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Chapter 1 The Stupid Meow from the Desert

This is Lu Guiming's first visit to Datang.From the distant Western Regions to the land of Tangjiabao under the feet of today.What I have seen and heard along the way is really novel.I have long heard people from the Central Plains in the Western Regions talk about how prosperous the Tang Dynasty was, but only after seeing it with my own eyes did I realize how lacking my imagination was.

For example, the small plate of snacks in front of me tastes crispy and delicious, and it is really delicious, just like the women in Tang Dynasty, who always speak softly and smile sweetly.

Seeing that he was enjoying his meal, the boss seized the opportunity to praise him: "The guests are really discerning. If you come to Sichuan, you must try this famous 'Camellia Cake'!"

The withered face was full of wrinkles, and he was spitting about how difficult it was to make this dessert.Hearing this, Lu Guiming couldn't help but click his tongue in admiration.

Lu Guiming swallowed one in one gulp, and the boss handed over a jug of wine at the right time: "Guests, slow down, don't choke, come and taste our exclusive brewed Zhuyeqing, this wine needs to be buried in the soil for more than ten years , to have such a taste, but it’s hard to find a pot!” Even though it’s already sunset, he can still easily bring out a pot.

Lu Guiming faintly heard a soft "heh", he looked around, but he didn't see anyone, it must be his own tinnitus.

He raised the wine glass and took a sip. It tasted very light. He drank strong wine in the desert. Now, taking a sip of bamboo leaves is like drinking white water, but it is a bit astringent.So he put down the wine and ate the pastry by himself.

When you are full of food and drink, you take out the silver on your body to settle the bill.

The creases on the boss's face piled up even more, and the squinted eyes were no longer visible: "A total of 20 taels of silver."

Lu Guiming frowned slightly: It seems that this food is delicious, and it is based on a good price.

He reached into his pocket, took out the money bag, touched a piece of silver and handed it to the boss.

The boss smiled happily. Looking at this big stupid man, he knew it was the first time he had come to my big country, and he would feel sorry for his "conscience" if he didn't make a fool of himself!

On the second day, as usual, we went west and east.

But not long after, Lu Guiming felt something was wrong, his hand was burning hot, and when he looked down, his whole hand was swollen.

At first, he thought it was because he had just arrived at the Tang Sect, and he felt uncomfortable and had adverse reactions. For example, when Tang people came to the Western Regions, some vomited, and some fell unconscious.He didn't care too much.But not long after, he found that the problem seemed to be a bit serious. The burning pain in his hand hadn't stopped, and his eyes also began to hurt hotly.

This is no small problem.His eyes were burning and painful, making it difficult for him to even open them, so he could only grope with half-closed eyes. In this way, if someone plots against him, wouldn't it be very easy to succeed.Besides, in his current situation, who can guarantee that he was not poisoned by someone.

Thinking of this, he immediately disappeared, and ran to a medical clinic with Mirage Step (Mingjiao's driving skill), and rushed in without saying a word.

After hearing his description, the doctor with the beard hanging down to his chest slowly stroked his beard for a while, and wrote a prescription with a serious face. The boy next to him took the medicine according to the same, and opened his mouth and said, "50 taels of silver."

"50 taels of silver?!" Although Lu Guiming felt that the price seemed a bit expensive, eyes were the most precious thing after all. He gritted his teeth, took out a silver ticket from his pocket, and put it on the counter.

The long-bearded man's eyes lit up, and just as he was about to reach out to grab it, the bank note disappeared out of thin air.

The air seemed a little colder.

Suddenly a person appeared in the air.A disciple of the Tang Sect in a strong outfit, with a mask covering half of his face, the exposed half was as cold as the iron mask, looking straight at him.

Although the face was very handsome, but there was no expression on it, the boss felt guilty, even if a fairy stood in front of him, he didn't have the heart to appreciate it.

"It's all right if you earn black money, but how can you pretend to understand his illness if you don't understand it." When he spoke, his voice was also cold, but it sounded inexplicably nice.

Lu Guiming stared blankly at the scene in front of him, not knowing what he was doing.

The boss glanced at the disciple of the Tang Sect, and then at Lu Guiming. Although he was reluctant to part with the money, he still suppressed an ugly smile when he saw the disciple of the Tang Sect gleaming with thousands of receivers. Take down my signboard."

Tang Wuchen ignored him and turned to look at Lu Guiming: "Do you trust me?"

Of course Lu Guiming couldn't believe it, but he nodded uncontrollably.

"Then follow me."