Dao Fruit

Although he was suspicious, Qiu Yan didn't ask any more questions after that. The two drank and ate, and quickly cleared the table of food.

"I've eaten a lot of Shu cuisine in the past few days, and I have different feelings every time." Yan Yongjie patted his belly, looking satisfied.

"Of course," Qiu Yan said with a smile, "Someone in the previous dynasty once commented that the dishes from Shu are 'tasty and spicy'." Although he was not from Shu in his previous life, his avatar grew up here and inherited the memory. It is understood.

"Brother Qiu, do you know anything about the cooking skills?" After a while, the relationship between the two became closer.

Qiu Yan shook his head and said: "It's just talk on paper. If Brother Yan is free, you might as well stay in the city for a few days and try everywhere. Although Qingchang City is small, it has all the internal organs and will not let you down."

"That's not necessary. Since your family has entered the city, I will leave tomorrow to find immortality. There are large mountains and rivers to the south of Qingchang. I have long heard that immortals live there. I can't let it go." Yan Yongjie smiled. He smiled, took a few more bites, and then said, "Today you are the host. When you have the opportunity, you will leave Shu. If I fail to find immortality, I will invite you to taste the delicacies of other places, and Compared with Sichuan cuisine, each has its own merits. "

The two of them talked for a few more words, and seeing that it was getting late, they started to leave. However, before leaving, Qiu Yan asked the store owner to pack up all the noodles and buy them. Although Yan Yongjie was confused, he didn't ask any more questions. .

While walking on the road, Qiu Yan asked Yan Yongjie some martial arts questions, and he answered them one by one.

Although this Yan Yongjie is not at a high level and is only at the peak of foundation building, he has been immersed in martial arts all his life and has a deep knowledge and understanding of training and fighting styles. The truth he speaks is simple and profound, which really makes Qiu Yan gain a lot.

The two of them were walking and chatting, and Qiu Yan suddenly slapped his head: "Yes, I almost forgot. My ancestor handed down two pages that looked like martial arts secrets. The language was obscure and no one could understand it. Today I met Brother Yan. It’s fate, you might as well come over tomorrow and see if you can spot any clues.”

"Is there such a thing?" Yan Yongjie was stunned for a moment and nodded, "Okay, if you can trust me, Yan will do his best tomorrow."

The theory in this book page is of course false. It was a theory that Qiu Yan came up with to help Yan Yongjie.

The two took another two steps, and suddenly three men and women in ragged clothes rushed out from beside them. They were skinny and bones. They all raised their hands, with a look of longing on their skinny faces: "You two, please do me a favor and give me something to eat." …”

Their voices were as light as mosquitoes and weak.

Yan Yongjie felt compassion and wanted to reach into his arms to get some coins, but was stopped by Qiu Yan.

"Money is of little use." After Yan Yongjie stopped him, Qiu Yan took out a piece of dough from the oil paper bag, tore it into three pieces and distributed them to the three of them.

When the three of them saw the noodles, their eyes immediately lit up, they hurriedly thanked them, took them and wolfed them down.

"That's not okay," Qiu Yan shook his head. "It's not a good thing to swallow big mouthfuls after being hungry for a long time. But now that I say it, they won't listen, so I can only deal with it briefly."

As he spoke, people quickly gathered in the surrounding streets, but many victims came after hearing the news.

Yan Yongjie's expression changed slightly, and he was about to remind Qiu Yan, but unexpectedly, Qiu Yan suddenly stamped his foot!

There was a "boom" and the ground trembled slightly. The paving stones under Qiu Yan's feet were crushed to pieces and gravel flew.

Seeing this scene, the figures that were approaching quickly stopped and seemed to be about to retreat. Even the three people at the beginning showed fear on their faces and slowly moved back.

"There must be order." At this time, Qiu Yan spoke again, and at the same time unwrapped the oil paper package, revealing a stack of noodles. "This noodles is hard to swallow. You have been hungry for a few days and cannot eat more. I will divide it into several pieces." , give it to you, one by one, no confusion, no fighting.”

After being hungry for several days, the temptation of noodles is very great. Although they still have doubts, after a few people tried to come forward and received a small piece of noodles each, the others suddenly became anxious, but they were afraid. Yu Qiu Yan followed his words and stepped forward one after another. There was no confusion, which made Yan Yongjie watch in amazement.

He travels all over the country, and of course he knows that the victims are unruly, and if they are not careful, good things will turn into bad things, but now Qiu Yan makes bread with his hands, breaks the ground with his feet, and then talks about the rules, he actually makes the hungry people orderly and orderly.

