After hearing this, everyone felt embarrassed and scratched their heads, not knowing what to say.

At this time, Lin Ziqing suddenly stood up and said, "I think you are hungry. Look, it's almost twelve o'clock, so it's time to have a meal."

Everyone looked at their phones and watches, and Lin Zifeng said, "Well, don't say it, it's true, let's discuss the matter of earth spirit stone first, and we will discuss the rest after dinner."

As he said that, he put the map in Lantianzi, stood up, and called everyone out of the door.

On the way, Xiao Heng kept muttering: "I just said, why did you unknowingly say that after talking for so long, you're having dinner, you're hungry."

"No, I didn't eat in the morning. How can I not be hungry now? I'm all hungry." Chu Yanran said.

"I'm not hungry." Lin Ziqing interrupted.

"Nonsense." Lin Zifeng gently hit Lin Ziqing, "Why don't you say you've eaten such snacks? Why do you still go to dinner with us if you're not hungry? Can't you stay in the house?"

Lin Ziqing glanced at Lin Zifeng again and said, "Brother, what you said is wrong. As the saying goes: People are iron rice and steel. If you don't eat a meal, I'm so hungry. No matter how much snacks I eat, I'm hungry even if I don't eat a regular meal."

"Didn't you just say you're not hungry?"

"I...I... sometimes hungry, sometimes not hungry..."

"Hahaha." Lin Ziqing's words made everyone laugh.

Because the private rooms are full and everyone doesn't want to go back to their room to eat, everyone chose to go to the lobby near the window, one is to facilitate the viewing, and the other is that it is a bit sunny in this winter and it is comfortable to be sunny.

Although there are no chicken and cubes from Yandu City, there are local specialties and a good dish cooked by the hotel's top chefs: cold meat, hot and vegetable, which is really greedy.

Everyone was talking while eating, but they found someone walking in outside. The others didn't pay attention, but Lin Ziqing noticed it.

But I saw this person: he was about 1.85 meters tall, slightly fat, slightly dark skin, very fashionable long hair, very fashionable work pants and wide hip-hop top, and student-style eyes. He looked like a literati, but from his walking style and way, he could see that he had practiced martial arts and his body was slightly tilted forward. Maybe he was still a martial arts practitioner.

The man walked into the hall, Lin Ziqing pointed at the man and said, "Brother, look, this is the little brother from Tianjin City that I have told you about - Deng Wenqi!"

When everyone heard this, they looked back and saw that Deng Wenqi had just walked in.

Deng Wenqi also heard Lin Ziqing's voice. When she turned her head, she saw Lin Ziqing sitting at the table.

"Hi, Ziqing, why are you here? Who are these people?" Deng Wenqi asked.

Lin Ziqing stood up, introduced everyone, and introduced everyone to Deng Wenqi, and then they all sat down.

Looking at the leftovers on this table, especially the local dish, cold, hot and vegetable, which was already eaten by everyone, Lin Zifeng was embarrassed and shouted: "Waiter, add another cold, hot and vegetable, and then add another tableware."

As soon as the waiter finished speaking, before leaving, Deng Wenqi rushed to say, "Hey hey hey... no need, no need... I've eaten it."

"Oh." Everyone just agreed and stopped talking, making the scene very awkward.

After a long time, Lin Zifeng said, "Thank you for the snacks you gave my sister."

"You're welcome." Deng Wenqi waved his hand, "Actually, I had no intention of buying him snacks, but when I saw him standing at the cashier holding a large bag of snacks, I couldn't get the money, so I paid for him, that's all."

After hearing this, everyone turned to look at Lin Ziqing, who also slightly fell down, and his face was already half red.

After a long time, Lin Zifeng asked, "I wonder what the hell is doing here?"

After hearing Lin Zifeng's words, everyone almost spit out the food and thought to themselves: Fengzi, Fengzi, why have you become so literary? You are still a virtuous brother? What else can you do? If it weren't for the fact that we would have spitted in public places, wouldn't it?

