Ten Righteous Tea Spills
There are many guests in the building, and you have to pay extra to go to the private room on the second floor.
Lu Denghe was about to say that they were looking for someone, but the old man responded readily and sat down at a table at the edge of the lobby. Lu Denghe was confused and watched him order two bowls of noodles.
The waiter narrowed his eyes and said, "Okay, two bowls of our signature noodles. I guarantee you'll be satisfied."
Lu Denghe looked at the various guests around him. They were dressed in a variety of ways. They probably came from all over the world for the Queen Mother's Banquet.
As I was waiting, a burly man roared and overturned the table, spilling the food and oil all over the floor. His face was full of alcohol, as if he was drunk. He shouted: "I don't need money, bring me some wine!"
The shopkeeper bowed repeatedly, groaning inwardly. His shop was incredibly prosperous thanks to its Northern Yan Liquor brand, but somehow something had gone wrong with the supply, and the new batch hadn't arrived yet, forcing him to resort to this desperate measure of limiting sales. If he had known this would happen, he would have simply stopped selling it.
Yao City was a hodgepodge of people, all kinds of people, and monks were gathered there. Before the strong man could destroy the bowls of noodles on other people's tables, someone on the second floor jumped down, pulled the troublemaker away, and threw him into the corner of the wall with a swift and decisive move: "Stop!"
The man, dressed in a blue brocade robe and seemingly barely a man of age, glared angrily, "You're bullying the weak and getting drunk and throwing tantrums. What kind of morality are you practicing? Why don't you apologize to the shop owner right now?"
The big man didn't check for a moment and was caught red-handed. He stood up in a panic, feeling humiliated. He stiffened his neck and cursed, "Who the hell are you? You're only at the early stage of the Golden Core Realm. After I deal with you, I'll smash this shabby shop!"
The blue-robed monk's face darkened upon hearing this. "You're making a false argument! We have our own rules. Drink if you want, drink. If you don't, get out! We don't want to have our northern wine wasted by someone like you!"
He was actually a monk from the northern border.
Lu Denghe saw a long sword on his back, its scabbard black with gold patterns, richly decorated and obviously worth a fortune. There seemed to be a familiar round embroidery on the corner of his robe, but he couldn't see it clearly because the man moved so quickly.
——In the blink of an eye, the two of them started fighting in the store.
The Golden Core realm is a grand state, divided into four stages: early, middle, late, and great perfection. The gap between each stage is as vast as a chasm. The troublemaker scoffed at the blue-robed cultivator's early Golden Core stage, but Lu Denghe heard from the ancestor that he was only in the middle Golden Core stage, a mere half-pound of the same.
Even before he overturned the table, some of the patrons had left, and the remaining tables of people who were watching the fun were all sitting quietly in their seats. It seemed that they thought the two of them were watching a cricket fight.
Only the shop owner was really worried, because what he lost was his own hard-earned money. If the blue-robed monk won, it would be fine, but if he lost, it would be even worse.
The difference in realms is obvious; not everyone can play the pig and eat the tiger. If anyone can cross the realm and win, what is the point of the difference in realms?
The blue-robed monk took two powerful blows from the large man and retreated several steps, his face showing signs of strain. Seeing the other man reaching into his bosom, as if to retrieve a magical weapon, he dared not delay and drew his sword—a sharp, icy gleam flashed across his face, revealing a truly exceptional sword.
"The place is too small, I can't display my skills." Lu Yinche whispered.
The shopkeeper must be shouting in his heart at this moment: The store is too small, you two ancestors, please go out and fight!
"A poor swordsman!" The big man sneered, and took out a stack of yellow paper talismans from his arms - he was actually a rare talisman cultivator.
This actually fits the stereotype.
It's a common saying: Nine out of ten sword cultivators are poor. This is because the cost of entry is extremely low; only a sword is needed, and even children from humble backgrounds can practice.
However, the impression Fu Xiu left on people was exactly the opposite.
