The two of them walked on the empty desert for most of a day before they left the boundary of Sangshu Village. Originally, one man and one horse would be able to leave the boundary of Sangshu Village in half a day, but Xiao Yun did not ride a horse when he followed him. Although the two of them ran for a long time, they had just left the boundary.

After leaving the boundary of Sangshu Village, it is the boundary of Dadu. The two walked on the official road. Compared with the sparsely populated areas of Sangshu Village, the boundary of Dadu is extraordinary after all, and there are more and more people. The two asked pedestrians on the road, inquired about the direction of the road, and rushed towards Dadu.

At 10:00 a.m. The sun was in the middle. Compared to the south, the sun in the desert was very hot. After rushing for a long time, the two of them had already dry mouths. They saw a tea stall on the side of the road, which was supported by a large umbrella under a sand dune next to the road. Six or seven guests were sitting inside. Xiao Yun hurriedly grabbed the horse and lowered his head to Lu Feifei and said, "After rushing for a long time, the horse is tired. Don't get off the horse and drink tea so that the horse can rest!"

Lu Feifei turned her face and looked at the tea stall. Seeing that it was still cool, she touched her pocket and had some silver. She nodded and said, "Okay, just drink some tea here and rest before rushing!"

The two of them dismounted. A waiter had already come over. He took the reins from Xiao Yun and pulled the horse to the back of the hill. Xiao Yun looked at the hill suspiciously and saw that there was a pergola behind the hill. It was supposed to be prepared for the passengers' horses, so he didn't care. He followed Lu Feifei into the tea stall.

Not to mention, the tea in this small tea stall has a different taste than the tea in Jiangnan. What is even more rare is to quench your thirst. Xiao Yun drank two big bowls in one breath. Just as he was still feeling unfulfilled, he suddenly heard a sound at the door. Xiao Yun felt that his eyes were dark, and the sky seemed to be dark. Before he could look up, he heard a gentle voice saying, "Boss, come two bowls of tea?"

Hearing a guest coming to the door, the man in his fifties responded, stood up from the table, walked to the tea room, leaned over and poured two large bowls of tea, placed it on a wide wooden table to the right of Xiao Yun, turned around and sat back to his seat. The two walked in, and one of the young men said, "Master, take a break first!"

The other person nodded, but did not answer. He did a little, picked up the tea and started drinking tea.

Xiao Yun was drinking the tea in the bowl and was turning the big bowl so that the boss could put another bowl of tea. He looked at the two of them inadvertently, but he couldn't take it back as soon as he saw it.

A middle-aged literati dressed up like a national font, with thick eyebrows like two murderous swords, with bright eyes and full heaven, but in this elegance it reveals a kind of righteousness that is not angry and powerful, which makes Xiao Yun look at it: "What a strong righteousness!" This man was wearing a Confucian uniform, holding a purple-green bamboo stick in his left hand, emitting a faint green light, and a faint auspicious aura, which you can tell at a glance that it is extraordinary.

What made Xiao Yun even more curious was that there was a scimitar on his waist. The knife was only about three feet long, the handle, the scabbard, the handle, and even the blade was extremely simple, without any gorgeous decoration. It was hard to tell that it was a good knife. However, the knife had not been unsheathed. Xiao Yun only took a look and felt that the knife had a kind of murderous aura that was so soul-stirring that it was a kind of murderous aura that was so scattered that it was in a battle, facing thousands of troops without fading.

"Good knife!" Xiao Yunqing couldn't help but shout.

The man was stunned for a moment, and turned his head and looked at Xiao Yun. With this glance, Xiao Yun was stunned again: "What a strong righteous spirit!"

The man's eyes only looked at Xiao Yun's face, then withdrew his gaze, and his expression became leisurely in a moment, as if the righteousness he had just now had never felt. Xiao Yun sighed inwardly, trying to retract his gaze, but his eyes kept calling. The man gracefully picked up the big bowl of herbal tea on the tea table and began to taste the tea slowly.

Sitting beside him was a young boy, looking pretty and dressed as a book boy, and he looked like a master and servant. At this moment, he was putting two packages on the table, picking up a big bowl of tea and drinking it, and it seemed that he was extremely thirsty.

In a moment, he drank a big bowl of herbal tea.

"Slow down, slow down!" the man looked at the book boy lovingly and comforted him.

The Shutong smiled, raised his hand and wiped his sleeves hard on his mouth, then opened his mouth and shouted to the owner of the tea stall: "Boss, have another bowl?"

"Okay!" The tea stall owner responded, got up and walked over, and was about to take the tea bowl when he suddenly saw a group of people running from afar where the dust rose on the road.

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Chapter completed!