There was no wind, there was a moon, and it was cold.

In cold weather, what people need most is a sip of wine. Wine can warm the body, wine can warm the heart, wine can make people vent those things that are suppressed in the chest.

Of course, if you accumulate a lot, even if you drink too much alcohol, it will not help.

Han Chuang was drinking, glass after glass, from the beginning he was still a little reserved, and now he almost completely forgot what reservedness was, he drank quickly and urgently, so drinking like this is the easiest to get drunk, but he is like he is not there.

Opposite him, Daddy Gu was also drinking, taking small sips of pinzole, if he didn't know that what he had in his hand was just ordinary liquor, I'm afraid Han Chuang would think that he was drinking some precious wine.

He looked cautious in his movements, as if he was afraid of spilling some drink.

Ye Shengtian sat in the corner between the two of them, also drinking.

Unlike two people who use cups, he will have bowls – big bowls. It is not a small bowl for ordinary people to eat, but a real big man, about twice the size of an ordinary bowl, and the wine is introduced into it, and the texture of the bottom can be seen.

The bowl is an ordinary bowl, and it is also an ordinary wine, but the three of them are drinking hotly, but the state of the three people is not the same.

One is drinking in a muffled voice and occasionally speaking, the other is intoxicated and admiring from time to time, and the last one is constantly talking, talking about the past, the present, and even some things in the future.

For a moment, Han Chuang thought that Ye Shengtian must have been a girl in his previous life, and only a girl would chatter so much and talk non-stop.

"Tell you, this Canglan City is Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon, although there is only one master of the Soul Melting Period in the entire Canglan Country, but in fact, which first-class family in Canglan Country does not have a Soul Melting Period martial artist, and there is more than one Soul Melting Period martial artist in the Imperial Palace. ”

At this point, Ye Shengtian suddenly lowered his voice and said mysteriously: "Do you know? The current king, Lu Boxian, and Lu Pingke, the king of Cang, are all masters of the soul melting period. ”

There was a click, and the glass fell to the ground.

Daddy Gu brushed away the wine splashed on his chest, pretending to be unhurried.

"Aren't these two people martial artists in the Contemplation Period?"

Ye Shengtian smiled and laughed.

"Your old man hasn't been to Canglan City for too long, and all you know is the old yellow calendar from the past. ”

"It seems like decades. Father Gu said unhurriedly.

In fact, not only has he not been to Canglan City for decades, but even the opportunity to get out of Mingxi Village is only a handful.

"Decades ago, Lu Boxian and Lu Ping were martial artists in the real contemplation period, and these decades have passed, and it is not surprising that there will be a breakthrough with the talent of the two. ”

"You know?" Daddy Gu's eyes narrowed into a narrow slit, and two obscure rays of light came out of it.

Ye Shengtian didn't know if he didn't see these two glances, or deliberately ignored them, but still said with a big grin: "This is not a rumor, but I saw it myself." ”

"See for yourself?"

Daddy Gu obviously didn't believe it.

Seeing Father Gu's expression, Ye Shengtian's heart was on fire, and he shouted loudly: "Old man Gu, don't believe it, about a few years ago, I was secretly sent back to Canglan City, and in the palace compound, I saw a competition between these two people. ”

He didn't think of anything, or because of his personality, at this point, he actually lowered his voice: "You really don't believe it, I didn't believe it before, but after witnessing the competition between the two, I knew that these two people are definitely masters of the soul melting period." ”

"What do you say?" It was Han Chuang who spoke, who was also a Soul Melting Stage martial artist, and he naturally knew that it was very easy for a Soul Melting Stage martial artist to conceal his cultivation, even in the martial arts competition, the Soul Fusion Stage martial artist might not be able to see the clues.

Ye Shengtian lowered his bow and said as if muttering to himself: "Soul Treasure, both of them showed their own fused soul treasures, King Cang Lu Ping's is a golden whip, and Lu Boxian's is a dragon pattern jade seal. ”

"What about the final result?" Han Chuang asked again.