Aside from a few powerful individuals who could instantly create talismans, ordinary talisman practitioners required cinnabar, yellow paper, or even the essence of their heart and blood as mediums for their spells. Once they began to cast spells, their movements were as unstoppable as celestial flowers, and without a strong financial foundation, they simply couldn't afford to do so. The finished talismans could also be used as a sideline, selling talismans for pregnancy protection and those guaranteeing passing exams, bringing in a lucrative income.
However, the talisman practitioners that Lu Denghe had seen in the storybooks all had an immortal look and were as thin as bamboo. He had never seen anyone as broad-shouldered and full of energy as the man in front of him.
Seeing the talisman in the talisman cultivator's hand flashing with spiritual light, the blue-clothed sword cultivator knew that something was wrong. He turned the sword tip sharply and cut directly at the opponent's wrist holding the talisman, with an extremely clear intention to interrupt.
This was correct, but his speed was not fast enough. A talisman that was effective due to the enrichment of spiritual power turned into silver-blue and dissipated in the air.
Instantly, the chill intensified, and a thin layer of frost formed on the spot where the soup had been spilled. Several icicles appeared out of thin air, bearing down on the swordsman's face. He was forced to abandon attack and defend, using his sword to block the sharp icicles.
The sword flashed, and he dodged and evaded. His body movements and footwork were quite remarkable.
Lu Yinche was just about to tell Lu Denghe not to just watch the fun and learn something, but he saw that the sword moves performed by the blue-clothed swordsman were somewhat familiar. But the next second, the swordsman swung his sword again and the familiar feeling disappeared.
Lu Yinche frowned slightly.
Isn't that my sword move?
The scene was very lively.
Sword energy sliced through the air, creating sharp, piercing sounds. Talismans of all colors scattered like a flock of butterflies, exploding in a flurry. Loud noises and blinding flashes echoed one after another, shaking the entire hall.
Another square table was caught in the accident. It was bounced and kicked back and forth. It broke in the air under the weight, and wood chips and porcelain pieces flew everywhere, affecting the seated spectators.
Someone flicked his robe sleeves lightly, and a gentle energy surged out, forming a translucent air shield in front of him, and the wood chips fell to the ground when they hit it.
A man in gray at the next table was even more calm. He casually held the bamboo chopsticks in his hand and, with a few soft "ding ding" sounds, he steadily deflected several sharp fragments that were flying towards him - he shook his hands and continued to eat his plain noodles.
The fight was intense, and the blue-clothed swordsman was clearly at a disadvantage.
His sword was indeed dazzling, but there was always a certain sluggishness and awkwardness in his swing, and the moves could not be smoothly connected, so the power was greatly reduced.
On the other hand, the talisman cultivator, although strong in build, had surprisingly smooth and swift movements. He was very skilled in using talismans. He used an ice talisman to slow down the sword cultivator's movements, and then an explosive talisman to bombard the place where the sword cultivator stood. The effect was strange and difficult to defend against.
"boom!"
Another burst of energy exploded, mixed with the aftermath of sword energy. Lu Denghe's sleeves flew off, and he quickly covered his forehead, glancing at his ancestor out of the corner of his eye.
Others have shown off, old man, can you show off your skills too?
Lu Yinche didn't know what this cowardly descendant was thinking. He had a calm expression and casually picked up the coarse porcelain cup on the table which still had half a cup of tea left in it.
With a seemingly casual flick of his wrist, the tea in the cup spilled out.
As soon as the tea left the cup, it became crystal clear in an instant. Every drop seemed to contain the sharpness of splitting mountains and splitting rocks. The water droplets drew a crystal arc in the air, and then extended incredibly, turning into a light curtain as thin as a cicada's wing but extremely tough. The spiritual power of the talisman and the aftermath of the sword energy all disappeared like a drop of water in the sea.
The fight came to an abrupt end.
The blue-clothed sword cultivator and the talisman cultivator both paused and looked towards the source of the light curtain - the young cultivator who had been quietly drinking tea and seemed to be out of the matter.
Lu Yinche said with a smile: "Boss, why is the Yangchun noodles for our table not ready yet? I want two bowls, with extra noodles."
