Maple back to land

Fen Qin looked at the shocked expression on his face, and changed his posture to give up the treatment, "I'm lying to you. This is goose soup."

Hearing what he said abruptly, Zhang Kaifeng turned his eyes around his Taoist robe, and there were faint veins popping up on his forehead.

"The crane is a Kunlun fairy beast, how can it be cooked by Fanhuo, let alone stuffed into this soup bowl." Fenqin was very calm, scooped a few chopsticks from the soup bowl, and tore off a few mouthfuls of stew. Chewing the crispy goose meat slowly, "I said it casually, but you actually believed it. It's so easy to deceive, are you really a think tank in Youdu?" He looked at Zhang Kaifeng, then at Zunjian, with deep meaning in his eyes it goes without saying. "The IQ of the Youdu army is really worrying."

Zan Jian didn't know if he was drunk or hot, his face was flushed, he was still eating and drinking, he just got carried away, and didn't feel Fen Qin's caring eyes for the mentally retarded at all.

Zhang Kaifeng silently moved a little distance away, and retorted unwillingly: "I thought Taixu's disciples were all upright, but I didn't expect there to be someone like you with empty mouths and white teeth that turn black and white! But you have sharp teeth and sharp mouth!" He took a sip of wine, only to feel a pain in his chest due to suffocation.

Fenqin didn't seem to care about the overwhelming rumors about Youdu Demon Lord's bad temper, and said earnestly while holding a soup bowl: "Taixuguan also has a sect of Yujizi, why don't you say it? Discrimination from sects is a big deal .”

Zhang Kaifeng drank another sip of wine, and was speechless.

Fortunately, now that he is full of wine and food, he doesn't want to stay for a long time, so he has to get up and leave after taking a few mouthfuls of hot food.Unexpectedly, as soon as he got up, a big hand stretched out from his side, grabbing his wrist with lightning speed.He lowered his head in surprise, and was meeting Zun Jian's gaze.

Zan Jian, who was still immersed in eating and drinking just now, seemed to be about to reach the realm of transformation, his eyes were clear at this moment, not at all drunk, and he was looking at him with burning eyes, "Wait a minute, Junior Brother."

Zhang Kaifeng was choked speechless by Fenqin, and was grabbed by the wrist by Yijian disciple who had always hated him. His complexion turned dark immediately, and he said through gritted teeth, "What are you doing? Can you force me to stay?" The cheap senior brother who came out had nothing to do with someone like Lu, he didn't believe it, he could have guessed that it must be Lu Nanting's plan to delay the attack.He was in a good mood just now, and he didn't care too much, just happened to have lunch delivered to his door, so he came to eat, but now he didn't want to entangle him.If the two forcefully wanted to keep the guests, he would not be afraid to do it.

Burying Sword has always been very good at ignoring other people's expressions. Faced with such a terrifying gaze from Da Mojun Zhang, he still resolutely refused to let go, "Junior Brother and I hit it off right away. If Junior Brother wants to leave, I have to take some kindness with me. Wait a minute, Junior Brother." , wait for brother to pack your bags for you!"

Zhang Kaifeng felt that he didn't have anything to pack, but Zang Jian had resolutely turned to the inner room to toss about, so he could only stare at Fen Qin who was eating and drinking soup as calmly and calmly as a veteran health care cadre. "You don't care?"

"If he empties the house, he will buy it again. Besides, no matter what he does, he can't carry this bamboo house on your back. It doesn't matter if you control me to eat and live, and he doesn't care what he does." After saying that, he pointed and pointed. Standing in the steaming hot soup, he asked intimately: "Instead of waiting, why don't you use some more?"

Zhang Kaifeng, who was choked speechless again, did not want to see this bowl of [Xianhe Soup] again, not even a glance!

Not long after, Zan Jian came out with a bundle in his arms, I don't know how he was dressed, his clothes were disheveled, his face was black and gray, his fiery red hair was disheveled, and there was a little bit of dust on the end of his hair.As soon as Fen Qin saw him, she couldn't help moving the food on the table away.