It's not that he is not interested in the soul treasure of the two of them, but he understands that with Ye Shengtian's strength, he can't see any clues, and if he wants to understand the magic of the soul treasure, he can only experience it himself.

Ye Shengtian said: "Tie, the final result is a tie, and neither of the two can help anyone." ”

Han Chuang smiled and said, "It seems that these two are evenly matched. ”

Ye Shengtian shook his head, "Cultivating to be the king of the cangs is more powerful, but in terms of soul treasure, it seems that Lu Boxian is much more powerful, so he can maintain an undefeated and undefeated situation, that's it, I also think that if I continue to fight, Lu Boxian will fall behind." ”

Han Chuang didn't ask any more, just took a sip of wine to himself, and the spicy smell hit his taste buds, bringing a stinging sensation from his previous behavior.

After swallowing a sip of wine, the sudden dizziness made him almost can't help but vomit, but he didn't vomit after all, but swallowed it.

Father Gu glanced at him, sighed silently, and didn't say anything, at this moment, not saying anything is much better than saying anything.

The restless silence floated in the air, choking everyone's throats like smoke, and for a few minutes no one spoke, just drank, and drank incessantly.

Finally, Ye Shengtian couldn't bear the strange silence and said, "By the way, Han Chuang, why did you refuse King Cang's invitation today. ”

Han Chuang glanced at Father Gu and replied, "There's no why, I just think that King Cang is not good." He pondered for a long time, and seemed to utter these two words.

Ye Shengtian smiled and said, "Do you think he shouldn't poison me?"

Han Chuang frowned and said, "This is only one aspect. ”

"Then you don't like his unscrupulous way of doing things?"

Han Chuang was silent.

Ye Shengtian smiled: "Actually, there is nothing wrong with doing this. He waved his hand to stop Han Chuang, who wanted to argue, and continued: "What I said is mine, and there is really nothing wrong with him doing this. ”

"Although Lu Boxian and I are friends of life and death, there is one sentence that King Cang is more suitable to be this king than Lu Boxian. ”

"Courage?" Han Chuang highlighted these two words in his mouth.

Ye Shengtian thought for a while, nodded and said: "It can be said that the courage of King Cang is indeed above Lu Boxian, to be honest, I even doubted that the previous king would pass the position to his younger brother King Cang Lu Ping, but I didn't expect it to be given to Lu Boxian in the end." ”

"Isn't this normal?" Han Chuang sneered, "Even if Lu Boxian is no longer suitable, he is also his eldest son, and it is only natural for the eldest son to inherit the throne." ”

Ye Shengtian shook his head and said, "That's the family, this is the royal family." ”

"The royal family is a huge family. ”

When Ye Shengtian heard this, he was a little speechless, so he could only shake his head with a wry smile and said, "If you let people outside hear this, you will be in trouble." ”

Han Chuang laughed and said: "You have a good environment here, and it is not a place for Tibetans at a glance, and you Ye Shengtian has a strict mouth, I don't believe that you will leak it out at all." ”

"That's it. Ye Shengtian smiled, "Don't say anything else, my mouth is very strict." ”

After some compliments, the conversation seemed to come to an end, and the scene fell silent again. This time, it was Daddy Gu who ended the silence:

"Xiao Yezi, listening to you say this, how do you seem to favor King Cang's succession. ”

Ye Shengtian had no such thoughts. The smile on his face vanished and was replaced by solemnity.

Father Gu smiled and said, "But you have always admired King Cang, but you didn't say half a good word about Lu Boxian." ”

Ye Shengtian shook his head and said: "I'm just talking about things, King Cang is indeed suitable for Lu Boxian, but Lu Boxian is now the king, and nothing can be changed." ”

"But King Cang is trying to change. ”

"He's not going to make it. ”

A sneer appeared at the corner of Ye Shengtian's mouth.

