When Gu Zhihuan and Han Yue arrived at the inn, Chaolu was already waiting at the table.

Seeing Gu Zhihuan, Chaolu was a little surprised: "Why did you arrive before Yufeng?" ”

Gu Zhihuan shrugged his shoulders and took Han Yue to sit down opposite Chaolu: "Master, if you add the word Song Yufeng in front of the sword flight, there will be no suspense in this matter." ”

Chaolu thought for a moment, and laughed helplessly: "It's me who didn't think it through." ”

Han Yue picked up the kettle on the table and made a cup of hot water for Gu Zhihuan.

Gu Zhihuan took it and said, "Master, I'm hungry." ”

Chao Lu just wanted to order food, but as soon as his right hand moved, his body was a meal, he almost controlled his movements in embarrassment, put his right hand on his lap, and curled up slightly: "When the wind arrives, you can eat here, rest early after eating, and hurry early tomorrow morning." ”

"Where's the master?" Gu Zhihuan looked up at him.

Chaolu said casually: "I have already reached the realm of Bigu. ”

The corners of Gu Zhihuan's mouth pursed.

On Cangming Mountain, although Chaolu has already opened the valley, when he occasionally goes out of the customs, he will still sit with them in the dining hall.

But since the matter of Lingyun was known to everyone, Chaolu has been avoiding Gu Zhihuan intentionally or unintentionally.

Gu Zhihuan had a vague hunch, I was afraid that Chaolu would have more things to hide from them about Lingyun.

Even this trip to the Great Hanging Realm is by no means as simple as a birthday banquet.

Quietly exhaling a long breath, Gu Zhihuan looked at Chaolu motionlessly: "Master." ”

Chaolu subconsciously raised his head, and met Gu Zhihuan's somewhat tense expression.

For a moment, Chaolu was in a trance.

When he first picked up Gu Zhihuan, he was obviously still a childish child, but in a blink of an eye, he had already become a teenager.

The eyebrows are lowered, and they are somewhat similar to Lingyun.

"Master." Gu Zhihuan shouted again.

The clear and cold voice was like a thunderclap on a summer day, hitting the morning dew.

Chaolu was startled, and he stood up in a hurry: "I'll go back to the room first." ”

"Okay." Gu Zhihuan looked at Chaolu's unusually pale face quietly, and didn't ask more after all.

Soon after Chaolu left, Song Yufeng arrived out of breath.

Wu Xian looked relaxed and happy.

Song Yufeng seemed to have his body hollowed out, and after entering the door, he directly lay on Gu Zhihuan's table.

"Second Senior Brother......" Han Yue frowned slightly.

Song Yufeng's action made his hand a little closer to Gu Zhihuan.

Han Yue had the urge to chop off that hand and throw it at the door.

Song Yufeng didn't notice anything wrong with his movements, he had already reached the limit all day, and now he was a little dizzy.

Hearing Han Yue's voice, Song Yufeng didn't move, only waved his hand weakly: "I'm dead, junior brother, you don't care about me." ”

Han Yue: "......"

To be honest, he couldn't see the toughness and bearing of a cultivator in Song Yufeng at all.

Gu Zhihuan was already surprised: "Dead people shouldn't have to eat, junior brother, let's order first." ”

As soon as the words fell, Song Yufeng let out a low roar, and the whole person bounced up from the table: "I'm alive!" ”

“……”

The corners of Wu Xian's mouth twitched: "Breath." ”

Gu Zhihuan called the shopkeeper to come over.

Song Yufeng looked at her with a blank eye.

Han Yue was actually a little hungry, but he was used to "pretending" since he was a child, so from beginning to end, Han Yue stared at the water cup in front of him, pretending that he didn't care about what he ate.

Wu Xian pursed her lips with interest.

Gu Zhihuan took the recipe and flipped through it a few times: "Imperial Diet Douhuang, Longjing Bamboo Sun, Kung Pao Hare, Flower Mushroom Duck Paw——"

"Gollum-" Song Yufeng swallowed his saliva without a breath.

