V5.Chapter 11

The city is obviously divided into East and West. Most western cities are barracks. Although they also have luxury villas, they are also the houses of senior officers.

The whole Xicheng District occupies three quarters of the city.

Although the east of the city is only one-third of the west, it is even far more lively than the West.

In addition to a large number of residential areas, there are many special streets here. According to the words of the Jin campaign, the most essence of the whole city is the snack street.

The East Dashen is indeed different from such a bitter and cold place as the northwest.

Even in such border cities, there are countless local snacks.

Throughout the history of Dashen, it seems that the word "eat" has deeply entered the bone marrow of all Dashen people.

Of course, in addition to snacks, there are a large number of various shops and alternative businesses here. According to Jin campaign, brothels account for a considerable share.

However, it is not surprising that with the soldiers stationed in Xicheng District, it is even more difficult for the brothels here to be prosperous.

However, he Yiming and Jin battle are obviously not interested in such places.

Perhaps, the only thing that can interest them is the snack street advocated by the Jin campaign.

As he turned East and West, he walked into an alley. When he went out, he Yiming's nose couldn't help but jerk a few times.

It was really fragrant here, and what surprised him more was that even he couldn't tell what the aroma was.

After seeing the expression on he Yiming's face, Jin battle laughed and said, "brother he, here is basically a row of unique foods from the north, including some fine products. Now that you're here, you might as well open your stomach and have a big meal. There are several special things that are close to the northwest. Although there are also products in the mainland, you can't burn this unique local flavor."

He Yiming nodded with a smile and said, "brother Jin, this time it's up to you. Just follow."

Jin battle handed the reins of the horse to Feitian Gu's hand and said, "follow me."

Jin battle seems to be very familiar with the environment here, but for a moment, he Yiming has tasted three different flavors of food.

There is really no exaggeration in the words of Jin battle. These three flavors are never tasted by he Yiming, and the taste is so good that it doesn't seem to be under the family banquets of those rich and powerful families in the northwest countries.

He Yiming was very curious about this and said, "brother Jin, you are so familiar with this place. Have you been here many times?"

Jin Zhan shook his head with a smile and said, "I've only been to this city for the second time."

He Yiming was surprised that he had been familiar with this situation only twice, which seemed a little unlikely.

Jin battle sighed lightly and said, "brother he, to be honest, I have traveled all over the world. I have been to most of the famous cities in Dashen. As long as I have been there once, I will not forget it."

He Yiming was relieved and said, "brother Jin, I thought you were a martial arts enthusiast, but I didn't expect you to be a glutton."

The Jin campaign suddenly smiled mysteriously and said, "brother he, my big Shen has a vast territory and different martial arts styles. They have their own different histories, traditions and characteristics. Like these meals, they also have similarities."

He Yiming raised his eyebrows and looked at the pancakes he had eaten in his hand. He said suspiciously, "what is the relationship between these foods and martial arts?"

Jin battle laughed several times and said, "eating one way, broad and profound, infinite taste, is the infinite change of the Qi of heaven and earth. For me, if one day, all the tastes of the world can be merged into one, it is the time for martial arts to become a success."

He Yiming's eyes flashed. He had never heard similar remarks before, but at the moment, it seemed to be reasonable. It seemed that he had grasped something, but this thread of thought was spinning in front of his eyes like a lantern, making him feel helpless.

Far away, it seemed that I heard a burst of horse hissing and a sharp cry.

He Yiming turned around as if waking up from a dream. At the back of the snack street, he heard angry cries from Khotan.

Because he was in charge of three horses, Feitian didn't follow them into the snack street, but waited quietly at the back of the alley.

But somehow, he had a conflict with others.

Jin battle snorted angrily, and his heart was angry.

After entering this city, I really came to the ground of Dashen.

Here, there are still people who don't sell the accounts of Lingxiao temple. Isn't this groundbreaking for Taisui.

He stepped out, but he didn't turn his body, but in the surging crowd, he still slipped out like a swimming fish. It was only a few breaths before he came to the place where the quarrel took place.

He Yiming followed closely, as if there was an invisible line between them, and steadily followed him there.

Big black and other three horses were tied to a big tree, and Fei Tian stood beside the horse, with a sneering smile on his mouth.