"Lu Boxian may not be as good as King Cang in all aspects, but his birth has determined his orthodoxy, and with his orthodox identity, King Cang can't help him. ”

Han Chuang sneered, "He can usurp the throne, just like he is doing now." ”

Ye Shengtian glanced at Han Chuang and said with a smile: "Do you think he can succeed?"

"Nothing is impossible. Han Chuang spread his hands, "Although I don't know much about him, I also know that most of the soldiers and horses of Canglan Country are in his hands, and with this kind of strength, even if he is the king himself, there is nothing he can do about him." ”

But he didn't stand on his own. "Ye Shengtian Dao.

"That's because he has bigger ambitions. Han Chuang smiled, "What he wants is not a part, but all." ”

Ye Shengtian didn't answer, just took a big sip of wine.

It was because of ambition that he could not succeed. He said.

Han Chuang smiled: "I don't understand. ”

Ye Shengtian said: "An ambitious person always wants to get more, even if he thinks he can get more, driven by greed, they will always forget to measure their ability at all times, maybe he saw it clearly before, but now——"

Han Chuang frowned and said, "Do you think King Cang has been lost?"

Ye Shengtian had a sneer on his face.

Maybe the topic that the three of them talked about was too heavy, or maybe Han Chuang was new to the city and really didn't have other topics to talk about, in short, there was an awkward atmosphere in the air.

I don't know how long it took, the sequelae of excessive alcohol intake came as promised, Han Chuang felt a little dizzy, he stood up and said to Ye Shengtian: "I'll go out for a walk." ”

Without waiting for Ye Shengtian to answer, he walked out.

Ye Shengtian looked at his back and shouted, "You are not familiar with the road!"

Han Chuang didn't look back, just waved his hand, and then the voice floated in: "Don't worry, who doesn't know your General Ye's mansion." ”

Ye Shengtian and Daddy Gu glanced at each other, and Gu saw the helplessness in each other's eyes.

Ye Shengtian said: "Is it really okay for him to go out like this?"

His worries were justified, after all, it was no one else that Han Chuang had offended, it was King Cang, one of the two giants of Canglan City, how powerful King Cang was, if you didn't come to it in person, you would never know.

Father Gu shook his head and said in a deep voice: "Don't worry, since he went out by himself, he said that he knew it in his heart and there would be no problem." ”

Ye Shengtian also put his mind at ease and said to Father Gu: "Old man Gu, I still have a thirty-year-old daughter red hidden in my house, do you want to try it." ”

"Yes, of course!" As soon as his daughter was mentioned red, Daddy Gu's eyes lit up.

"Why didn't you take it out just now?"

"Take it out and give it to that guy to drink?" Ye Shengtian said disdainfully: "You can see the appearance of his horn peony and know that he can't taste wine, in his mouth, there is no difference between secondary wine and good wine at all." ”

Father Gu nodded solemnly.

Han Chuang really doesn't know how to taste wine? In fact, on the contrary, he knows how to taste wine more than most people in this world, but he has drunk too much good wine and is a little numb to that taste.

However, Ye Shengtian is right, no matter whether it is good wine or spirits, it is the same in his heart.

Cold winds, high walls, lanterns.

The inhabitants of Canglan Country seem to be particularly fond of high walls, even if they are poor, as long as they have some spare money, they will build a high wall, as if they have a completely self-isolated space around themselves.

Of course, the inhabitants of Canglan Land love the high wall as much as they love the lantern. It's not a festival, but the streets are full of lanterns.

Large lanterns, small lanterns, orange lanterns, pink lanterns, in addition to the white lanterns used in funerals, Han Chuang saw all kinds of lanterns on the street.

But there is one lantern that stands out from the crowd.

It was a lantern with a twinkling orange light, hanging in front of a noodle stall, not in the shape of an ordinary lantern, but in the shape of a long strip.

Where the tree is, it's like the sign of a noodle restaurant.

