Vol 6 Chapter 11: snack block

The city is clearly divided into two things. The western cities are mostly barracks. Even though they also have luxury villas, they are also the houses of senior officers.
The entire Xicheng District occupies three-quarters of the city's territory.
Although the east of the city is only one-third of the western region, if it is about the level of excitement, it is even far from the western region.
In addition to a large number of residential areas, there are many special streets. According to the words of the Golden Campaign, the most essential part of the city is the snack street.
Eastern Dashen and the northwest of the bitter cold are indeed different.
Even in such a border city, there are countless flavors and snacks.
Throughout the history of Da Shen, it seems that the word 吃 has entered the bone marrow of all Da Shen people.
Of course, in addition to the snacks, there are a large number of shops and alternatives. According to the introduction of the Golden Campaign, the home court occupied a considerable share.
However, it is not surprising that the garrisons in Xicheng District are hard to add to the homes here.
However, for this kind of view, whether it is He Yiming or the Golden Campaign, obviously there is nothing to be happy.
Perhaps the only thing that will interest them is the snack street that the Golden Campaign cherishes.
As he walked west into a small alley, when he went out, He Yiming’s nose could not help but violently swayed a few times.
It is indeed a fragrant smell, and even more surprising to him is that even he can't tell what the fragrance is.
After seeing the expression on He Yiming's face, the Golden Campaign laughed loudly: "He brother, here is a row of basic soils that are unique to the north, and there are many boutiques. Since you are here, you may wish to open your belly and eat a meal. There are a few special things, but the specialties near the northwest, although there are also in the mainland, but it can not burn this unique local flavor."
He Yiming smiled and nodded and said: "Golden brother, this time you are doing the East, ... the younger brother just follows."
The Golden Battle handed the horse's reins to Fei Wenxi's hand and said, "Come with me." For the environment here, the Golden Battle seems to be very familiar, but for a moment, He Yiming has tasted three different kinds. The taste of eating.
The Golden Campaign did not exaggerate at all. These three flavors have never been tasted by He Yiming, and the taste is good. It seems that it is not at the feast of the wealthy families in the northwestern countries.
He Yiming was very curious about this and said: "Golden brother, you are so familiar with this place, have you been there many times?"
The Golden Campaign smiled and shook his head. "This city, I have only been there for the second time."
He Yiming was amazed at the fact that the district was already familiar with this situation twice, and it seems that it is unlikely.
The Golden Campaign sighed a sigh: "He brother, it doesn't matter. I used to travel to the world. I have been to all the famous cities in Dashen. I have been to the second and I have only been there once, basically I will never forget it."
He Yiming was relieved, saying: "Golden brother, I thought you were a Wushu, I don't think you are still a Lao Li."
The Golden Battle suddenly smiled mysteriously and said: "He brother, I have a large area, and there are many martial arts styles everywhere. They have different histories, traditions and characteristics. Just like these foods, they are also connected. Where."
He Yiming's eyebrows are light and look at half of the pancakes in his hand. He is suspicious: "What is the relationship between these foods and martial arts?" The Golden Campaign laughed loudly and said: "One way to eat, profound and infinite taste, It is the infinite change of the atmosphere of heaven and earth. For me, if one day, all the tastes of the world can be merged into one, that is the time for the martial arts Dacheng."
He Yiming’s eyes flashed, he had never heard of similar remarks before, but at the moment it seems to have some truth. He seems to have grasped something in the dark, but this thought is like a lantern in front of his eyes, which makes him feel helpless.
Far away, it seems that I heard a sound of a horse and a shout of shouting.
He Yiming looked back as if he was awake. At the back of the snack street, he heard the angry voice from Fei Wenzhen.
Because of the three horses, Fei Wenyi did not enter the snack street with them, but waited quietly at the back of the lane.
Just for some reason, he actually clashes with life.
The golden battle roared and the heart was angry.
Since entering the city, it has really come to the ground of Dashen.
Here, there are still people who don’t sell the account of the Lingbi Hall, which is not too old.
He stepped out of the way, and he did not see him twisting his body, but in this crowd, he still slipped out like a fish. However, between a few breaths, he has already come to the place where the quarrel is born.
He Yiming followed closely, as if there was an invisible line between them involved in the general, steady and steady with him.
