Ling Yi didn't even release the camp; he just grabbed a shovel and randomly found a sand wall to dig.
System notification: A new instance world entrance has been detected.
System notification: Countdown to entering the instance world, 10...9...
After a while, Ling Yi realized that he was in a forest after the environment changed.
The air is fresh and free of the smell of modern industry.
There were various faint gaseous substances around, presumably from various creatures in the Lin Zhong.
Three of them were slightly stronger, but of course, compared to Ling Yi, they were still pitifully weak.
Ling Yi's Ying Yi and disappeared.
The next moment, Ling Yi appeared in front of a man and a woman.
The man was dressed in coarse linen clothes, tall and burly, with thick eyebrows and large eyes, and a somewhat simple and honest appearance.
The woman beside him was petite Linglong, with a lovely and pretty appearance.
Especially her big eyes, which seem to speak volumes, Gu Ling.
In front of the two of them, a plump roast chicken was being roasted, emitting an enticing aroma.
Ling Yi's sudden appearance surprised the two, or rather, all three of them. Another aura was hidden in a tree not far away.
The woman looked at Ling Yi with great vigilance.
The honest-looking young man was startled at first, then gave Ling Yi a silly smile.
"Haha, I smelled the delicious aroma from afar and was drawn here. Could you share some with me?"
Ling Yi smiled and made up an excuse for himself.
He roughly guessed who these two people were and what kind of world this was.
"Hmph, this is our food, it's not even enough for the two of us!"
The woman remained vigilant; Ling Yi's appearance was simply too bizarre, as if he had appeared out of thin air. Crucially, Ling Yi was a complete stranger to them.
" Rong'er, it's alright. It's fate that we met. If you don't mind, we can share this roast chicken," the honest-looking man said nonchalantly.
" Brother Jing, we don't know him at all," the woman said.
Ling Yi smiled slightly. Sure enough, it was Guo Jing and Huang Rong. This was the Legend of the Condor Heroes World.
As a classic among classics of the Jin-style TV series, Ling Yi couldn't help but feel a little excited.
Now that he'd encountered the Protagonist, Ling Yi naturally wouldn't let him go.
" Rong'er, all men are brothers under Sihai, there's no need for such formalities."
Guo Jing cut the roast chicken in half and handed one half to Ling Yi.
Ling Yi didn't stand on ceremony, taking half a roast chicken with his left hand and saying with a smile, "With such delicious food, how can we not have fine wine?"
As he spoke, he waved his right hand, and three bottles of Moutai appeared out of thin air on the ground.
Ling Yi has traveled to so many worlds, but he has collected a lot of things from the Base Manor; he has almost everything.
Ling Yi's strength has now reached a certain bottleneck, and ordinary dungeons are obviously no longer very useful for improvement.
Therefore, Ling Yi has already made a plan: in the upcoming dungeon worlds, if they are ordinary dungeon worlds, he will focus on participating in the storyline and experiencing different states of mind.
The dungeons unearthed from the Sand House Space are all random; no one knows what dungeon world will be in the Sand House Space.
It's always good to have extra supplies.
Ling Yi's move greatly surprised Guo Jing and Huang Rong.
Huang Rong circled around Ling Yi, asking curiously, "How did you do that?"
"Just some low-level tricks." Ling Yi said, flicking the bottle cap off with one hand.
Instantly, a rich aroma of wine filled the air.
"Good wine!"
A voice rang out from the air, and the next moment, a gray figure flashed past the three of them.
The bottle of wine in Ling Yi's hand had disappeared.
Once the other person stood still, Ling Yi and the other two could finally see what they looked like.
This was an old man, wearing a tattered felt hat, with white hair, a ruddy face, and a slightly plump figure. He held a jade cane with a bright green color in his hand, and the hand holding the wine bottle was missing a finger.
Hong Qigong, the Nine-Fingered Divine Beggar.
Ling Yi and Huang Rong exchanged a glance, instantly understanding each other's meaning, knowing that they both recognized the old man's identity.
Apart from Guo Jing, the others seemed to have no reaction.
"Good wine!" Hong Qigong took a big gulp and then exclaimed loudly.
Hong Qigong was notoriously greedy; he could forget everything else when faced with delicious food and fine wine.
Ling Yi and Huang Rong both knew who Hong Qigong was, so they didn't care.
"Three little kids, it wouldn't be Perfection without wine and meat."
Hong Qigong had never tasted such mellow and fragrant wine before. After taking a sip, he felt as if he had reached the Pinnacle of life.
If there were one more piece of meat, it would be perfect.
However, he could take the wine, but he couldn't take the meat from others; otherwise, he would truly lose face.
Ling Yi raised his right hand, and an extra-large family bucket appeared on the ground.
"Senior, there isn't enough roast chicken to go around, but there are other delicious foods here."
Hong Qigong and the other two looked at Ling Yi strangely. The three bottles of wine were not very big, so it was barely understandable that Ling Yi had hidden them in his waistband before.
But where is such a large bucket of food hidden?
"You're quite an oddball, kid."
Hong Qigong sat down cross-legged, looked at the family bucket, and recognized the chicken legs inside. He picked one up and started eating.