Looking at the buried sword that seemed to have rolled under the bed, Zhang Kaifeng, who has always been a bit of a clean freak, couldn't help but take a few steps back.

Burying Sword once again stubbornly ignored the little junior brother's disgusted eyes, raised his hand and stuffed the heavy package into his arms, not caring that it would stain the snow-white robe of Great Demon Lord Zhang, "Junior brother, this altar of hot sauce brings me spring! Made, now the taste is just right, for the elder brother to bear the pain, to give it to the younger brother to practice!" After saying that, he reluctantly glanced at the tightly wrapped jar.

Fenqin knew that Zanjian was addicted to spicy food, and when he saw him doing this, his usually calm face finally showed a little surprise and anxiety, and he stood up.

Zhang Kaifeng's complexion turned dark.

He has seen those who give away gold, silver and jewelry, antiques, calligraphy and paintings, clothes and horses, and even a few sour poems, but he has never seen the practice of giving hot sauce!not to mention……

"Are you teasing me on purpose!?" Holding the jar, he looked at the sincere Burial Sword, his silver teeth almost gnawed into pieces, every word was full of murderous intent.

"Although it's not a respect, it's for my brother's heart. Why is my brother so suspicious of my brother?" Burial Jian cried.

Regardless of how horrifying it is for a filthy adult man to cry into pear blossoms and rain, just talking about the jar in his arms has already made Zhang Kaifeng angry: "Who has time to doubt you! Such a strong sour smell, separated from the burden I can smell it, and you told me it’s hot sauce!? Which one is insincere!?”

At this moment, Fen Qin had already walked to the two of them, and didn't bother to deal with the funeral sword for the time being, but said to Zhang Kaifeng: "Don't pay attention to him, he is drunk."

Zhang Kaifeng motioned him to look at Zangjian's crystal clear eyes, and repeated with a sneer, "Drunk?"

Fenqin is worthy of being a strange man who can describe goose soup as burning qin and cooking cranes with a single mouthful. At this time, he was extremely calm and nodded in response: "Drunk." After finishing speaking, he turned around and filled a bowl of soup, handed it to Zanjian, and called out : "Husband."

Buried Sword's bones were shattered from being screamed, so he couldn't remember why he was crying, his eyes were fixed on Fenqin, almost out of frame.

Fen Qin's expression remained the same, she didn't care about Zhang Kaifeng's expression at all, "Husband, please drink up this cup."

Burying Jian took a sip of the bowl without saying a word, and after drinking it, he savored it: "This wine is so unique, it has a meaty aroma, it is delicious and sweet, and the aftertaste is endless. Good wine!"

Fen Qin said to Zhang Kaifeng, "Drunk."

Zhang Kaifeng had to believe that he was really drunk.Some people are just so different when they're drunk.

Fen Qin stunned the drunkard's Burial Sword with a knife in his hand, and threw him on the seat before carefully taking the package from the arms of the Great Demon Lord Zhang, and gently placed it in the corner farthest from the Burial Sword.

Zhang Kaifeng recalled it.The man in front of him was from Taixuguan, a native of the Central Plains, he was addicted to acid.Just now, Jian Jian was so drunk that his mind was confused, and he accidentally found out Fen Qin's wealth and life, and even gave it to someone else. No wonder Fen Qin, who has always been calm, would intervene to punish him.

After tidying up the messy Burial Sword, Fen Qin regained his usual indifference, and said to the guests who hadn't left the house: "Since he is willing to give you something, you can take it. He usually likes to make some hot sauce, which is piled up in the Kitchen, take whichever you like, the biggest altar is better."

Da Mojun Zhang frowned, and asked, "Aren't you distressed?"

Fenqin gave him a strange look, "Why do you feel sorry for him? I usually bother him to eat spicy food, and even more annoying him to come close to me after eating spicy food. Now you can take as much as you can, so that you can teach me more. Clean up for a while."

Although the two of them are in love with each other, it is not easy to get along with each other even today, and the bitterness is not enough for outsiders to understand.