Gu Zhihuan's voice stopped.

Song Yufeng stiffened his upper body and tried his best to make himself more upright: "I'm hungry." ”

Gu Zhihuan retracted his gaze and said to the shopkeeper: "I don't want those just now." ”

The smile in Wu Xian's eyes was even thicker.

Han Yue's eyebrows jumped, and he almost stared at a hole in the water cup.

Compared to these two people, Song Yufeng was not so calm, he pointed at his stomach angrily: "Senior sister, it wants to eat." ”

"When you're away from home, it's a virtue to be thrifty." Gu Zhihuan said lightly.

Song Yufeng stared at her unwillingly.

Gu Zhihuan smiled: "Of course, if you have a treat, just-"

"I'm not hungry anymore, just eat a little." Song Yufeng immediately changed his words.

Shopkeeper 2: "......"

Gu Zhihuan flipped through the recipe again, and finally simply closed the recipe: "What is the cheapest in your store?" ”

"White rice." The shopkeeper replied patiently.

Ganzhou is a relatively large city.

There are also often cultivators passing by here.

The shopkeeper's eyesight is naturally there.

Although these people couldn't see the way out, the one next to him who had been silent was not easy to provoke just because of his clothes and bearing.

Therefore, the shopkeeper has not shown any impatience until now.

"Then three bowls of white rice." Gu Zhihuan said.

"Four bowls!" Song Yufeng said quickly.

"Oh?" Gu Zhihuan glanced at Wu Xian: "Wu Xian should have already opened the valley." ”

Song Yufeng thought that although Wu Xian didn't eat it, he called for an extra bowl of rice, as long as he ate fast enough, the extra bowl must be his own.

Therefore, Song Yufeng said shamelessly: "He wants to eat with me." ”

Wu Xian's expression suddenly became unfathomable.

Even if Song Yufeng didn't have a sideways head, he could detect Wu Xian's scorching gaze.

He looked at Wu Xian with a broken jar, and said with a smile: "Yes, Wu Xian is a real person?" ”

"Hmm." Wu Xian surprisingly did not embarrass Song Yufeng.

Song Yufeng was even more flustered.

He regretted a little that he had provoked Wu Xian for a bowl of rice.

Gu Zhihuan handed the recipe to the shopkeeper: "Four bowls of white rice." ”

"Holo." The shopkeeper took the recipe.

Gu Zhihuan said suddenly: "Add another stack of kimchi." ”

Song Yufeng's eyes lit up.

Four bowls of rice and a stack of kimchi were quickly served.

Song Yufeng happily picked up the chopsticks.

The next moment, Gu Zhihuan had already quickly sandwiched the sauerkraut into Han Yue's bowl.

Han Yue's hand hadn't touched the chopsticks yet, and the sauerkraut in the bowl had already formed a hill.

Song Yufeng tried to snatch a few pieces of sauerkraut from under Gu Zhihuan's chopsticks, but Gu Zhihuan would give him this opportunity.

After a while, a stack of sauerkraut arrived in the bowls of Han Yue and Gu Zhihuan.

The sauerkraut stacked high is like two hills.

Song Yufeng wanted to cry without tears: "Senior sister, what do I eat?" ”

"White rice." Gu Zhihuan said calmly.

Song Yufeng looked at the sauerkraut in Han Yue's bowl unwillingly.

If all four of them were white rice, he could still endure it.

But now there are sauerkraut in the bowls of the two people opposite, and he only has bare white rice.

Song Yufeng's whole person was a little bad: "Let's order another stack of sauerkraut." ”

Gu Zhihuan said in embarrassment: "But when you're out of the house—"

"I'm in for a treat!" Song Yufeng gritted his teeth and said.

"Little Er!" Gu Zhihuan raised his hand.

The speed of the action made Song Yufeng can't help but suspect that Gu Zhihuan had been waiting for his words for a long time.

Damn out of the house.

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