The pale moon hangs in the sky, and the west wind is slightly cool.
The orange bonfire swayed in the wind, and light and shadow floated around it, as if the devil's hand was casting a reflection of the world.
Suddenly hearing a dry and hoarse voice can easily make people think of something supernatural and sneaky.
A trace of disgust arose instinctively in his heart, and Wang Jun said: "Come out and speak."
The guy who called himself a wanderer was silent.
The cool breeze blew gently, the treetops rubbed against each other, and the sound of rustling was faintly heard.
"Pretend to be a ghost?" Sun Buwu took off his sunglasses, his eyes shining golden and red, like two gorgeous clouds.
Phew! Phew!
His gaze condensed and compressed, turning into two beams of light.
There was a very slight sound of footsteps in the distant night, which seemed to be the sound made by the wanderer when he was dodging.
Sun Buwu glanced in the direction of the jeep.
Li Xuanchen buried his head in the carriage, neither letting the people outside the window see him nor the people outside the window, but he seemed to have a pair of eyes that could receive Sun Buwu's hints.
Nodding slightly, Li Xuanchen put his hands together, and black shadows flowed from the gaps in his palms.
At first, the shadows were like threads. Three seconds later, the shadows gathered into a ball, which was as big as a basketball and as heavy as mercury.
He fell silently under the car, passed through the shadow space, and came to the bottom of the car.
Immediately afterwards, a group of shadows used the cover of the turf to quickly fly towards the location where the wanderer made the sound.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
With three consecutive air blasts, the shadow figure he summoned flew backwards and crashed into the bonfire.
The shadow rushes into the huge light source, and its only outcome is death.
Li Xuanchen groaned, jumped out of the car window, and said: "Don't be careless, the other party is at least level 4."
There is a basis for his dare to make this judgment - as a transcendent at the peak of level 3, he has faced many powerful people, including many extraordinary beings at level 4. However, based on past experience, it is speculated that the initial level 4 cannot be lost in an instant.
He spent 20% of his shadow power to condense the clone.
Feng Xiao geared up and raised the corners of his mouth, "It's a good time. I didn't finish the fight during the day. I'm worried that I'm not happy and I can't sleep well at night."
Picking up a thick piece of firewood and using it as a torch, she rushed away.
"Hold on, be careful. There is a scam." Sun Buwu shrank to his feet, stopped Feng Xiao, and pulled her back to Wang Jun.
Feng Xiao frowned, his eyes fierce, like a half-unsheathed magic sword.
She wants an explanation.
Sun Buwu tilted his head slightly, signaling Feng Xiao to pay attention to Wang Jun.
"When the other party came, they talked about meat. The person he spoke to was also Ajun. He already stated his first goal."
"Since you and I agreed to escort him, we must ensure his safety. Don't give the enemy a chance to defeat him one by one because of your own impulses."
The two pectoralis major muscles were undulating and trembling, his fists were clenching, and Feng Xiao's face was slightly relaxed.
Li Xuanchen came to the bonfire and persuaded: "Sister Xiao, the shadow in the darkness cannot tell me the exact location of that person. You can't go, you will easily fall into a trap."
Feng Xiao bared his fangs, his cheeks bulged slightly, his upper and lower rows of back molars rubbed against each other, and he compromised: "When the other party attacks later, I will take the lead."
Sun Buwu and Li Xuanchen nodded in unison.
Wang Jun said: "I can feel that the person who came here has no murderous intention, otherwise he would have no reason to take the initiative to expose his existence."
"Young man still thinks clearly."
The hoarse voice sighed leisurely, and the coolness in the wind worsened by three points.
"We are traveling to the end of the world at this time, why should you and I fight for weapons? The mountains and rivers are far away, and we are destined to meet each other. You have good meat with fragrant aroma, and I have wine that has been aged for many years. Wouldn't it be wonderful to learn from each other's strengths and offset our weaknesses?"
Wang Jun said: "One more friend is better than one more enemy."
Sasha~~Sasha~~
The turf and leaves dance with the wind, seeming to express their approval.
The wanderer chuckled and said, "This is my sincerity."
Green vines hang down from the giant tree as big as a canopy, and an ancient clay pot is rolled up at the end of the vine. There is a slight sound of water sloshing inside the pot.
Wang Jun took half a step back, raised his hands, and soft water filled his palms.
"Friend, I have received your wine."
The water ball fell to the ground, and the clay pot was gently stabilized. The mud seal on the filling mouth had not yet been opened.
Li Xuanchen looked solemn, walked to Wang Jun, summoned a shadow to isolate the pot, and said loudly:
"Since we are all destined, why don't we come out and meet each other?"
The wanderer replied: "I am ugly, as you can see, but I am not suitable for a young man. If he calls me friend, I can't scare him."
Feng Xiao sneered: "To be able to walk freely in the wilderness, you are either a demigod or an evil spirit. If you are a demigod, we will admit defeat today. But you dare not approach the bonfire. It is already obvious what the reason is."
"If we want to live in peace," Sun Buwu nodded, "it's better to come out and meet him."
