It's spring again, in a small town in the world.
The door curtains of every household still have Spring Festival couplets, the bright red color slightly dispels the coldness of early spring. The streets are bustling with people coming and going, and countless people are running for their daily livelihood.
Although life was not too good, at least they had something to eat. This was very good for the people of the world who had just ended the chaotic times.
A Taoist in white came walking on the snow, carrying an ancient iron sword on his back. There was nothing special about his face, just like an ordinary person, except for his deep and ethereal eyes.
The soldier at the city gate reached out his hand to stop the Taoist priest and said respectfully, "Does this Taoist priest have a pass?"
Li Changsheng shook his head slightly, then raised his fingertips, and the ancient sword behind him came out of its sheath half a step out of thin air.
This scene immediately caused the people around to exclaim. The guards became serious, took a half step back, bowed and said, "Sir, please forgive me for the offense just now."
Now, for unknown reasons, we no longer see cultivators, but the common people still retain respect for the "immortals". This is not only out of fear of power, but more out of gratitude and sincere respect.
Especially for those who practice sword-wielding, they will be welcomed wherever they go.
Nowadays, there are Jianzong stone tablets everywhere in the world, which clearly record who has conquered demons and who has sacrificed to save the people of the world. The people will never forget those who are truly good to them, and these stone tablets are filled with tributes during every festival.
Although the Sword Sect no longer exists, everyone in the world takes the Sword Sect as a role model. I don't know how many young men and women who went out to seek immortality initially worshipped the Sword Sect and respected the "Sword Immortals" recorded in the inscription above.
The sword is the king of all weapons and this is no empty title.
Li Changsheng saw an interesting thing not long after he traveled. He passed by a mountain and found people fighting. When the juniors in the foundation-building period saw the evil cultivator using a sword, they would scold him, saying, "How dare you use a sword?" The world is not entirely clear, but at least the evildoers dare not do it openly, and that's enough.
The most terrifying thing in troubled times is not how many people die, but that evil is no longer evil.
"Nothing." Li Changsheng waved his hand and asked, "May I ask what time it is now? Where is this place?"
This is a true immortal.
The soldiers were more certain of their guess. It was said that these immortals practiced in the mountains for a hundred years. A hundred years was enough time for a place to change its name, or even for a dynasty to change.
"Sir, this is the Wu Dynasty, and the country is called Guanwu. This city is called Yuanxi City, a small city under Weizhou County of the Wu Dynasty."
"Guanwu." Li Changsheng was slightly dazed when he heard the name, and then asked: "How are the lives of the people? Are there any corrupt officials?"
The young general who had just escaped from the city was frightened and turned pale when he heard this. This was not a casual question, especially coming from a Taoist priest carrying a sword. It was said that the sword immortals loved to kill corrupt officials.
But how can an official not be greedy? If they are not greedy, what are they doing as officials?
I don’t know how many people treat being an official as a business. They become an official to make money, and they make money to become an official.
Although the sergeant did not realize the seriousness of the matter, he knew that he should not speak ill of his superiors casually. After a little thought, he replied: "My Lord, the world is peaceful, the people live and work in peace, and everything is fine."
[Damn your legs. They deduct my salary every day. I haven’t been to a brothel for a month.]
Li Changsheng saw through it but didn't say anything. He nodded and said, "That's great."
Those who are wholeheartedly devoted to serving the people are a minority. He does not expect the world to be perfect, but it seems that nowadays they can live and work in peace and contentment.
After saying this, he walked into the city. This time, no one stopped him. The general guarding the city wanted to follow him, but in the blink of an eye, he could no longer see the Taoist figure.
"It really is a deity!"
Li Changsheng walked among the crowd, and countless people passed by him, and the shouting filled his ears. There were dignitaries sitting in carriages, drivers pushing carts of goods, peasant women carrying baskets to sell vegetables, and children playing and fighting.
There is also a wonton stall.
Li Changsheng walked into the wonton stall, and a scent filled his nose. He couldn't help but take a deep breath, a slight smile appeared on his face, and he asked, "Shopkeeper, how much are your wontons?"
The shop owner was a rough man with a dark face, wearing a coarse linen shirt. A woman who looked like his wife was helping him. In the corner, a child was holding a baby.
The dark-faced, burly man smiled and said, "A bowl costs five cents, and if you add meat, it costs seven cents."
"Give me three bowls with meat." Li Changsheng swallowed his saliva and looked very hungry.
He hadn't eaten for hundreds of years. He had a farewell drink with Elder He 10 years ago, but that didn't count as a meal.
The shopkeeper asked in confusion, "Three bowls? Taoist priest, can you finish them all by yourself? Although my stall is a little small, I will never skimp on the quantity. There are 15 wontons in a bowl. If you feel it's not enough, you can add more noodles. There's no need to eat three bowls."
"Three bowls, and I have two old friends."
"two?"
The shopkeeper looked around and only saw him, but since the other party asked him to do so, he had no choice but to do it. It was also a good thing to earn two more nights' money. The Taoist priest would not buy on credit like a gangster.
Soon three bowls of wontons were served. Li Changsheng picked up the spoon and began to eat slowly. A familiar taste spread between his lips and teeth.
[Brother Li, what is this? ]
【Wonton.】
The first wonton shop he took Xue Ye to eat seemed to have the same taste. At that time, he was just greedy, but later, because the taste was really good, they went there almost every year. The few times he didn't go was because it was too far away and he didn't want to spend several days traveling.
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