Chapter 109 East and West Talk
"Go, definitely go. I have no inspiration right now. Maybe inspiration will come after I go out for a meal." Nian Chengxu said, already taking steps to walk outside.
Master Wen Qiao and his disciples could only roll their eyes when they heard Nian Chengxu's words, and then followed him one after another.
The Fang brothers' barbecue restaurant is particularly famous in Dexiang. When the three of them arrived, Fang Muyan had not set up the table yet. Fang Mingyan was sitting barefoot and with his legs crossed at the dining table in the store, drinking wine. When he saw Wen Qiao, Fang Mingyan Mingyan opened his hand and waved.
"Well, if you have time, why don't you cook three rice..." Wen Qiao said.
"Sticky rice or egg fried rice?" Fang Mingyan asked.
"Glutinous rice." There is still a difference between glutinous rice and egg fried rice. As the name suggests, glutinous rice uses glutinous rice, while egg fried rice uses ordinary rice.
"Okay." Fang Mingyan responded, and then shouted to Fang Muyan who was smoking outside: "Muyan, fry three glutinous rice..."
When Fang Muyan heard this, he glanced back at Wen Qiao, nodded, then went to the stove to put a pot of water and start frying rice.
"What kind of wine? It's quite fragrant." Wen Qiao asked Fang Mingyan, looking at the old black jar on the table. There was a piece of red paper pasted on the stall. The black word 'nuo' on the red paper was particularly conspicuous. .
"Would you like some of the homemade glutinous rice wine?"
"Intoxicating?"
"Not drunk, suitable for all ages."
"Okay, bring me a pot."
"Don't ask about the price?"
Fang Mingyan suddenly spoke.
"How much?" Wen Qiao, who was afraid of being killed, asked subconsciously.
"28 yuan a tael."
"Okay, give me a jar."
One or two fifty grams, 28 yuan or one tael was just within the acceptable range of Wen Qiao. To be honest, she was really afraid that the shop owner would shout out the black price after drinking.
Fang Mingyan went to get the wine. There was exactly ten taels in a small black jar.
After pouring wine for Nian Chengxu and Yin Xiaotian respectively, Wen Qiao poured good wine for himself and listened to Fang Mingyan, the author at the other table, say: "I wonder where Taoist friend Wen comes from?"
Wen Qiao looked at Fang Mingyan, who gave her a friendly smile.
Nian Chengxu, who was drinking, immediately pricked up his ears when he heard the word 'fellow Taoist'.
Wen Qiao smiled and said, "When you ask someone about their home, shouldn't you tell them your own address?"
Fang Mingyan smiled awkwardly and said, "I was negligent. My brother and I have no roots. It happened that someone from my family came here and knew some magic."
Wen Qiao raised his eyebrows slightly and said with a smile: "I'm afraid I understand this a little bit..."
Fang Mingyan laughed and said, "Haha, I wonder if Daoist Wen has ever heard of Dongfang Xiyan?"
Wen Qiao's eyes widened: "..."
It seems, seemingly, I have never heard of it!
Fang Mingyan said: "In the past, people in the world only knew about the southern hair and the northern horse, and did not know about the East and the West. In fact, our four families are the families that rose up later and are not as famous as those Xuanmen families. However, despite this, the four families have become a family of their own with their own efforts. .”
Wen Qiao naturally understood what Fang Mingyan said about being a family of his own. It probably meant having his own unique insights in a certain aspect, and then forming a new system through these insights.
"I still know about Southern Mao and Northern Ma. The Mao family's spells and the Ma family's rice-finding technique." Wen Qiao said.
"Yes, Nan Mao and Northern Horse are famous for these two types. Because of this, they are more practical and well-known. We talk about the East and the West. The east side is our Fang family, which is famous for its star divination skills. , and the Yan family in the west focuses on the art of witchcraft and Gu." Fang Mingyan said. "That's it!" Wen Qiao really didn't know. She only knew that those ancient families were well known.
"Friend Daoist Wen, what about you?" Fang Mingyan asked.
"Well, Tianshan, Futianque, is just a small sect." Wen Qiao said easily. Futianque, which is as famous as the hidden sect Xuanyuan Sect, Taishang Wangqing Palace, etc., was just a small sect in her mouth, but Fang Fang But he believed Mingyan, for no other reason than that he had never heard of Futian Que. All he knew were Emei Mountain, Longhu Mountain, Maoshan, Laoshan and other common sects.
"Tianshan! It's quite far, but can I leave the city now?" Fang Mingyan was a little surprised. You must know that the future country is under closed management. If you want to leave the city, you need to apply, and whether the application is approved or not is still a question.
"Can't..." Wen Qiao said nonchalantly. Anyway, whether she could leave the city or not would not hinder her. As long as she wanted to, she could go wherever she wanted.
Fang Mingyan and Wen Qiao were chatting, and Fang Muyan had fried glutinous rice and brought it over on a plate.
At the same time, Quan Yao, who was dressed in a motorcycle suit and had large over-the-ear headphones stuck around her neck, was walking in from Dade Lane with a large backpack on her back. There was also an invisible Uncle Mo Yi floating behind her. Yes, Uncle Mo Yi followed Quan Yao in a floating manner, only to see her looking left and right, and finally landed in a barbecue restaurant not far away.
"Apprentice, look quickly, is that Taiyi?" Uncle Mo Yi shouted.
Quanyao knew that Taiyi was Wen Qiao's Taoist nickname, so she looked in the direction pointed by Uncle Mo Yi, and then Quanyao rushed towards Wen Qiao's direction without stopping.
Not only Wen Qiao noticed Quanyao's approach, but Yin Xiaotian also noticed it.
Yin Xiaotian waved and shouted: "Sister Quanyao, come quickly. Master bought glutinous rice wine. It's very delicious and not intoxicating."
Quanyao walked into the barbecue restaurant and sat down on the only side where no one was sitting.
"Glutinous rice wine, give me a taste."
"I want to taste it too."
Wen Qiao took a cup and poured wine for Quanyao, and Uncle Mo Yi, who was floating in the air, leaned in and said greedily.
"It's not your fault, hum..."
Quan Yao retorted, but as soon as she opened her mouth, not only Nian Chengxu looked at her with a puzzled expression, but also Fang Mingyan, who was sitting at another table, and Fang Muyan, who was smoking outside, looked at Quan Yao at the same time.
But Quanyao didn't know it at all.
Both Wen Qiao and Mo Yishu noticed it.
Uncle Mo Yi couldn't help but said: "Will they treat my apprentice as a lunatic..."
Wen Qiao looked calm and said: "No, but everyone should be curious about your existence."
As soon as Wen Qiao finished speaking, Fang Muyan and Fang Mingyan looked at each other. After nodding, Fang Muyan pinched his own eyes, and then he looked in the direction of Quan Yao without blinking. However, there was nothing else there. There was nothing except Wen Qiao's three people and Quanyao.
Fang Muyan looked confused, wondering if it was his misunderstanding?
Fang Mingyan saw Fang Muyan's confused face and looked at Quanyao suspiciously.
Wen Qiao told Uncle Mo Yi again: "Their way is not as good as one ten millionth of yours, so don't worry..."
Uncle Mo Yi: "I'm not worried, I'm just feeling emotional. I didn't expect that some inheritances still exist after so many years. It's just a pity that they are all too weak..."
At the end, Uncle Mo Yi sighed with emotion.
Wen Qiao rumored: "It's no wonder they have low spiritual energy in the future. Did you see the young man smoking outside? His talent is actually very good, but he is a bit older..."
(End of this chapter)