The hoarse laughter of the wanderer came from the darkness. He ignored the others and asked Wang Jun directly: "Young man, how long will it take for the meat you roasted to be eaten?"
Wang Jun glanced sideways at the bonfire and said, "Now."
"Okay!" The wanderer's speech was not clear enough, presumably because his mouth contains saliva, "I have aged this wine for a month, and I will exchange it for you for 100 kilograms of cooked meat. It's not much, right?"
"Who is a serious person who still wears a nickname when going out?" Wang Jun asked rhetorically.
Wanderer: "..."
He didn't quite understand what Wang Jun meant.
Wang Jun chuckled, "The pottery pot is old and dated, but the aroma of the wine is not clear at all. It has been sealed for sixty years, so it can be said to be the best in the world."
"Haha." The wanderer understood what he meant - he had enough meat to eat, and he couldn't do that kind of searching with a scale.
There were two clicks in succession, and the butterfly knife unfolded its wings.
The blade wings on both sides merge into one and become the handle.
Wang Jun held the sword in his right hand and swung his arm to slash. The chaotic sword force broke through the burning bonfire.
He put the knife away from his face and blew out a breath of cold air from his mouth. The water in it quickly condensed and adhered to the blade.
Half a second later, the blade of the butterfly knife extended by half a meter and penetrated the ground.
Brush brush brush brush~~~
He raised his sword continuously, without any particular technique, like a mad scholar swiping a brush and splashing ink.
The scorching hot soil meets the ice blade, the cold and heat intertwine, and white mist emerges.
The wanderer praised: "It's a good weapon, with new ideas. The sword skills are old-fashioned, without any unnecessary moves, and there are no fancy tricks at all. It's not like a complacent young man at all. It's awesome."
Wang Jun smiled and said nothing, knelt down on one knee and clapped his right hand down.
The white mist rolled in all directions, carrying the huge bonfire and moving it several meters.
The ground showed irregular cracked lines, densely packed, like a spider web.
Wang Jun lightly stamped his foot, causing the soil to roll and dust to fly.
The leaves are exposed, and after being roasted, they glow with autumnal yellow.
The tangy aroma of meat could no longer be resisted and spread into the air. Within a minute, everyone present was twitching their index fingers.
"Fuck!!!" Li Xuanchen glared, "Ajun, do you really have such cooking skills?"
"Hahaha, young man, it seems that your companion is not knowledgeable." The wanderer smiled.
Feng Xiao sniffed fiercely and caressed his belly quietly.
Her body fat rate is less than 8%, and she always shows eight abdominal muscles that are arranged like chocolate. But now that she has eaten too much, her eight-pack abs have increased to two levels, reaching the highest level of ninety-nine.
Saliva is constantly secreted, and the biological instinct tells her appetite.
The corners of Sun Buwu's mouth twitched, but he remained speechless.
It's just food, how can it mess up my mood?
We are martial arts practitioners, so we should do the exercises twice in the morning and evening, and have three meals a day, which is enough!
Full is full, my heart is like a rock and cannot be shaken.
The leaves are spread out piece by piece, and the bird skin is covered in grease, golden and red.
The fragrance filled the air and was at least three times stronger.
More than a thousand kilograms of marrow-sucking eagle meat was exposed. Wang Jun swallowed softly and grabbed the butterfly knife again.
Cut off a complete wing - base, middle wing and tip.
Wang Jun threw it into the darkness, and with a hiss, the vine stretched out, rolled up its wings and flew back.
"Okay! Okay! Okay!"
The man was shouting while eating, already amazed by this dish.
"Is there any explanation for this? It's just...name, what's the name?"
Wang Jun said: "The name of this dish is the recipe that I learned by chance. According to legend, in the more ancient times, a certain beggar was good at catching pheasants, but the beggar was not popular with others, and he was very poor, so he never had anything to cook with.
Utensils, so he found another way and came up with such a method, and beggars were also called beggars in that place, so this dish got its name - beggar's chicken."
The homeless man said: "Awesome, really awesome. Does that beggar have a name?"
"It's been a long time, and some things haven't been passed down." Wang Jun cursed in his heart, and I just said it casually, as if that was what happened.
He himself couldn’t remember clearly, but he remembered that it was probably related to beggars, so the dish was named Huaji.
"Hmm." The wanderer was obviously an old man. After suddenly eating such delicious food, he couldn't control his tongue and no longer concealed his voice.
There was a bang, and in the darkness in the distance, a figure appeared, leaning against a crooked tree.
He happened to be standing at the limit of Wang Jun's sight.
I can see the general attire, but I can't see the specific appearance.
What Wang Jun saw was that this man was dressed in black and gray clothing and had a metal hat on his head.
The moonlight is like frost, illuminating the sharp blade on the outer edge of the bamboo hat.
There are 18 pieces in total, which are circled three times, 3 inside, 6 in the middle, and 9 outside. They are arranged in layers, like a lotus.
His legs were leaning on a wooden stick, and he was holding huge "chicken wings" in both hands, chewing them with great joy.
Chew, swallow, and from time to time lift the clay pot and drink the amber wine.