The only regret is that there is no writing on the lantern, not half a word, even if the graffiti is not at all, and the owner continues to ignore it.

The owner of the noodle stall is a man.

Most food stalls are owned by men, and while women are better at cooking, it's up to the man to learn a cooking technique.

Men can cook as if they were killing someone, and repeat them day after day, year after year, with few mistakes.

The owner of most food stalls will be a middle-aged man, not tall, kind-looking, and able to speak.

But the owner of this noodle stall is a young man, tall, zombie-faced, and taciturn.

The reason why Han Chuang knew that he was silent was because he had been sitting here for a long time, but the master didn't make any moves, and he didn't even have the intention of greeting him.

His eyes were fixed on the pot, as if there was something in the pot that attracted him. But in fact, there was nothing in the pot except noodle soup.

The noodle soup is also very clear, and it can be seen that the business of the noodle stall is not good.

"Boss, what kind of noodles do you have here?" Han Chuang couldn't help but ask.

The young man was stunned, as if he had reacted, but he didn't show any enthusiasm, just stared at Han Chuang coldly.

"There is one on the table. ”

Han Chuang found a piece of paper on the table, a piece of paper full of stains, on which a line of words was written crookedly, Yangchun noodles.

There is no price, there are no other varieties, just three words of Yangchun noodles.

Yangchun noodles are not shocking noodles, just the most ordinary noodles, but they are not ordinary when they appear in the northwest Canglan country. For no other reason, Yangchun noodles are noodles in the Jiangnan area.

In this world where the circulation of materials is not very developed, it is also an extremely rare thing that the northwest region can eat noodles from the south of the Yangtze River.

Han Chuang smiled slightly and put down the note.

"Bring me a bowl of Yangchun noodles. ”

There was no response, the young man stood quietly like a lifeless sculpture, if it weren't for the clumsy movement of his hands, Han Chuang would probably think that he hadn't heard his voice just now.

Yangchun noodles are a kind of ordinary pasta, but ordinary noodles do not mean simple, when the young man brought the Yangchun noodles he made to Han Chuang, Han Chuang subconsciously frowned.

The face is wrong.

Yangchun noodles are noodle soup, and the soup should use round noodles as the main ingredient, but young people use flat noodles; the hot juice of Yangchun noodles should be crystal clear, but the soup in this bowl of noodles is extremely turbid, mixed with the sauce, and it is not uniform at first glance.

Green onions are not right either.

The green onions in Yangchun noodles should be fresh shallots, but the green onions in this bowl of noodles are actually green onions, and the green onions are not cut yet, and they are all broken and connected together.

The overall appearance of the noodles is obviously not up to par, which directly causes Han Chuang's appetite to be greatly reduced, but he has already ordered it, and he is ready to try it, after all, in this world, there are not a few delicacies that look embarrassing, maybe this bowl of noodles in front of him is one of them.

But as soon as the noodles were in his mouth, he frowned.

The face softened.

The taste of Yangchun noodles is smooth, but it does not mean that the noodles are soft, the most basic one of noodles is enough somersault and chewy, only chewy noodles are just good noodles, but this bowl of noodles may have been watered for too long, and it has been completely soft, and the taste is completely empty.

Han Chuang looked interested and pushed Yangchun noodles aside.

The young man's eyes were sharp, and he saw Han Chuang's movements at a glance.

"Bad taste?"

"Not good. Han Chuang said.

If the owner of the noodle stall was an old man, he would have said something nice to comfort the old man, but the owner was a young man, and if he blindly said good things, he would only condone it.

Han Chuang didn't mean to say good things, and bluntly pointed out all the shortcomings in this bowl of Yangchun noodles.

The young man's face was blue and white for a while, and his hands clenched into fists under him.

"How do you know?"

"What do I know?"

"How do you know that the real Yangchun noodles don't taste like this!"