"Hmm, good." Hong Qigong's eyes lit up.
Ancient food, no matter how carefully prepared, tasted quite different from modern food due to the use of seasonings. The difference lay mainly in bringing out the best flavors in food, particularly in terms of freshness and aroma.
Rong'er was incredibly curious. She was very knowledgeable about food, but she had never seen such a dish before.
Before, she would never have dared to eat Ling Yi's food, but with Hong Qigong around, her vigilance lessened.
I took a chicken wing from the family bucket, took a bite, and my eyes immediately lit up.
"The meat is of very poor quality, extremely coarse, but the seasoning is incredibly refined," Huang Rong said.
Ling Yi nodded, "The young lady has hit the nail on the head with just one sentence. It seems that your culinary skills are truly extraordinary."
"Hmph, of course. There's no delicious food in the world that I can't make."
"Well, I'd love to see it for myself sometime."
As Ling Yi spoke, he waved his hand again, and some bottles and jars appeared in front of Huang Rong.
"What's this?"
Out of curiosity, Huang Rong picked up a bottle, opened it, and smelled it. She was instantly overjoyed.
"This is seasoning? With such a fragrant seasoning, even an ordinary person can make delicious food."
Huang Rong clearly liked this very much.
As for Guo Jing, he kept eating, finishing half a roast chicken and then most of a family bucket of food, looking every bit the glutton.
Hong Qigong was naturally quite knowledgeable about food, and after looking through all the condiment bottles, he couldn't help but feel a sense of anticipation.
With good wine and delicious food, even if you tried to drive him away now, he probably wouldn't leave.
Huang Rong's eyes darted around, glancing at Guo Jing and then at Hong Qigong, and she already had a plan in mind.
As for Ling Yi, Huang Rong couldn't discern whether he was good or evil, but his methods were incredibly mysterious, and Huang Rong wanted to investigate Ling Yi's background.
After a good meal and drinks, everyone was full and introduced themselves to each other.
Hong Qigong originally didn't want to reveal his real name, but after eating their delicious food and drinking their fine wine, he felt embarrassed to lie.
" Seventh Master, Brother Ling Yi, if you don't have anything urgent to attend to, how about Rong'er cooks a delicious meal for you tonight?"
Rong'er said that her main target was Hong Qigong, who was one of the famous Five Greats.
If Brother Jing could become a disciple of Seventh Master and learn the Eighteen Dragon-Subduing Palms, he would gain some strength and reputation in the Jianghu.
Ordinary people can't bully their Brother Jing.
"I just returned from overseas and am not familiar with the Central Plains. I'm just going wherever the Sihai takes me, making my home wherever I am, so naturally there's nothing to do," Ling Yi said.
"Hehe, I'm just Old Beggar, nothing serious has happened to me. Even if something does come up, we'll talk about it later."
Ling Yi and his group were located about Wu Bai kilometers south of Shijia City.
Originally, Guo Jing and Huang Rong were heading south all the way to the Misty Rain Tower in Jiaxing.
Guo Jing is about to keep his eighteen-year-old appointment with Yang Kang at the Misty Rain Tower.
Huang Rong, on the other hand, was a devoted wife who followed her husband's lead.
It's still early, and there are still several months until the agreed time, so Guo Jing and Huang Rong are naturally in no hurry.
The three decided to find a place to stay temporarily and enjoy a few good meals before making any further plans.
Ling Yi didn't think much of it; he just wanted to enjoy Huang Rong's cooking.
"I remember there's a small village ahead. I came here a long time ago. Let's rent a house here," said Seventh Master.
Huang Rong and Guo Jing nodded in agreement.
Ling Yi frowned deeply, his expression somewhat unpleasant.
" Ling Yi, what's wrong?" Seeing Ling Yi's expression, Seventh Master asked, somewhat puzzled.
"There's a smell of blood, and life is fading away. Something must have happened ahead," Ling Yi said in a deep voice.
Seventh Master was taken aback. Although he hadn't Perception anything, he knew that if what Ling Yi said was true, then something terrible must have happened in the village ahead.
"It looks like bandits are raiding the village. Let's speed up!" shouted Seventh Master. At the same time, his speed increased dramatically, and he disappeared in the blink of an eye using his Qinggong.
Ling Yi followed closely behind, but unlike Hong Qigong, Ling Yi floated off the ground, turning into Daodao before quickly disappearing from sight.
Guo Jing and Huang Rong were far inferior in terms of Qinggong, and thus fell behind last.
Huang Rong's eyes lit up. This Ling Yi was indeed a master, just as she had guessed, and a master whose limits were unfathomable.
Seventh Master's movement technique requires the assistance of trees to be used.
But Ling Yi just floated along, never touching the ground—that's practically flying!
When did such a young master emerge in the Jianghu?
If my Brother Jing could learn Ling Yi's Kung Fu Hustle, putting everything else aside, just that one Light Body skill alone would make him an unparalleled Jianghu.
Huang Rong was mostly calculating in her mind...
Although both stories are the Legend of the Condor Heroes World, the plots differ drastically depending on the individual's mindset.