Three horses, such as Dahei, were shackled on a big tree, and Fei Yue stood next to the horse. There was a mocking smile in his mouth. After the disaster hit the black, there was no outside." A young man licked his stomach and lay on the ground and repeatedly screamed. Seeing his face pale, it seemed to be in the bone marrow.
At the side of this young man, there is another young man who is almost the same age, but this person obviously has no ability to cope with the sudden incident. He stands by and can’t help but know how to be good.
After the conflict was born here, many people have come together, but they are far from the tree, and they seem to be jealous...what are they.
In the golden battle, the stride of the big step, Fei Yuefeng quickly became a gift.
He waved his hand and said, "What is it?" Fei Yuefeng respectfully said: "Jin Shizu, this person saw the big black, he was desperate to come up, and he was annoyed, so he gave him a foot."
He Yiming had a pity in the eyes of the sea bowl, except for the eyes, and then looked at the young people who were crying on the ground.
After smashing this, it was just an injury, and it was not kicked and visceral. The inner strength of this person has at least reached the sixth floor. However, this guy who is not irritating, even to provoke a big black, this is not a self-seeking dead end.
Sure enough, after the Golden Battle, I was not angry. Instead, I went up and shot the relatives in the big black, saying: "Old man, doing a good job." The crowds were all taking a sigh of relief. His mount hurts people, and he still praises the horse. It is naturally chilling to look at the attitude of human life.
He Yiming’s gaze turned and the expressions of everyone were in his eyes.
His heart suddenly slammed, and the vest was also cold sweat.
After seeing the scene just now, he didn't even have the slightest surprise, and he didn't want to fight for the injured or injured in the underground.
I don't know when, his heart has begun to become cold, and even gradually closer to these top characters. In their eyes, human life is like a mustard.
He Yiming had thought about it before, maybe after a few decades, he would look down on it all, and he would become familiar with life and death and become indifferent.
But it wasn't until this moment that he realized that all of this turned out to be so fast, so sudden and unconscious. The Golden Battle looked at He Yiming in a strange way. In his feelings, the breath of He Yiming seemed to be extremely unstable. For the strong of their ranks, this is simply unbelievable.
Suddenly, there was a riot after the crowd. As if I saw the evil spirits, the crowd was automatically divided. Under the crowd of a group of people, an officer and a middle-aged man came in.
The Golden Campaign looked at the man from afar. I didn’t know whether it was intentional or unintentional. He slowly turned his body and left a back to the other side.
He Yiming noticed this point, and his heart vaguely guessed that this person should know the gold battle.
Among this group of people, there are more than ten officers decorating the people. Wherever they go, the crowd is like a broken tide, retreating toward the two sides. It can be seen that these people have at least a prominent reputation in this city in this city.
The middle-aged man’s gaze turned around here. He made three steps and made two steps. He came to the ground and called the person’s body. He bent down and hugged him. He said: Ling Kai, how are you?
The young man next to him seems to have found something similar, and he is busy! Master, the young master saw a good horse here, just want to take a closer look. However, I did not expect this person to be a murderer and kicked the young master."
He reached out and said a few words, and he stared at Fei Yan.
The officers and other people accompanying the middle-aged people are all looking at each other, and the officers are even more:
"Fang Lao Ge, there are people who dare to attack and kill your son. This person is absolutely a heinous person." After that, he looked up and looked at the ~EbookFREE.me~ a little glimpse, blurt out : "Good horse.
The middle-aged man entered the son's body and helped him to stabilize the injury. He also looked at the officer's gaze. When he saw the big black, he first glimpsed, then he was shocked, and his eyes showed an incredible look. His body was awkward and suddenly turned his head. He first looked at the eye and sang it, and he did not stop. Then fell to the body of Fei Yue, his eyes turned from doubt to affirmation, and finally stayed in the golden battle of the back, the face suddenly became no trace of blood.
The officer originally wanted to catch people, but after seeing the expression of the middle-aged man, his heart tightened and he suddenly closed his mouth.
The muscles on the middle-aged face were pumped twice, and the hands were loose, leaving his son's son to fall back on the ground.
Then, in the jaw-dropping of everyone, he bowed down with respect and respect, loudly:
"Fang Shuyue, a disciple outside the disciple of the disciple, sees Jin Shizu."
In the field, it was silent, and the young, still screaming, was wide-eyed, and his mouth creaked, but he couldn’t say a word again.