Chapter 445 Meeting (Begging for monthly tickets and rewards at the beginning of the month!)
Wow!

After the other guests were sent away, the only guest Xiao Yu had left to entertain was his real host: Tianxuan.

This master and servant, who had a delicate relationship, were not very familiar with each other. They were even more speechless when they met after a few months. Tianxuan narrowed his eyes slightly and sat motionless on a bench covered with oil stains. Xiaoyu stood beside Tianxuan like a sculpture, looking at his master with warm eyes, with endless complex emotions hidden in his eyes:

Joy, pain, resistance, helplessness, etc. are intertwined.

I don't know how long it had been, but suddenly a crisp sound was heard in the inn.

Accompanied by a crisp sound, clear water suddenly appeared in the inn, and a woman with elegant appearance, graceful figure, and silver hair in a bun, like the goddess of Luo River, appeared beside Tianxuan.

"Junior Sister Xiaomeng, you are here."

Looking at the person who came, Tianxuan's mouth curled up slightly, and a hint of kindness appeared in his eyes, which was not easy to detect but came from the heart.

"Brother, why do we want to meet here?"

The woman who suddenly appeared was the new leader of the Taoist Tian Sect, Xiao Meng. Xiao Meng's pair of beautiful white eyes swept over the long sword on Tian Xuan's back, and her beautiful eyes, as calm as water, flashed a touch of excitement and smiled playfully.

Tianxuan caught the excitement in Xiaomeng's eyes, took the sword from his back, and slammed it on the table without mercy.

Famous sword, Xue Ji!
The Xue Ji Sword ranks sixth in the sword manual made by Feng Hu Zi, and is a token of successive Taoist masters. Since the Taoist split into the Celestial and Human Sects three hundred years ago, it has been established that every five years, the masters of the Celestial and Human Sects will hold a duel named "The Battle between Celestials and Humans" at the Guanmiao Terrace on Mount Taiyi.

Although people outside the sect do not know that the real battle between the Taoist Tianren Sect and the Taoist Tianren Sect is for the Taoist secret treasure called Changsheng Jue, this does not affect the sacred status of the Xueji Sword within the Taoist sect.

Seeing Tianxuan slap the Xueji Sword on the table, Xiaomeng didn't hesitate to pick up the Xueji Sword on the table and started playing with it. With the sound of the sharp blade being unsheathed, Xiaomeng pulled the Xueji Sword out of the sheath. The sword edge was as clear as the first clear day after the snow, and only a foot of it was exposed. A dazzling sword light was already bursting from the sword.

Xiao Yu's martial arts skills were limited, and faced with the sword light emanating from the sword, she could not help but take a step back, her pretty face full of fear.

"Junior sister, if you like, you can keep the Xue Ji Sword with you."

Tianxuan said casually when he saw Xiaomeng was so fond of Xue Ji Sword.

Xiao Meng was playing with the Xue Ji Sword. When she heard what Tian Xuan said, she said calmly, "Forget it! Now that the rules have been set, it's better to abide by them." Halfway through her words, Xiao Meng's mouth curled up slightly, and her eyes revealed her inner disdain. "Besides, even if this sword falls into Mu Xuzi's hands, he will only keep it temporarily."

"That's right." Tianxuan deeply agreed with Xiaomeng's point of view.

In the battle of the Mechanical City, Xiaoyaozi died at the hands of the Moon Goddess.

After destroying the mechanical city, Tianxuan ordered people to pass the news back to Zhongnan Mountain. Upon learning that the leader was killed, the Taoist clan broke out in turmoil. Xiaoyaozi's disciples wanted to avenge the leader, but Muxuzi and other brothers believed that Xiaoyaozi participated in the anti-Qin movement and now died at the hands of Yueshen, which was purely his own fault.

Finally, Mu Xuzi succeeded to the position of the head of the sect and became the new head of the Renzong sect, solving the problem of some Renzong disciples who still insisted on their anti-Qin stance. Tianxuan learned about what happened in the Renzong sect through Yexiao's intelligence network. Combined with the change of the position of Jixia Academy's chief priest a month later, he asked Xiaomeng to meet Mu Xuzi here. "Your Majesty, your food is here."

As Tianxuan and Xiaomeng were talking, a rich aroma came to their faces. Looking in the direction of the aroma, they saw the fat chef with a big belly coming with a huge tray. On the tray, there were several dishes, and in the center was a pot of white soup without any impurities.

After the chef came forward, Xiao Yu took the tray and placed the dishes in front of Tianxuan and Xiaomeng. He then picked up the soup spoon and served a bowl of soup to each of them.

Ziliu!

Tianxuan took a sip of the soup, and the rich flavor swept over his taste buds. It was obviously meat soup, but it was not greasy at all.

“So fresh!”

Tianxuan praised as he let the delicious smell hit his mouth and nose.

Cook Ding said proudly, "Your Majesty, this white soup of mine is made with tuna paste from the sea and yellow goat paste. It takes ten days and ten nights to cook. During this time, someone must be watching the fire every moment to prevent the soup from evaporating. All the seasonings must be completely dissolved until they turn into water color."

While Cook Ding was showing off his cooking skills to Tianxuan, Xiaomeng also picked up a pair of chopsticks, picked up a piece of vegetable, and put it into her mouth. A look of satisfaction appeared on her pretty face.

"Boss, what's your name?" Tianxuan asked knowingly while tasting the dishes.

"My name is Ding, and because I work in the kitchen, people call me Cook Ding. And because I'm fat, some people also call me Fatty Ding!" Cook Ding said carelessly. Although his tone was nonchalant, there was a sense of sadness hidden in it.

In this world, surnames are separated.

Surnames are the root of a family, while clan names are used to distinguish different branches after many branches within the family have emerged. For example, Qin and Zhao were both descendants of Fei Lian, a minister of King Zhou of Shang, but one was named Qin and the other was named Zhao. Clan names are not fixed and can change constantly.

Zhengge was a grandson of the King of Qin. He was born in the State of Zhao and his mother was also from the Zhao clan. Therefore, his surname was Ying and his family name was Zhao. Although Tianxuan himself had already recognized his ancestry, Zhengge directly added the surname Ying to his name, calling him Ying Tianxuan. However, if Tianxuan failed to inherit the throne, no one would find it strange for his descendants to take Tian as their family name.

The distinction between surnames is only used by people of noble birth. Ordinary people like Cook Ding usually only have one name, and their surnames are mostly divided according to occupation, place of residence, etc.

"Then, Shopkeeper Ding, why don't you choose a surname for yourself?" Tianxuan tasted the sadness in Pao Ding's words and said indifferently, "The empire has not issued an order to deprive ordinary people of the right to have a surname."

"Your Majesty, I've been called Fatty Ding for half my life, and I'm used to it." Cook Ding pretended to be casual, "Besides, I'm already this old, I don't have a wife, and I don't have children. When I die one day, I won't even know where to bury my body, so what's the point of having a surname?"

tread!tread!tread!
At this time, at the entrance of an inn that had been secretly blocked by the Night Owl master, a slightly heavy sound of footsteps came. Along with the footsteps, a man in his forties or fifties, with a beard on his chin, wearing a Taoist robe, but with a desire for worldly fame and fortune in his eyes, stepped forward.

While still outside the door, the man had already seen Tianxuan and Xiaomeng sitting together for dinner. Instantly, his face was filled with respect from the bottom of his heart, and every step he took was a little softer than the previous one. When he arrived at the inn, his footsteps were so light that they were like a kitten.

(End of this chapter)