Gu Changfeng, Han Linchun, and Hong Bingjia drank the last jar of bamboo leaves green with this steaming snake soup. It was already late at night.

Han Linchun and Hong Bingjia are both old soldiers tested by the wine jar. Not to mention that the two jars of Zhu Yeqing were divided equally by three people, even after drinking them all, they would be drunk at most. But Gu Changfeng was not the case. First, he was still young and had not drunk a few big drinks. Second, he was really happy tonight, so he was extremely happy to get drunk.

When the last jar of Zhu Yeqing was halfway through, Gu Changfeng was already drunk, no longer drinking alcohol, no longer eating soup dumplings, but just took a piece of snake bone as a sword to point the sky and the earth as if it were a matter of fact, but the silly smile on his face betrayed his true thoughts.

When he finished drinking Zhuyeqing, Gu Changfeng was already sleeping in the wine jar. Hong Bingjia looked at Han Linchun and smiled, but did not wake Gu Changfeng up, but drank snake soup and started chatting with the soup buns. He subconsciously said and said, but both of them were very low, for fear of waking up Gu Changfeng in his sleep.

Han Linchun took a sip of the steaming snake soup, looked at Gu Changfeng who was sleeping soundly in the wine jar, and murmured softly: "I didn't expect... the general looked so ugly, but gave birth to such a handsome son. This world is really unfair."

Hong Bingjia took a big bite of soup dumplings and said with a smile: "We can only see this little guy growing up. Anyway, since I was a child, I have always felt that this little guy is too different from the general. Not only his appearance, but also his personality are really too different. But after a few years, I slowly realized that the things in this little guy's bones are really similar to the general, just like they are carved from the same mold."

Han Linchun held the sea bowl in both hands and said softly: "Yes, I thought this kid was two people with different personalities from the general, but I didn't expect that as he grew up, I realized that I, Old Han... were also misleading."

Hong Bingjia pursed his lips and asked in a deep voice: "Did you tell him where the general's tomb is?"

Han Linchun shook his head and said calmly: "Of course not. Not to mention that only seventeen years have passed. Even if seventy years have passed, the surveillance of the general's tomb in Chang'an City will only become more and more serious. After all, the booklet that the major general carries... is really important."

Hong Bingjia sneered and sneered: "Old Han, what you said just now is right. This world is really unfair. What did the general do for Daqian and Dongling during his lifetime? Everyone in the world is blind. But now the general has been gone for seventeen years, and his only biological son still cannot go to worship him once. What's the matter with this?"

Han Linchun sighed softly: "These things are important, so let's not talk about them anymore. Lao Hong, we decided to push you out as a shield to attract those cats and dogs that smell blood. After these years, you have to live a breeze, right?"

Hong Bingjia stuffed the remaining half of the soup buns into his mouth and waved his hand, saying, "There is no need to say these things. I chose these things myself. This path was also my own way. Now is not a time to complain about the world. I have my own way of dealing with these ghosts and monsters around me. Just protect the major general honestly, so naturally there is no need to worry about the rest."

"Don't worry, as long as I live, as long as the tens of thousands of children of the Moral Sect are still alive, the Major General will be unscathed."

"How is Ye Lin now?"

"Although he is a master in the Immortal Elephant Realm, his health has become increasingly poor recently, so he dare not take action at will. Now, the Daode Sect's fight and killing matters are all responsible for Long Yu."

"Long Yu? I just met him once a few years ago. This person is also a romantic young man, but why don't Xu Yan take responsibility for that lunatic? Xu Yan, a lunatic who does not care about his own life and even others' lives, let him do something about fighting, killing... it should be the most appropriate."

Han Linchun smiled: "Then Xu Yan is naturally happy with these things, but a few days ago he suffered a small loss in Chang'an. The two pieces of rootless willows planted by Yao Shujian on him were not driven away by him after following him for six thousand miles. In the end, with the help of Ye Lin, he drove away the rootless willows in his body. This loss made him not very happy. A few days ago, he heard that a disciple of Yao Shujian showed his face in southern Xinjiang, so he rushed over immediately. Now he probably has arrived in southern Xinjiang."

Hong Bingjia was slightly stunned at first, then laughed happily: "There will definitely be a bloody storm in the martial arts world in southern Xinjiang."

Han Linchun shook his head and smiled, drank the still warm snake soup and egg whites in one go, and slowly chewed it, just about to speak, but he was slightly stunned, feeling the coolness on his face, and smiled and said, "It's raining."

Hong Bingjia also had snake soup in his left hand and soup dumplings in his right hand. Before the heavy night rain, he swallowed all the remaining soup dumplings into his stomach.

Han Linchun held a new bowl of snake soup in his hand and smiled and said, "Are you leaving?"

