Ten days later, Chen Changan, who had been walking and stopping along the way, finally arrived at the area under the jurisdiction of Fengyan City.
Fengyan City is not big.
But it is an important city connecting East Wilderness and Central Shenzhou, and a military location. Therefore, this city is often ravaged by war.
And because it connects Central Shenzhou and Eastern Wilderness, this city is loved not only by mortals but also by cultivators. As soon as he stepped into Fengyan City, Chen Changan clearly felt that there were far more cultivators in this place than in the small city outside the Jiuyang Sect.
Moreover, he clearly felt that among the cultivators coming and going in the sky, there were quite a few at the Sunshine Realm. He even detected the auras of several big men at the Kaimai Realm.
"This city is quite interesting. No wonder Master came here back then. I guess he must have gone to Central Divine Continent, or returned to Eastern Wasteland from Central Divine Continent!"
Chen Changan muttered to himself.
Then, he quickened his pace and stepped into the city.
Let’s take a break first and then go look for the place on the map tomorrow.
Judging from the markings on the map, Chen Changan's parents did not live in the city back then, but lived in a small town outside the west gate. Now, Chen Changan is at the east gate.
Need to cross Fengyan City.
Now that he's here, Chen Changan is not in a hurry.
He walked into the city, found a restaurant in a low-key manner, asked for an ordinary room, took out a string of just the right amount of copper coins, and followed the waiter to his room.
The restaurant where he stayed was called Xianghelou. Most of the guests coming and going were cultivators. The waiter here, like the city dwellers outside the Jiuyang Sect, was accustomed to the presence of cultivators. There was no difference between treating a 'mortal' like him and the cultivators outside, and the service attitude was the same... respectful and polite.
It made Chen Changan feel much more comfortable.
"Sir, if you have any instructions, just give me a call!"
The waiter bowed and said.
"Thanks!"
Chen Changan nodded.
"Oh, right!" The waiter took two steps and turned back, saying with a smile, "From your accent, I can tell you don't sound like a local!"
"Well, I come from Qi!"
Chen Changan spoke up and said that the location of the Nine Yang Sect was in a mortal country called Qi.
Fengyan City, the mortal world, belongs to the State of Jin.
"That's it. Objectively, if you are a mortal like me, you have to be low-key, because there are many practitioners living around here. Some of them have good tempers, but some... it's hard to say..."
Chen Changan said: "I understand!"
The waiter said, "Then I won't bother you anymore!"
After saying that, the waiter nodded, bowed, and went out, closing the door as he went.
"Bad temper? That's just what I want!"
Chen Changan chuckled.
It has been five or six years since the last development, when the dog-head axe has not seen blood, and he is also feeling a little itchy.
In a place where no one knows each other, where there are many monks, and where battles often take place, this place is simply a paradise for low-key development.
Without acquaintances or ties, sneak attacks and guerrilla warfare can all come in handy!
Chen Changan couldn't help but feel a little excited.
He planned to visit his parents, untie the chains in his heart, and then... keep a low profile!
The night passed in a flash.
After breakfast and paying the bill, he came to the west gate, leaned against the city wall, looked around, feeling a little nervous.
His father's name was Chen Muzhi and his mother's name was Wang Guihua. According to his master, his father sold stinky tofu and pushed a cart in front of the west gate every day with the words "Chen's Stinky Tofu" written on the cart.
After calculating the time, he knew that this wait might be hopeless.
Because, according to the master, when he was still in swaddling clothes, Chen Muzhi was already fifty years old.
Now, thirty-one years have passed and I am over eighty years old. I guess I can’t sell stinky tofu anymore.
However, before he could wait long, something happened that made Chen Changan confused.
In the distance, small carts appeared on the avenue, and on each cart, the words "Chen's Stinky Tofu" were written...
"I'm special? What the hell?"
Chen Changan was really confused. What was going on
Has commercial competition started in this world so early
They are all Chen’s stinky tofu. How can I make it myself
Didn’t Master say that he came here ten years ago and there was only one Chen’s stinky tofu restaurant
In ten years, things have changed so fast
A row of question marks appeared in front of his mind.
This is… a tricky question.
Not only that, there were also shouts.
"Selling stinky tofu, authentic Chen's stinky tofu, ten times the price if it's fake, and no charge if it doesn't taste good!"
"Stinky tofu, stinky tofu, authentic Chen's stinky tofu, if it's fake, I'll pay you 100!"
"I am the authentic Chen's stinky tofu. My name is Chen Chang'an, and my father is Chen Muzhi. Everyone come over to my side. Our stinky tofu is the authentic stinky tofu! It's unique in Fengyan City!"
…
Hearing the shouting, Chen Changan became even more confused.
You want to fake stinky tofu, and now you want to fake me too
Fortunately, I came. If I hadn’t come, I wouldn’t know if someone was using my name to make money!
It’s so important!
He is very angry.
He walked to the stall of the young man who called himself 'Chen Chang'an' and said expressionlessly: "Give me a bowl of authentic Chen's stinky tofu!"
“Well, sir;
Sir, you are really good at choosing. My father, Chen Muzhi, is well-known far and wide. I am his son, Chen Changan. My father has been making and selling tofu all his life. He makes authentic Chen-style stinky tofu. You have definitely chosen the right stall.
Five copper coins and ten pieces of tofu, thank you! "
"Oh~ Really? Then I'm going to try it!"
Chen Changan looked at the young man expressionlessly.
This guy doesn't look very old, but when he talks about panic, he is very fluent and there is no lag, just like the real thing.
He decided that if the food didn't taste good, he would make things difficult for this guy. It would be fine if he pretended to be Chen's stinky tofu, but he couldn't tolerate him pretending to be himself!
At the back, another young man shouted at Chen Changan, "Sir, the man in front of you named Chen Changan is a fake. His real name is Goudaner. I am the real Chen Changan, I am the real one!"
"Chen Dahu, you are the fake one. I am Chen Changan, the son of Chen Muzhi. You are the fake one. Your whole family is fake!"
"You are fake, I am real!"
"I am real and you are fake!"
"You are fake, your whole family is fake!"
As they talked, they started arguing loudly.
There was also noise all around, with people accusing the two of being fake and them being the real ones.
Chen Changan looked around and really... they were all young people. The women who had just come over with carts were all gone now...
What do you mean
It would be fine if it was just one person impersonating, but more than a dozen people impersonating together
Chen Changan thought of a bad reality. He was afraid that something might have happened to his father whom he had never met!
At this time, the young man who had quarreled with others had already made the tofu and handed it to Chen Changan, saying, "Sir, five copper coins, thank you!"
"Okay, okay, I'll give you five copper coins. If it doesn't taste good, I'll fucking kill you!"
Chen Changan was indeed a little angry, and he had already decided that if the food didn't taste good, he would immediately turn hostile.
I took a mouthful of stinky tofu, and the next moment, the sizzling hot chili mixed with the tofu soup exploded in my mouth like fire.
Damn... How can it be so delicious?!
Chen Changan's eyes widened. Oh no, it's so delicious, how could he turn against me?!
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