In the envy and awe of the gaze of the young priests, Mu Hanyan and others left the Fengcheng Temple.

"By the way, where is the Huayu Temple?" Mu Hanyan asked suddenly.

"It's in the northwest of Mujia Village. If you pass the trail behind Rijian Peak, it will take you more than six hundred miles." Ye Yi'an said.

"It's so close, then I will accompany you back to Mujiacun first, and then go to Huayu Temple." Sikong Qinglan obviously didn't know where Mujiacun was, let alone the distance, and said in surprise after hearing the words.

Mu Hanyan glanced at Ye Yi'an suspiciously. Mujia Village is more than a thousand miles away from the Fengcheng Temple, but only more than 600 miles away from the Huayu Temple, but he chose Fengcheng Temple instead. Isn't this asking for distance?

Reminiscent of the previous time when Sikong Qinglan actively invited them to the Huayu Temple to participate in the assessment, Ye Yi'an was hesitant, and Mu Hanyan secretly guessed that there is a hidden crisis in the Huayu Temple, which is probably not good for him, so he Just let go of near and seek far.

But now that she has made up her mind and has spoken everything, and Ye Yi'an has no objection, she can hardly change her mind.

"Wait a moment, my carriage is still behind." Sikong Qinglan said and ran to the back of the temple.

Mu Hanyan wanted to ask about the Huayu Temple, but seeing that there were so many people around him, he temporarily dispelled this idea.

Not long after, Sikong Qinglan drove a carriage to meet a few people. Seeing Sagong Qinglan's carriage, Mu Hanyan was stunned.

What kind of carriage is this, it's clearly an ox carriage. The old bull pulling the carriage has muddy eyes and skinny skin. It is estimated that the age is much older than Si Kong Qinglan. The carriage itself is strong and strong, but the cowl frame They are all very old, with traces of wind and frost from top to bottom.

At this time, Sikong Qinglan no longer has the air of praying priests. He is wearing a coarse cloth robe with many patches. How do you look like the wind and sun farmers in Mujia Village? It is even worse. Mutu dressed glamorously.

"I'm afraid I might break the sacrificial robe on the road, so I changed my clothes." Noting Mu Hanyan's slightly surprised eyes, Sikong Qinglan was a little embarrassed and blushed again.

"Oh, let's go." Mu Hanyan didn't care too much either.

Diligence and thrift is a virtue. As a priest, simplicity is also normal.

Originally, Mu Hanyan wanted to stay in Tianfeng City for one night before leaving, but he accidentally offended several of the most prominent priests of the Fengcheng Temple and disturbed the temple’s chickens and dogs. Finally, he refused the goodwill of the priest. Han Yan was afraid of branching out again, so he didn't want to stay in Tianfeng City.

"Would you like to eat dinner before leaving?" Ling Baobao looked at Mu Hanyan with pleading eyes.

Traveling thousands of miles and savoring all kinds of delicious food is the lifelong pursuit of the foodie Ling.

"Okay, okay, let's go after dinner." Mu Tu also echoed with bright eyes.

"Okay." Mu Han nodded and said.

Grand Young Master Ling also has this hobby. She didn't want to disappoint him. Besides, she was hungry after eating and sleeping on the road for a few days.

Sikong Qinglan seemed to want to say something, but in the end he still didn't say it.

Tianfeng City is no less prosperous than the prefectures of the Holy Ting Continent. When he came, Mu Hanyan saw many restaurants. Anyway, she is not familiar with the place, she is not a foodie, there is nothing to be picky about, just find a restaurant that is eye-catching.

"This restaurant, I'm afraid it's not cheap," Mu Tu said with some lack of confidence when he saw the magnificent hall.

"What are you afraid of, what I have is money." Ling Baobao said with a look of pride, and took out a few silver coins and threw them around in his hand. Judging from his bulging package, he should still carry a lot of it.

"Where did you get the money?" Mu Hanyan looked at Baby Ling in surprise.

This guy often relied on her to bet and pick a lot of money in the Saint-Tin Continent, but like her, most of them were banknotes, and I didn't know where to get so many coins.

"It's all from everyone in the village." Ling Baobao said frankly.

"You, you swindled so much money from us." Mu Tu gritted his teeth.

"This can't be called a lie, it's obviously that they took the initiative to send me." Ling Baobao said disapprovingly.

"Huh!" Mu Tu glared at Baby Ling, too lazy to talk to him anymore.

Mu Hanyan shook his head secretly, no wonder the Mu clan hated Ling Baobao so much, and if he changed, he probably wanted to kill him.

I found a table by the window and ordered some dishes. After a short wait, the dishes were on the table.

Although there is not much difference between the folk customs of the Continent of the Gods and the Continent of the Holy Court, the rules are different and the production is somewhat different. Naturally, there are many differences in the dishes made. However, the so-called food is the most important thing for the people. It's still well done.

In addition to various dishes, Ling Baobao also ordered a few pots of good wine. Don't look at Mu Tu still vomiting with Ling Bao Bao, but when the food came up, he didn't care about getting angry, and eating with Ling Bao Bao's big foodie was full of greasy mouths, drinking wine, still full of praise.

"Brother Xiaobao, eat, eat, such good dishes are only made in Tianfeng City. When you return to Mujiacun, you won't have such a blessing." Mu Tu said while gnawing at the meat.

"Big Brother Mu eats too. Today I am a treat. Don't be polite to me. Just open up and eat." Baby Ling said as he slapped Mu Tu on the shoulder while eating and drinking like a storm.

"Brother Xiaobao is refreshing, let's drink." Mu Tu also took Ling Baobao's shoulder and took the wine glass and drank it.

Mu Hanyan and Ye Yi'an looked at each other, both of them were black lines on one end. They were still resentful just now. They were called brothers and sisters so soon. The world of foodies can't understand them.

"Master Sikong, don't be polite, eat." Seeing Sikong Qinglan's throat roll from time to time, but only occasionally move his chopsticks, Mu Hanyan persuaded him to be very restrained.

"Yeah, I'm full," Sikong Qinglan said.

"Have you eaten?" Mu Hanyan looked at Sikong Qinglan suspiciously, remembering that he hadn't moved his chopsticks a few times.

"I have a small appetite." Sikong Qinglan began to be shy again.

Hearing what he said, Mu Hanyan stopped persuading him. As soon as he turned it over, Mu Hanyan was dumbfounded.

It was just a few words with Sikong Qinglan that the dishes on the table were reduced by half.

Miss Mu didn't dare to be distracted anymore, quickly picked up the chopsticks and ate. Although she is not a foodie like Ling Baobao, she can't go back hungry.

Next to him, Ye Yi'an didn't neglect even more, and he opened his stomach and ate wildly.

Mu Hanyan glanced at him sympathetically, and he had been in the Continent of God for a thousand years, and this old man probably hadn't eaten anything decent, he was greedy long ago.

After a few people competed for you, especially Ling Baobao and Mutu, under a gust of wind, it didn't take long for the food on the table to be swept away.