coobybook Chapter 941 Yan Xuan
Chapter 941 Yan Xuan
"So, there are plenty of places to eat here?!"
Changqing licked his lips, and his stomach growled. He had eaten leaves along the way, and now, thinking back on it, it was bitter, like a nightmare from hell.
The group soon arrived outside the city gate. Perhaps due to the flood, there were many refugees gathered around, and the guards patiently drove them away.
Changqing was unusually generous this time, taking out all the hardened steamed buns from his space and distributing them, totaling over a hundred pounds.
“…” Sun Ming’en never expected that the other party was such a foodie, having prepared so much food. What were the tree leaves they had been eating all along the way…?
Changqing felt a sharp pain in his back, but pretended not to see it and continued riding his donkey and grazing.
The city gate guards' eyes lit up when they saw Sun Ming'en; this long queue was enough to earn them a hefty fee for passing through.
Sun Ming'en and his men skillfully led the guard captain to a corner. In just a few moments, when they returned, the captain's smile was as radiant as a chrysanthemum in late autumn. They didn't do much checking; they just went through the motions and let the caravan go.
As Changqing rode past on his donkey, he clearly saw that the sergeant was holding at least several ounces of gold ingots.
After the caravan was settled and the five people were put in their rooms, and an array was set up, Changqing, full of curiosity, went with Sun Ming'en to the restaurant not far away.
Since Changqing was treating, Sun Ming'en didn't stand on ceremony. They climbed to the top of the restaurant, where the view was spectacular. Under the afterglow of the setting sun, countless towering pavilions rose from the ground, and the smoke from cooking fires added a hazy feeling to this seemingly endless city. It was the first time the two little ones from the Han family had seen such a magnificent city, and a sense of pride welled up within them. As they looked around, they kept pointing at the various pavilions, their eyes dazzled by the dazzling array of sights. It wasn't until the dishes started to be served that they reluctantly turned their gaze away.
"So, there are such stunningly beautiful sights in the world!" Han Zijin suddenly blurted out a remark that seemed out of character for his age.
Sun Ming'en chuckled: "What's so special about this? They say that the sun and moon shine on the golden and silver terraces, and the celestial palaces cannot be seen. Perhaps the pavilions where immortals reside are the most beautiful sights on earth." His gaze intentionally or unintentionally drifted towards Chang Qing.
The two little ones blinked their big eyes, full of curiosity.
Changqing rolled her eyes at Sun Mingen, who wanted to listen but used the child as a cover—shameless!
"The higher you climb, the colder it gets; dancing with your shadow, how can it compare to being in the human world!" Changqing shook his head and sighed. Unlike the three who were looking at the distant pavilions and towers, he instead focused his gaze on the street vendors. He called out to a candied hawthorn vendor, ordered three candied hawthorns, threw down some money, and ordered the waiter to bring them over.
That serene and tranquil demeanor stunned Sun Ming'en, and her words drew the attention of a group of young people at a nearby table.
The table was filled with men and women, all young and handsome, with clear and unblemished faces; they were clearly not ordinary people. Changqing had already noticed them, but hadn't paid them much attention.
The waiter came running up, panting, and put down the candied hawthorn. Changqing took the change as a tip for the waiter.
The two little ones each got a skewer, and Changqing gave the remaining one to Sun Ming'en, leaving the latter quite surprised: "Brother Ji, do you perhaps think I'm a child?"
Sun Ming'en was joking.
"Isn't that right? You're at most nineteen this year, always acting all mature with me. I think you're just a big kid~" Changqing placed the candied hawthorn in Sun Ming'en's palm, looking like he knew right from wrong.
“Yes, Uncle Ji~” Sun Ming’en’s words sounded like a joke, but they didn’t seem insincere.
The steamed boneless fish has no muddy taste at all. Its sweetness and the aroma brought out by the rich seasonings intertwine, leaving a lingering aftertaste.
He downed a mouthful of strong liquor, let out a long sigh, and slumped back in his chair without any regard for appearances, as if he had always been like this, completely devoid of any otherworldly air, but rather exuding a sense of carefree ease.
Such a sight inevitably drew a pair of beautiful eyes that sparkled with admiration.
The two little ones were wolfing down the delicious food in front of them when they suddenly felt a fragrant breeze. When they looked up, they saw a light veil blowing over their heads, and a flowing sleeve with a bluish-green hue in the sunset had climbed up Changqing's shoulder.
"Young master, you seem to be a man of strong character. May I ask where you learned your master?" A woman with a bewitching face peeked out from beside Changqing's cheek, exuding extreme charm.
"You flatter me, fairy. I am just an ordinary mortal. How could I possibly bear the title of young master? I travel all over the country to make a living and have no master." Changqing deftly dodged the woman's hand and broke free from the chair.
"I see a scholarly air about you, young master. Could you perhaps be a scholar from an academy?" Seeing that Changqing was about to retort, the extremely alluring woman immediately said, "Young master, don't try to deny it. Such an air is rare among mortals. Why don't you have a drink with Yixuan?"
Changqing's eyes darted around, and he shrugged like a rogue: "Is it my fault? Since a fairy is not a mortal, how could she bother a mortal like me? Wouldn't that be beneath her dignity?"
The woman was taken aback, not expecting that a loud slamming sound came from not far away: "How dare you! Fairy Yan has already shown you great favor by inviting a mortal like you to the banquet, yet you still dare to make such a fuss, you truly have no sense of death! How dare you offend Fairy Yan's name, do you perhaps have a death wish?"
The Han siblings, who had been eating voraciously, were startled by the shout. Sun Ming'en, however, continued eating his candied hawthorns as if nothing had happened, while curiously observing the unfolding situation out of the corner of his eye.
Changqing squinted, feeling both amused and exasperated. Judging from the aura these people had just unleashed, they were all at the Opening Sea Realm, not particularly strong, and all only around 20 years old. They were likely rising stars from various sects, and their arrogant and domineering attitudes were quite unpleasant.
However, seeing them reminded me of Li Mengyu and He Niaoniao, who were already much older and more skilled than these guys.
This phenomenon is quite interesting. As a second-grade sect, there is still a significant gap between the disciples with the highest cultivation level and those of the main sect. However, the cultivation level of the latest generation of young disciples of the Yuling Sect is much higher than that of the main sect, which is quite strange.
At this moment, while in the mortal realm, it was inconvenient to reveal his cultivation level. Fortunately, Changqing had many tricks up his sleeve. He waved his hand with a slightly panicked expression and said, "How dare I disobey the immortal's order? However, I am just a mortal. How can I sit at the same table as the immortals? Just in time, I have a bottle of century-old wine here. Consider it as a way to entertain the immortals!"
Seeing this, the young men's expressions softened. They thought this person was sensible, so they didn't bother with him and instead began to fawn over Yan Yixuan.
Changqing walked over and rummaged through the large shopping bag that Sun Mingen was carrying. Sun Mingen kept chewing on a candied hawthorn and looked at Changqing's busy figure with a lot of questions. He hadn't prepared to buy any alcohol!
Unexpectedly, Changqing arrived with a jar of wine, all smiles, and placed it on the table. Several young cultivators were about to send Changqing away, but Yan Yixuan kept him and invited him to drink a cup with everyone.