Han Chuang rolled his eyes helplessly, and said secretly: "I can't be a neurotic who feels good about myself." ”

Neurosis is terrible because they are vexatious, and feel-good about themselves is even more terrible, because they are absolutely confident in addition to being vexatious.

An absolutely confident person is already annoying, not to mention that he is still a psychopath. Almost instantly, Han Chuang wanted to turn around and leave, but his sleeve was tightly pulled by the young man!

"If you don't make it clear today, you won't be allowed to leave!"

Fortunately, the street where Han Chuang went was remote and there were not many people, otherwise it would have attracted onlookers, but even if there were no onlookers, Han Chuang was not used to being dragged by a man's sleeve.

"Okay, okay, how much is this bowl of noodles, can't I pay?"

To be honest, he didn't plan to pay, because this bowl of Yangchun noodles didn't bring him any happy feeling, but made his mood worse, but at the moment he was in a hurry to get out, secretly thinking that this young man should be unhappy, so he would set up a stall to sell noodles, and he just felt that it was not a big deal to support it.

But unlike this young man, he shook his head stubbornly and said: "I don't want money, I just know, why is this side wrong, what is the real Yangchun noodles?"

Han Chuang looked at this young man in surprise, with a childish appearance and firm eyes.

Only then did he notice that the young man's palms were smooth, and he was by no means a teenager born in a poor family.

(What's the situation?Is this the rich second generation experiencing life?)

Han Chuang shook his head helplessly and said, "I'm sorry, I still have something." ”

"You are not allowed to go!"

The young man grasped it tighter, as if he felt the strength of Han Chuang's body increase, and his whole body turned towards Han Chuang.

Han Chuang shook his head helplessly and said, "I said, young man, what do you look like?"

The young man said: "You said that I am not sitting on real Yangchun noodles, so make a bowl of real Yangchun noodles now, right here, the materials are ready-made!"

(I'll go, what a madman!)

Han Chuang shook his head helplessly and said, "Young man, I'm just a diner, not a chef, if you ask me to make a bowl of Yangchun noodles, it's hard for a strong man." ”

The young man didn't speak, just tugged at Han Chuang's sleeve tightly, otherwise he would leave.

If it was normal, Han Chuang would have already brushed his sleeves away, but when he came into contact with the young man's eyes, he suddenly felt a kind of unbearability in his heart.

What kind of eyes are they?

There is no golden light of a warrior, nor the cunning of a wise reader, only stubbornness, the stubbornness that makes people's hearts move.

"Okay, I'll try. Han Chuang sighed and walked to the stove helplessly.

He has never formally studied cooking, but Yangchun noodles can still be made as a simple food, and his ex-girlfriend loves pasta the most, so he has learned a lot of pasta making, and this Yangchun noodles are one of them.

Start by making noodles.

The noodles used to be made before the teenager were flat, and the Yangchun noodles were best made with round noodles, so the original noodles could not be used. There is still a lot of flour on the stove.

A certain percentage of water plus flour is placed in a basin and mixed well.

Noodles are not a simple matter, in order to learn this craft, Han Chuang also deliberately squatted at the door of a senior pastry chef for a few days, and finally the other party took pity on him and taught him this craft.

The noodles used in Yangchun noodles can't be too hard, nor too soft, it's a kind of noodle dish that is the most tested school and noodle kung fu, but this process is no stranger to Han Chuang, plus he is no longer the powerless college student he used to be, but a martial artist.

The control of the body is naturally not comparable to before, so the process of mixing the dough was completed smoothly.

The young man stood aside and watched, sometimes making a sudden realization, sometimes frowning, but it reminded Han Chuang of the appearance of his own study back then, and his heart softened, so he explained: "All pastries start with noodles, don't look at noodles as simple, but it is the most basic part of noodles, if this step is not at home, the taste and texture of the noodles will be lacking." ”

These were the words that the chef had spoken to him, and now he had told the young man what he had said.

