Am I the only one who didn't ascend?

As Shi Yue and Wang Luo walked along, they saw that the winding road under their feet sometimes forked and sometimes closed, like a spider web, weaving into a huge maze.

Shi Yue, on the other hand, is like an industrious web-weaving spider, walking along the fine spider web, greeting every passer-by with simple greetings and smiles - similarly, passers-by also respond to Shi Yue one after another. Simple and unpretentious passion.

About ten minutes later, as the two of them went deeper and deeper into the unglamorous world under the bridge, the scene in front of them suddenly became clear.

The road was widened to accommodate four vehicles traveling abreast, and the muddy dirt road was covered with flat bricks. On both sides of the road, there were endless shops and stalls as far as the eye could see.

The colorful lights from shop signs, the noise of pedestrians on the street, and the smell of rice and wine from restaurants and wine shops all intertwined into a song that played in front of Wang Luo.

What a bustling cityscape hidden under the brilliance.

"Welcome to Stone Street!" The girl wearing a red hat finally showed her most sincere smile of the day, "According to legend, this is the starting point of the ancient Lingxi Town, the place where our ancestors of the Shi family first lived... How about, Can you tell that this is an ancient street with thousands of years of history?”

Wang Luo leaned down and traced a layer of stone powder on the masonry with his fingers.

"This construction cannot take more than ten years."

Shi Yue's expression froze and he smiled helplessly: "Okay, I was wrong again..."

"But judging from the location, this is indeed the Stone Street of Lingxi Town in my memory."

Then the girl's smile returned to her bright smile: "That's good! Today, in order to welcome the Lord Mountain Lord back from the dead, I won't eat at home. I'll treat you to Li Ji's roasted pork! It's very famous here on Stone Street!"

At the end of the speech, although Shi Yue's smile did not change, the corners of his mouth clearly twitched with poverty.

"Well, you may not be able to afford the expensive meat, so please be merciful when ordering."

Wang Luo nodded and said, "Understood."

While talking, Shi Yue took Wang Luo into a small shop that was bustling with people.

The space in the shop is small, with only six round tables placed compactly. Each table was crowded with diners, making the shop even more crowded. However, a fat aunt shuttled through the "no space" like a clever swallow, and quickly served each table of guests with fragrant dishes.

Shi Yue had just opened the door curtain, but before she even stepped forward, the aunt suddenly twisted her head, her smile was dripping with sweat, and she issued a particularly loud and penetrating greeting: "Xiao Yue is here! Come in and sit down quickly!"

Before she finished speaking, she seemed to have mastered the magic of Mustard Seed Sumeru. With two big hands like cattail leaf fans, she pulled out a small open space out of thin air in the shop, then took off a wooden table from the wall, and two The bench was set up on the spot.

During this period, other guests were still eating and drinking on their own, unaware of the squeeze on their own living space. There was only one table near the door, and a few people raised their heads and waved their hands at Shi Yue.

Obviously, in this ancient street with thousands of years of history, the young Shi Yue has already become famous.

Shi Yue was not polite about the preferential treatment given by the proprietress. After thanking him, he used the solid skills he should have during the foundation building period and walked through the crowd to sit down at the small round table. When she turned back to look at Wang Luo, Wang Luo was already sitting opposite her like a ghost.

Shi Yue was not surprised. He pulled out a menu from under the table and explained: "The first half of the page are Uncle Li's specialties. They are cheap and affordable. You can order whatever you like. The two rows in the middle are unique, but I can't afford them. In the end, Not only can I not afford the food below, but it’s also not delicious. Uncle Li used it to trick tourists.”

Before he finished speaking, a vigorous yell came from the kitchen: "Xiao Yue, you are farting again! Which dish I made is not delicious!?"

Shi Yue made a face, took out a teacup and teapot from a small cabinet behind him, poured hot tea for the two of them, and then raised his hand to greet the aunt: "Aunt Yang, one portion of the signature roast pork and one portion of fried dumplings! "

Then he lowered his head and said softly to Wang Luo: "I personally recommend chicken dumplings and vinegar cabbage."

Wang Luo took a look at the menu, and it was indeed the cheapest one. However, his mind was not on the taste of the food at this time, so he nodded as he was told and let Shi Yue loosen his grip on the wallet.

What Wang Luo is concerned about is that catering in this new era is too developed.

He had never tasted the food and could not comment on it, but the rich spiritual power contained in each dish could be clearly felt with his eyes closed.

Every dish is a genuine "spiritual food". As the name suggests, eating it can replenish your true energy and even improve your cultivation. Its efficacy is comparable to a panacea, but it can also satisfy your appetite.

In Wang Luo's era, this was an out-and-out luxury item.

There are many natural and earthly treasures that can enhance one's cultivation, but there are not that many ingredients that can satisfy a practitioner's taste buds - or in other words, not enough people are willing to study the taste buds of a practitioner. As for the fusion of the two, to improve one's cultivation and enjoy food at the same time, that is a privilege that only a very few people can enjoy.

According to the standards of the old days, everyone in Li Ji's Roast Meat Shop was a privileged class.

However, this kind of privilege is unnecessary. Food and beverages in the mortal world are developed because mortals must eat to replenish their physical energy. But a qualified practitioner must practice "bigu" even if it is only in the Qi-entraining stage. After embarking on the path of spiritual practice, the most effective and cost-effective way to replenish your true energy is always to breathe in the spiritual energy of heaven and earth. To satisfy your appetite, you can also use some magical methods such as recalling illusions. You can eat whatever you want in your dreams.

There is absolutely no need to go to great lengths to develop a "spiritual food" that has both but no cost-effectiveness.

With this doubt, Wang Luo observed the diners in the shop and gained new insights.

