"Whatever his purpose, it seems that this matter has something to do with the remnants of the Xuan Demon Palace. ”

Lou Qianshan looked at them and said, "According to the report of the spies under the mountain, this person's appearance has not changed in the past fifty years, presumably he has found some way to heal the broken meridians and recast the dantian mansion." ”

Wu Zun is not ranked in the Chengtian Continent, but everyone here remembers this name. Because he was the right-hand man of the Xuan Demon Palace, he was the first high-ranking person to surrender in the battle of Tiancang Mountain.

Xia Yu asked, "In addition to Wu Zun, have you found any other familiar characters?"

An Outer Mountain Elder beside Lou Qianshan said, "I have already sent several Outer Mountain Elders who participated in that battle down the mountain to recognize people, and there will be news tonight. ”

"When the Xuan Demon Temple was encircled and suppressed, there were hundreds of disciples stealing children from all over the country, because their whereabouts were secret, so it was difficult to carry out the clearance operation after the war, and it was not done after a few years. ”

Great Elder Qiu Lu said: "There may be many remnants who come this time, and they want to cooperate with the mysterious people on the mountain to conspire with each other. ”

Lou Qianshan nodded, shook his head after thinking about it, and said, "If the mysterious person is really Zhao Qianfeng's son, this matter can be explained." But he ruined the small town of Yeju, didn't this make the intentions of those people under the mountain revealed? ”

"There are a lot of suspicions. ”

Chen Tang sighed and said: "The mysterious person on the mountain, the suddenly extra traders under the mountain, is there a connection. ”

Chen Feng sneered: "Regardless of whether there is a connection or not, as long as that mysterious person dares to show his head, or those traders want to make trouble, they will all be killed, and my Qingzhu Peak has always spared no effort to eliminate harm for the people." ”

Yuhong also nodded, and said: "Since the purpose is unknown, then we can only respond to all changes with the same, anyway, Uncle Shi is still in Changming, even if those minions can be tossed again, where can they flutter?"

Everyone nodded one after another, as long as Guo Mingzhe is still there, Changming will not fall.

Unless these remnants who have been wiped out can invite people of the level of the Five Saints to risk the disapproval of the world to help the evil demons attack Changming.

But this is obviously impossible.

Therefore, no matter what conspiracy the other side has, it will inevitably end in failure.

......

......

On the afternoon of the second day, Feng Xiaohan came to the town under the mountain alone, although the old beggar had warned him not to leave Qingzhu Peak, he still went down the mountain.

After all, there was no accident going down the mountain several times in half a month, although every time he went back, he would inevitably be reprimanded by the old beggar, and he didn't care.

Feng Xiaohan thought that he would have to face his stinky face after going back, and he was bored in his heart, who is who's dog?

Does the old beggar have any points in his heart?

But the phoenix roast chicken in a restaurant in a small town under the mountain is really delicious, so he would rather go back and scold the old beggar than eat a chicken at the risk of being caught by the man in black.

Phoenix roast chicken is made of fruit wood, the chicken is carefully cultivated, the meat is compact, and the color is ruddy, fat but not greasy.

The chicken skin is crispy, the meat is delicate, and the smoky taste not only does not affect the taste, but also adds a bit of down-to-earth crispy aroma, and the meat is delicate and melts in the mouth, which is a high-quality product.

This phoenix roast chicken is not authentic, it is a thoughtfully imitated by the chef of the restaurant after tasting Kyoto roast duck.

In order to distinguish it from Kyoto roast duck, chicken is used instead of duck, and although the ingredients have changed, the chef's cooking skills are amazing, and the taste and texture are almost the same as that of roast duck.

Feng Xiaohan held a chicken leg and ate it carefully, the bag of gold and silver that Chen Feng gave him had already been used up, and the price of this phoenix chicken was not cheap, so he couldn't eat it all-you-can-eat, so he could only enjoy it slowly.

Then, he ate twenty beef buns, four grilled fish, ten catties of beef and three pots of chrysanthemum tea under the shocked gaze of others.

When he patted his belly and left, the people in the store regained their composure, and when they returned home, they told the funny story to their families as an after-dinner conversation.

So an interesting story spread in the town.

In the story, there is a thin white-clothed disciple in Changming Sect, whose belly seems to go straight to the sea......

The breeze is light and the sun is like fire.

The white-clothed young man under the blue sky and white clouds carried a sword on his back, looked at Changming Mountain, which was still clearly visible from such a distance, and looked at the crowd thoughtfully.

