The thin man left, and the gun was thrown in place without taking it. Perhaps he would have really left the world of swords and swords in the future and wanted to live a life of his wife and children in Xiaojing Village.

Yidao had already consciously gone to the mountain temple to guard the guard. At this time, there were only Gu Changfeng and Han Linchun in the open space in front of the mountain temple.

At this time, Gu Changfeng was still sitting on the ground. The blood gushed out of her mouth had wet the black short stroke on her chest. Her breathing gradually stabilized, but her expression was still a little sad.

Han Linchun came to Gu Changfeng and squatted down, took out several bottles and jars from his arms and placed them on the ground. He first took out two pills from a white porcelain bottle and fed them to Gu Changfeng for taking them, and then slowly untied Gu Changfeng's chest and clothes.

On Gu Changfeng's relatively strong chest, the narrow sword in his hand had already printed a dark red blade mark on it. The injury in the middle of the blade was particularly severe and had turned purple-red.

After Gu Changfeng looked down at his injury, he smiled bitterly and said, "This man who plays a gun has many tricks. He should have been playing tricks with me before. He really showed his skills, but I couldn't even withstand two moves."

Han Linchun took out some medicinal paste from the remaining two small bottles and mixed them in his palm. After it was completely mixed, he slowly applied the palm to Gu Changfeng's chest. At the same time, he said mercilessly: "Found the bottom? You really underestimate this kid and overestimate yourself. This guy used his backlash to fight back, and even killed a ninth-grade warrior cleanly. This man is a person who knows the right position, so he did not use his most lethal trick from beginning to end."

As soon as the medicinal mud covered Gu Changfeng's chest, a scorching sensation immediately came. The blue veins on Gu Changfeng's forehead swelled up, and he could only bite his teeth to resist the pain. However, after the pain passed, a cool feeling immediately came, as if the breeze blew across his chest. The stinging pain caused by the medicinal mud and the severe pain from his own injuries were relieved a lot.

Han Linchun pressed his palm tightly on the two large acupoints in front of Gu Changfeng's chest, urging the purest internal energy to continuously input into Gu Changfeng's body to help him digest the medicinal energy.

After a cup of tea, Han Linchun calmly took his hand off Gu Changfeng's chest.

The pain in Gu Changfeng's body had slowly disappeared, and the feeling of chest tightness had also been relieved a lot. Han Linchun came to the door of this mountain temple to wash his hands, while Gu Changfeng closed his clothes and stood up slowly from the ground.

After Han Linchun washed his hands, he stood up and whispered to the roof of the Mountain Temple. After a moment, a figure in black disappeared from the eaves.

At this time, Gu Changfeng was surrounding Han Linchun's dying blue and white snake hanging on the branch, marveling at it and thinking.

Han Linchun walked slowly over and picked the blue and white snake. While walking towards the basin, he said softly: "It's too late today. You might as well stay here for a simple meal. However, the Lingmu Temple is full of wind and rain every day. There is really no good meal, but the snake soup is also quite delicious. You can taste it."

Gu Changfeng came to Han Linchun, sat down on the threshold at the entrance of the mountain temple, and said with a smile: "There are no outsiders here, so Uncle Han doesn't have to call me a young master, just like when I was a child, I could just call me Changfeng. I have eaten this snake meat two or three times before, and each time it makes me feel endless. Today, I can eat the snake meat made by Uncle Han, and Changfeng will stay no matter what."

Perhaps because there were only two people present, Han Linchun, who had always been calm, had a hint of warmth on his face at this moment. He peeled the snake's skin with a bamboo knife and said softly: "This snake meat is probably the most delicious meat in the world. The meat is tender and smooth, and the mouth is very soft. Moreover, this snake meat is too shameful to see the iron tool, and it becomes fishy as soon as he sees it, so he can only cut it with a bamboo knife."

While talking, Han Linchun treated the snake flesh. He first peeled off the snake skin intact, then used a bamboo knife to open the snake's belly, washed the internal organs, and then used a bamboo knife to gently cut the pink snake flesh, but the snake flesh did not completely cut it, but each knife was gently cut by half, and the whole snake flesh was still connected together.

After dealing with the snow-white snake meat, Han Linchun walked back into the mountain temple and soon moved out a whole set of pots and pans. From this incident, it can be seen that Han Linchun and the disciples of Lingmu Hall have been sleeping in the wilderness, and the hardships of life can be seen.

Han Linchun set up the iron pot, added a lot of clean water, lit the firewood, and then quietly waited for the clean water to boil.

Gu Changfeng was rarely in silence at this time. He sat on the threshold, supported his chin with his hands, quietly watching the flames licking the dark bottom of the pot, dazed and his eyes were thoughtful.

