Before finishing the red volcanic paste, Huangren brought out several more dishes, including red squid with plum juice, hot onions, and even a ferocious giant tiger that was roasted golden.

This giant tiger also had a different shape when it came up, standing on an ice sculpture, raising its head and roaring, majestic. It's a pity that it has been peeled and roasted, otherwise it would be the king of the forest. This giant tiger is about five meters long.

How could Gongliang and the others eat it, so he put the giant tiger away and kept it for later enjoyment.

The last thing served was a soup.

It was served in a red copper cube as big as an armful. The soup inside was steaming with air-conditioning, and some transparent, scaleless blind fish, as bright as jade, were jumping around on it.

Gong Liang was stunned when he saw it, and asked the deserted man: "Can this thing be drunk?"

The deserted man said in a rough voice: "You can drink it, it tastes good."

General Gongliang doubtfully picked up the ladle, scooped out a bowl and tasted it, his eyes brightened.

When the soup enters the mouth, a cold feeling penetrates into the stomach, which eliminates the heat of early summer and all the dryness and greasy taste caused by eating meat. It is really a good soup. The soup is so good, what about the fish? Gongliang scooped up a few fish.

Put it in a bowl and take a sip.

As soon as those scaleless blind fish arrive in your mouth, they immediately turn into a cool and slightly sweet liquid that dances on your tongue. Its taste is so beautiful that it is difficult to fully describe it.

Gongliang narrowed his eyes in enjoyment.

Seeing the appearance of Baba, Migu quickly took the bowl and flew it to the side of the tripod. He grabbed a long spoon and scooped out a bowl and drank it. He was so happy that his heart suddenly blossomed.

Yuan Gungun also scooped up a bowl and drank.

For a moment, I forgot where I was and was intoxicated by the delicious taste of Fangding soup.

Gong Liang enjoyed this meal so much that he couldn't help but burp, and a mouthful of undigested essence spurted out of his mouth.

Gongliang frowned unconsciously. It would be too wasteful to allow these essences to be digested into residues in his stomach. He quickly ordered Mi Gu and Yuan Gun Gun to refine the food they had just eaten, and he sat aside to refine it silently.

stand up.

Mi Gu and his round body were immediately covered by the Holy Light of the Mysterious Lotus. After a while, the Holy Light of the Mysterious Lotus on their bodies became much deeper.

The same is true for Gongliang.

What he gained was far more than that. He felt that in just a short time, the level of inscription pattern had risen a lot.

I turned around and looked around, and found that the two people next to me were also sitting on the ground refining after eating. They seemed to be sensible people.

Gongliang was very satisfied with the meal. If it was cheaper, he would like to come and eat it tomorrow, so he called the man who served the dish and asked, "How much does it cost?"

"One hundred spiritual stones." Huang Ren said in a rough voice.

With so much beast meat full of vitality and blood, one hundred spirit stones were not very expensive, but rather cheap. Gongliang felt good and decided to eat again tomorrow, so he took out one hundred low-grade spirit stones from his treasure bag and handed them to Huang.

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The deserted man reminded: "It's a hundred pieces of middle-grade spiritual stones."

Gongliang thought he heard wrongly, so he dug his ears and said, "How much did you say?"

"One hundred middle-grade spiritual stones." Huang Ren said honestly.

Hey, one hundred middle-grade spiritual stones is equivalent to 10,000 low-grade spiritual stones. This is not opening a store, it is simply robbing money!

Seeing Gongliang's expression, Huangren said honestly: "Our Donglin wine shop has fair prices, and we are fair and honest. Everyone who has come to Dahuang knows this."

Gongliang glanced at him and believed you. Everyone in Dahuang knew it, why didn't he know?

Although the meal was delicious, the price made him feel a little distressed. He immediately threw down a high-grade spiritual stone and left without looking back.

Huang Ren looked at the high-grade spiritual stone on the case and glanced at Gong Liang's leaving figure with envy. He didn't know which tribe's elite disciple was the one who was so generous.

Gongliang didn't know that although the spiritual stones were exchanged in hundreds or even hundreds, there was actually a premium. Low-grade spiritual stones were the most inconspicuous, and medium-grade spiritual stones would often overflow a little. Depending on whether the place was prosperous or not, high-grade spiritual stones would be more expensive.

The same goes for stones. The best spiritual stones and spiritual marrow are priceless treasures. Most of them are exchanged for things, and few people will exchange them for spiritual stones.

Gongliang got a bunch of top-grade spiritual stones from the spiritual veins last time, but unfortunately they have all been used up now, and he is still absorbing spiritual energy in Xiaoling Lake.

After walking out of Donglin Restaurant, the servants of the Luan Mansion immediately responded. He didn't follow him upstairs just now.

When Gongliang saw him, he couldn't help but ask: "Why didn't you follow him and have something to eat just now?"

"The young man is joking, how can such things be enjoyed by small people?"

After hearing what he said, Gongliang thought for a moment and expressed his understanding.

Those animal meats contain a large amount of qi and blood essence, and the last soup contains a large amount of spiritual energy, which is not something ordinary people can eat. If you don't eat it well, you may be hit by the surging qi and blood in the animal meat and bleed.

