Lingyun, Abao, and the others had eaten their fill at the Great Zhao Palace and were now lazily leaning back in their chairs to digest.
Emperor Zhao Zhengyang of the Great Zhao Dynasty asked with a smile:
"Are you all satisfied with the imperial meal, esteemed immortal masters?"
Ling Yun and the others nodded in satisfaction.
"As expected of imperial cuisine, in terms of taste, it is no less than the Twelve Delicacies of Ziyang!"
"Yes, it's unbelievable that I, Abao, could one day dine with His Majesty the Emperor!"
"Brother Emperor, can we often have imperial meals with you?"
"..."
Zhao Zhengyang smiled and took out a golden token, placing it on the little white fox's paw:
"With this token, you can now freely enter and leave the palace. You can come and eat whenever you want!"
"Hehe, thank you, Emperor Brother~"
...
The next day, Ling Yun and his entourage left the palace. When seeing Ling Yun off, Emperor Zhao Zhengyang gave him half of the cultivation resources in the national treasury.
Leaving Zhao'an City, A Bao spread out a map:
"Brother, there are two more major cities before we leave the Zhao Kingdom."
The next city is Jiangcheng, thousands of miles away. Isn't your childhood friend Zhang Mingyuan working as a menial disciple in the Mo family there?
Zhang Mingyuan was born into Ling Yunfa's family, which was in the silk business.
Back in the Ling family of Mo City, before Ling Yun awakened his martial soul, he suffered all kinds of humiliation and often went hungry. It was Zhang Mingyuan who would secretly bring food to Ling Yun.
For many years, the clothes Lingyun wore were gifts from Zhang Mingyuan.
Later, Zhang Mingyuan was introduced by a distant relative to the Mo family of Jiangcheng, a family of martial arts practitioners, to work as a handyman disciple.
Ling Yun and A Bao left Mo City in order to find Zhang Mingyuan.
After a pause, Abao continued:
"The most famous food in Jiangcheng is mutton noodles. The old beggar who used to take me around said that mutton noodles are so delicious."
The group looked on with anticipation, having eaten all sorts of delicacies these past few days; a bowl of noodles would be nice.
On the way, Xiao Yanran and Yan Ruyu were uneasy, feeling that something had happened at home.
Ling Yun noticed the unusual behavior between the two and asked:
"What's wrong?"
Xiao Yanran said worriedly:
"I have a feeling something's happened to my mother. I want to go to Mocheng to see her!"
“Me too!” Yan Ruyu chimed in.
Upon hearing this, Ling Yun frowned slightly and said in a deep voice:
"Let's wait and see, maybe we'll see them soon!"
"Hmm?" The two women were slightly taken aback, then nodded. Ling Yun's words usually came true.
Seven days later, Ling Yun and his group arrived at the east gate of Jiangcheng.
The entire Jiangcheng is about the same size as Zhonglingcheng, but the people of Jiangcheng are noticeably more unrestrained.
Outside Jiangcheng flows a turbulent river, its surface as wide as ten thousand feet, from which Jiangcheng derives its name.
Seeing that it was getting late, Ling Yun did not rush to the Mo family to find Zhang Mingyuan, but decided to stay overnight before going.
Inside an inn, the group finally got to eat the legendary mutton noodles.
After giving the little white fox a bite, seeing her glowing seven-colored eyes, everyone immediately picked up their chopsticks and began to feast.
"Mmm, not bad, it's really delicious!"
After finishing his meal, Abao wiped his mouth thoroughly and then took out his little notebook.
This is his notebook, which he uses to record food. In the year or so since leaving Mexico City, he has traveled through nearly a hundred cities. Whenever he encounters a good dish, he records it in his notebook, including the recipe.
Then, Abao wrote down the four characters "lamb noodles" in his notebook.
"Recently, I've been thinking about incorporating food into Kendo. In the future, I'll open a separate discipline—Food Kendo!"