Not far behind Da Hei, a young man covered his stomach and lay on the ground crying for pain. Looking at his white face, it seemed that the pain was in the bone marrow.

Beside this young man, there was another young man of the same age, but this man obviously did not have the ability to deal with emergencies. He stood at a loss and didn't even know how to deal with the aftermath.

After the conflict here, many people have gathered together, but they are far away from the tree, and they seem to be afraid of something.

The battle of Jin took great strides forward, and Fei Tian quickly bowed as a gift.

He waved his big hand and said, "what's the matter?"

Fei Tian respectfully said, "master Jin, this man saw Dahei, and he came up regardless. Dahei was annoyed, so he gave him a kick."

He Yiming glanced at the back hoof the size of Dahei's sea bowl, and then looked at the young man crying pain on the ground, with a trace of pity in his eyes.

After being hit by this, he was only injured without being kicked to explode his internal organs. His internal strength cultivation was at least above the sixth level. However, this guy who is not easy to mess with, even to mess with big black, this is not self death.

Sure enough, after listening to Jin battle, instead of being angry, he came forward and patted Da Hei intimately for two times, saying, "good job, old man."

The onlookers all gasped. His mount hurt people, but he was still praising the horse. Such an attitude of treating human life like grass is naturally chilling.

He Yiming's eyes turned and all the expressions of the people were in his eyes.

His heart suddenly clicked, and there was cold sweat on his vest.

After seeing the scene just now, he was not surprised at all, nor did he want to defend the injured youth underground or give him a helping hand.

I don't know when, his heart has begun to become cold, and even gradually moved closer to these top figures.

In their eyes, human life is indeed like grass mustard.

He Yiming had thought before that maybe after decades, he would look down on all this, become familiar with life and death, and become indifferent.

But until this moment, he knew that all this had come so fast, so abrupt and unconscious.

Jin battle looked at he Yiming in surprise. In his feeling, he Yiming's breath seemed to become extremely unstable. This is simply incredible for a strong player like them.

Suddenly, there was a riot after the crowd. As if he saw something ferocious, the crowd automatically separated. Surrounded by a group of people, an officer and a middle-aged man came in.

Jin Zhan glanced at the man from a distance. He didn't know whether it was intentional or unintentional. He slowly turned around and left a figure to the other side.

He Yiming noticed this, and he vaguely guessed in his heart that this person should have known Jin battle.

In this group, there are more than a dozen people decorated by officers. Wherever they pass, the crowd retreats to the two sides like a broken tide. It can be seen that these people have a prominent reputation in this city, at least in this street.

The middle-aged man's eyes turned around here, suddenly took three steps and two steps, and came to the ground in front of the man who was crying pain. He bent down, picked him up, and angrily said, "Ling Kai, how are you?"

The young man beside seemed to have found the target, and hurriedly said, "master, the young master saw a good horse here and just wanted to have a close look. But I didn't expect this man to be fierce and hurt the young master."

He stretched out his hand and added a few words, while staring at Fei Tian.

The officers who accompanied the middle-aged man and others stared at each other, and the chief officer said, "brother Fang, there is someone who dares to ride a horse and hurt your son. This person is absolutely heinous." After saying that, he looked up, his eyes were black, he was slightly stunned, and blurted out, "good horse."

The middle-aged man put an internal force into his son's body to help him stabilize the injury, but also looked down the officer's eyes.

When he saw Da Hei clearly, he was stunned at first, then startled, and his eyes showed an unbelievable look. His body trembled and suddenly turned his head. First, he looked at it with a cry of congratulations and passed it without stopping. Then it fell on Feitian, and his eyes turned from doubt to affirmation, and finally stayed on the gold battle who turned his back, and his face suddenly became a little bloodless.

The officer originally wanted to go forward and catch people, but after seeing the expression of the middle-aged man, his heart tightened and he immediately closed his mouth.

The muscles on the middle-aged man's face twitched twice, and his hands suddenly loosened, allowing his son in his arms to fall heavily on the ground again.

Then, in the midst of everyone's eyes and tongue tied, he knelt down respectfully and said loudly, "disciple Fang Shuyue, a disciple outside LingXiao palace, knocked on the golden Shizu."

The field was suddenly silent, and the young attendant who was still talking widened his eyes and gurgled in his mouth, but he could no longer say a word.