Food gives me an entry, I will be invincible if I stay alive

Chapter 182 The Red-Powdered Skull, Is It Real or Not?

Chen Xu was quick-witted and naturally overheard all the conversations in the lobby on the first floor.

He hadn't expected the "Records of the Splendor of Dali" to spread so quickly. He had only received the news in the afternoon, and by the time the city lights came on, many people in restaurants and other places already clearly knew about it.

Chen Xu suddenly had a thought. He sensed that his once calm sea of ​​words seemed to be rippling again.

At the same time, the inkstone that was flying like a small boat across the vast sea of ​​literature seemed to have grown a little bigger without anyone noticing.

The inkstone silently grew larger, and the inkwell also became deeper without anyone noticing.

At first glance, the literary energy in the ink pool did not seem to have increased, but in reality, the amount of literary energy stored had increased considerably.

The translucent Wu hook floating above the inkstone also appeared more solid.

A faint mist drifted around the inkstone, appearing and disappearing intermittently.

That was the fog brought about by "Flowers Are Not Flowers," the fog appearing in front and behind, moving at will and driven freely.

The double-edged sword that is "The Chronicles of the Great Li Dynasty" has not yet shown its obvious drawbacks, but its benefits are already evident.

What Chen Xu didn't know was that the "Great Li Splendor Record" he thought had spread widely was actually only circulating among the middle and upper classes within Yunjiang Prefecture.

Those who can afford to dine at Zhuanyulou are mostly not poor people.

Restaurants and similar establishments are typically places where information is exceptionally readily available.

It will still take quite some time for the "Records of the Splendor of Dali" to become known to everyone in the city.

The restaurant owner respectfully and warmly found Chen Xu a private room behind a screen—

These so-called private rooms are not actually individual rooms, but rather several cool spaces separated by screens in the second-floor hall.

The restaurant owner led Chen Xu to a private room by the window.

Sitting in this private room, you won't be easily disturbed by the noise from the side, you can see the street view outside the window, and you won't be completely detached from the perception of public space.

This can be considered a unique feature of Zhuanyulou.

Because a high platform had been built on the street outside the window, colorful lights would gradually come on after nightfall. According to the shopkeeper, soon afterward, a Hu woman would come to perform the drum dance.

This private room on the second floor offers an excellent vantage point for viewing the scenery.

After the enthusiastic introduction, the shopkeeper didn't linger. He bowed and withdrew, and then the waiters began to serve the dishes.

The waiters came in and went in single file, carrying platters of delicacies.

The restaurant's lanterns were lit one by one, and the wind chimes under the upturned eaves jingled.

A moment later, the sounds of string and wind instruments, pipa, and drums began downstairs.

Sure enough, it was Hu Ji who came barefoot and lightly leaped onto the drum.

With a gentle step of her jade-like foot, the sound of drums, like a fierce wind and dense rain, pounded against people's hearts.

Such a bustling and vibrant scene, with thousands of feet of red carpet, was something that the young Taoist priest Kong Chan, who was used to cultivating in the mountains, had not seen for many years.

No, had he ever really seen such a sight before?

No, I think I've seen him before.

Having reincarnated several times, how could he truly be so ignorant?
But the truth is, as soon as the drums started, Kong Chan immediately leaned over and lay down by the window, craning her neck and unable to resist focusing her gaze entirely on the Hu woman dancing below.

For a moment, they even forgot about the delicious food on the table.

Until some unknown time, a faint, extremely distant aroma of wine suddenly wafted through the air, as if it had fallen from the sky.

It was as if the moonlight had been plucked, traversing time and space, and then, hazy and dreamlike, suddenly seeped into the depths of Kong Chan's heart.

The young Taoist priest Kongchan suddenly jolted awake, as if he had been whipped by a shower of soft red light, and came back to his senses with a rumble.

He quickly averted his gaze from the window, his heart pounding, and glared at Chen Xu, saying, "Brother Chen, how can this restaurant be so shameless?"

To attract customers, they even made the woman dance barefoot. This...this...isn't this using beauty to seduce people?" Chen Xu almost thought that this young Taoist would imitate some old scholars and say, "What kind of behavior is this?" That would be quite interesting.

But the other party's old-fashioned remark, "beauty is seductive," seemed no different from "what kind of behavior is this?"

Chen Xu held a white jade-like sweet porcelain wine cup in his hand, brought the cup to his lips and took a small sip.

Taking a sip of wine, Chen Xu smiled slightly and said, "The restaurant is brightly lit, and the Hu women are singing and dancing. Doesn't such a magnificent scene show that our Great Li Dynasty is now prosperous and the people are living in the best time?"

Master Kongchan, since you are proficient in medicine, divination, and fortune telling, you must be a person of great virtue.

How could a virtuous person in the world be easily seduced by beauty?

When one's heart is as still as clouds and water, the world appears pure and serene.

Only those who cultivate impurity will find beauty alluring.

"Master Kongchan, you're too attached to appearances."

Poor little Daoist Kongchan, only eight or nine years old, had the mindset of an eight or nine-year-old, but was not entirely eight or nine years old. For a moment, he was confused by Chen Xu's words.

He shook his muddled mind and said indignantly, "If you're not tempted by beauty, then why were you staring at that beauty on the drum just now?"

Chen Xu said leisurely, "That's naturally because the beauty is very beautiful."

Very well, that one sentence has given him away.

Kong Chan immediately clapped her hands and said, "Hey, you see, I knew you were also bewitched by beauty, weren't you?"

But then a sigh was heard, and Chen Xu said, "The beauty is very beautiful, truly and undeniably so. Just as the night sky is beautiful, the streetlights are beautiful, and the breeze by the window is beautiful."

This table of dishes is also very delicious.

Is it permissible for me to know what beauty is and to appreciate the beauty of all things?

If Daoist Kongchan judges me to be lecherous based on this, then I might as well accept the title of lecher.

As he spoke, he raised the wine glass in his hand.

I gently touched the breeze outside the window and took another sip.

After taking that sip of wine, the young Taoist priest Kongchan suddenly came to his senses and realized that the distant aroma of wine he had just smelled was indeed coming from Chen Xu's cup.

His eyes lit up immediately, and he said, "Your wine is excellent, why don't you pour me a cup too?"

As he spoke, the young Taoist Kongchan's back stiffened slightly.

After all, he had failed to answer Chen Xu in his previous conversation, which made it seem as if he had lost to a junior in a debate.

He lost, and then quietly changed the subject, which made him seem like a sore loser.

But the young Taoist priest Kongchan immediately reassured himself that the other party was clearly a young man, while he himself was just a child.

It would be an unfair victory if the other side won!
What is there to be ashamed of about his empty shell?
Chen Xu seemed oblivious to his little trick of changing the subject, and said only, "Is the Daoist priest ten years old now? Not even ten years old, please forgive me for not being able to give you this wine."

Kong Chan became anxious: "I... Daoist Master, how could I not be ten years old? I've been ten times ten years old... cough, how can I not drink alcohol? I'm already over ten years old, I just look a little younger!"

No sooner had he finished speaking than a gurgling sound was heard.

It turned out that the cicada's stomach was rumbling and gurgling, protesting that it wasn't being fed.

Kong Chan blushed instantly, and then she heard Chen Xu say:

"Young Taoist priest, drinking on an empty stomach is not a good idea. Why don't you eat something first?"

As he spoke, Chen Xu opened the Book of Food Cauldrons beside him.

Kong Chan had only praised the wine, but the Food Cauldron Heavenly Book notified Chen Xu that he had received a "like +500".

(End of this chapter)