When Li Yi arrived downstairs in the community, he saw a middle-aged man over fifty years old pulling a big iron can and selling oil tea. He stopped when he smelled a salty fragrance.
He asked curiously, "What are you selling?"
"Oil-tea fried dough twist." The shopkeeper wiped his sweat and said with a smile, "It is a traditional snack of the Qin people. It is made with wheat flour, cooked sesame seeds, almonds, peanuts, butter, etc. Those who eat it regularly will have smooth skin and tender meat. It has the effect of nourishing the skin."
This mouth can be on TV, which makes Li Yi quite curious. He kicked the little one-dollar bills in his pocket that he received from those old men. He won a big game today and can have an extra breakfast.
He asked, "How much is a bowl?"
"It's 7 yuan without fried dough twist, and only 8 yuan with it. I won't charge you more for the fried dough twist. One yuan a stick is very reasonable. Other breakfast stalls sell it for two yuan a stick." The shopkeeper replied. Considering the prices in Tiandu, 8 yuan for a bowl of fried dough twist is not expensive.
"Give me a bowl with fried dough twist." Li Yi walked to the small bench at the roadside stall and sat down. The cell phone in his trouser pocket vibrated slightly. He took it out and saw that it was a message from Zhao Si.
[Zhao Si]: Brother Yi, those sects are too arrogant. They kill people everywhere and ruin your reputation.
[Zhao Si]: Although the number of deaths is not as high as before, it is still a living life and a child of a family.
[Zhao Si]: These powerful monks are just like wealthy businessmen. They have achieved success in their own cultivation, but they do not allow the common people to follow their example. So what if the spiritual energy decreases? Does that mean that the spiritual energy in the world belongs to them?
Then Zhao Si attached a bunch of pictures, which showed dead people, most of whom died from bleeding from all seven orifices.
Li Yi looked at these pictures without much emotion in his eyes. It was not that he had returned to the state of forgetfulness. It was just that the distance was too far and the pictures alone were hard to move him, and he himself was not a person who could easily empathize.
I have lived for such a long time and my feelings have not been lost, but they have become much more indifferent.
This was not the first time the two of them had discussed this matter. Zhao Si had already informed Li Yi of the mission the moment he received it, telling Li Yi everything about the mission without paying any attention to the so-called confidentiality regulations.
After all, this is about Li Yi spreading his skills throughout the world, and someone is throwing mud at his Changchun Kung Fu, so he must have the right to know.
[Li Yi]: The murderer has long since fled from China, and you can't find any evidence of the instigator. This kind of thing is the responsibility of the government, not a matter for a mountain wanderer like me.
Li Yi didn't need to investigate this matter personally, he could detect someone framing him just by his intuition. However, the method was quite clever and roundabout, just killing people and letting the people guess for themselves, and then escaping from Shenzhou.
The cause and effect was so weak and untraceable that even the old charlatans of Tianji Pavilion could hardly figure out the exact location of the murderer even if they were bleeding. However, Li Yi still caught the other party's breath. If he wanted to kill him, he could definitely chase him and kill him, but Li Yi did not take any action.
In the final analysis, I just don't want to waste time. I will kill him when I have the chance. When a thunderbolt comes down one day, I can settle the cause and effect. Why bother running around and working so hard?
[Zhao Si]: Brother Yi, do you know? They ran away?
Zhao Si on the other side was stunned for a moment. No wonder those sects were so confident. It turned out that they had hired black gloves to do the dirty work.
[Li Yi] The means of the great power are to understand the heaven and earth and to distinguish yin and yang. I am one step ahead of the great powers in the world, so I can naturally understand what they are doing. We can compromise on this matter, or mobilize troops, but we cannot stop the people in the world from practicing.
[Zhao Si]: Well, if you don't care about the title, then I won't care about it. Will you have time to get together in the future? I don't know when the next advanced training class will be released.
【Li Yi】: Everyone is free.
Li Yi put down his phone. A bowl of fried dough twisted dough sticks with oil tea was already placed on the table. The oil tea was off-white, thick and salty, and the fried dough twisted dough sticks were soaked in the sticky oil tea.
The aroma of sesame hits your nose as you take a bite, followed by a perfect saltiness, and then you can taste the crispness of peanuts and almonds when you chew them gently.
"Good stuff, good stuff."
Li Yi praised it generously, saying that the oil-tea fried dough twist was indeed delicious.
Modern metropolises have an advantage over ancient times in that they can bring together all kinds of food from all over the world. In places like Tiandu, you can eat anything that flies in the sky, runs on the ground, or swims in the water, and naturally, there are specialties from all over China.
In the past, when he was in the cultivation world, he learned about various delicacies from people traveling around, such as traveling merchants and theater troupes, and he often had to run dozens or hundreds of miles to eat them. A cultivator can travel a thousand miles a day, but that doesn't mean Li Changsheng wants to run a thousand miles.
"Boss, give me one bowl too."
A gentle and deep voice came into my ears, and a middle-aged man with simple clothes, a thin face and a constant smile walked over.
He is only 1.7 meters tall, with regular features, wearing a simple plaid shirt, with a bit of official airs, and riding an old-fashioned Phoenix brand bicycle, like a retired old cadre.
"No fried dough twists and peanuts. I have bad teeth."
"Okay."
The shop owner selling oil-tea fried dough twist was obviously not serving elderly customers for the first time. He held the sieve in one hand and tilted the large jar of oil-tea fried dough twist with the other.
The sticky grayish tea oil was shaken off and passed through the sieve, separating the peanuts and almonds.
"Give."
The middle-aged man in the plaid shirt took the oil-tea fried dough twist and walked straight to sit next to Li Yi without being too reserved.
He took a small sip with a spoon, and the warm oil tea went down his throat, and he couldn't help but sigh: "The old neighborhood is still the best, the food is delicious and substantial."
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