"Selling steamed buns?" Mu Fengqing could hardly imagine that Guan Yu, wearing a green battle robe, strapping a red rabbit horse, and carrying a green dragon and moon knife, could sell steamed buns.

Seeing Mu Fengqing's disappointment, Guan Yu's father sighed: "Oh, we are old, but it has become a burden to my son. I think my son is full of martial arts. If I hadn't cared about us, I could do something in all directions. Alas, we have delayed him."

Guan Yu's mother also said: "My son is really filial. Although his family is poor, I am very satisfied with having a son."

Looking at the two old men with white hair, Mu Fengqing was speechless and had to say hello politely: "Then I'll say goodbye first."

The meat was stewed opposite Guan Yu's house. After the confused wife lit it, she realized that she had forgotten to prepare the big ingredients. She was anxiously as if she was whispering cooked meat from the pot. She happened to see Mu Fengqing coming out of Guan Yu's house from the door, so she waved to him: "Ah, little brother, are you free now? Can you help me go to the pharmacy to buy a pack of five spices?"

"Why is it me?" Mu Fengqing asked strangely, "I don't know you before, and I'm just a soy sauce."

But the wife said, "Hey, aren't you the player who doesn't belong to our NPC?"

I'll go! Non-NPC player!! What's this title? Mu Fengqing thought.

The wife continued: "My uncle and his family said they were coming temporarily, so I had to stew the pot and meat to avoid being too rude. Now the ingredients are only lacking in five-spice medicine packs..."

Mu Fengqing thought that when she bought something, she seemed to have two packs of five-spice medicine bags and gifts, but she didn't buy it for money anyway, so she took it out and gave it to her: "Take it."

The wife immediately said, "Sure enough, this is just a good thing. You can do whatever you want. Thank you, little brother, this is the money for buying medicine bags. I give these buns to you as a thank you."

Okay, I was underestimated by NPC. Mu Fengqing took the silver and said to the bun, "You have to be welcome, this bun looks delicious, it's really good, I'll try it first."

The wife said, "No, little brother. Although this bun is the world's number one delicacy, it also has the effect of restoring internal energy of 10 points each. You should save it until your life is in danger before eating it!"

I'll go, and I have to wait until I can help my life. It's too useless! Seeing the real expression of my wife, Mu Fengqing had to put away the hot buns first and said, "Thank you then."

Mu Fengqing turned back to the market and heard a passerby say, "The Guan Dahan who sells steamed buns is born with Kong Wu, but he is looking at a steamed bun stall here, which always makes people feel that it is so inconvenient."

Passerby Yi said: "The Guan family's child is a filial son. Because his parents are still there, he would rather sell steamed buns in this small town to support his parents. There are not many young people who can still think like this now."

It seems that Guan Yu really went to sell steamed buns! It is impossible to describe the waste of resources of such super talents. Mu Fengqing walked away to the steamed bun stall and saw a man wearing a green robe, a red face, a long beard and a blue scarf, kneading steamed buns there. This look is undoubtedly a standard Guan Yu dress. Since he can do such an amazing career as selling steamed buns, Mu Fengqing thought that he would never lose to him when he first met him.

Mu Fengqing thought for a while, stood still with her feet, clenched her fists and drooped, and her qi dantian was shouting: "Oh~————"

Passers-by were startled by Mu Fengqing's loud voice and looked at him one after another, and found that he had not grown three arms and four legs, so they continued to do their own things indifferently.

Guan Yu was also startled by Mu Fengqing's shouts, raised his phoenix eyes and glanced at Mu Fengqing, lowered his head to continue making his own steamed buns.

Mu Fengqing stared at Guan Yu, and sang with her hands while walking, "Shaolin Kung Fu makes steamed buns, which are earth-shaking, and the steamed buns are fragrant and sweet. I really want to eat them. Seeing that the elder brother has good arm strength, I just called my brother to throw his five bodies~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

At the end of the singing, Mu Fengqing stretched out a fist to Guan Yu to express his emotional excitement.

Guan Yu blushed: "What are you doing?" (It seems that his face was originally red)

Mu Fengqing said: "Apart from singing, I cannot express my admiration and admiration for you in other ways."

"Then you buy two steamed buns from me. The sales have not been good recently and I can't support the household use." Guan Yu said honestly.

I'll tell me! Is this really the Guan Yunchang who killed Hua Xiong with warm wine? Hearing this kind of unconventional steamed bun sales, Mu Fengqing had to ask: "Is it Guan Yunchang, Brother Guan?"

Guan Yu rubbed the steamed buns without even raising his eyes: "I am the one, do you want to buy steamed buns?"

Damn, I said three words without leaving the steamed bun. Is this guy really Guan Yu? Mu Fengqing said tentatively: "No, I am Sima Xiangru. This time I came on behalf of the Shu** Master Zhuge Liang and invited Brother Guan to serve as a general in Shu Kingdom."

"My parents are here and I'm not traveling far away. Guan still needs to take care of Yan and Jiaci. I can't accept your kindness. Besides, I am very satisfied with my current life. I have never had any delusions about Ren Shi's visit to the general." Guan Yu kept kneading steamed buns.

