Under the envious and somewhat awe-inspiring gazes of the young priests, Mu Hanyan and the others left the Fengcheng Temple.
"By the way, where is the Flower Rain Temple?" Mu Hanyan asked suddenly.
"It's just to the northwest of Mujia Village. If you go along the path behind Rijian Peak, it's about 600 miles away." Ye Yi'an said.
"It's so close, then I'll go back to Mujia Village with you first, and then go to Huayu Temple." Sikong Qinglan obviously didn't know where Mujia Village was, let alone how close it was, and said pleasantly upon hearing this.
Mu Hanyan glanced at Ye Yi'an suspiciously. Mujia Village is more than a thousand miles away from Fengcheng Temple, but only more than 600 miles away from Huayu Temple. He chose Fengcheng Temple.
Reminiscent of Ye Yi'an's hesitation when Sikong Qinglan took the initiative to invite them to the Huayu Temple to participate in the assessment, Mu Hanyan secretly guessed that there was some hidden crisis in the Huayu Temple that might be bad for him, so he Only when you are near and far.
But now that she has made up her mind and said everything, and Ye Yi'an has not objected anymore, it is difficult for her to change her mind.
"Wait a moment, my carriage is still at the back." Sikong Qinglan said and ran towards the back of the temple.
Mu Hanyan wanted to ask about the Huayu Temple, but seeing that there were so many people around, she temporarily dismissed the idea.
Not long after, Sikong Qinglan came to join them in a carriage. Seeing Sikong Qinglan's carriage, Mu Hanyan was slightly stunned.
What kind of carriage is this? They are all extremely old, with traces of wind and frost written all over them from top to bottom.
At this time, Sikong Qinglan no longer has the elegant appearance of a praying priest. He is wearing a coarse cloth robe with many patches. Mutu was dressed brightly.
"I was afraid that I would damage the sacrificial robe on the way, so I changed into another." Noticing Mu Hanyan's slightly startled gaze, Sikong Qinglan was a little embarrassed and blushed again.
"Oh, let's go." Mu Hanyan didn't care too much.
Diligence and thrift are virtues. As a priest, it is normal to be simple.
Originally, Mu Hanyan wanted to stay in Tianfeng City for one night before leaving, but he accidentally offended some of the most prominent priests of Fengcheng Temple, which disturbed the temple, and finally rejected the kindness of the Lord Priest, Mu Hanyan Han Yan was afraid that there would be another problem, so she didn't want to stay in Tianfeng City.
"Why don't you go after dinner?" Ling Baobao looked at Mu Hanyan pleadingly.
Traveling thousands of miles and tasting all kinds of delicacies, this is the lifelong pursuit of Mr. Ling, a foodie.
"Okay, okay, let's go after eating." Mutu agreed with his bright eyes.
"Okay." Mu Han nodded and said.
Mr. Ling only had this little hobby, and she didn't want to disappoint him. Besides, she was a little hungry after eating and sleeping in the open during the journey and eating dry food for a few days.
Sikong Qinglan seemed to want to say something, but in the end he didn't say it.
The prosperity of Tianfeng City is by no means inferior to the county towns of the Holy Court Continent. When Mu Hanyan came here, he saw a lot of restaurants. Anyway, she is unfamiliar with the place, and she is not a foodie, so there is nothing to be picky about, just find a restaurant that catches the eye.
"This restaurant, I'm afraid it's not cheap." When entering the door, seeing the magnificent hall, Mu Tu said with some lack of confidence.
"What are you afraid of? I have plenty of money." Baobao Ling said proudly, taking out a few ingots of silver and tossing them around in his hands. Judging from his bulging package, he should still have a lot on his body.
"Where did you get the money?" Mu Hanyan looked at Ling Baobao in surprise.
This guy often made a lot of money by betting with her in the Holy Land, but like her, most of them were bank notes, and he didn't know where he got so much money.
"It's all from everyone in the village." Ling Baobao said confidently.
"You, you actually cheated so much money from us." Mutu said through gritted teeth.
"This can't be called cheating, they obviously sent me off on their own initiative." Ling Baobao said disapprovingly.
"Hmph!" Mutu glared at Baobao Ling, and didn't bother to talk to him anymore.
Mu Hanyan shook her head secretly. No wonder the Mu clan hated Ling Baobao so much. If they were to change themselves, they would probably kill him.
I found a table by the window, ordered some dishes, and the dishes arrived on the table after a short wait.
Although there is not much difference between the folk customs and customs of God's Continent and Holy Court Continent, but the rules are different, the production is also somewhat different, and there are naturally many differences in the dishes made, but as the saying goes, people depend on food, and the dishes on this table Still well done.
In addition to all kinds of dishes, Ling Baobao also ordered a few jugs of good wine. Don't look at Mutu still vomiting with Ling Baobao, but once the food came, he couldn't care less about getting angry, and ate with that big foodie Ling Baobao until his mouth was full of oil, while drinking fine wine, he was full of praise.
"Brother Xiaobao, eat, eat. Only Tianfeng City can cook such delicious dishes. When we return to Mujia Village, we won't have such good food." Mutu said while gnawing on the meat.
"Brother Mu also eats. I'm treating you today. Don't be polite to me. Eat openly." Baobao Ling said while eating and drinking wildly, patting Mutu on the shoulder.
"Brother Xiaobao is refreshing, let's drink." Mutu also put his arms around Ling Baobao's shoulders, picked up the wine glass and drank it down in one gulp.
Mu Hanyan and Ye Yi'an looked at each other, there was a black line at the end, and they were full of resentment just now, and they became brothers so soon, the world of foodies, I can't understand.
"Lord Sikong, you're welcome, eat." Seeing Sikong Qinglan's throat rolling from time to time, but only occasionally moving his chopsticks, Mu Hanyan persuaded.
"Yeah, I'm full." Sikong Qinglan said.
"Are you full?" Mu Hanyan looked at Sikong Qinglan suspiciously, remembering that he didn't seem to move his chopsticks a few times.
"I have a small appetite." Sikong Qinglan became shy again.
Hearing what he said, Mu Hanyan stopped persuading him. Turning around, Mu Hanyan was dumbfounded.
In just a few words with Sikong Qinglan, the dishes on the table were reduced by half.
Miss Mu didn't dare to be distracted anymore, she 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 neglect, 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 God's Continent. This old man probably hasn't eaten anything decent, and he has long been hungry.
Under the scramble of several people, especially Ling Baobao and Mu Tu, under the wind and clouds, it didn't take long for the food on the table to be wiped out.