Only the intermittent sound of the night watchman could be heard.
Leaving the north gate of the city, the surrounding light brightened considerably, and Chu Yang also heard more hawking sounds.
"Selling Dumplings~~~Hot Dumplings!"
"Roasted meat, fresh mutton, venison, fish, five coins a skewer!"
"Delicious noodle soup, eight coins a bowl!"
Looking around, the streets were almost all small stalls selling late-night snacks.
As Chu Yang walked by, he suddenly had the illusion of being in a modern night market.
"Food is the paramount concern of the people. No matter the era, the smell of cooking is always the most comforting."
Chu Yang sighed with emotion, found a small stall selling Dumplings, sat down, and ordered a bowl of Dumplings.
Smelling the fragrant Dumplings, Chu Yang's appetite was whetted, and he lowered his head to eat.
After flying all night, he was already hungry.
Just as Chu Yang was engrossed in eating Dumplings, two figures walked over from not far away. After looking around, they stood by the Dumplings stall.
The Dumplings stall was not big; it was just a small table and a few long benches.
It could seat three people, but it would be a bit crowded.
So, the two of them stared intently at Chu Yang, preparing to sit down after he finished eating.
"Shopkeeper, two bowls of Dumplings!"
The one who spoke was a Middle-aged Man with a Vicissitudes voice. His temples were streaked with grey, and his face was crisscrossed with wrinkles and scars, suggesting a rich history.
Beside the Middle-aged Man was a young lady who was quite pretty. She didn't have delicate features but rather a graceful look with a hint of heroism, bright eyes, and white teeth.
What truly caught the eye was this young lady's figure: curvy with two long legs.
The Dumplings stall owner's eyes went straight.
The young lady seemed to notice the owner's gaze and shook the travel bag beside her, causing a clanging sound from inside.
The owner subconsciously looked at the travel bag.
Inside, there were clearly many weapons, gleaming with cold light.
The owner's scalp tingled, and he shrunk his neck, not daring to look any further. He lowered his head and honestly cooked the Dumplings.
Seeing this, Chu Yang's mouth curved slightly. The young lady was quite pretty, but her temper was quite fiery.
"Boss, another bowl."
As soon as Chu Yang finished speaking, he felt that the young lady standing next to him was a bit displeased.
"Why aren't you leaving after eating? Eating so much late at night, aren't you afraid of getting bloated?"
The young lady mumbled softly, but every word entered Chu Yang's ears.
"Excuse me, one bowl of Dumplings really isn't enough to fill me up. I have a big appetite," Chu Yang turned and said with a smile.
Hearing this, the young lady's eyes widened suddenly.
She had spoken very softly just now; an ordinary person would not have been able to hear her.
"Oh dear~"
Soon, the young lady's fair face turned red, and even her earlobes were burning.
Chu Yang moved his bench and said, "If you two don't mind, you can sit together."
The Middle-aged Man glared at the young lady in annoyance, then cupped his hands at Chu Yang and said, "My daughter is still young and speaks without thinking. I hope this Little brother doesn't take it to heart."
Chu Yang chuckled, "No worries."
The Middle-aged Man smiled and naturally sat next to Chu Yang, not forgetting to glance back at his daughter with his eyes.
Although he didn't speak, the girl felt her father's reprimanding gaze and quickly lowered her head to sit down, saying sorry.
Chu Yang politely replied, "It's fine," as he hadn't taken it to heart at all.
"Little brother looks like a scholar, but I didn't expect him to have such impressive martial arts. Truly, one cannot judge a book by its cover."
The Middle-aged Man felt that Chu Yang's senses were so keen that he must be a martial artist, and a strong one at that.
"This Big brother overpraises me. I only know some rudimentary boxing and kicking skills."
After speaking, Chu Yang focused on eating his Dumplings, causing the Middle-aged Man, who had intended to exchange a few more pleasantries, to silently stop talking and also lower his head to eat.
While eating, the girl secretly observed Chu Yang. This refined scholar didn't look like a master at all.
Before the girl could look a few more times, Chu Yang finished the Dumplings in his bowl in no time. After paying the bill, he left without looking back.
"Dad, is that person really a master?" The girl looked at Chu Yang's departing back, somewhat disbelieving.
The Middle-aged Man frowned and hesitated, "He should be a master. That young man gives me a very strange feeling, but I can't quite pinpoint what's strange about it…"
The girl was completely confused.
