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The first thousand and 290 eight chapters "Ghost Story" (first update)

"Selling buns, big freshly baked buns!"

"Don't miss it when you pass by. Those who have money will buy money, and those who have no money will buy..."

"My lords, our Zuichun Building has opened, and all beauties will get a [-]% discount!"

Hearing loud hawking, Qin Feng struggled to open his eyes, and what he saw was a bustling and peaceful prosperous world.

The situation of time travel seems to be a little different this time, Qin Feng always feels dizzy, as if he was drunk.

Relieved, he was amazed by the scene in front of him. Even though it was night, there were still so many shops open, and there was an endless stream of pedestrians on the street.

Could it be that he traveled to... Datang?

Qin Feng first sensed his physical condition, and as expected, all his abilities were stamped again this time.

Forget it, let's seal the seal, it's not the first time.

Qin Feng shook his head, stood up against the corner of the wall, looked at the bustling night market in front of him, and felt better for no reason.

"Guest, how about a bowl of noodles? Whether it's braised noodles or Yangchun noodles, all of them are excellent!"

A shop waiter at the entrance of the alley came forward to greet him enthusiastically, and with a smile, patted the dust off Qin Feng's body with a towel.

The storage space is sealed, so naturally there is no money to settle the bill.

In addition, Qin Feng had already had a full meal before adding it, so Qin Feng had no choice but to decline with a smile. Unexpectedly, the waiter in the shop was very enthusiastic, and he would let Qin Feng taste whatever he said, and promised: "Guest officer, you can come and taste it, we don't mind that the noodle restaurant is not good. for free!"

Qin Feng couldn't refuse, and with the smell from the noodle shop blown by the wind, it was really delicious.

"It's a big deal, I'll say it's not good after I taste it."

Qin Feng rolled his eyes and thought secretly, perhaps the shopkeeper never thought that his skin was as thick as a city wall.

"A distinguished guest, please come inside!"

The waiter yelled into the shop, and at the same time as he greeted Qin Feng to enter the shop, the noodle cooker also started to cook the noodles.

After Qin Feng sat down, he always felt that something was wrong. Is the waiter in this shop too enthusiastic?

"Ahem, a bowl of Yangchun noodles will do."

Qin Feng asked for a bowl of the cheapest noodles, which were green onion noodles with a clear soup and little water, also known as Yangchun noodles.

"Guest officer, our family's stewed noodles are the signature, it would be a pity if you don't try it." The shop waiter persuaded Qin Feng to order more expensive stewed noodles, Qin Feng quickly declined, and after several refusals, the shop waiter had no choice but to give up.

While waiting, Qin Feng looked around vigilantly, and first ruled out the suspicion of a black shop.

After all, there are a lot of customers in the store, and secondly, how can there be a black store in a busy city?

"It seems that I am overthinking."

Qin Feng was relieved a little, and the noodles were brought up, a bowl of plain green onion noodles.

The noodle soup was clear and full of aroma, which made Qin Feng's index finger twitch after eating too much fish and meat.

"Guest officer, use it slowly." The waiter in the shop handed the chopsticks to Qin Feng, and Qin Feng tasted it bluntly.

suck~

Qin Feng was a little unbelievable when the noodles were in his stomach. A small bowl of plain noodles can be so delicious. This is not the world of "The Captive of Gourmet".

Originally only intended to taste a couple of bites, Qin Feng, who excused himself to leave, ate up a bowl of noodles without knowing it.

The waiter smiled and said, "Guest officer, isn't our noodles good?"

"No...not a bad fart!"

Just as Qin Feng wanted to praise, he quickly changed his words, and his face sank: "The taste is weak, a failure! The scallion was not washed, and it smelled of mud, a failure! The noodle soup was too hot and almost scalded me, a failure of failures!"

It's good that I didn't ask you for money, but do you still want money?Your craftsmanship still needs to be improved. "

These nitpicking remarks made the waiter's face darken immediately, and said: "You have to pay for the noodles, guest officer, a total of three Wen."

"Forehead..."

Qin Feng looked at the shop boy's vicious expression, and thought to himself, could it be that the robber changed his career?This look is a bit scary, I just want to renege on my debts, so why are you so fierce?

Qin Feng said in a low voice: "Shopkeeper, I came out in a hurry and didn't bring any silver. Is it okay if I wash a hundred plates for you?"

"No money?"

The waiter in the shop sneered, his smile was sinister, and in an instant, all eyes were on him.

The diners in the store, the woman at the door of the brothel opposite, the shopkeeper of the tailor shop, and every passerby on the street all cast their gazes on him.

It wasn't the gaze of the melon-eating crowd watching the excitement, but a cold, greedy, beast-like expression.

Qin Feng was startled suddenly, he finally noticed something was wrong.

From the moment he opened his eyes, everyone seemed to be sneaking glances at him intentionally or unintentionally.

He suddenly remembered the words that he shouted in the street as a performer, he was so dizzy that he couldn't hear clearly, but now he remembered it.