Hong Bingjia stood up, carried Gu Changfeng on his back, nodded and said, "Let's go, I'm a carriage behind the mountain and will take the Major General back to the city safely. You can rest here first, and wait until tomorrow, and then go to the city to protect the Major General's safety."

Han Linchun sipped a sip of the hot snake soup, lowered his head and said softly: "It's easy to walk all the way, then I won't give it to you."

Hong Bingjia nodded, carried Gu Changfeng on his back and walked towards the carriage in the back mountain. His body movements were extremely quick, and he disappeared from Han Linchun's vision in a short while.

Han Linchun lowered his head and sipped the snake soup, but still said nothing. Because no one added firewood in the stove, the flames became weaker and weaker, and the night around him naturally became thicker and thicker. As the flames gradually became smaller, the night slowly became thicker. The thick night pressed on the overly tall Han Linchun, as if to crush this taciturn man and crush it.

There is no curfew regulation in Luoyun City. It is not until midnight. The main streets are still brightly lit and crowded, and various snack vendors are doing the most. The thrilling sound and the scented fragrance make the street full of fireworks. This is because it was drizzling night rain tonight, so the crowd on the street was less than half, otherwise the street would be more lively.

More than half an hour later, Hong Bingjia's carriage stopped steadily at the entrance of Baoping Lane, Zhuque Street.

At this time, Gu Changfeng was awake and half of the wine. Hong Bingjia was serving Gu Changfeng from the car with a stern look, with a very serious expression. Gu Changfeng took out a bunch of big money from his arms and handed it to Hong Bingjia. After taking it, the latter bowed to thank him. Without saying anything extra to Gu Changfeng, he left in the carriage.

Gu Changfeng shook her head, which was still a little confused, and stood at the entrance of Baoping Lane, feeling stunned for a while while she was wet with the night rain.

Old Man Deng, who was holding a wonton stall under the eaves, suddenly waved to Gu Changfeng and smiled, "Boy Gu, I'm still drunk when I came back in the middle of the night. I'm afraid I didn't go to any good place, right? I'm afraid that you're not going to see your wife, so I dare not go home, right? Come on, come on, come on, go to Old Man Deng to have a bowl of chicken soup wontons to sober up, and it's not too late to go home again."

Gu Changfeng came to his senses. After hearing Old Man Deng's greeting, he laughed and came to the wonton stall under the eaves to sit down, and said with a smile: "I'm really hungry after you say this. I went out to have a few drinks with my two friends tonight. But I couldn't drink enough. After half of the drink, I was unconscious. So I had no pasta in my stomach except wine and meat. Now I'm not as good as eating a bowl of wontons here, so I can't feel uncomfortable in my stomach in the middle of the night."

Old Man Deng’s craftsmanship is really nothing to say. In addition, it’s raining now, and no one passes by this slightly remote place at night, so there is only Gu Changfeng, the diner in the wonton stall. In less than a moment, Old Man Deng came to Gu Changfeng with a bowl of steaming chicken soup wontons.

The chicken soup is delicious, the wontons are fragrant, and the wild onion and coriander is decorated with it. This bowl of wontons in the chicken soup has just been placed in front of you, and before it can be put in the mouth, Gu Changfeng's index finger is shaking.

At this time, Gu Changfeng had just opened his mouth and didn't care about anything else. After pulling out a pair of bamboo chopsticks from the chopstick drum, he immediately started to move his hands at the bowl of chicken soup wontons that were full of color, fragrance and flavor. The wonton skin was thin and filled with chicken soup and ate it in his mouth. The taste really made Gu Changfeng feel so satisfying that it was beyond words.

There were no extra guests at this time. Old Man Deng simply sat down on the seat opposite Gu Changfeng. Looking at Gu Changfeng feasting, a happy smile appeared on his face. He gently wiped the table with a rag and asked softly: "Boy Gu, how do you feel about the wontons of Old Man Deng's chicken soup tonight?"

Gu Changfeng swallowed the wontons in his mouth, raised his thumbs up and smiled: "Old Deng's chicken soup wontons are really nothing. I have eaten them several times in this restaurant in Luoyuncheng, but the food made there is better taste than your chicken soup, but it cannot be used frequently. After eating it for two meals, I feel the taste is greasy and I can't eat it anymore. Although your chicken soup wontons are not heavy and don't taste it at first, they just never get tired of eating it. The more I eat it, the more addicted you become."

"You said... I really appreciate my skills." An intimate smile appeared on the old man Deng's face, "I'm going to hide it from you, Xiaozi Gu, when I was young, my family was quite good. I had eaten a lot of famous foods at that time, but I liked it the one I ate the most and didn't get tired of eating them. It was this... chicken soup wontons."
Chapter completed!