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Back in the courtyard, he went to call Li Qinglu.

A moment later, the door opened a crack from the inside, and Li Qinglu peeked out with half her face showing.

Her hair was a little messy, with a few stray strands hanging over her forehead, and her eyes were still sleepy as she blinked.

Upon recognizing him, a smile immediately curved his lips.

"Wu Lang," she called softly, her voice gentle.

"Get up and have breakfast," Wu Feng said.

Li Qinglu nodded, opened the door, and went out.

Wu Feng walked to the door of the east wing and called out to Wu Xingyun.

A moment later, Wu Xingyun also came out, and the three of them sat down at the stone table.

The three sat in silence, waiting for breakfast to be delivered.

Before long, the waiter came running into the courtyard carrying a large food box. He placed the box on the stone table, opened the lid, and a burst of hot steam mixed with a fragrant aroma immediately wafted out.

"Sir, breakfast is ready!" the waiter announced as he carried the food out, "Six bowls of noodles, two catties of beef, one serving of boiled cabbage, and four hard-boiled eggs!"

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He placed the items one by one on the stone table.

After setting the table, he took a step back and asked with a smile, "Sir, is there anything else you need?"

"That's all." Wu Feng waved his hand.

The waiter nodded, picked up the empty food box, and left.

Wu Feng reached out and picked up a bowl of noodles, handing it to Li Qinglu.

Li Qinglu took the bowl, glanced down at it, and saw that the dough pieces in the bowl were about the size of a thumb, floating in the milky white soup, with a few pieces of scallion and cilantro floating on top.

She picked up a spoon, scooped one up, and put it in her mouth, chewing slowly.

After swallowing, she looked up and smiled, "Wu Lang, this is delicious."

Wu Feng also took a bowl for himself and put a few slices of beef into her bowl.

The beef was marinated, sliced ​​thinly, with clear marbling and an even color.

Li Qinglu looked down at the extra beef in her bowl, and the smile on her lips deepened.

She didn't say anything, just ate in small bites, occasionally glancing at him.

Wu Xingyun sat opposite him, slowly sipping his soup from his bowl.

She ate slowly and calmly, her spoon never making a crisp sound against the bowl.

His gaze occasionally swept over the two people opposite him, but he quickly lowered his eyes again.

The meal lasted for about 15 minutes. The bowls and plates on the table gradually emptied, and the two pounds of beef were also gone.

Li Qinglu put down her bowl, let out a satisfied sigh, and leaned back in her chair.

The sunlight shone on her face, giving her fair skin a faint blush.

Wu Feng wiped his mouth with a cloth and looked at the two of them: "I'm going out for a bit later to register for the martial arts test. Do you want to come with me?"

Li Qinglu's eyes lit up, and she nodded: "Go." Wu Xingyun raised his eyes, glanced at him, and nodded as well.

Wu Feng got up, and the three of them tidied themselves up, put on their straw hats, and pushed open the door to walk out of the courtyard.

As they passed through the inn's lobby, the innkeeper was behind the counter working on his abacus. He looked up, saw them, and smiled and nodded.

The streets were already bustling with activity. The sun was high in the sky, its rays illuminating the entire street.

The shops on both sides were open, and cloth sellers stood at the door calling out, shaking a bolt of indigo coarse cloth in their hands.

There was a queue in front of the food stalls, with steam rising from them.

A grocer carrying a load of groceries walked through the crowd, the goods on both ends of the load swaying precariously.

The crowds were dense, shoulder to shoulder. Wealthy merchants dressed in silk strolled leisurely, fanning themselves with folding fans; porters carrying bundles hurried by; women carrying children stood at stalls picking through their wares; and children chased and played, squeezing through the gaps in the crowd.

The air was filled with a mixture of smells, including the aroma of wine wafting from the restaurant.

Wu Feng walked in front, Li Qinglu followed beside him, and Wu Xingyun followed behind.

Li Qinglu looked around, her eyes bright, finding everything new and exciting.

As she walked past a stall selling sugar figurines, she paused, her gaze falling on the sugar figurines shaped into various forms.

Wu Feng followed her gaze and stopped. "Want it?" Li Qinglu shook her head, a smile playing on her lips. "Just looking."