Seeing the wooden stick, Sun Buwu raised his eyebrows and lowered his voice: "I seem to know who he is."
"This is a madman, a madman wandering in the wilderness, no one knows his name."
"His eyes have never been opened, and I don't know if he is blind. His behavior is even more crazy and unruly, with no rules at all."
"The metal hat worn on the head is a special weapon that can be used for long-distance attacks. The wooden staff on hand has a built-in blade. It is actually a long sword. This sword is called Tingfeng."
Li Xuanchen said: "Ah? Brother Wu, where did you get the news? Is it reliable?"
Sun Buwu exhaled a breath, his expression became more solemn, "It's reliable, but our situation may be a bit bad."
"How do you say that?" Feng Xiao clenched his hands into fists and touched each other.
Sun Buwu's eyelids twitched slightly and he smiled bitterly: "Because when I met him, he was challenging my old man. This guy is not an ordinary extraordinary person, but a pure warrior. Like my old man, he practices martial arts.
A superb person who has stepped into the extraordinary.”
Li Xuanchen rolled his eyes and looked at Feng Xiao, "A crow's mouth!!!"
Feng Xiao glared at Li Xuanchen, turned around and asked, "How strong is he specifically? He shouldn't be at level 5, right? Otherwise, there would be no way his name would not be on the list of demigods."
"He is indeed not level 5. He seems to have other ambitions." Sun Buwu said: "However, I don't need to say more about how strong a level 4 person who can walk in the wilderness and darkness at will is."
"Who is stronger, him or my master?" Li Xuanchen hurriedly asked with fear running down his spine.
Sun Buwu said: "I don't know, he can compete with my old man, how can I judge his depth?"
Feng Xiao frowned deeply and clenched his fists tighter and tighter.
After listening to Sun Buwu's explanation, Wang Jun immediately understood that the vines that appeared before were not some extraordinary means. No wonder he couldn't see the clues.
That vine was probably a whip made by the wanderer, but when used, it was too strong and too fast, and it was no less powerful than extraordinary strength.
"Now you know you're afraid?" The madman grinned, and there seemed to be a hint of joking in his hoarse voice.
Sun, Li, and Feng quietly moved to protect Wang Jun.
Sun Buwu said: "I will stop him later. You just drive away and don't look back."
"If you can't stop me, you have to count me in." There was a slight tremor in Feng Xiao's voice, which seemed to be 70% excitement and 30% fear.
He was afraid, but he launched a challenge with a trembling body, like a moth flying into a flame, unable to retreat until death.
Slowly touching the scars on her face with her left hand, she remembered the oath she made to her dead comrades in her heart - from now on, she will never back down from the enemy again! She will never lie under the corpses of her comrades and live an ignoble life again!
Li Xuanchen struggled with his eyes, thought for a long time, and said: "We will advance together and retreat together, I, I will stay. Ajun, you..."
"Don't, Brother Chen, Brother Wu, Sister Xiao, don't act like you need to part ways, okay?"
Wang Jun's palm patted the shoulders of the three people in succession.
The three of them were stunned, wondering what Wang Jun meant and where he got the confidence.
He once fought against Mr. Sun and wandered the wilderness at night. No matter which trait he possessed, it was enough to show how strong this person was—invincible!
He picked up the clay pot on the ground, opened the lid, took a sip of the fragrance of the wine, and said:
"He came to beg for meat, and I gave it to him, and he returned it with a jug of wine. Even though it was the first time we met like this, wouldn't we already be friends?"
Feng Xiao frowned and looked serious, "In the wilderness, trusting others is the way to death."
"The lid is as old as before, and the hair is as old as new." Wang Jun shook his head and raised the pottery pot.
Tons tons tons tons tons~~~~
The amber wine poured down like a waterfall. Wang Jun opened his mouth wide and his Adam's apple twitched repeatedly.
"Hahahaha, young man, well said, drink better."
The wanderer raised the clay pot and imitated Wang Jun's example, drinking freely.
Tons tons tons tons tons~~~~
After a while, Wang Jun and the wanderer put down the clay pot together.
After a wine burp, Wang Jun gave a thumbs up through the darkness of the night.
"The entrance is like cold water, the lower belly is like burning fire, the first taste is slightly bitter, and the bitter aftertaste is sweet, just like a drunken dream in life, good wine!"
Li Xuanchen exclaimed: "Ajun, you..."
Sun Buwu covered Li Xuanchen's mouth and shook his head to signal - don't say much, let Wang Jun handle it.
"Good wine should be paired with a good man," the wanderer's voice was hoarse, containing memories, "I did not send this wine to the wrong person."
After a brief pause, he said: "The meat you grilled is delicious, let's go!"
Wang Jun chopped off hundreds of kilograms of roasted bird legs with a knife and threw them in the direction of the sound.
The long whip made of vines rolled up the roasted bird's legs and hung in the air without taking it back.
The wanderer looked back and asked, "What do you mean?"
Wang Junlang smiled and said: "The road to the wilderness is far away and the sky is dark. Let's have a late night snack. Friends, go slowly."