Everyone couldn't help but laugh. Could it be that every sword strike in the Sword-Eating Way is a delicious meal?
...
The next day, Ling Yun and his group arrived at the Mo family's gate.
The Mo family is the number one family in Jiangcheng, a martial arts family. Although not as powerful as the Beiming family, the family still has Nascent Soul Realm experts.
Moreover, the family has a strong heritage, being an ancient family with a history of three thousand years.
The Mo family guards standing at the gate shouted sternly:
"Halt!"
Ah Bao smiled and clasped his hands in greeting:
"We came from Mexico City to find Zhang Mingyuan!"
"Zhang Mingyuan?" The guard pondered for a moment before replying.
"Zhang Mingyuan from Mo City, he was expelled from the Mo family a long time ago. Oh, and he only has three months to live. You should go and see them one last time. Oh, and by the way, they live in the suburbs with Miss Mo Xin'er!"
"Um?"
Ling Yun's expression instantly turned cold, and the guard's heart skipped a beat. He hurriedly said:
"We don't know anything about this matter. We only know that half a year ago, Zhang Mingyuan was favored by the young lady and became her son-in-law. Three months ago, for some reason, the two of them were suddenly kicked out of the house."
When he passed away, Zhang Mingyuan was on his deathbed and unlikely to live more than three months.
Upon hearing this, Ling Yun glanced at the Mo family plaque and led A Bao and the others to the western suburbs.
Beside a stream, there was a thatched cottage and a simple courtyard, which was where Lingyun's childhood friend Zhang Mingyuan and Mo Xin'er, the eldest daughter of the Mo family, lived.
At this moment, Zhang Mingyuan, with all his meridians severed, sat in a wheelchair, his eyes vacant as he looked toward his hometown of Mocheng.
Mo Xin'er was washing clothes by the stream, which was quite remarkable for a young lady from a wealthy family.
When Zhang Mingyuan saw Ling Yun and his group approaching, he was stunned for a moment before he was sure he hadn't seen wrong.
"Ayun! Abao!"
Zhang Mingyuan subconsciously tried to get up, but he couldn't even move a finger.
Lingyun and Abao rushed over, and Abao, with tears streaming down her face, said with heartache:
"Brother Ming, what happened to you? What happened?!"
Zhang Mingyuan forced a smile and said:
"No...it's nothing, it's just that something went wrong during my training, that's why it's like this."
Never mind all that, we brothers haven't seen each other for two years, we have to have a good drink today!
After saying that, he shouted towards the stream:
"Xin'er, come quick, my brother's here!"
Abao and Lingyun both knew that Zhang Mingyuan did not want to implicate them.
Mo Xin'er, dressed in coarse linen clothes, carried a wooden basin as she walked over. Although her clothes were simple, they could not hide the noble air about her.
"Mo Xin'er greets everyone~"
She greeted Lingyun and his group with great manners and politeness, and when she saw the little white fox Lingxi, she couldn't help but want to hug her.
Lingxi obediently jumped into Mo Xin'er's arms, and a smile finally appeared on her worried face.
The group sat down at the stone table in the courtyard.
Abao took out the Nine-Turn Rejuvenation Pill that she had been reluctant to eat and stuffed it into Zhang Mingyuan's mouth.
The Nine-Turn Rejuvenation Pill is a life-saving medicine; as long as death is not instantaneous, even the most severe injuries can be healed.
Soon, the energy of the pill exploded in Zhang Mingyuan's body, and almost in the blink of an eye, his broken meridians and internal injuries were completely repaired.
At this moment, Zhang Mingyuan was overwhelmed with excitement. He tried to stand up and finally succeeded.
The couple wept with joy and embraced each other.
Seeing this, Ling Yun was slightly moved.
He then asked:
"What exactly happened to Amin?"
The joy on Zhang Mingyuan's face vanished instantly, and he sighed:
"Sigh~ You don't need to worry about this!"
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