The registration place was at the South City Training Ground. The three of them walked through several streets and saw an open space in the distance.

The drill ground was very large, with colorful flags flying all around, fluttering in the wind.

A large number of people had already gathered in the arena, including martial artists in armor, wandering swordsmen in tight-fitting clothes, and scholars dressed in long robes.

People gathered in twos and threes, some talking in hushed tones, some wiping their weapons, and some stretching their muscles.

Several long tables were set up at the entrance to the drill ground, and behind the tables sat several clerks in official robes, holding brushes and rosters.

Several long lines were formed in front of the table, all of them people waiting to register.

Wu Feng walked to the back of a line and stood still. Li Qinglu and Wu Xingyun stood beside him.

The procession moved slowly. One by one, the people in front stepped forward, stated their names and hometowns, the clerk bowed his head to write them down, and issued a wooden plaque, which the person then took and left.

Occasionally, someone would be asked a few questions, and the clerk would look up and glance at them, then lower their head again to continue taking notes.

Wu Feng stood in the line, his eyes scanning the surroundings.

The people who came to sign up were all different, including burly men, lean and capable middle-aged people, and young people who looked to be no more than twenty years old.

The equipment of these people varied greatly; some were dressed in full armor, while others were only dressed in coarse cloth.

The weapons worn at their waists were also varied, including swords, spears, clubs, and even double hooks.

After waiting for about 15 minutes, it was finally Wu Feng's turn.

He stepped forward, and the clerk looked up at him: "Name?" "Wu Changfeng."

Wu Feng gave his game character name.

The clerk bowed his head and wrote it down in the register, then asked, "Place of origin?"

"Jiangnan".

The clerk looked up at him again, said nothing, wrote a few strokes, and then picked up a wooden plaque from the table and handed it over.

The wooden plaque is about the size of a palm, with the words "Martial Arts Test" engraved on the front and a number on the back.

Wu Feng accepted the wooden plaque, thanked him, and turned to leave.

Stepping out of the crowd, Li Qinglu approached and looked at the wooden plaque: "Wu Lang, is this the certificate for participating in the martial arts test?" Wu Feng nodded and put the wooden plaque into his pocket.

The three turned and walked back. The sun was already high in the sky, and the sunlight was even stronger, making the bluestone slabs on the street gleam white.

The streets were even more crowded than when we arrived, packed to the brim.

After walking down a street, Li Qinglu suddenly stopped and her gaze fell on a stall selling rouge and face powder.

The stall wasn't big, but it was filled with all sorts of small boxes and bottles, red, pink, and white, neatly arranged in rows.

The stall owner, a woman in her thirties, saw someone stop and immediately greeted them with a smile: "Young lady, would you like to take a look at the rouge? It's all top-quality, with perfect color and a lovely fragrance."

Li Qinglu looked at Wu Feng. Wu Feng nodded: "Let's go take a look." Li Qinglu's lips curved into a smile as she walked to the stall and looked down at the small boxes.

She picked up a box of rouge, opened the lid, brought it close to her nose to smell it, then dabbed a little with her finger and gently spread it on the back of her hand.

The red color stood out prominently on the back of her fair hand.

She looked up at Wu Feng: "Is it pretty?" Wu Feng glanced at it: "It's pretty."

Li Qinglu's smile deepened as she asked the woman, "How much is this?" "Thirty coins," the woman replied with a smile.

Li Qinglu turned to look at Wu Feng. Wu Feng took out several dozen coins from his sleeve, counted out thirty coins, and handed them to the woman.

Li Qinglu held the box of rouge as if it were some precious treasure.

The three continued walking. More and more people gathered on the street. There were peddlers carrying loads and shouting their wares, and street performers showing off their skills, surrounded by cheering crowds.

Li Qinglu walked around, stopping frequently, finding everything new and interesting.

She stopped again as she passed a stall selling beaded flowers. The stall displayed all kinds of beaded flowers, some made of silk, some of velvet, and a few with fake beads inlaid on them.

She picked up a pink silk beaded flower, twirled it in her hand, and then put it down.

She picked up a purple beaded velvet flower, looked at it, and then put it down.

Finally, she picked up a beaded flower with a few white beads inlaid in it. The beads were not big, but they were polished to a fairly smooth finish.