Starting with the divine power of the Great Vajra, he traversed the heavens.

Chapter 494 Within Hangzhou City (Bonus Chapter, Please Vote!)
"Plop!"

Accompanied by the chaotic flapping of bird wings, a flock of sparrows swiftly flew across the sky.

A donkey cart moved slowly along, bathed in the warm sunshine. Even the breeze was gentle, and the red flowers and green grass along the way were enough to make people stop and admire the scenery.

Perhaps it was the birdsong that was so melodious that the man in black driving the car looked up with great interest.

This is a forest road, with towering ancient trees on both sides blocking out the sun, and only a sliver of light can be seen overhead.

The bird flew by and was naturally lost, but Ding'an still craned his neck to look for a long time, and sighed, "Ah, it's been so long since I've had roasted bird."

The carriage curtain was suddenly pulled open, and a round-faced girl poked her head out, saying, "Roasted sparrows? You're so cruel."

Ding An chuckled and patted his stomach. "If you're hungry, Ke Ke can eat anything." He smacked his lips as he spoke, then suddenly realized something and glanced at her sideways. "When we were at sea, you roasted quite a few seagulls!"

Hongxiu said sweetly, "If you didn't keep complaining about being hungry, I wouldn't be hunting birds!"

Upon hearing this, Ding'an chuckled sheepishly and scratched his head.

After a while, Hongxiu said gently, "Don't worry, didn't the shepherd boy just say that Hangzhou is only a few miles away? When we get there, we'll have a good time eating West Lake Fish in Vinegar Sauce."

Ren Shaoyang inside the car: Σ(⊙▽⊙“a
Upon hearing this, Ding'an perked up and laughed, "Oh my, I've heard so much about this, but I've never tasted it before!"

Ren Shaoyang: ε=(ο｀*))) Sigh

Hearing him sigh, Ding'an turned and asked, "Crippled man, you know how to eat, how's this stuff?"

Ren Shaoyang frowned and pursed his lips. After constipating for a long time, he finally managed to squeeze out six words: "Fish is fish, vinegar is vinegar."

Ding'an's eyes widened, full of anticipation: "You mean, the fish is fresh enough, and the vinegar is fragrant enough?"

Ren Shaoyang couldn't bear to lie to him, so he covered his face and remained silent.

Hongxiu's eyes darted around, and she chuckled softly, "Even the cripple hasn't denied it, so what are you worried about? All the fish will be yours!"

Ding An chuckled and said, "I'm afraid it won't be enough."

"Not enough?" the little beggar said. "At worst, we can buy a steamer of steamed buns or something, and you can dip them in the soup!"

Ding'an was overjoyed and clapped his hands, laughing loudly, "Great, this is great!"

Snapped!
Ren Shaoyang slapped his forehead, sighing inwardly, "What a disaster!"

Ding An suddenly turned his head, frowned, and said, "What do you mean, you cripple?"

Hongxiu quickly covered Shaoyang's mouth and added, "He's having a terrible time!"

"What?"

"Because I couldn't have West Lake Fish in Vinegar Sauce! I gave it all to you, didn't I?" The little beggar didn't even blink.

Ding An felt relieved, chuckled, turned around, and continued driving.

Ren Shaoyang looked at Hongxiu: "You just love to trick him!"

Hongxiu snorted and stared back: "The severed hand has learned to be clever, but a cunning fox can't beat an old hunter!" She couldn't help but chuckle.

Ren Shaoyang shook his head: "Sigh, he's just unlucky."

Hongxiu asked suspiciously, "Is it really that bad?"

Ren Shaoyang looked at her calmly: "Have I ever lied to anyone?"

Hongxiu nodded: "That must taste terrible." She raised her eyebrows, "Perfect for curing my cravings after my hand was broken!"

The carriage continued its journey, and by afternoon, the terrain was gradually opening up, and they had emerged from the mountains. In the distance, wisps of smoke rose from chimneys. Ding'an was overjoyed and kept urging the donkey forward.

After turning a corner, the group's eyes lit up as they saw a large city standing in the open space ahead, with rivers bursting out from the mountains and flowing southward in a mighty torrent – ​​this was the Guxin River.

They had arrived in Hangzhou.

First, we arrived at the banks of the Guxin River, parked the car, and released the white donkey and the gushing water.

Ren Shaoyang stood with his hands behind his back, gazing at the scenery of Suzhou and Hangzhou. A gentle breeze of late spring swept by, bringing him comfort and joy.

Under the shade of the trees, Ding'an chatted with several travelers who were resting and cooling off by the river. They talked about something, started laughing, and after a while, they even put their arms around each other's shoulders and started drinking.

Meanwhile, the little beggar ran to a variety show troupe.

A moment later, Ren Shaoyang, who had been squinting at the scenery of Suzhou and Hangzhou, couldn't help but turn his head.

In the distance came the sounds of dry drums, gongs, and silver gongs, along with a clear and melodious voice.

The little beggar, with his cheeks puffed out, was playing the suona with great enthusiasm, blending in with the troupe and drawing cheers from the crowd.

