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That afternoon, the Taishan Sect also left Luzhou.
By evening, at the Drunken Fairy Residence north of Luzhou City, second floor.
Zhao Rong and Linghu Chong were sitting opposite each other at a table, beside a south-facing window with a large string of red lanterns hanging, and next to it, two pieces of poetry left by literati who had passed by this place.
On the table, there were two sturgeon fish, a plate of elm money cake, and a plate of lichen that resembled black fungus.
Also, two bowls of rice flower.
This was a kind of butterfly-shaped flower. Its blossoms were harvested and boiled, then mixed with millet to make a fragrant dry rice meal.
Of course, it was also very suitable for accompanying drinks.
With good wine, good dishes, and a good friend hosting the conversation, Linghu should have been all smiles.
But...
