Leng Xia didn't listen to Wang Chuan's story.

The meat in the pot is cooked.

The boy brought the pot straight out. He is young and small, but he has good martial arts and great strength, and the weight of a large pot of boiled minced meat is still difficult for him.

There is a small round stone table in the street outside the house. The edge of the table is sleek and edgeless, and the table is pitted, just like the gate at the city gate that is about to fall, it has been eroded by time.

Leng Xia put the cauldron on the stone table, lifted the lid of the pot, picked up the pot like that, and ate it with meat and soup by himself.

Wang Chuan looked at it and lost his appetite. With such a pot of meat paste, I really can't see that I can eat it at all, but this young man eats it so happily, he is afraid that he has never been exposed to any delicious food on weekdays.

When Leng Xia was full, he put the pot on the table and said to Wang Chuan and Mrs. Fu: "Eat." ”

has been alone for a long time, and has made this young man act, and everything is based on his own survival. Etiquette, etiquette, and common sense of life are completely outside the scope of his cognition. So he took care of himself and ate first, and he didn't share the bowl with Wang Chuan and Mrs. Fu, so he took the pot and let Mrs. Fu and Wang Chuan eat.

In fact, being able to give up the food and share it with Wang Chuan and Mrs. Fu already shows that this young man is very friendly.

Wang Chuan naturally didn't have the appetite to eat this pot of unappetizing meat porridge, and he didn't know what kind of meat was in this porridge, so Wang Chuan didn't dare to eat it without permission.

Old Mrs. Fu had already smacked her lips, picked up the pot, and poured it into her mouth. Wang Chuan deeply doubted that he had starved the old man along the way.

"This meal is good, it doesn't hurt your teeth. The lad is good, does not hurt his teeth. ”

The old lady ate the rest of the food in the pot and let out a comfortable sigh. Wang Chuan was a little suspicious of how much damage the old woman's martial arts had done to her teeth. This old woman never forgets the topic of hurting her teeth, which is really hard to impress.

Leng Xia glanced at the bottom of the pot, but became sad.

"Dog, it's gone."

Wang Chuan: "......"

So Mrs. Fu ate the food of the group of vicious dogs at the door?

Leng Xia walked to the entrance of the street and could see the location of the city gate, and with a "go", the group of dogs ran out and disappeared without a trace. I don't know where to go to forage for food.

"Story."

Leng Xia suddenly said to Wang Chuan.

Wang Chuan also said that the young man had forgotten what he had just said, but he didn't expect him to remember it clearly, and he was always thinking about it.

However, for the Xiliang Dog King, eating is the top priority, and other things still have to be postponed. So he waited until he had finished eating before he brought up the story.

"It's a little bit like a teenager."

Wang Chuan said secretly in his heart, so he sat down on the stone bench in front of the table, took out the dry food, and ate with the water he carried with him, while preaching to the young man: "Let's say that Dongsheng Shenzhou and the East China Sea are proud to come to the country, and there is a boundary, called Huaguo Mountain. There is a fairy stone on the mountain, and it turns into a stone monkey in one day......"

The story of "Journey to the West" is not suitable for now, and Wang Chuan has no score in his heart. But most of the young people liked the monkey, and it would not be wrong to tell this story to Leng Xia, a boy who was much older than the boys who used to eat Hehuansan.

After such a long journey, Wang Chuan is tired after all, and he has no intention of leaving today. I only hope that after the rest day passes, Mrs. Fu will not mention the matter of accepting the Xiliang Dog King as her godson, so that she can continue on the road smoothly.

After a long time, the huge and complex story of "Journey to the West" involving many characters is much more vague in Wang Chuan's mind than "Gourd Baby", so Wang Chuan spoke very briefly, like three or two lines of text comparable to the outline of the story under the comic book.

In the evening, Wang Chuan had already told the story to Sun Wukong to make trouble in the Heavenly Palace, turning the heavenly court upside down and provoking the Buddha.

The young Leng Xia was already unconsciously indulged in the rebellious story of the Monkey King, staring at Wang Chuan with glowing eyes, watching Wang Chuan continue to speak. But he always sat quietly, without even the slightest mood swing because of the ups and downs in the story. In comparison, Mrs. Fu is more like a child, and as the story in Wang Chuan's mouth progresses, the old lady dances with her hands, full of a monkey performer. In particular, she practiced profoundly, moved smartly and quickly, but because of her advanced age, she was hunched over, moving around, and she became more and more like a monkey.

Wang Chuan's story attracted the teenager Leng Xia. Mrs. Fu's performance also attracted Leng Xia's attention several times.

When Wang Chuan finally told the story to the end of the havoc in the Heavenly Palace, when the Buddha made a move, and Wuzhi Mountain suppressed the Monkey King, the old lady Fu stopped moving all of a sudden, and Wang Chuan suddenly felt a cold murderous aura from Leng Xia.

This murderous aura was only for a moment, but it was enough to make Wang Chuan's hairs stand on end.

Mrs. Fu suddenly didn't move.

"Shhhh

Wang Chuan couldn't help but gasp. The King of the Dog of Xiliang deserves to be the King of the Dog of the Dog, and his young age does not prevent him from becoming a murderous and willful terrorist.

Fortunately, the boy finally figured it out and knew that this was just a story, and he didn't kill Wang Chuan for a story that upset him.

"Wang! Woof! Woof! Woof! ”

The sound of vicious dogs barking resounded at the gate of the old city of San'in, breaking the awkwardness of the atmosphere.

Sneered and walked out of the street, Wang Chuan and Mrs. Fu also came out, but saw the group of dogs wagging their tails and sniffing around the city gate. One dog even lifted one of its hind hooves and sprinkled dog urine on the side of the sloping wooden door. The boundaries of the gates of the city are their territories, and they sniff and go as they claim their territories.

Wang Chuan noticed that there was one of the largest black dogs in the dog group. The black dog peed on the side of the wooden door, and before he could enjoy it, he went around to the legs of the two men who appeared among them, and raised his hind hooves to soak again.

The two legs were slender and fit, and the gray linen leggings on the calves were only stretched, and they looked so familiar.

How could Wang Chuan not know him?

In an instant, Wang Chuan had already predicted that the black dog, which looked extremely ferocious, would suffer the next moment!

"Bang!"

The long and toned legs kicked up, and the black dog let out a miserable wail and flew away.

The power of that leg is a kick, and the strength of the leg can be seen. At that time, the leg kung fu was so good, except for the six doors of Yang Zongyu, Wang Chuan only knew one person.

And the familiar, heroic, and beautiful face in the dog pack is the man—

One-word door, kicking the widow's door at night, the heroine She Wei.

"At such a young age, such a lazy dog!"

She Wei's face darkened, and she walked through the dogs, through the smoke-filled city gate, and into the ruined city of Shanyin.

The black dog staggered up from the ground, picked up a brown fur, and walked away from She Wei to follow the city.

The dog cautiously paced to Leng Xia's side, putting down the bloody fur in his mouth. Only then did Wang Chuan see clearly-

It was a large bear skin.