"With this ability alone, you can at least become an official. My little brother is by no means a simple person. His achievements in the future will definitely not be simple."

After a while, the pile of noodles was gone.

Qiu Yan clapped his hands and looked at a hungry man holding a small piece of flour cake. Although the power of cause and effect on his body was loosened a lot, his heart became heavier and heavier, especially after seeing a few thin children. Frowning.

"Even if there is no entanglement of cause and effect, we can't just ignore it. However, now that the bread is distributed and there is nothing else to do, we should take a long-term approach and take it step by step."

With this in mind, he said hello and left with Yan Yongjie.

Behind the two people, ragged and hungry people stared at Qiu Yan's back with fear and gratitude. Following the sound of landing in the crowd, several older people knelt down and kowtowed.

"I didn't expect Brother Qiu to have the heart of a Bodhisattva." Yan Yongjie couldn't help but sigh with emotion on the way.

Qiu Yan shook his head and said: "It's just a coincidence, but such a small favor is not helpful. It is far from enough to help the victims."

"What Brother Qiu said makes sense," Yan Yongjie sighed after hearing this, and sighed: "These days, there is chaos everywhere, and there are already many hungry people in your city. When the postman arrives in two or three days, I'm afraid... It’s going to be chaos again.”

"Huh? What does Brother Yan mean by this?" Qiu Yan couldn't help but ask after hearing this.

"This place is located on the border, and it is inevitable that there will be a lack of information. This time I entered Shu from Guanzhong. I rode a fast horse all the way. It was faster than ordinary postmen, but it only took two or three days. Tomorrow and the next two days, the emperor will die. The message is probably about to be delivered.”

"What? The emperor passed away?" Qiu Yan couldn't help being surprised after hearing this.

This is not a small news, but a big news. Da Rui occupies the land of China and is destined by heaven. He is the orthodoxy of heaven and earth. The emperor of Da Rui is the Son of Heaven. His destiny connects heaven and earth. The emperor's death is the dragon's lair. Shifting, dragon veins turning over, if you encounter troubled times or prosperous times, celestial phenomena and strange phases will even appear in endlessly.

Yan Yongjie nodded and said, "Yes, obituaries will be sent to various government offices in the near future. There is also chaos in Guanzhong right now. I heard that the prince ascended the throne and promoted the famous black-faced husband. People say that the young emperor is going to reform. The country is going to be in chaos, and people are panicking.”

"Dark-faced gentleman? Reform?"

Qiu Yan frowned. His predecessor was confined to Shu, and he focused on studying. He didn't have a clear understanding of the general trend of the world, but this black-faced gentleman still knew it.

Xianggong, in this world, not only means husband, but also an honorific title. Generally, scholars with a good reputation can also be called Xianggong, but when this word is used in the court, it is no small matter. It refers to the prime minister or prime minister.

This black-faced Xianggong, whose surname was Wang, was originally a literary master. Later, he came to the imperial court to worship the prime minister and became unique. Because of his dark life and his selflessness, he even criticized his own brother for committing crimes. Over time, he became known as the black-faced Xianggong.

However, Qiu Yan frowned, not because he was dissatisfied with the black-faced Xianggong, but because he was thinking about the impact of this incident on himself. Although he was a scholar and the affairs of the court had nothing to do with him, he would have to take the imperial examination in the future. In order to understand the cause and effect of the body, one must have a certain understanding of the court's policies, so that during the imperial examination, one can seek advantages and avoid disadvantages, and be targeted.

"It doesn't matter that the emperor is dead. There are two governments in Da Rui. It is the two governments that govern the country and control the government. The imperial examination issue has always been a weather vane, and it demonstrates the opinions of the two governments. If we really want to change the law..."

After bidding farewell to Yan Yongjie, Qiu Yan meditated along the way, then went to the inn to say hello to Liu Huai and others, then headed north of the city, walking through the streets and alleys, and soon came to a small dilapidated courtyard.

The door of this courtyard was crooked, and the door lock fell to the ground. It seemed that someone had knocked it off.

When Qiu Yan saw it, his heart moved. He raised his hand and pushed it, and the door fell aside.

"We were actually robbed? Whose thief is this? He didn't even spare such a dilapidated yard... Bad! Book!"

Suddenly, he was frightened, thought of something, ran towards the yard, and rushed straight into a side room.

The lock of this room had also been smashed. He raised his hand and pushed it open. Qiu Yan immediately breathed a sigh of relief when he saw the scene inside.