, what's more, an explosion is also possible.

Gongliang took out some loose silver and gave it to the servants of the Luan Mansion, "You should be hungry too, so go buy something to eat. I have nothing to do, so I'm just walking here. If you have something to do, you can go back first."

"How dare you use Xiao Langjun's money?" A servant of Luan Mansion quickly declined.

Gong Liang waved his hand and had no intention of taking the money back. The servants of Luan Mansion had no choice but to use the money to buy things. But after a while, they turned back.

"Didn't I ask you to go eat? Why are you back again?"

"I've already bought some food for you, so I'll just eat on the way. This is the money I have left." A servant of the Luan Mansion took out a few sesame seed cakes from his arms, showed them to Gong Liang, and handed over the remaining money.

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"This thing is not enough to eat. Go buy some meat. Don't save the money I gave you. I lack everything except money." Gongliang said very richly.

When the servants of Luan Mansion heard Gong Liang's words, they looked at the sesame cakes and the money in their hands and hesitated.

"Why don't you go quickly?" Gongliang pretended to be angry and glared.

He was tall and tall, and his eyes were a bit scary. The servants of the Luan Mansion hurriedly obeyed his instructions and ran to buy meat, but they did not stay there to eat it. Instead, they carried it in their arms and ate it as they walked.

Gongliang thought this guy was good, so he picked some ordinary fruits from space for him to eat, including two ordinary spiritual fruits.

If nothing unexpected happened, the spiritual energy contained in these two spiritual fruits would be enough for him to use for a lifetime.

Gong Liang continued to wander around the East Market. He found that although the capital of Dayu Kingdom was not as big as the inner city of Dahuang Temple, it was much more prosperous than the temple. It was probably because of the economic and trade exchanges. Most of the tribes in Dahuang were self-sufficient.

Why would you go out to buy things, so naturally there are fewer people in the temple.

After walking for a while, Gongliang suddenly smelled a smell and couldn't help but follow it.

After a while, I came to a relatively quiet alley. There was an old shop in the alley. In front of the shop, a flag fluttered in the wind, with a big Chinese character " Jiang " written on it in Eastern script.

Gong Liang raised his eyebrows and walked in.

A servant from Luan Mansion introduced to the side that this is an old sauce shop that has been passed down for hundreds of years. There are usually more people buying and selling in the sauce shop in the morning. Now that the peak period has passed, the shopkeeper is bowing his head in front of the counter to settle accounts, and the waiter is free in the shop.

Taking a nap.

Suddenly feeling someone coming in, the waiter woke up and quickly stood up and asked: "Two guests, what kind of sauce do you want to buy?"

"Do you have Jiang Qing?"

Jiangqing is soy sauce, which is what people in Dayu call it.

In Gongliang's previous life, some places in southern Fujian also called soy sauce Jiangqing.

He has actually been looking for soy sauce for a long time.

Here, soy sauce is not made from beans, but from marinated and fermented meat. He looked for it in various counties on the way here, but unfortunately they were all mundane things. Now he eats only high-quality soy sauce.

The meat of beasts and monsters, which contain a lot of energy and blood essence, cannot be tasted with ordinary food, so I have never found the right thing.

"Yes, yes, the Jiangqing served in this small shop is the best in the capital."

The waiter picked up a long spoon and a small bowl from the side, scooped a little from the large vat next to it and put it in the small bowl, asking Gong Liang to taste it, "Guests can try it if they don't believe it."

Gongliang tried it and it tasted good.

But this kind of sauce couldn't make the monster meat taste better, so I couldn't help but ask: "Is there anything better?"

The shopkeeper, who was bowing his head at the counter and settling accounts, had been watching quietly since Gongliang entered the door. Now that he heard his question, he said to the waiter: "Second head, go to the back and get a jar of spiritual sauce for this Huangye."

The waiter hurriedly opened the curtain and walked to the backyard. After a moment, he came out with a jar of sauce weighing about ten kilograms, opened the jar, scooped a little bit of sauce into a small bowl, and carefully gave it to Gong Liang to taste, "

Mr. Huang, can you see if it smells like this?"

Gongliang tried it and felt a spiritual energy lingering in his mouth with a delicious taste. It was very good.

"How do you calculate this thing?"

The shopkeeper walked out from inside, patted the waiter aside, and said, "Master Huang, to tell you the truth, this sauce is made from monster beasts and the spiritual salt produced by Da Huang, and the price is much more expensive than ordinary things."

"How much is that?" Gongliang glanced at him and asked.

The shopkeeper reached out and flipped through it.

"Ten taels of silver?" Gongliang guessed.

The shopkeeper staggered and almost fell down, and said sarcastically: "Master Huang, you are joking. How could it be that the price is thirty pieces of spiritual stones?"

"So expensive?" Gongliang didn't expect a jar of soy sauce to be worth so many spiritual stones.

"It's not expensive, Mr. Huang. This is still in the capital. If it is shipped to other places, it will be more expensive." The shopkeeper explained.

"How about converting it into gold?"

"At least three hundred pounds of gold."

After hearing this, Gongliang was noncommittal and asked, "Do you have any vinegar here?"
To be continued...