After the dough is finished, the next step is to make the dough.

Although it is not a ramen from northern Shaanxi, the production of this round noodle also needs to be pulled, but it does not simply rely on pulling, the noodles are pulled into slender strips, and then cut with a knife.

This is also very important.

It is necessary to ensure that the thickness of the noodles is uniform, if the thickness is uneven, the taste will be different, Han Chuang explained to the young man while making the noodles, looking at the young man's nodding appearance, there was a sense of accomplishment in his heart.

(Is this what it's like to be a teacher?)

Unlike the last time he taught Dashan martial arts, although Han Chuang had the cultivation of the Soul Melting Period, he couldn't afford to be a martial arts master, but in terms of cooking skills, especially in the white case, he had this kind of capital.

Obviously, in the teachings, he also acquired something called self-confidence.

The noodles were quickly ready, and the young man found that they were indeed different from his own, and two red clouds appeared on Junxiu's face.

"What about the back?" he began.

Han Chuang finally heard his normal voice, just like he imagined, a voice full of youth.

"After that, it's all about it. Han Chuang said with a smile.

Then he knocked an egg into a bowl, beat it with chopsticks, took a small wok, put it on the fire, and poured some oil.

Originally, it was better to use peanut oil, but there is no such thing as peanuts in the Shenzhou Continent, so ordinary oil is used instead.

After that, pour the egg mixture into it, spread it into an egg skin, take it out and cut it into thin strips. Wash the garlic sprouts and cut them into small pieces.

"It's the ingredient. Han Chuang said with a smile.

Then bring the water to a boil in a pot, cook the egg noodles, remove them and put them in a bowl, sprinkle with shredded egg skin and garlic sprouts.

Finally, pour the stock into a wok and bring to a boil, skim off the foam and add the seasonings.

After a series of uncomplicated operations, a bowl of Yangchun noodles was completed, Han Chuang put the noodles on the table, and said to the young man, "Try it." ”

The young man glanced at Han Chuang, looking a little hesitant.

Han Chuang encouraged: "Although I haven't done it for a long time, I think it's not so unpalatable, and I can still taste it." ”

I don't know if Han Chuang's encouragement played a role, or if the appearance of this bowl of Yangchun noodles was really tempting, the young man finally took a bite of his chopsticks.

When he tasted this mouthful, his eyes immediately turned sideways, and the speed of his hand became faster and faster. Han Chuang noticed that when he ate the noodles, his eyes were full of tears, and then the tears rolled down and were swallowed together with the noodles.

The young man seemed to be unconscious.

Soon, a bowl of noodles bottomed out, and the young man looked up at Han Chuang, and after a long time, he finally spit out two words: "Thank you." ”

Han Chuang shook his head helplessly and said, "It's just a bowl of noodles, thank you for what." He was ready to speak, but was stopped by the young man.

"Wait!"

"What else are you doing?" Han Chuang asked suspiciously, he had already made up his mind, if the young man wanted a bowl, he would leave immediately.

The time to come out has been continuous, if it is longer, Ye Shengtian and the others will also be worried.

I saw that the young man wiped his mouth, and suddenly said in a very serious tone: "Master, take me as an apprentice." ”

(Wouldn't you know who I am?) ）

Later, Han Chuang learned that this young man's name was Niu Jin, and worshipping him as a teacher was not to learn martial arts, but to learn the craftsmanship of making Yangchun noodles, as for why he wanted to learn, he didn't say, and Han Chuang didn't ask, everyone has their own secrets, and everyone is the same.

In the next week, Han Chuang stayed in Ye Shengtian's general's mansion and rarely went out, and even when he did, he only went to Niu Jin's noodle stall to teach him the craft of making Yangchun noodles.

It has to be said that some people are born with extraordinary talents in some aspects, while some are not talented in these aspects, and there is no doubt that Niu Jin belongs to the latter category.