Although all of them are unattractive in appearance, every one of them has a certain level of cultivation. The weaker ones are also perfect in entraining Qi. The outstanding ones have even condensed a loose pill, and their true energy fluctuates powerfully.

There are so many and dense cultivators, even though their level is not high for Wang Luo, they will inevitably affect the flow of spiritual energy in the world.

Because every practitioner will breathe in the spiritual energy of heaven and earth as naturally as breathing and turn it into his own true essence. And a few or a dozen monks breathing together is like throwing gravel into a river. It is difficult to change the direction of the river, but it will inevitably cause ripples.

But the aura of heaven and earth in the roast meat shop ignored each other and flowed silently with this group of practitioners.

Wang Luo raised his finger, intercepted a fragment from the invisible flow, rolled up a small vortex on his fingertip, and then absorbed it into his body...

The taste is mellow, no less than the old top-grade Cave Heaven Blessed Land, and second only to exceptional places like Dingling Hall.

Although the spiritual energy itself has no taste, for any practitioner, spiritual energy of this quality can be described as a supreme delicacy. But the practitioners in the shop were only indulging in the food on the plate, turning a blind eye to the flow of spiritual energy flowing around them.

Recalling what Shi Yue said before about food and transportation expenses, Wang Luo couldn't help but have an interesting guess.

"Do the practitioners in the Great Law Age no longer know how to breathe in and out?"

Shi Yue, who was swallowing saliva and waiting for the food to be served, couldn't help but be startled when he heard this.

Before she could answer, a big hand like a cattail leaf fan suddenly appeared in front of her, as well as a plate of stacked signature roast pork filled with the aroma of meat.

“The signature roast pork is here!”

Then came a mountain of diced chicken, shrimp and water chestnuts.

"The chicken is jumping!"

Wang Luo glanced at the two plates of meat in front of him, then looked at the dinner plates of the surrounding diners that had shrunk by at least 30%, and couldn't help but ask: "Are these your adoptive parents?"

Shi Yue almost choked in her lungs after taking a sip of crude tea.

But Aunt Yang smiled and said: "That's right, goddaughter! Lao Li, please add some braised pork strips!"

After speaking, he patted Wang Luo on the shoulder, and then hurriedly went to greet other guests.

Shi Yue smiled and said: "Aunt Yang quite likes you. She is rarely so enthusiastic towards strangers. Especially recently, Shijie Street is really not peaceful, and it is difficult for everyone to do business."

This sentence was not peaceful and business was not easy to do, which immediately caused the people at the two tables next door to sigh in unison.

"Isn't it? Those green-skinned dogs are really annoying." A fat man wearing a white vest and gray shorts, with most of his belly exposed, sighed greasyly, "I've been thinking about it for the past few days. The store is closed, so I don't have to worry about having them come to my door every day to make trouble. The license has expired, and the decorations in the store are illegal. Damn, if I put a poster of Taixu Mirage at the door, it will be torn down and said to be offensive. Where does the stone street come from?”

A thin man smiled, lowered his eyes and said, "You have such a big belly, you will be fined if they catch you."

"Fuck." The fat man tried hard to boost his energy and shrink his belly, but with little success. "Is it such a crime to be fat?"

At the next table, an old man in a vest with a half-bald head and wrinkled face frowned and said: "It's a crime or not, what do you think? If you are filial, no one will care about killing people and setting fires. If you are not filial, you are like this The stomach is at least in Lingchi."

The fat man was immediately angry: "You old immortal, you look like a hairy belly and you still have the nerve to criticize me? If I were Ling Chi, you would at least have to face each other!"

Another person said angrily: "It's better to blame others than to blame others." But it was a diner who had just ordered coriander powder.

Seeing that his words made the store noisy, Shi Yue smiled bitterly and explained softly to Wang Luo: "Recently, the Qingping Division of Rongcheng took the lead in setting up a special group, saying that they wanted to rectify the style of Stone Street, which disturbed our local area. People cannot bear the suffering.”

As soon as he finished speaking, he heard Aunt Yang's vigorous and angry scolding coming from above his head: "Change this shit! They are just a bunch of Sima people making trouble out of nothing."

At the same time, she placed a plate of braised pork strips with rich gravy and salty aroma on the table.

Shi Yue's eyes flashed, he swallowed subconsciously, and then said: "Aunt Yang, add two more bowls of rice."

As a result, before he finished speaking, two large bowls of fragrant and moist white rice were already on the table.

Aunt Yang said: "Your favorite Haizhou rice."

Shi Yue smiled and said: "Aunt Yang, you don't really plan to be my godmother, do you?"

"If you are willing to change your mind, this store belongs to you! If Lao Li dares to fart, I will give him a slap!"

There was a strong and guilt-free groan from the kitchen, but a moment later, Aunt Yang brought another plate of vinegared alfalfa, saying it was from Lao Li.

However, the diners at the surrounding tables turned a blind eye to such blatant different treatment and were still immersed in the topic just now.

"What do those green-skinned dogs mean? How long will this special rectification work last? Brother Da, you have a bright future. Is there any news?"

The person called Da Ge was the only cultivator in the store who had condensed the lower-grade golden elixir. He shook his head: "It's nothing special, it's the same things that everyone knows: the group was proposed by Bolan Village, and the Governor of Rongcheng With the approval of the government, Qingping Division took the lead in establishing it. It has a lot of background, so I have always advised everyone not to commit crimes during this period, and just stay quiet for a few days. "

The fat man asked: "It's easy to shrink back. At least we can give you an accurate indication of when it will be finished, right? They can't punish them for the rest of their lives, and we'll shrink our heads for the rest of our lives."

The next moment, a strange voice joined the conversation.

"Special rectification, of course, is to rectify until the business environment of Shijie is in compliance with the law."