Although Deng Wenqi did not learn ancient Chinese, he was very accomplished in storytelling, and of course he was very familiar with these simple semi-classical Chinese.

"Haha, Deng has been idle recently and has just walked around casually. He never thought of meeting all the heroes, let me go, let me go!"

When Lin Zifeng heard this, he stood up with a "scarlet" and then felt something was wrong. He sat down slowly and thought to himself: Heroes? Does he know that we are all practitioners? Or is he just talking casually?

After thinking for a long time, Lin Zifeng then leaned over to Deng Wenqi, and then asked in a low voice: "I don't know what Brother Deng is doing?"

Deng Wenqi thought Lin Zifeng was very interesting, so she imitated him to get close to Lin Zifeng, and then whispered: "I'm going to hide it from Brother Lin, Deng is a storyteller!"

"Huh?" Lin Zifeng frowned and said to himself: Storyteller? Why do I feel that he has a spiritual energy on his body?

In fact, as a practitioner above the Golden Elixir Stage, you can easily see whether the other party is a practitioner. If you are careful, you can still see what the other party is.

However, you should know that there is a kind of martial arts in the six realms, and the names are different in different places, so there is no exact name until now.

The word "说" is just that until this kind of exercise is not artificially operated, it has to be alive, and it can flow along with the circulation of true qi in your body to achieve the purpose of concealing people's ears and making people wonder if they are the practitioners.

However, this kind of exercise can be practiced at any level above the Golden Elixir Stage. Any practitioner within the six realms will practice this exercise to conceal their identity, especially those with higher realms, because they do not want to go anywhere like a god descending to earth.

Judging from Lin Zifeng's current realm, if you want to penetrate this technique and see if Deng Wenqi is a practitioner, you can rely on the Heavenly Eye to view it.

However, there are so many people here, and there is a hole in my forehead for no reason, and there is an eye inside. Who can't scare you away if you see it? The most important thing is to let the scientific research department know, isn't this causing trouble for yourself?

Lin Zifeng thought again: Hey? Why do I care if he is a practitioner or not? Is it related to me whether he is a practitioner or not? It is true.

Thinking of this, Lin Zifeng shook his body and said, "Brother Deng, what did you say just now? Are you a storyteller? Oh, okay, it's good to say it, I like to listen to storytelling the most. Let's communicate with each other when you have time."

Deng Wenqi didn't think that Lin Zifeng was trying to get into a sloppy eye with him, but she felt that meeting a confidant was like: having a long drought and a sweet rain, and meeting an old friend in a foreign land. She was so happy that she quickly smiled and nodded in agreement.

In this way, Deng Wenqi seemed to have nothing to say to Lin Ziqing, but instead had endless things to say to Lin Zifeng. The two of them kept talking until the light of the sky gradually pressed down, but still did not stop.

Fortunately, Lin Zifeng used to listen to storytelling often on the radio, so he had some understanding of storytelling on the one hand. Although he was not as thorough as Deng Wenqi, he could withstand it for a while.

After chatting for an afternoon, although Lin Zifeng was already a little bored, Deng Wenqi became more and more excited and talked about it from time to time.

"I saw this man lifting up the spear in his hand. The big spear was one zhang and two inches long and one inch strong; one inch small and one inch tricky, and then stabbed the spear, and a golden rooster nodded..."

Only Lin Zifeng could hear what Deng Wenqi said, while others couldn't hear it at all. Chu Yanran and Lin Ziqing sat on the side and chatted quietly, while Xiao Heng and Qifeng had to sit on the chair and play with the chopsticks in their hands bored, and yawned a few times from time to time.

It was already past ten o'clock in the evening, and the people in the hall had basically dispersed. Even if Deng Wenqi was so tired of chatting, she said goodbye to everyone and went back to her room to rest.

Before leaving, he did not forget to say to Lin Zifeng: "Brother Lin, let's talk about it tomorrow if we have time."

Lin Zifeng smiled reluctantly and said, "Hehe, OK."

Although he said this, he said in his heart: "Talk again? Talk again, I'm eggplant!"
Chapter completed!