After lunch, the three of them walked all the way. They rushed to the town ahead before dark.

The town is called Danyang Town, which is a larger town outside the pass. The three of them found an inn to stay in, ordered food, and had a good meal.

The three of them called local specialties, including iron pot big goose, stewed chicken with pine mushrooms, ginseng and flying dragon soup, white meat and blood sausage, pot bun meat, liquor slices, three fresh ground, stir-fried tofu with chili peppers, mixed mushrooms, mixed dishes, large mixing of vegetables, large peeling, peeled egg tofu, and fried peanuts.

Regardless of whether you can eat it or not, just order it. The dishes in the Kanto area are extremely affordable, especially for the Jiangnan people like Chen Rou.

A pot of big goose is enough to fill the three of them. What's more, they ordered so many dishes.

The three of them were stunned when they could not even place the table, so they could only put a portion of the dishes on the ground.

But Lin Zhanqing would not think of anything useless. He picked up the chopsticks, grabbed the spoon, and immediately transformed into a Taotie possessed.

The legs of the big goose, the wings of the chick, the blood sausage, the flesh segments, mushrooms, tofu, and skin pull.

Lin Zhanqing just gave it to his mouth. Especially the Shanzin Feilong Soup, Lin Zhanqing liked it the most. No matter what he ate, he had to use a spoonful of Shanzin Feilong Soup.

Dongfang Wan and Shen Rou didn't find it strange to see Lin Zhanqing's appearance like this. Instead, they made them hungry. The two of them didn't hesitate, as if they were rushing to have a meal, and they swallowed them without hesitation.

None of the three of them was willing to give in and they were not idle for a moment.

This looked quite terrifying. A large table and several large dishes on the ground were eaten.

The rest are all pot buns, pork slices, vegetarian dishes, etc. that are convenient to pack. Dongfang Wan took out the yellow paper she asked the inn shopkeeper before and wrapped it carefully. Save it for tomorrow to eat.

The three of them were too full and expressed in unpolite words, which was a bit overwhelming and unable to walk.

Since that's the case, the three of them simply chatted in the house.

Chen Rou sat on the bed with her knees in her arms and asked Lin Zhanqing first:

"Brother Lin, how far is Chentian City?"

Lin Zhanqing's hands were naturally hanging as if he had taken off his ring, erecting his stomach, spreading his body, and leaning on the wooden chair. He replied lazily:

"There are five or six hundred miles away from Chentian City, and it will be around five or six days."

Chen Rou listened to this, and a hint of depression appeared in her eyes that was not easy to detect. Then she said:

"In Fulu City, three hundred miles away from Chentian City, there are people from Chentian Wang's family to meet me."

When Lin Zhanqing heard this, his body spread on the wooden chair straightened, turned around and looked at Chen Rou and asked:

"That means that we have already ensured safety after walking another 300 miles. Is it considered that we have completed the task?"

Chen Rou just said "um".

Lin Zhanqing didn't care about his gentle expression at all, and just said to himself:

"Then let's take two steps quickly, don't delay the marriage of Sister Shen."

After Lin Zhanqing finished speaking, he continued to hang his stomach and spread it on the wooden chair.

Dongfang Wan sat on the bed with Shen Rou, and at the same daughter's house, so she naturally knew that Chen Rou was a little sad.

But Dongfang Wan didn't say anything, because no matter what she said, it would be better to say nothing.

Lin Zhanqing sat for a while, got some food, and went back to his room. Dongfang Wanchenrou also fell asleep.

Until the morning of the next day, the three of them did not stop at all. They rode their horses and headed northeast.

The three of them rode their horses and ran fifty miles in one morning. Just as the three were about to rest for lunch, the real trouble arose.

The three of them ran quickly and suddenly pulled the reins

The rope. After a sudden attack, the horse was caught off guard. It rushed into the air and stopped.

At this moment, a voice that was calm and without any guilt or apology sounded.

"Happy friends."

Lin Zhanqing and the other two kept the horse steady and looked forward.

Fifty steps ahead, four people rushed out at some point and stood side by side.

The oldest of the four people was a thin old man with frosty hair, wearing a sea-blue satin fur coat, and a short knife of one and a half feet was pinned on his waist.

The youngest one is a boy about the same age as Lin Zhanqing, with a pretty face. He is wearing a light green satin coat inside and a light purple plain leather jacket on the outside. He is holding a long sword in his hand.

The remaining two were a middle-aged bald man with a very burly figure. Perhaps it was intentional, even the pure black fur coat he wore was slightly stretched out. The burly and strong man was bare-handed and had no weapons.

The last person was a weak woman who looked as thin as paper. She wore a light blue plain leather jacket. She was wrapped in a fur jacket and was still as thin as paper. She had beautiful appearance, cherry lips, dark eyebrows, and a nose clever. But her face was pale, as if it was not blood-colored. She emitted a wave of cold air all over her body, and a long sword was inserted into her waist.

