At this time, someone happened to finish the payment, and Su Han felt his stomach roaring again, so he sat down.

"Okay! A bowl of noodles, add some meat..."

The stall owner shouted, called Su Han to sit down, then turned around and burned the stove hot.

In a short while, a bowl of fragrant pasta was placed in front of Su Han.

There are many pieces of meat in the noodle bowl, each of which is neither fat nor greasy, and most of them are almost falling out of the bowl.

Seeing so much meat, Su Han was also surprised. He looked up at the bowls of others. There were two portions of meat that others added, but not more than one portion of him.

"This young man, it's obvious that he is not an ordinary person. It must be the first time you came to our stall to eat noodles?"

There were no customers everywhere. The stall owner was a middle-aged man. He was wearing a white towel and was close to Su Han.

“It’s really the first time I eat it!”

Su Han nodded, not disgusted with the stall owner's attentiveness.

"Hehe, then you can taste it slowly. You should eat this noodles while it is hot. If it is cold, it will not be delicious..."

Hearing Su Han's answer, the stall owner chuckled and thought to himself:

Sure enough, judging from the majestic appearance of this young master, he is not an ordinary family, maybe a child of an official family.

All of these kinds of children from the government are not easy to mess with. Although some look good, they have a very strange temper and must be careful to serve them.

After the stall owner asked about his well-being a few times, he was afraid that he would disturb Su Han, so he planned to do his own business.

"Boss Sun, have you really eaten the immortals from Qingyang Mountain?"

Seeing that the stall owner was about to leave, Su Han asked casually while eating noodles.

Su Han is a personal spirit, so he can naturally see that because of the hidden fairy sword hanging behind him, his entire aura was extraordinary. It is precisely for this reason that the stall owner must have regarded him as a person who is either rich or noble.

With the identity there, some things will naturally be easy to inquire.

This kind of market stall is most suitable for inquiries about hearsay and storm.

"Young Master, this matter is absolutely true. The old man has never lie to you!"

When he heard that Su Han was interested in the origin of the Zuixian Face, the stall owner Sun immediately came over with a little face, pulled a bench and sat down, and started to tell Su Han vividly.

"It was probably more than 80 years ago. Qingyang City was not as prosperous as it is now, just a small town with two or three thousand people.

At that time, my grandfather set up a stall here. One night, he met an immortal holding a colorful deer spirit, saying that he wanted to establish a sect on Qingyang Mountain and asked my grandfather for a bowl of noodles.

Since then, our ancestral noodle making skills have been renamed Zuixian Noodle!"

The story owner Sun said, just like he was the one who made noodles for the immortal.

"What do you mean is that the immortals in Qingyang Mountain only started their sects eighty years ago?"

Su Han was a little surprised because ordinary fairy mountains were passed down for thousands of years. But unexpectedly, Qingyang Mountain had only been passed down for more than 80 years.

"That's right, Qingyang Mountain originally had no immortals. After eating the noodles from our family, many immortals slowly gathered. It was precisely with the protection of Qingyang Immortal that Qingyang City could have developed to such a large scale now..."

The stall owner Sun said it loudly, as if the rise of Qingyang Fairy Mountain was very related to his pasta.

"Have you ever eaten noodles from Qingyang Mountain?"

Su Han picked up a piece of meat and asked lightly.

Unexpectedly, the stall owner suddenly turned red and hesitated for a long time, saying that immortals are not that common. There are not many people in Qingyang City who have actually seen immortals...

"oh!"

Su Han didn't say it out loud, but just focused on eating noodles.

This also greatly increased the favorability of the stall owner Sun. He thought to himself that the children of the official family were different. If it were the owner of the pancake shop next door, he would have been funny about this matter several times.

After the immortal ate his noodles once, he never came again. This was also the biggest pain in the heart of Sun's stall owner.

"By the way... Although no one has seen the immortals before, we often see the immortals' disciples and those Taoist children who practice the truth!"

Realizing that Su Han might not be a local, Sun stall owner said something excitedly:

"Every five years, Qingyang Mountain will hold a meeting to recruit disciples to save some qualified mortals and accept them as disciples.

Of course, the immortals are disdainful to screen this kind of screening of wide nets, and basically their disciples and servants do it for them.

The last time the immortal recruited disciples, and several immortal servants ate the Drunken Immortal Noodles, they praised it all the time…”

The stall owner Sun boasted every word and tried his best to prove that his face was recognized by the immortals.

"What do you mean is Qingyang Mountain recruits apprentices once every five years?" Su Han murmured in his heart, thinking that this was a way to get into the fairy mountain. "When was the last time he recruited apprentices?"

"Just a year ago!"

Next time, there are four years left, which is too long!

Su Han shook his head and immediately rejected what he thought just now.

He can't afford to waste four years.

Su Han originally wanted to ask a few more questions, but at this time, several more guests came. The stall owner Sun had to deal with it twice and hurried to make dough for someone.

After eating a bowl of noodles, Su Han felt that he had heard a lot of useful information. Before leaving, he did not bother Sun stall owner, but instead put six copper plates on the table, which happened to be two portions of money, one portion of noodles, and the other portion of reward for inquiring about the news.

Since it was still early, Su Han walked around the city and chatted with vendors from time to time, and got a lot of useful information.

Later, he saw a theater where there were crowds of people and it seemed that there was a repertoire about to be staged.

When he was free, Su Han then turned around and bought a pot of tea, occupying half of the corner of the table. He listened with great interest.

The plays sung in the troupe today are also related to Qingyang Mountain. They mainly tell the story of the immortal ancestor who founded the sect of Qingyang Mountain. They killed pythons, killed tiger demons eighty years ago, and finally founded Qingyang Fairy Mountain.

Su Han listened with great interest, and upon hearing this, he found that it was really famous.

According to folk rumors, the immortal who founded Qingyang Fairy Mountain, the Taoist name Yun Zhongzi, was sought out for immortals outside the deserted sea in the early years. After becoming an immortal, he accidentally passed by Qingyang Mountain and saw that it was rich in spiritual energy, so he opened the immortal gate here.

When Yun Zhongzi first came to Qingyang, the mountains around him were occupied by a blood-patterned python. The python was thousands of miles long and could swallow mountains and rivers. Almost all the mortals within thousands of miles were swallowed by him.

In addition, there are fierce tigers in the mountains. The fierce tiger is called the King of Nanshan, which also ate countless people, and the gods from all sides are helpless about it.

After Yun Zhongzi arrived, he fought with the python for three days and three nights with the power of the fairy sword and the assistance of his mount, colorful deer spirit, and finally killed the python; then went into the mountain to kill the tiger, killing the surrounding demons.

In the following decades, Yun Zhongzi recruited disciples, and Qingyang Fairy Mountain continued to grow and grow. Now it is the only fairy mountain deep in the depths of 100,000 mountains.
Chapter completed!