Li Li heard this name, he couldn't help but smile. That day in the restaurant, this kid wanted to save him from the Green Winged Bat King.
Unexpectedly, what he said as a joke that day would actually be taken seriously and he actually held a three-day feast.
But, will Uncle Six go?
He was not sure, but decided to take a look. After all, he was unfamiliar with the place in Chang'an City. Instead of wasting his efforts to search alone, it would be better to trouble Gu Songli, a local snake, who would definitely be more efficient than him.
Wanting to understand this, he finished the bowl of meat wontons in three times, leaving a small ingot of silver behind, and then hurried towards the city.
"Hey, guest, you gave me too much!"
Old Li Tou looked at the ingot of silver and hurriedly shouted out, but as far as he could see, there was no trace of Mo Li anywhere.
"I would like to express my gratitude to the old man for showing me the way."
Mo Li's voice came from afar. Old Li took a closer look and saw that there was still no one. He was suddenly startled. This... this is such a ghost in broad daylight?!
There are many people in Chang'an City.
After all, there had just been a duel yesterday, and most of the powerful people in the world had rested in Chang'an City before they had time to leave.
Mo Li found out that Old Li Tou had said a lot. There were indeed many young people in black clothes and swords in the city, so many that it would be inconspicuous for Mo Li to leave them in there.
Some people even touched the sword on their waist with pride after seeing him, as if they were despising Mo Li for pretending to be a sword god who didn't even have a sword.
Mo Li really didn't know whether to laugh or cry, but he was in a hurry to find Yin Liting and didn't bother to argue with these people.