Codex of the Old Gods: I Have a World

Po, who had a very explosive temper and had always refused to accept weakness, shared a room with this monster monk tonight. He was frightened and stayed up for half the night, but nothing happened.

Zhao Chuanxin has been resting on the recliner, with his eyes closed and rarely turning his body.

Not even snoring.

His breathing was even and long, and there was no noise in his lungs or nose, even on such a cold winter night.

At this time, any craft with some technical content was kept secret, and even more strictly, it was passed down from son to daughter.

He exclaimed: "Man, what's the stuffing in this shaomai? It's so damn delicious."

This is all he can say, anything more is a trade secret and cannot be leaked.

Zhao Chuanxin couldn't help but take another bite. The filling was soft and juicy, and the crab roe taste was fresh and rich, fragrant but not greasy.

When I opened my eyes again, the sky was already bright.

The patrolman who was rescued last night said with a fake smile on his face, nodding and bowing.

Especially for dry rice, after finishing the training, I ran a lap very energetically and jumped more than two meters high with all my strength.

When Zhao Chuanxin heard this, he was surprised that the small stall had so many details.

"Yes Yes."

Zhao Chuanxin had already stepped onto the Misty Traveler and replied: "By the canal."

Last year, foreigners held a car rally in the capital, starting from the capital and going to Paris, France. I don’t know how they managed it. Perhaps it's because rivers in the north are rarer.

After hearing this, the guy looked around in fear and whispered: "Guys, please don't talk nonsense, you will be beheaded."

Abao walked out of the room and the inn, and saw Zhao Chuanxin, Benjamin Goldberg and Gan Fan standing in a row outside the door, neatly practicing some kind of martial arts that she had never seen before.

Zhao Chuanxin looked at the tea leaves again, and this time the inspector hurriedly introduced: "Master, this is Jinshan Cuiyang. It is the best tea here."

There was a small slope in the rice field ahead. After Zhao Chuanxin rushed up, he saw a half-meter-high stone suddenly appeared behind the slope.

Po interrupted and said, "How about abandoning the car and taking a boat?"

The acceleration was too fast, so Zhao Chuanxin relied on the smart gyroscope to give him a push-up feeling to counteract the inertial backward force of his upper body.

The smart gyroscope scurried around, Zhao Chuanxin's body tilted left and right, and the path in the flow of people was like a zigzag lightning.

As he said that, the man was already galloping forward.

Abao listened and observed the strength of the body on the recliner, and finally couldn't resist the sleepiness and fell asleep.

Zhao Chuanxin thought about it: "If there is no bridge, we have to go all the way south, back to the boundary of Changzhou Prefecture, all the way to the vicinity of Changdang Lake."

The waiter smiled and asked, "Are there any guests coming later?"

Finally seeing a gold shop, Zhao Chuanxin leaned back violently, and Miao Miao Traveler braked to a halt.

This startled Po.

Zhao Chuanxin's plan to travel by car is obviously not feasible in this era.

He opened the wine jar and took a look. He saw that the wine was brown in color and smelled mellow and fragrant with a hint of sweetness.

After sorting out his clothes that were messed up by the wind, Zhao Chuanxin put his hands behind his back and Shi Shiran walked in.

Zhao Chuanxin wiped the cold sweat from his forehead: "I'm going to blanch it. It's so dangerous. At this speed, if I fall on a big rock, I won't be bruised..."

Xingyue needs to learn.

Zhao Chuanxin was not worried at all.

Abao asked: "What about you?"

Zhao Yixian's proud look froze on his face.

There are not many people who are as nosy as the innkeeper.

The two patrolmen were frightened: "I don't dare to take it, I don't dare to take it..."

Then she is no different.

The first dish was crab roe siomai.

Zhao Chuanxin asked the guy: "Is there a bridge here that can accommodate a car to pass to the west bank of Caohe River?"

After looking at it for a long time, she didn't see any clues.

Everyone saw him jumping into the Cao River. In the blink of an eye, he reached the other side of the river. In the next blink of an eye, he had disappeared into the rice fields.

She suspected that if the meal was not finished, soldiers would be sent to surround the place.

Zhao Chuanxin didn't take it seriously and shouted: "Beheading? Who will behead? Cixi's old coffin flesh, or Guangxu's tuberculosis? Or Yuan Weiting's grandson?"

After practicing, her qi and blood were not flowing smoothly, and she even felt a tightness in her chest. It was obvious that the two of them were in high spirits and extremely healthy.

Zhao Chuanxin's speed on flat ground should be a hundred yards or more.

Zhao Chuanxin looked at the other side of the river and said, "I'm going to find a gold shop to do something."

Even a Taihu pirate like A Bao began to feel restless.

The guy scratched his head and said, "This really doesn't happen."

Driving on land, the speed is far less than that of rivers, lakes and seas.

He couldn't do it without turning, and his feet hurriedly crossed each other to exert force. The Misty Traveler turned too quickly, causing his body to rush forward with inertia.

Zhao Chuanxin said: "Okay, let's check out, have breakfast and then set off."

If you carry these things, your family may be drained of money.

Zhao Chuanxin began to deliberately find places with many obstacles and rough roads to drive, so that Xingyue could learn more.

Two six zero three: c zero two four: c zero zero a: c four one one:: two eight

Who hasn’t asked him to clean it up?

There is definitely something wrong with the way they have practiced this style.

There were other people eating at the stall, and everyone was in an uproar.

Zhao Chuanxin put Dayang into their hands one by one and took Shi Shiran away.

Zhao Chuanxin sneered: "Isn't that old pervert Qianlong greedy for Ah Jiao's body? He knows the soup is delicious just by looking at it. How dare you say such a thing. You're not afraid of others laughing at such dirty things."

In crowded places, Zhao Chuanxin would most likely need the assistance of a smart gyroscope.

The guy didn't dare to talk to me anymore, for fear of getting into trouble. The people around me all lowered their heads when eating, as if raising their heads would be fatal.

Looking at Benjamin Goldberg again, he was very excited about eating and said, "Master, you can't find such delicious food in the whole United States."

Abao was about to leave, but then he thought that Zhao Chuanxin was practicing on the street outside his door. There were many peepers passing by, but Zhao Chuanxin didn't take it seriously.

By the time they reached the urban area of ​​Runzhou, Xingyue had completely adapted to the traveling patterns of the Piao Miao Traveler, and the ten-meter sensing range of the smart gyroscope could remind Zhao Chuanxin to prepare in advance if there was an emergency ahead.

Just as he was about to leave, he saw two patrolmen trotting over carrying heavy loads. Sweat broke out on their foreheads in the cold weather.

This is the key to his ability to control the Misty Traveler with ease.

In fact, these two people may not be doing well despite their appearance.

Zhao Yixian deliberately showed off: "Foreigners are vulgar, ignorant of etiquette, and rare and strange. If there is another unique thing about this place, it is called duck dumplings. Duck dumplings are not dumplings from the north, but duck meat and duck soup. It is said that Emperor Qianlong went to the south of the Yangtze River to visit Ji Zi On the way to the mausoleum, I was so hungry and impatient that I asked the clerk to go look for food. The clerk opened the door of a house and saw a girl named Ajiao steaming duck soup to replenish the health of her sick old father. When Emperor Qianlong saw the color of the soup, he knew it was delicious. He took a sip and found that it was indeed excellent. So he asked - what kind of soup is this? The clerk replied - it was duck soup made by Miss Ajiao. Emperor Qianlong named it - Duck dumpling."

Is this monk too courageous?