Chapter 1708 1709 The Lifelong Pursuit of Foodies

Under the envious and somewhat awe-inspiring gaze of the young priests, Mu Hanyan and the others left the Fengcheng Temple.

"By the way, where is the Huayu Temple?" Mu Hanyan asked suddenly.

"It's just northwest of Mujia Village. If you go through the trail behind Rijian Peak, it's about 600 miles away." Ye Yi'an said.

"It's so close, then I'll accompany you back to Mujia Village first, and then go to Huayu Temple." Sikong Qinglan obviously didn't know where Mujia Village was, let alone how close it was. Hearing that, he said with surprise.

Mu Hanyan glanced at Ye Yi'an suspiciously. Mujia Village is more than a thousand miles away from Fengcheng Temple, but only over 600 miles away from Huayu Temple, but he chose Fengcheng Temple.

Thinking back to the previous time when Sikong Qinglan took the initiative to invite them to the Huayu Temple to take part in the assessment, Ye Yi'an was hesitant, and Mu Hanyan secretly guessed that there was some hidden crisis in the Huayu Temple, which was likely to be detrimental to him, so he Only looking for distance.

But now that she has made up her mind, everything has been said, and Ye Yi'an has no further objection, it is difficult for her to change her mind.

"Wait a moment, my carriage is still in the back." Sikong Qinglan said and ran quickly towards the back of the temple.

Mu Hanyan originally wanted to ask about the Huayu Temple, but seeing the crowded eyes around him, he temporarily dismissed the idea.

Not long after, Sikong Qinglan drove a carriage to join a few people. Seeing Sikong Qinglan's carriage, Mu Hanyan was slightly stunned.

What kind of carriage is this? It is clearly an ox carriage. The old bull pulling the carriage has turbid eyes and is skinny. It is estimated that he is much older than Sikong Qinglan. They are all very old, with traces of wind and frost written from top to bottom.

At this time, Sikong Qinglan no longer had the graceful appearance of a priest praying, and he was wearing a coarse cloth robe with many patches on his body. How could he look like the windy farmers in Mujia Village? Mutu was dressed brightly.

"I was afraid that the sacrificial robe would be damaged on the way, so I changed clothes." Noticing Mu Hanyan's slightly startled gaze, Sikong Qinglan felt a little embarrassed, and his face turned red again.

"Oh, let's go." Mu Hanyan didn't care too much.

Being diligent and thrifty is a virtue. As a priest, it is normal to be simple.

Originally, Mu Hanyan wanted to stay in Tianfeng City for one night before leaving, but she accidentally offended several of the most prominent priests in the Fengcheng Temple, which made the temple uneasy, and finally rejected the Lord Priest's kindness. Han Yan was afraid that there would be another branch outside the festival, so he didn't want to stay in Tianfeng City.

"Would you like to eat before leaving?" Ling Baobao looked at Mu Hanyan with pleading eyes.

Traveling thousands of miles and tasting all kinds of delicious food is the lifelong pursuit of Ling Da Gongzi, a foodie.

"Okay, okay, let's go after dinner." Mutu also agreed with bright eyes.

"Okay." Mu Han nodded and said.

Young Master Ling only has this hobby. She didn't want to disappoint him. Besides, she ate and slept in the open air along the way, and after eating dry food for a few days, she was also a little hungry.

Sikong Qinglan seemed to want to say something, but in the end he didn't say it.

The prosperity of Tianfeng City is no less than that of the county seat of the Holy Court Continent. When Mu Hanyan came here, he saw quite a few restaurants. Anyway, she is not familiar with her life, and she is not a foodie. There is nothing to be picky about. Just find a restaurant that is eye-catching.

"This restaurant, I'm afraid it's not cheap." When he entered the door and saw the magnificent hall, Mu Tu said with some lack of confidence.

"What are you afraid of, what I have is money." Ling Baobao said proudly, and took out a few pieces of silver and tossed it in his hands. Judging from his bulging package, he should still be carrying a lot.

"Where did you get the money?" Mu Hanyan looked at Ling Baobao in surprise.

In the Holy Court Continent, this guy often relied on her to bet with people to pick up a lot of money, but like her, most of them were silver notes, and he didn't know where he got so many silver taels.

"It's all given by everyone in the village." Ling Baobao said confidently.

"You, you actually defrauded so much money from us." Mutu said through gritted teeth.

"How can this be called cheating, they obviously sent it to me." Ling Baobao said disapprovingly.

"Humph!" Mutu glared at Ling Baobao, too lazy to pay attention to him.

Mu Hanyan shook his head secretly, no wonder the Mu clan people hated Ling Baobao so much, if they wanted to change him, they would probably want to kill him.

I found a table by the window and ordered some dishes. It didn't take long for the dishes to be served.

Although the folk customs of the Continent of God and the Continent of the Holy Court are not very different, but the laws are different, the production is also somewhat different, and the dishes made are naturally quite different. Still doing it in full flavor.

In addition to various dishes, Ling Baobao also ordered a few pots of good wine. Don't look at Mutu still vomiting with Ling Baobao, but once the dishes came up, he couldn't care less about his anger, and he and Ling Baobao, a big foodie, ate together until their mouths were full of oil, while drinking fine wine, their mouths were full of praise.

"Brother Xiaobao, eat, eat, such a good dish can only be cooked in Tianfeng City. When you go back to Mujia Village, you won't have such a good meal." Mutu said while chewing on the meat.

"Brother Mu also eats it. I'm treating a guest today. Don't be polite to me. Let's eat openly." Ling Baobao patted Mutu on the shoulder as he ate and drank wildly.

"Brother Xiaobao, let's drink it." Mutu also put his arms on Ling Baobao's shoulders and drank the wine glass.

Mu Hanyan and Ye Yi'an glanced at each other, both with black lines on their heads. They were full of resentment just now, and they were called brothers so quickly. The world of foodies, I don't understand.

"Sir Sikong, you're welcome, eat." Seeing Sikong Qinglan's throat rolling from time to time, but only occasionally moving his chopsticks, Mu Hanyan persuaded.

"Hmm, I'm full." Sikong Qinglan said.

"Are you full?" Mu Hanyan looked at Sikong Qinglan suspiciously, remembering that he didn't seem to have moved his chopsticks a few times.

"I have a small appetite." Sikong Qinglan began to feel shy again.

Hearing what he said, Mu Hanyan stopped persuading him. When he turned around, Mu Hanyan was stunned.

Just a few words with Sikong Qinglan, half of the dishes on the table were reduced.

Miss Mu didn't dare to be distracted anymore, and quickly picked up the chopsticks and started eating. Although he is not a foodie like Ling Baobao, he can't go back hungry.

Next to him, Ye Yi'an didn't take it lightly, he had already opened his stomach and ate wildly.

Mu Hanyan glanced at him sympathetically. It has been a thousand years since he came to the Continent of Gods, and this old man had probably never eaten anything decent, so he was already greedy.

With a few people vying for each other, especially Ling Baobao and Mutu, the food on the table was swept away in a short time.