"Don't miss it when you pass by. Those who have money will buy a money market, and those who have no money will buy a... ghost market!"

When Qin Feng came back to his senses, he saw that the waiter's entire face was rotten. The flesh on his face was like unpasted cement, falling down piece by piece, and he could directly see the white skull inside.

The shop waiter opened and closed his mouth, and said with a strange smile: "Guest officer, since you have no money, you can use your body to pay for it? It just happens to be a pot of stew."

Qin Feng glanced at it from the corner of his eye, and in that cauldron of stewed meat, the head of some unlucky guy was heaving up and down with the boiling water...

"It's not good."

Qin Feng frowned, now that all his means are blocked, and so many ghosts are watching him, it is not easy to escape.

At the critical moment, an old man in a tattered Taoist robe stepped into the store, smiled and took out a stack of paper money for the dead from his pocket and stuffed it to the storekeeper: "This is my little nephew, I will settle the money for him."

"Thank you, sir."

The shopkeeper accepted the money with a smile, and his expression returned to normal, but an imperceptible disappointment flashed in his eyes.

At this time, other people also returned to their original state, no longer staring at Qin Feng.

It seems that this place is originally a lively night market street scene.

The cold wind blew past, and Qin Feng felt a chill on his back.

The old man led Qin Feng out of the store, took out a talisman and said aloud, and pressed the hot talisman on Qin Feng's stomach.

Qin Feng felt nauseated for a while, leaned against the wall to vomit, and vomited out all the noodles he ate just now.

At this moment, take a closer look, where are the noodles, it is clearly...a strand of hair!

Qin Feng was quite fortunate that what he wanted were Yangchun noodles, not braised noodles, otherwise...

The old Taoist said sarcastically: "You are really not afraid of death, a living person actually entered the ghost market. If the poor Taoist happened to pass by and feel the breath of a living person, you might have to confess here tonight."

"Thank you sir."

After Qin Feng regained his composure, he clasped his hands and cupped his fists to express his thanks, and asked, "I don't know who is the leader, the Daoist name?"

"It doesn't matter if you don't mention the Taoist name, my surname is Li, and my name is Xiuyuan."

"It turned out to be Daoist Li, thank you for saving my life!" Qin Feng bowed again to thank him, and then a system prompt came from beside his ear, "Welcome the host to the plane of "Ghost Story"!"

The first thousand 290 chapters nine apprenticeship Li Xiuyuan (second more)

"If you remind me later, just let me die."

Qin Feng gave the system a big white eye. If he had known the name of the plane earlier, he might have been able to avoid this turmoil.

The name "Ghost Story" seems to be related to ghosts at first glance, and it has the same effect as "Strange Tales from a Liaozhai Studio".

At the same time, it seems that immortals are also involved here?

"Ding! The main mission of the plane will be announced next!

[Monster Slaying Admiral]: Become the demon slaying admiral of the demon slaying division.

【Purduation Great Evil】: Kill at least two demons, devils, ghosts, and monsters of the level of 'Da Evil'. "

[Tao]: Find the "Tao". "

The system directly ignored Qin Feng's complaints and announced the main mission. The first two of the three missions have clear ideas, but the third one has less content and is mysterious.

Qin Feng couldn't figure it out, what is the so-called "Tao"?

Could it be the Taoist in front of him?

Qin Feng rolled his eyes, bowed his hands, and said, "I can't repay you for saving my life. I just want to become a disciple of the Taoist priest and promote righteousness in the world!"

"Good guy, why are you still blackmailing me?"

The Taoist priest couldn't avoid it, waved his hands again and again and said: "This is impossible, I'm just a greedy and lazy Taoist priest, how can I teach disciples."

"Don't be modest, Taoist priest. Isn't the gourd on your waist a magic weapon?"

"That's my gourd for wine, if you don't believe me, smell it."

"The Taoist priest's spell just now..."

"That's the simplest emetic spell, a Taoist can do it, and some quacks can do it."

Qin Feng had no choice but to grit his teeth and said against his will: "The Taoist priest is so immortal, even if his achievements are not high now, he will definitely achieve something in the future, please accept me."

Xianfeng Daogu?

Li Xiuyuan smiled, with a sense of joy, because one of his middle front teeth was missing, and with his tattered clothes, he was more or less a beggar, and his spirit of immortality was not at all stained.

The corner of Qin Feng's mouth twitched. The old man really didn't look like an expert, but his intuition told him that he was right.

"It's more convenient to have more people." After thinking about it secretly, the old Taoist nodded and said, "Okay! Since you have the heart, then I will take you as my apprentice."

"Meet the teacher..."

"Wait! I am not a Taoist priest who eats fast and recites scriptures in temples. I am a Taoist priest who walks in the rivers and lakes. It is indispensable for me to eat and sleep in the open and exposed to the sun and rain. Would you like it?"

"Yes!" Qin Feng is determined, as long as he can learn from his teacher, he can say anything.