An inconspicuous carriage drove into the capital. The coachman was a young Taoist dressed in a plain Taoist robe. He was not very handsome and carried a long sword on his back. His expression was gentle and one could tell that he was a person who was easy to talk to. The city gate had nine ridges and ten dragons. It was a magnificent sight. There was only one passenger in the carriage. She sat in a fur coat and leaned against the back of the young Taoist. She listened to the young Taoist talk about the various wonders of the capital. She listened to him talk about how it was connected to Kunlun, how His Majesty the Emperor who oversaw the Hall of Supreme Harmony was from the south, and how the six palaces and seven halls of the inner court were built according to divination. The young Taoist was not old, but the principles he spoke of were not small. He told the beautiful woman that in the end, all the cities under the heavens pursued the realm of mutual penetration between heaven and earth. The woman's face was thin and thin. She was wrapped in a mink fur coat that was not too expensive. She looked like a pretty girl from a middle-class family. The mink fur was messy and was not as beautiful as a fox fur coat. If it was the wealthy women in the capital who liked to compare themselves, they would not wear this kind of mink fur coat unless it was a Guandong ferret. The woman listened to the young Taoist's gentle nagging and closed her eyes. There was a satisfied smile on her lips. After entering the city, she sniffed and softly said that it smelled good. The Daoist priest turned his head and saw a restaurant. Knowing that she was hungry, he immediately stopped the carriage, jumped down, and helped her walk into the restaurant. They chose a seat on the third floor by the window with a wide view. She only ordered a vegetarian dish for herself and a pot of wine for the Daoist priest who accompanied her. This made the waiter, who was greatly disappointed, roll his eyes. He thought that this foreign man and woman were too unsightly. It was not easy for them to come to the capital, but they did not bring more money. The waiter regretted giving up this seat to them. The wine was served first. The Daoist priest poured two cups. The vegetarian dish, braised eggplant, was the restaurant's signature dish. She was attracted by this unique fragrance.
She picked up a piece with her chopsticks and tasted it. She smiled and helped the Taoist put a piece into his bowl. She smiled and said, "It's delicious. The eggplant is peeled and cut horizontally into four pieces. The knife skills are very fine. Half a head of garlic is peeled and smashed instead of mincing it. Then, add a small fire and slowly fry it. Three eggplants are put into the pot. When it is served, it is just right for this six inch small plate. The key is to let the bean paste, garlic, and eggplant taste complement each other and not overpower each other. Therefore, this eggplant is more expensive than the meat. We did not spend money in vain."
The waiter was originally a little angry. After hearing the woman's explanation, his mood slightly improved. He thought that this beautiful but sickly woman could be considered an expert.
The young Taoist priest tasted it and did not say anything. He only smiled and looked a little silly.
The woman took a bite and put down her chopsticks. She looked out of the window and looked at the carriages. She held her cheeks and said regretfully, "According to your Taoist diet, people are born with the Qi of Heaven and Earth. Therefore, the seasons are very important. Those dishes have to be done at the right time. I was originally a foodie and was not afraid of getting fat. This season is the best time to replenish my autumn fat. As long as I let go of my appetite, when winter comes, no matter how cold it is, I will not be afraid. It's a pity that I don't have any appetite now. Sigh. "
The young Taoist priest did not say anything and looked down. During this long journey with her, wherever she wanted to go, he would bring her there. No matter how far away it was, no matter how high the mountains were, he would bring her to see the scenery. He only wanted her to have fun and return.
In the old West Shu, he brought her to see the most spectacular bamboo sea in the world.
In the old West Chu, they went to see the ruins of Xi Leibi.
Further south, he brought her to the nunnery. She asked for a lot, but it was the worst lot.
In the far west, there were mountains that could reach the sky.
Then, she said that she wanted to take a look at the capital.
Most of the diners in the restaurant were natives of the capital, and they were the best at hearing rumors. The people under the emperor's feet had a sense of superiority, as if there was nothing in the world that they did not know. The most exciting topic at the moment was the battle between Wang Xianzhi and the one-armed Li Chungang in the East Sea's Martial Emperor City. It could be said that it was the most soul-stirring battle in the Jianghu in the past fifty years. Then, the young leader of the Wudang Mountain, surnamed Hong, came down the mountain. It was said that he had the magical ability of flying a thousand miles with a sword. It was rumored that the Taoist priest was an immortal who was reincarnated from Ancestor Lu. In an instant, it made the ancestral court of Taoism, Mount Longhu, lose its color. The most sensational thing was that the land immortal had not been on the mountain for long. He brought a woman to the borders of several fallen countries one after another. Sword after sword, he destroyed the few remaining pillars of fate in the old West Shu and Dongyue. Later, he went west to Kunlun. Hundreds of top Qi Practitioners in the world flocked there, hoping to witness the immortal's majestic spirit when he cut down the fate with one sword. Secret news quickly spread to the capital. When the Taoist slashed out with his sword, the thick pillar of fate that was as thick as a mountain was about to shatter. This made thousands of people in the world dumbfounded. They were all curious whether there was really such an immortal in the world who did not ascend.
Someone in the restaurant spat, "That Wudang Sect Leader may look young on the surface, but he's actually lived for several hundred years, at least three hundred years, a full five sixty years!"
Someone immediately doubted, "Doesn't that mean he's much older than the old Sect Leader Wang Zhonglou? Since he's so old, why did he only leave the mountain recently? If he really has supernatural powers, how could Mount Longhu be the Minister of Featherclothes? "
The person who spoke earlier slammed the table and said angrily, "This Spiritual Master is worthy of being called the Immortal of Earth. How would we mortals know what he's thinking?!"
Countless people nodded in agreement, "Indeed," "That's right!" "I've heard that the great Spiritual Masters of the Taoist sects are all lowly and noble. They're determined to be simple and don't care about the false reputation of the mortal world."
Hearing all the discussions, the woman who was leaning against the window turned around and looked at the young Taoist priest across the table with a mischievous look in her eyes.
The young Taoist priest blushed.
Outside the street, the sound of thunder and horse hooves thundered, causing the ground to shake as if there was an earthquake.
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