The old beggar told him not to leave Qingzhu Peak easily, because he was afraid that he would be targeted by a mysterious person.

Nothing happened the first few times, and this time he didn't notice anyone following him, so where did this uneasy feeling come from?

......

......

Feng Xiaohan raised his eyebrows, picked a secluded alley and walked in, there was a noodle restaurant at the end of the alley, and there was a willow tree in front of the noodle shop.

He asked for a bowl of ravioli, added a lot of chili powder, sat on the threshold in front of the store and ate it quietly, and then he asked for another bowl.

He ate very deliciously, swallowing it heavily, like a refugee who had been hungry for a long time, and suddenly ate the most beautiful food in the world, as if this was the best food in the world.

The breeze rose, caressing the willow branches, and under the shadow of the willow tree, a woman in purple walked out, looked at him and asked, "Is it really so delicious?"

Her appearance was not abrupt, as if she had been standing there, everything was so harmonious, so it seemed even more weird.

Feng Xiaohan ignored her, picked up the garlic clove and dipped it in the small dish with hot sauce beside him, and swallowed it in one bite with the wonton.

The woman thought for a moment and said to the shopkeeper, "Then bring me a bowl of wontons, but I'm going to sit outside and eat it." ”

The old woman in the shop nodded, and served her a bowl as well, along with a cucumber and hot sauce.

The woman picked up a wonton with chopsticks, groaned slightly, and took a careful bite, and couldn't help frowning and said, "It's not that delicious." ”

She has enjoyed glory and wealth all her life, and she eats delicacies from the mountains and seas, and this kind of market snack is the first time she has tasted it.

Seeing Feng Xiaohan's large piece of food, she swallowed her saliva again, and also learned from him to eat it in a big gulp, and was surprised that eating it like this was actually quite fragrant.

In the autumn of the Savage Domain, wolves are rampant, killing intent is everywhere, and whenever autumn comes, except for the wolf killer beasts that will excitedly go out to hunt, other lives are cautious.

Autumn in the human world is obviously much gentler, and there are many beautiful legends and festivals, and even this willow tree is still green.

It is said that the southern part of the human race is full of greenery in all seasons, which is very different from the place where he used to live.

Although this makes Feng Xiaohan a little unaccustomed, fortunately, this is not a bad thing.

After Feng Xiaohan drank the last bowl of wonton soup, he put the empty bowl on the eight bowls stacked at his feet, and rested against the door frame with his eyes closed.

The woman's eating speed was obviously not as fast as his, and she didn't finish her bowl until this time, and she couldn't help but be a little annoyed when she saw Feng Xiaohan's slightly drunken appearance.

This stinky boy, he came to trouble him, why did he still put on such a posture, didn't he look down on himself?

But seeing Feng Xiaohan put his hands in his loose sleeves, his limbs were bent, his body was rolled up, and his expression was comfortable, as if he was asleep, he couldn't help but look at it curiously, wondering how this kid could be so comfortable.

The young man's face was fair, there was still childishness between his eyebrows, and the three-foot long sword on his back was almost as tall as him, which contrasted with his small body. It's like being naughty for a day, and when I'm tired, I just find a place to rest the child next door, and I think it's a little cute.

The woman suddenly had an urge to go up and pinch his face to see if it was the same as the feeling that her daughter had pinched when she was a child.

Feng Xiaohan's hand hidden in his sleeve trembled slightly, but it calmed down immediately.

That's not the excitement of meeting an adversary,

It's the fear of encountering predators.

In the face of this woman, even Feng Xiaohan was a little afraid, which showed how heavy the coercion was hidden under the seemingly delicate body.

There was a moist smell in the air, and it was supposed to be a light rain last night.

He opened a gap and saw that the clear sky surrounded by walls in the depths of the alley was like a wash, the roof tiles were as thick as splashing ink, and the willows were lined with a touching green, like the oil paintings described in the book.

There is also a painting in the oil painting, which is a woman with a smile on her face, her eyebrows stretched, and the corners of her mouth gently upturned, delicate and picturesque.

The purple skirt fluttered gently with the breeze, and there was a faint fragrance between the slight movements of the hair.

The beauty of this painting is breathtaking.

Painting ranks fourth among the ten arts of the literati, and it is extremely beautiful and can also conform to the way of heaven and give birth to visions.

This situation reminded him of the painting when he first saw Liu Panpan, the stunning girl in blue sitting on the eaves, her green leather boots swaying slightly, and looking at him with a smile.

The two of them really looked like each other smiling.

It's all that beautiful.