The Middle-aged Man shook his head and chuckled, "What does it matter to me whether he's a master or not? With this time, it's better to think about tomorrow's martial arts competition for marriage."
The four words "martial arts competition for marriage" brought a hint of faint sorrow to the girl's eyes.
After eating and drinking his fill, Chu Yang found an inn and had a good night's sleep.
Early the next morning, he began to inquire about the Zhao Wang Residence's information all over Yanjing City.
Da Yong had only said that Xiao Huang was abducted into a Zhao Wang Residence.
He hadn't clearly stated which Zhao Wang Residence it was.
But Chu Yang quickly identified his target.
Because in the process of gathering information, he heard familiar names.
Zhao Wang Residence.
Wan Yan Honglie.
As the initiator of The Legend of the Condor Heroes storyline, Wan Yan Honglie is a very important character.
There are many martial artists who can be called masters in the Zhao Wang Residence, and only the people from the Zhao Wang Residence in the entire Yanjing City could have injured so many Beggar Clan disciples.
As for who Xiao Huang offended, it no longer matters.
To rescue Xiao Huang, Chu Yang had to personally go to the Zhao Wang Residence.
In broad daylight, the Zhao Wang Residence would certainly be heavily guarded, but Chu Yang didn't care at all.
Even if he had to force his way in, he could guarantee that he would come and go as he pleased.
None of those so-called masters in the Zhao Wang Residence were a match for him in a single move.
After asking a few passersby and confirming the location of the Zhao Wang Residence, Chu Yang immediately set off, following the bustling streets towards the central area of Yanjing City.
After passing through several alleys, the street ahead suddenly became lively.
The common people were crowded together, shoulder to shoulder, blocking the road completely, not knowing what they were looking at.
Chu Yang clicked his tongue, suddenly understanding why Thanos snapped his fingers.
He stood on tiptoe and looked at the sea of people in front of him, just thinking about how to get out, and then he heard a scream.
A figure fell heavily onto the open space in front of Chu Yang, writhing violently like a fish that had accidentally flopped onto the shore, grimacing in pain.
"Good heavens, what kind of acrobatics is this?"
Chu Yang looked up and saw a ring directly in front of him, with a flag standing on it, fluttering in the wind. Four large characters were written on the flag.
Martial arts competition for marriage!
And this gentleman lying on the ground was clearly kicked off the ring.
It looked like he wouldn't recover for at least ten days to half a month.
And on the ring, the winner was actually a bald Yamato.
"So desperate? Even Yamato Monks are coming?"
"The gender imbalance is very serious now. Even Yamato Monks are afraid of not finding a wife…"
Chu Yang shook his head and sighed. He didn't expect that even after coming to ancient times, he would still have to worry about the birth rate.
Why play so desperately in a martial arts competition for marriage? Wouldn't it be better for everyone to sit down in a restaurant and chat about life?
Confused!
It's better to compete with betrothal gifts than with martial arts.
The Yamato Monk stood on the ring and shouted wildly, "Who else?!"
Chu Yang clicked his tongue in wonder. This Master was truly a man of strong character; he must surely indulge in tobacco and alcohol regularly.
After waiting for a while, the crowd watching the show showed no sign of dispersing, so Chu Yang decided to take a detour. If he forced his way through, it would be no different from a tank rolling over this group of people.
Just then, a well-dressed, handsome young man suddenly appeared in the crowd. He took two steps at a time, leaped up, stepped on a passerby's shoulder, and rushed directly towards the ring, seemingly intending to participate in the martial arts competition for marriage.
The young man's handsome face, coupled with such a dashing entrance, attracted everyone's attention.
Even the girl on the ring who was participating in the martial arts competition for marriage was stunned.
A look of triumph flashed in the young man's eyes. He loved the feeling of being the center of attention.
The next second.
His foot sank, as if weighted down by a thousand pounds.
His graceful posture came to an abrupt halt, and at the same time, a mocking voice sounded in his ear.
"If you're going to show off, that's fine, but what's with stepping on my head?"
Chu Yang gripped the young man's ankle, his face filled with displeasure.
If he hadn't been quick, this guy would have stepped on his head to fly onto the ring.
The handsome young man was very embarrassed.
One of his feet was now held by Chu Yang, and the other was stepping on the shoulder of an elderly woman who was watching the show.
The elderly woman was not only not angry but also looked up and smiled foolishly at him, her eyes full of affection, much like some infatuated fans.