I've never seen someone sell their teammates with such peace of mind. Zhang Kaifeng, who felt that he was not conscious enough, went to get a few jars of hot sauce with a black face, put on his horse and left.

Fenqin didn't send him off or stop him. Firstly, he and Damojun Zhang were really not familiar with each other, so there was no need to get closer; secondly... there was a drunk at home, so he couldn't leave it alone.

After a while, the sound of horseshoes had gone away in the mountains and forests, and the lingering sound could no longer be heard. Fenqin put down the bowls and chopsticks, but still sat quietly at the table without moving.

Zun Jian, who was supposed to be knocked out and put aside, sat up now, rubbed the back of his neck, yawned and said, "You knocked people, and you are still so merciless." He spoke fluently and looked at people His eyes are also clear, so there is no trace of drunkenness.

Seeing him sitting up, Fen Qin didn't say anything, but just glanced at him calmly.

Burying Jian approached with a playful smile, trying to pull his sleeves, "Okay, I know you don't like me wiping the food all over the table red, didn't I save some for you, don't be angry." Fen Qin's expression turned cold as soon as he entered the table, and he snickered again, "When you get angry, you like to be sharp-tongued and angry. Look at how angry you are with little junior."

"Dirty all over, don't come near me." Fen Qin avoided his hands and feet, "If you have the time to be entangled like this, why not think about what to use for a while."

There was no pressure to let Zhang Kaifeng's Burial Sword go, "Senior Brother Lu only said that I should try to keep the person here. I have kept him for two hours since I met him. Senior Brother Lu still won't come. What can I do? Is it possible that I should risk my life to keep people? I am afraid that I have the heart but not the ability, brother will definitely understand me."

Fen Qin was noncommittal about this, after all, he was not the one who was doing the mission of the teacher. "That's as good as it gets, so you'll have more time to mourn your lost hot sauce."

The outstretched hand of Burial Sword froze in mid-air.

Fen Qin was finally in a good mood, and got up to clean up the table.

When Lu Nanting came to the small bamboo house by Danqing Lake, the funeral sword was lying on the bamboo bridge in a large font, his body was dirty and messy, his eyes were dull and lifeless, and he vividly explained what it means to be unlovable in life.

Even though Lu Nanting didn't have a cleanliness habit, he still didn't know what to do with such a large human-shaped garbage, so he could only patiently touch it with his boots, "Where's the human?"

The dusty red hair moved, revealing a handsome but hopeless face, "... Am I not human?"

Lu Nanting endured it.He is no longer the head of Yijian, no matter how much he wants to draw, he is not qualified, "You are, but I didn't ask you."

Hongmao lay back on his stomach again, and let out a long sigh towards the bridge deck. When Lu Nanting suspected that he might not be able to catch his breath, he said slowly, "Let's go."

"...How long have you been walking?" The former head of the Jiange finally couldn't bear it anymore, turned him over with his toes, looked at the lifeless face, "Where did you go?"

Burial Sword is like an upside-down bastard, lying flat on the ground with his limbs spread out, his gaze far away, "It's been half an hour, go to..." He twisted his neck with difficulty, and his gaze followed the rugged terrain like a ravine in the sky. The Shu road goes up, up, and up until... "... that direction, go. There is only one road here." He added.

Lu Nanting followed his gaze, and then he lost his composure, "...that direction!?"

At the end of the Shu road, among the majestic mountains, the tall tower still surrounded by the spirit of immortals and demons stands majestically.It was transformed by the sword fairy Guang Chengzi's Su Ying sword, Yi Jian Ting Yu Pavilion's original demon-locking tower.

What happened in that tower, who was there, Lu Nanting couldn't be more clear.

Burial Sword also came back to his senses, and he didn't have the heart to pretend to be dead again. A Gulu got up, and also looked in the direction of the Demon Locking Tower, "... Only, only this direction."

Without further ado, Lu Nanting didn't even have time to lead the horse, he raised his breath and drew out his flying sword to chase after him.