Needless to say, everything is clear.

Lin Zhanqing and the other two got off their horses in a hurry. Lin Zhanqing asked a step forward:

"What advice do you have for the old man?"

The old man was so scared by this sentence that he quickly bowed and said:

"The young hero is the old man. The old man has buried half of the earth, so how dare he advise the young hero? It's just that he has something to ask for."

Lin Zhanqing's expression remained unchanged and said:

"If Senior Senior is paying attention to my friend, there is no need to ask."

The old man looked embarrassed and said:

"So, please forgive me for not being able to agree."

The old man took out the short knife that was blocked around his waist, and the short knife was unsheathed. The blade was about one foot long, one and a half inches wide, and a quarter of thick. Anyone who had seen it at a glance would know that the knife was of great weight.

The old man gestured several positions with his left hand, nodded slightly, as if he thought he was good. Then he said to the strong man, young man, and thin woman behind him:

"It's rare that the old man has the opportunity to move his body and bones. You guys are watching from behind. When the old man's martial arts are not good, you have to save my old man's life as soon as possible."

The three people behind didn't reply, and the old man didn't care. He was about to rush towards Lin Zhanqing as soon as he started.

Lin Zhanqing quickly said loudly:

"Wait, senior, wait. Senior, senior, senior, senior, senior, senior, senior, senior, senior, senior, senior, senior, senior, senior, senior, senior, senior, senior, senior, senior, senior, senior, senior, senior, senior, senior, senior, senior, senior, senior, senior, senior, senior, senior, senior, senior, senior, senior, senior, senior, senior, senior, senior, senior, senior, senior, senior, senior, senior, senior, senior, senior, senior, senior, senior, senior, senior, senior, senior,

After Lin Zhanqing finished speaking, he bowed and bowed deeply.

The old man smiled and had a kind face. However, he scratched his stomach with his left hand and said embarrassedly:

"When I talk about this, the old man is ashamed. When he was young, the old man also spent a few days in the world. Unfortunately, he has never made a name for himself. His martial arts are also at the threshold of a master, and he can no longer enter. He is old, and he will not mention it. The old man wants to make a move, and the young man is careful."

After the old man finished speaking, he rushed towards Lin Zhanqing like flying. He could not see any slowness in his movements, and he was a perfect martial arts master.

In the blink of an eye, there were less than five steps away from Lin Zhanqing. Lin Zhanqing was unsheathed his sword, but he didn't make a move first.

The old man slashed it with one knife. This knife looked plain and unpretentious, just an extremely ordinary knife.

But Lin Zhanqing did not dare to underestimate him at all.

The old man's knife seems slow and urgent

Almost the moment the knife was released, the knife had already slashed straight down. It was so fast that it was a bit unbelievable.

The three strong man, the boy, and the weak woman had no expression at all, but just watched with concentration.

The soft expression was nervous, his brows were frowning, and even his eyes were half-closed.

Dongfang Wan was still as cold as usual, but her eyes were also looking at Lin Zhanqing.

Fortunately, Lin Zhanqing had not had any movement before, so there was enough reaction time at this time. Just as the knife fell, Lin Zhanqing avoided sideways. Then he did not stop and jumped straight backwards and landed five steps away.

The old man's knife slashed hard on the ground, cutting out a crack two or three feet long and more than one foot deep. The dust was flying straight and the smoke was rolling.

Lin Zhanqing looked at this scene with a serious expression, but was not surprised. Because the moment the old man's knife attacked, Lin Zhanqing had already clearly felt the power contained in the knife.

The old man looked at the knife that fell in the empty space and said to himself:

"Oh! After all, I'm old, let alone even when I was young, I was not the opponent of such a young talent."

The old man quickly turned his head and said loudly:

"Don't stand there, you guys have a few more moves, I'll be killed by the young hero with one sword."

Lin Zhanqing looked at the three strong man, the boy and the weak woman, with expressionless faces.

The three of them took a step forward after hearing the old man's words. The young man said:

"We are four, two of them. It seems that we have a little bit more chance of winning."

The strong man retorted:

"No, no. This is not the market call pork, it has nothing to do with how many pounds or how many pigs there are. It's about martial arts."

The boy gloated and said:

"It's appropriate to call pork. But it doesn't matter to us. It's not good to call Sister Yin a sow."

The strong man didn't care at all:

"Boy Yu, you dare to say that Sister Yin is a sow, haha. It seems that you can't live long."

The boy didn't care, he said:

"I just said what Brother Tang meant, and everything had nothing to do with me."

Before the strong man could reply, the weak woman coughed lightly and said:
To be continued...