A simple dish of Yangchun noodles, he studied for several days in a row, but still had no gains, which couldn't help but make Han Chuang feel a headache, and even doubt himself.

"Is it because I taught the wrong way? "He always talks to himself.

This matter made Ye Shengtian know, and he was nervous for a while, because this Niu Jin was actually the illegitimate son of Niu Da who succeeded him, although he was not well-known in the world, but most of the people in the high-level of Canglan Country knew about it.

Han Chuang didn't understand why a general's son would set up a simple noodle stall on the street in the middle of the night, so he asked Ye Shengtian why, Ye Shengtian just said: His mother is from Jiangnan.

In a word, Han Chuang has some eyebrows, but he doesn't plan to delve into it, there are some things that everyone knows in their hearts, if they dig deeper, it will not be beautiful.

Drinking every day, waiting, and doing nothing, Han Chuang felt that he might be the most leisurely soul melting stage martial artist in the world, of course, he was also willing to live this leisurely life, at least for Ye Shengtian and Gu Laopa, the days of a big banquet in seven days and a small banquet in three days were much easier, and even Gu Xi'er secretly laughed at the two busy guys.

"I don't know what they're busy with!" says Xi'er.

Whenever this happened, Han Chuang couldn't help but laugh and said, "Who asked Uncle Ye to tell Uncle Ye about Daddy Gu's return to Canglan City." Those princes and nobles can say that they are not afraid of anything, but they are afraid of death, and your grandfather is just one of the few people who can save their lives at a critical moment, can they not stutter?"

That's right, everyone is afraid of death, so everyone will stammer Gu Dad, but Han Chuang, a martial artist in the soul melting period, has become uncared for, of course, it is not completely uncared for, at least in the dead of night, Han Chuang can catch a few black-clothed people from the general's mansion.

In accordance with international practice, the point is stunned and thrown out of the wall.

He knew who it was, he had already collected a number of waist cards for the dark guards of the Cangwang Mansion, according to Gu Xi'er's words: You can take them out for auction, this is a full set of waist cards of the dark guards.

Of course, Han Chuang didn't plan to do this, but at a certain time, he personally infiltrated the Cangwang Mansion, put these waist cards into the jewelry box of Princess Cangwang, and then-

Then no one bothered him, and his leisurely life went on until—until one day, a woman came to the door.

A very special woman, this is Han Chuang's first impression of her.

"You are Han Chuang who turned the tide of demon beasts?"

"Not bad. ”

"Come with me, someone wants to see you. ”

"Not available. ”

"If you want to find your woman, follow me. ”

In a word, it hit Han Chuang's death hole. As long as it is about Nie Qingqing, even if Han Chuang is in the tiger's den of Longtan, he is ready to break through. In fact, the place he went to was the real Longtan-the Imperial Palace, and it was also the core of the Forbidden Palace in the Imperial Palace, and the most important Qinghe Hall in the Forbidden Palace.

In layman's terms, the study of the king of Canglan Kingdom.

Only those who are familiar with it will be led to the other party's study, Han Chuanghe knows very well that he and Lu Boxian are not familiar, the only reason why he was brought here is that Lu Boxian wants others to think that they are very familiar with each other.

Thinking of this, Han Chuang couldn't help frowning and glanced around at Qinghe Palace.

To be honest, it's so huge for a study that it's a huge library. Divided by the middle line, the left hand side is the bookshelf, the right hand side is Lu Boxian's usual office position, and there is a throne behind the platform, which is Lu Boxian's seat.

At this moment, the seat was empty, but Han Chuang knew that this person would appear soon, perhaps, just a few minutes later.

Sure enough, a few minutes later, Lu Boxian's voice came: "How about my study? As long as there are books in Canglan Country, you can find them here." ”

Han Chuang turned around and saw a dignified-looking middle-aged man standing behind him. He is extremely handsome, so to speak, handsome, and his face is like a work of art made by God, without any flaws.