After about half an hour, the water in the iron pot had completely boiled. Han Linchun did not make snake soup directly as Gu Changfeng thought. Instead, he carefully applied fine salt and many seasonings to the snake meat, placed the snake meat in a porcelain plate, and then placed the porcelain plate in a cage on the iron pot, covered the pot and waited for the snake meat to be steamed.

At this time, Han Linchun first spoke up and broke the silence: "Changfeng, you know, like your Uncle Ye, I have always disagreed with you in practicing martial arts. It's not just because of your physical reason. Even if you are a genius in martial arts, I still don't agree with you in practicing martial arts. Even if you practice to the realm of Immortal Elephant, what if you practice to the realm of Immortal Elephant? Isn't your Uncle Ye a master in the realm of Immortal Elephant? Could it be that he can do whatever he wants now and do whatever he wants? The strongest level of martial arts practice is just a thousand enemies, and then ten thousand enemies are just rumors, but even if you become the old monster of Immortal Elephant with the realm of Immortal Elephant, can you... be able to avenge the general?"

Gu Changfeng's smile on his face was also gradually restrained. After he was silent for a while, he slowly said: "Uncle Han, you are an old man from the Xiliang Army. You were one of my father's personal thirteen Taishang, especially in the Battle of Guandu, you killed countless enemies. You cut seven Xiliang swords to the rolled blade and pulled out three of the flags. So I can still speak out in front of you some words."

Speaking of the past of Xiliang, Han Linchun Tianchai paused, but after a moment he returned to normal, nodded and said softly: "Changfeng, what are your plans, you can tell me, no matter what the situation, I... will stand on your side."

Gu Changfeng raised his head and let out a gentle breath. At this time, the sky was completely dark. The mountain god temple was at the foot of Niutou Mountain. There was no fire in the surrounding area for several miles, so it seemed extremely dark and depressing. Gu Changfeng shook his head and said slowly: "This matter... I have been thinking about it for a long time. The martial arts practice is a seed that I have long had in my heart. In fact, the high-sounding words such as thousands of enemies and tens of thousands of enemies that I said before are all fucking bullshit."

Gu Changfeng withdrew his gaze from looking at the sky, looked at Han Linchun's face, which was reflected by the fire, and said sincerely: "I just want to practice martial arts. No one has any reason, I just like it, that's all."

In a few simple words, Han Linchun swallowed all the persuasion words that had reached his mouth. He looked at Gu Changfeng's tender and sincere face, as if he saw Gu Xianfo's hard face from that face. For a moment, all the words turned into a long sigh. He added the firewood in his hand to the vigorous fire and whispered: "If you want to practice martial arts, let go. I will bear the pressure on Ye Lin for you. After all,... this should be one of the few indulgences you have."

At this moment, Gu Changfeng's face returned to his heartless and kind smile. He changed the subject and said teasingly: "I guess in the entire Daode Sect, you are the only Uncle Han, you dare to talk to Uncle Ye like this. I have heard that before, when you just joined the army, you were twenty-three years old and Uncle Ye nineteen years old. When you were in the first year of the Xiliang Army, you were Uncle Ye's old boss. In those days, whether it was killing people or placing troops, you taught Uncle Ye. Now, Uncle Ye is still respectful when he sees you."

At this time, the snake meat in the cage was ripe, and the scent of the nose came out from every gap in the cage, filling the open space before the mountain temple. Han Linchun gently pulled the corner of his mouth twice, then stretched out his arms and opened the lid of the pot on the cage. In an instant, the thick pot air scrambled out in an instant. After the most of the pot air was dissipated, a large piece of pink snake meat in the porcelain plate was curled crystal clear, and the heat was blowing pink.

At this time, a slight sound came from the black surroundings, and a strong black shadow broke through the darkness and appeared on the open space. He was carrying a large bag of oil paper bags in his left hand and two wine jars in his right hand.

Han Linchun brought out the plate of snake meat with bare hands, then put the sauce on the side into two other small plates, and slowly adjusted it.

After the black shadow put down the wine and ate in his hand, he flashed and disappeared in front of the two of them again. Gu Changfeng picked up a wine jar and gently opened the mud seal, and the fragrance of wine was overflowing in an instant.

Han Linchun put the plate of pink and tender snake meat on the bluestone slab between the two, and then said softly with a slight teasing: "If you want to eat snake meat, you must be accompanied by bamboo leaf green, preferably twenty years old. The wine tastes not rinsed, and there is some precipitated aftertaste. First, the pink and tender snake meat opens the way, and then pour a bite of bamboo leaf green, which tastes really good."
Chapter completed!