Ren Shaoyang smiled and said, "To survive in the martial arts world, you need to know how to brag, and you also need to have talent, the ability to 'exchange ideas artistically,' it's not just about fighting and killing."

Just as I was enjoying the show, I suddenly heard a loud rushing sound from the riverbank, followed by the sound of ping-pong balls.

Ren Shaoyang turned his head and saw the white donkey and Gun Gun ganging up on the fat tiger, making it howl and run around in all directions.

Let the Sword God move casually, and ripples suddenly appeared in the void. He stared at it, his face suddenly darkened, and he cursed angrily: "You deserve to be beaten! Brother Lu and Gungun are drinking water downstream, and you are peeing upstream, right?!"

Hearing Ren Shaoyang's curses, the white donkey and the rolling ball beat up the sly fat tiger even more fiercely.

In an instant, the fishing rod whistled and swung wildly, the donkey's hooves flew, and the crackling sounds were incessant.

Fat Tiger screamed in agony as he was beaten, his fat swaying in the wind, moving left and right, looking utterly pathetic, but in reality, he wasn't injured at all.

The three beasts tumbled and rolled, rushing deeper into the forest, startling a flock of birds. But even with such a commotion, Ding'an and the little beggar remained peaceful, neither seeing nor hearing how fiercely the three beasts had fought.

Half an hour later, the donkey cart continued on its way.

"Crippled man, those merchants said that West Lake Fish in Vinegar Sauce is delicious, it tastes like bean soup with rice!"

"Are they from Sichuan?"

"How did you know?"

"Still a great bunch."

"You know it again!"

"These people have never eaten anything good before."

"..."

(P.S.: The bean soup rice is delicious!)
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"Oh dear, sir, why are you spitting?"

The manager of Lou Wai Lou was shocked and rushed to greet him, his voice trembling with anxiety.

"Does he... does he have epilepsy?"

Ren Shaoyang said gently, "It's alright, it's alright!"

The shopkeeper hurriedly served tea, glanced at Ding'an, and asked anxiously, "Are you really alright?"

Ding'an: ()
Hongxiu chuckled: "He's eaten too much, he'll be fine after a rest, he'll be fine after a rest."

The shopkeeper said, "Isn't it because it smells fishy?"

Ren Shaoyang and Hongxiu glanced at him sideways.

The shopkeeper hurried downstairs, not daring to linger for even a moment.

“He knows,” Hongxiu said with a chuckle, taking a sip of tea.

“Of course he knows,” Ren Shaoyang laughed. “How could a restaurant owner not know the taste of his own food?”

Hongxiu asked doubtfully, "Why not make it taste better?"

Ren Shaoyang looked at her with his clear black and white eyes: "Little beggar, do you think it tastes bad now?"

Hongxiu tasted the juice, wrinkled her nose, and exclaimed, "It's awful!"

"Then think about it again." Ren Shaoyang smiled. "If you were starving back then, how would it feel to suddenly be served this 'vinegar fish'?"

"Wow!" Hongxiu's eyes lit up. "Sweet, sour, and meaty—it's heavenly!"

"Once you've tasted and seen it all, your standards naturally rise. As the saying goes, it's easy to go from frugality to extravagance, but difficult to go from extravagance to frugality." Ren Shaoyang laughed heartily, "That's exactly the point."

"Haha, great point!"

A bold voice suddenly rang in their ears.

Suddenly, the sound of horses' hooves was heard, and the horses stopped outside the building. The diners inside began to whisper among themselves.

Ren Shaoyang glanced to the side and saw a burly man in yellow striding towards him.

Hongxiu raised her eyebrows: "Invincible in martial arts!"

"It is indeed me." Wu Wudi laughed heartily, his eyes lighting up when he saw Ren Shaoyang.

He sat down with an imposing air, ordered a pot of wine, and slowly sipped and savored it.

Ren Shaoyang was also observing his appearance. He saw that the man had a topknot, a broad face, a sallow complexion, thick eyebrows, and a pair of bright, piercing eyes that swept across the room with a dazzling gaze.

"A true hero."

Wu Wudi laughed and said, "What a great swordsman!" He looked at Hongxiu and said, "We meet again, Miss Hongxiu."

The little beggar didn't answer, but instead looked him up, down, left, and right carefully.

"Is there something on my face?" Wu Wudi frowned and said, "You look at me like that."

"Oh dear, this time you didn't transform from air into form!"

Wu Wudi raised an eyebrow and laughed loudly, "In front of Sword God Ren, I dare not use any underhanded tricks." He looked at Shao Yang with his tiger-like eyes and said, "If you are found to have a flaw, you will die."

Ren Shaoyang smiled, raised his glass, and said, "Want a sip of wine?"

"pleasure!"

Wu Wudi burst into laughter and personally poured him wine.

The two drank it all in one gulp, their eyes meeting in deep concentration.

Suddenly, Wu Wudi looked at Ding An beside him and asked in confusion, "Knife Emperor, who is he?"

Hongxiu shrugged: "A whole plate of West Lake Vinegar Fish, I'm nauseous."

Wu Wudi paused, his hand holding the wine glass still, and stared blankly.
"He's so pitiful."

(End of this chapter)