Meet the Gentleman

Chapter 5: Three-point Dragon and Phoenix
Buried on the mountain.

Feng Qingyan stood with his hands behind his back, looking into the distance with a slightly frown on his face.

"It's a pity that it escaped..."

If you don't remove the roots of the grass, it will grow again when the spring breeze blows. It will never be a good thing if you are targeted by a great villain who is as powerful as a great scholar.

However, the mountain soul has just ascended to the position of mountain god, so it may be difficult for him to destroy the great evil.

He withdrew his thoughts and looked at the unfamiliar block-shaped characters on the tombstone, but he had a sense of familiarity in his heart, especially the structure of the characters...

If I have to say who he is, I'm afraid I can only recognize the two words "tomb".

After a while, his gaze moved away from the tombstone and fell on a city far to the south of the mountain. It was time to get to know this world.

But before going down the mountain, he still needs to make some preparations.

That is to pick some mountain herbs that can be sold. No matter which world you are in, money is always indispensable. Although there are many tombs in the mountains, including the tombs of kings, princes and generals, Feng Qingyan has never thought of robbing tombs.

A gentleman loves money but gets it in a proper way.

Besides, he was not so desperate as to resort to tomb robbing and steal ill-gotten gains.

Two days passed in the blink of an eye.

"I should get down the mountain."

Feng Qingyan turned around and spoke to the mountain soul that had been following him.

Although it has become a god for two days, it is still unable to transform into a human form. It will take a long time to transform into a human form. At this time, although it does not understand what Feng Qingyan is saying, it seems to feel it and is very reluctant to leave...

"All good things must come to an end. Besides, I just went down the mountain to take a look."

Feng Qingyan smiled slightly when he saw this, and then, regardless of whether the mountain spirit could understand him or not, he said sternly, "But before we leave the mountain, I have something to say to you, and I hope you'll remember it."

"Be a local god and protect the peace of the area."

After Feng Qingyan finished speaking, he bowed slightly, then turned and walked down the mountain.

The mountain spirit really didn’t understand what Feng Qingyan said, but when it saw Feng Qingyan bowing to it, it was so scared that it quickly “knelt down”.

As he went down the mountain, the mountain spirit followed him.

But what made him a little embarrassed was that he had walked for a whole day but still hadn't gotten out of the mountain. He had no choice but to spend another night in the mountain, eating the roast chicken that the mountain spirit had stolen from somewhere, and continued to walk down the mountain the next day.

It was not until the morning of the third day that he finally walked out of the mountains.

At this time, he was standing on a hill south of the Burial Mountain, and saw several thatched houses of different sizes at the entrance of the valley at the foot of the mountain, with a large flag fluttering in the wind in front of them, and further away there was a city full of the atmosphere of time.

The moment he walked out of the mountains, he vaguely felt a breath different from the mountains.

This may be the breath of the holy way.

"Let's go back."

Feng Qingyan looked at it for a while, then turned and said to Shan Hun.

But just as he took two steps, he was hit by waves of dizziness and the whole world began to spin.

"I'm fine..."

His body was staggering, but he forced himself to shake his head, trying to stay awake, signaling to the mountain spirit behind him who was reluctant to leave not to worry.

After a short rest, Feng Qingyan stepped on the snow and walked towards the thatched cottage step by step. From afar, he heard the clear sound of a child reading. Although he could not understand what the child was reading, he could tell from the rhythm and melody of the sound that it was the sound of reading.

Is this a village school?

But there was no village nearby, only a city in the distance, which looked like it might be a private school.

Feng Qingyan took a look but didn't go any closer.

He carried a large bundle of yam herbs on his back, walked across a stone bridge several meters long, and continued to walk towards the ancient city more than ten miles away. On the road, the snow was quite thick, and he was carrying dozens of kilograms of yam herbs, and his body was weak due to qi and blood deficiency, so he walked very slowly...

As time passed, the ancient city got closer and closer.

When he walked into the ancient city with anticipation, he found that there were cries of mourning everywhere in the city, and the whole ancient city was filled with a faint sadness.

He saw many houses hanging mourning banners, and after a moment's thought he understood. This was most likely the work of evil spirits, and he couldn't help but sigh in his heart.

He walked and observed carefully.

For example, in front of the steamed buns shop, the listless short and fat vendor kept shouting two sounds, which are most likely the pronunciation of "baozi".

Then, an old woman with a sad face bought ten buns and gave five copper coins.

This shows that one copper coin is worth two buns.

As for the conversation between the two, I didn't hear it clearly.

Feng Qingyan walked along with the herbs on his back, passing by three or four taverns, all of which had wine flags with the same word on them inserted diagonally outside the houses.

This indicates that it is the character for "wine".

However, when he was looking around carefully, he saw many people looking at him, and some even pointed at him out of curiosity.

He was dressed in white clothes as white as snow, and he looked like a noble son of a noble family. He should have been riding in a luxurious carriage, with servants serving him. But now, he was struggling to move forward with a large bundle of mountain herbs on his back, which was very inconsistent with his elegant image. It was hard not to attract other people's attention.

As time went by, more and more people came to see him on the street.

There were also women who brought fruits and melons.

A luxurious carriage passed by on the street. The nobleman in the carriage heard the noise outside and curiously lifted the curtain on one side. Seeing Feng Qingyan in white clothes carrying herbs on his back, he said in surprise: "He has a bit of dragon and phoenix appearance. No wonder he is surrounded by women..."

At this time, the nobleman whispered a few words to the old servant beside the carriage, and the old servant respectfully took the Ruyi bag filled with money and walked quickly towards Feng Qingyan.

Feng Qingyan refused the fruits offered by the woman and also refused the money given by the noble in the car.

However, after the refusal, they all bowed to the woman and the luxurious carriage to express their gratitude.

"Another point."

The noble in the car smiled slightly, lowered the slightly lifted curtain, and said to himself: "If there is a person in the world with 'dragon appearance and phoenix figure, natural temperament', how elegant will he be?"

Then, the nobleman gestured to leave.

With the help of enthusiastic people, Feng Qingyan soon arrived at a pharmacy.

Although he didn't understand what the other party said and didn't say a word, he successfully sold the mountain herbs by observing the other party's words and expressions.

Although there are still many valuable herbs in the mountains, he really can't carry them all. Of course, he can pick a lot of valuable mountain herbs, which is mainly due to the help of the mountain spirit.

After he sold the wild herbs, people on the street no longer thought he was strange.

So he continued to observe in the city...

During the observation process, he set two goals for himself: one was to learn the local language in a short period of time, the second was to quickly understand the world, and the third was to learn the writing of this world.

When passing by a restaurant, several young people who were dressed in extraordinary clothes and were drinking happily upstairs saw the otherworldly Feng Qingyan on the street. One of the young men shouted drunkenly at Feng Qingyan: "Brother in white, please come upstairs and have a drink with us. It would be great if we could get drunk and enjoy ourselves."

But Feng Qingyan on the street seemed to turn a deaf ear to it.

This attitude made the young man who made the invitation secretly angry, but he thought that the other party did not realize that he was calling him, so he did not respond, so he could not help but shouted again.

Unfortunately, the young man in white downstairs still ignored it.

This not only made the young man who shouted angry, but also made a group of young people very unhappy. We saw that you are a scholar with extraordinary temperament, so we invited you to drink with us.

But you turned a blind eye to it. You are so arrogant.

At this time, the young people looked a little embarrassed. The interest they had just had faded, and the wine in their glasses had long lost its taste.

"Humph!"

The young man who was shouting snorted coldly, and his expression turned a little ugly.

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