I went, very satisfied with my current life. Mu Fengqing said again: "A good man is determined by all directions, so how can he be buried in such a market?"

Guan Yu kneaded a dough and looked up and asked, "So, do you buy steamed buns?"

Mu Fengqing was speechless by Guan Yu, so she had to take out the money and said, "Give me two. Brother Guan has such filial piety, Sima Xiangru admires her very much. Loyalty and filial piety are the most righteous. Since Brother Guan is still in the high hall, he can't force her."

Guan Yu skillfully threw two steamed buns to Mu Fengqing and said, "Thank you for coming here to visit Guan. Guan is very kind. If you have time in the future, you are welcome to sit in my house."

Guan Yu's parents are still there, I can't force others to do anything. Let's visit him next time. Mu Fengqing sighed and walked out of Jieliang City.

Jie Liang didn’t have Sun Shangxiang! Mu Fengqing also traveled to most of the map from southeast to Shandong and then to northwest, thinking where could she go? Could it be that she went to the Huns?

The horse was racing northwest, curved left and right and right, and leaned towards the moon branch. When Mu Fengqing thought of this, she immediately decided to go to the Northern Huns. Maybe she was relaxing in the Northern Huns.

"Hey, don't these two sentences talk about Sun Shangxiang's hint in the North Sea? Why has it turned into a hint in the Northwest now?" The satirical Emperor Cangming came out and said.

"Get out!" Mu Fengqing said angrily, "It was you, a useless man, who misled me, who made a mistake in judgment and went to Beihai!"

"When did I mislead you? Wasn't it the judgment you made yourself?" said innocent Cangming.

Mu Fengqing didn't want the matter to be complicated anymore, so she said to Cangming directly: "Stockie, is there any?"

The scapegoat Cangming understood Mu Fengqing's meaning, so he had to have a bitter meat.

The northwest desert is lonely and smoke is straight. Since ancient times, guests have come here. There is only a vague road. On the road, Mu Fengqing is alone, and she is so lonely.

As we moved farther west, Mu Fengqing met a foreigner riding a donkey on the road. He was neither tall nor short, and had a strong and short beard.

There is no reason? Seeing this man's skillful driving skills, Mu Fengqing thought, since ancient times, isn't Zhang Guo the only one riding donkeys? Besides, when he was in Peking, he (the mouse) died.

While Mu Fengqing was still thinking, the foreigner had already come to him: "God?"

Mu Fengqing looked at him blankly and shook her head.

"Monster?" the man continued to ask.

Mu Fengqing continued to shake her head.

"Thank you!" The man then continued to walk his own way.

Faced with this kind of encounter that passed by, Mu Fengqing was anxious to speak Japanese: "Baobao!"

The man turned around, looked at Mu Fengqing curiously and asked, "Why, are you going to rob?"

"No." Mu Fengqing shook her head quickly and asked, "Who are you?"

"Marco Polo," the man replied.

"Marco Polo?" Mu Fengqing was shocked, "Aren't you who came to China in the 13th century?"

"Isn't it the 13th century now?" Marco Polo asked back.

Damn, was there Zhuge Liang in the 13th century? Mu Fengqing was speechless again.

Marco Polo gave a thumbs up to the lost Mu Fengqing: "Lovely little brother, you dare to come to the Silk Road alone. What a commendable courage."

It turns out that this is the Silk Road! Mu Fengqing was about to ask questions, but suddenly she found that Marco Polo shook like film and disappeared!! Mu Fengqing shouted, "Ghost!!!"

The scapegoat Cangming flashed out and said, "Master, you call me?"

"I didn't call you, I saw a ghost just now." Mu Fengqing said in dismay.

Boxue Cangming smiled proudly and said, "Hahaha, master, have you forgotten that there is a mirage in the desert?"

"How can a mirage travel through a thousand years ago?" Mu Fengqing said with a blue face.

"One thousand years?" The old man Cangming said he didn't understand.

Mu Fengqing was worried that the night was long and dreamy, so she hurried toward the Hun tribe: "Okay, I have to hurry up. You can rest when you are cool!"

The Southern Xiongnu were far away from the war-torn Central Plains. Compared with Mu Fengqing's last time, there was little change, there was no tavern, and there was no place for Sun Shangxiang to settle down. Mu Fengqing had no intention of spending time in the Southern Xiongnu, and went straight to the Northern Xiongnu.

The Northern Huns and Southern Huns had similar layouts, both of which were large yurts and there was a lot of yellow sand on the ground.

Perhaps because there is no stable food income like farming, adults have gone to graze and hunt, and there are not many people on the street. A sharp-eyed little boy saw Mu Fengqing's Central Plains outfit and immediately ran over and asked, "Big brother, are you from the south?"

"Well, it should be considered." Mu Fengqing was afraid that the Huns would be hostile to the people of the Central Plains, so she said an ambiguous thing.

"Big brother, can you bring us some toys from you southerners?" The little boy was so childish that he did not show any concerns about Mu Fengqing. "We have seen some of your things before, and they are all so exquisite, we don't have them here."

Mu Fengqing breathed a sigh of relief and said, "What do you want?"

The little boy said, "I want tambourines and windmills!"

A little girl also ran over and said, "I want colored balls and ribbons!"

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Chapter completed!