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Lu Denghe held the bowl, hesitating for a moment, but ultimately decided that words shouldn't suffocate a living person. He picked up and then put down the fried egg in the bowl, but ultimately couldn't help but lean over to his ancestor and whispered, "Ancestor, what you just said was so..."
Before he could finish his words, a pair of chopsticks was already placed in front of him, just blocking his approaching face.
Lu Yinche didn't even raise his eyelids: "Eat your noodles."
Needless to say, this noodle shop is truly exceptional. A coarse porcelain bowl holds a rich, milky bone broth, dotted with golden, translucent oil, a rich, savory flavor. The noodles, each distinct, slender, and evenly proportioned, are a translucent jade-white hue. They're smooth, supple, and springy. The broth, upon entering, not only warms the stomach but also releases a gentle, pure spiritual energy, leaving a soothing sensation throughout the body. This is far from the ordinary, crude food that fills the stomachs of ordinary people.
Lu Denghe worked hard, producing one bowl after another, vividly interpreting what it meant to "a young boy who eats his father out of money."
Lu Yinche drank the soup in his bowl slowly and leisurely, his eyes showing the kindness of an old ancestor - if this kid really ate up all the money for travel, it would be a good idea to force him to wash dishes in the kitchen to pay off the debt.
Oh, no. The kitchen is probably overcrowded now.
The man who had caused trouble earlier was now quietly washing dishes. A cultivator who had reached the Golden Core stage stood nearby. He wore the standard robes of the City Lord's Mansion and didn't think the job was overkill. He chatted with the kitchen staff.
This brings us to Yaocheng’s unique governance mechanism.
The position of city lord has been held for generations by the Qin family, the city's largest aristocratic family. Their ancestry can be traced back to a legendary maidservant who served the Queen Mother. Whether this origin is true or not, the family has flourished on this land for thousands of years.
This is a matriarchal clan that is extremely rare in the world today. Therefore, all the city lords of Yaocheng, without exception, are women with extraordinary skills.
Just now, Lu Yinche's casual splash forcibly divided the battlefield and instantly calmed the situation.
The talisman cultivator was blocked by the light curtain, and was about to explode with rage. He opened his mouth to yell, "Which pretentious freak is meddling in other people's business again?" But when his eyes met Lu Yinche's overly calm face, his heart suddenly shuddered - he couldn't see through the other party's cultivation level at all!
He still has the survival wisdom of picking the softest persimmon to squeeze.
The man's mind raced, contemplating a few harsh words to save his face before escaping. However, the city's impromptu security team, assembled to maintain order at the Queen Mother's Banquet, had already arrived upon hearing the news. The ensuing developments were predictable.
Bringing the culprit to justice was naturally a welcome outcome for the onlookers. As for the blue-robed swordsman who had intervened, the shop owner testified to his good intentions, so the security team allowed him to proceed without further hindrance and quickly let him go.
The lobby was a mess, with damaged tables, chairs, and dishes. Naturally, the compensation bill fell entirely on Fu Xiu. Paying the money wasn't the worst part; the worst part was, he had to do menial work for a few days as punishment.
Lu Denghe watched with a heart-warming joy, feeling that evil would be punished, justice evident. He lifted the coarse porcelain bowl and drank the last sip of the soup, then raised his head with a lingering feeling. His eyes swept across to the other side, and he couldn't help but be slightly startled.
The "hill" of empty bowls in front of the gray-robed monk at the next table was actually several inches taller than the person sitting there.
Lu Denghe's mind instantly flashed with the man's calm look as he just picked up the chopsticks and easily blocked the flying debris.
No matter how delicious the noodles are, to be able to eat them in this quantity is obviously beyond the appetite of ordinary people.
What's more - Lu Denghe glanced at the blue-robed swordsman sitting next to the gray-robed monk, and was surprised in his heart, are these two people together?
He was still speculating, when he saw his ancestor, Lu Yinche, put down his chopsticks, stood up, and walked straight to the table of the two men. Lu Yinche's eyes fell on the blue-robed swordsman, and he said calmly, "Excuse me, my dear friends. I've noticed your swordsmanship and it strikes me as quite interesting. Could you please tell me who your master is?"
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