His hair was pitch-black, his skin was smooth, a beautiful wheat color, and he had two stiff beards around his lips. He has broad shoulders, more than 1.9 meters on his body, and wears a casual dress casually.

You don't need to ask to know that he is Lu Boxian, and he is also the current king of Canglan Kingdom, to Han Chuang's surprise, he is not wearing a dragon robe, just an ordinary and low-key black brocade robe, which gives people an approachable feeling, but in the next moment, this feeling is gone.

He crossed Han Chuang's body and sat on the dragon throne, staring at Han Chuang majestically, as if reminding Han Chuang that he was the king of Canglan Kingdom, even if he was not wearing a dragon robe, he was still the king of Canglan Kingdom.

"Mr. Han, I have admired the name for a long time. His voice was not as loud as he had imagined, but hoarse and deep, but it did not detract from his charm, but rather added a mystical tinge to it.

Han Chuang smiled, which was regarded as a response.

Lu Boxian's eyes slowly rose, and when his gaze fell on Han Chuang, he seemed to smile slightly.

"Mr. Han is finally willing to come to see me, and I have been waiting for you to take the initiative to come. ”

Han Chuang smiled and said, "Han Chuang is just a grass people, how can he be so concerned about the king." ”

Lu Boxian narrowed his eyes, and two golden rays of light shot out from the narrow gap.

"Mr. Han is not a commoner, according to the laws of our country, as long as he is a master of the Soul Melting Period, he can get the title of earl. ”

Don't underestimate the title of an earl, it's not high, but this is just the beginning, in the Canglan Kingdom, only those courtiers who have contributed to the founding of the country can be crowned the prince, and the courtiers after that, no matter how great the merit is, have not been crowned the prince, at most they are only marquises, and this earl is under the marquis, which is a very high honor.

"Then thank you, King Long. ”

Han Chuang smiled slightly, quite a bit of a celebrity who regarded fame and fortune as dung. He didn't know that Lu Boxian was suspicious at this moment.

(Is this Han Chuang really a master of the Soul Melting Period?Why can't I feel the momentum of a master of the Soul Melting Stage on his body, is his strength already surpassing mine?No, it is absolutely impossible.) ）

Lu Boxian is a martial artist in the middle stage of soul melting, and naturally knows that breaking through the soul melting period requires life force and time precipitation, and these two elements are contradictory, so martial artists who break through the soul melting period are so rare.

And it is even rarer to break through the soul melting period at such a young age as Han Chuang, and even in Lu Boxian's memory, there is no one.

The youngest of the masters who broke through the Soul Melting Period in his memory was a hundred years ago, a Taoist who called himself a sword maniac, and since then, no one has been able to break through before the age of thirty-five.

And how old is Han Chuang, twenty-five, or twenty?

Han Chuang's immature appearance told Lu Boxian that he could never be more than twenty-five years old, but his mature demeanor was like a martial artist over thirty years old.

Such a contradiction appeared in a person, and Lu Boxian had to sigh that he was a genius, of course, he would not put it into his mouth.

There was an eerie silence, and for a few minutes the two men just looked at each other, neither of them spoke.

Finally, Han Chuang spoke, without any greetings, and went straight in: "King, you should know that I am looking for a girl, if there is any news of that girl, please let me know one or two." ”

Lu Boxian smiled, the previous silence was just a strategy, he was waiting for Han Chuang's attitude, wanting to see that "person", such a position in Han Chuang's heart.

The result was very satisfying, and he could see that the status of that "person" in Han Chuang's heart was very high, high enough that he could use it.

He couldn't help but think of Concubine Xu's previous words: Everyone has their own weaknesses, and this Han Chuang's weakness is the person he is looking for.

Lu Boxian groaned and said, "Mr. Han, there is no free lunch in this world, in order to get this news, the intelligence department of my Canglan Kingdom can lose a lot. ”

Han Chuang frowned, he was too anxious in his heart to let the other party see the flaw, but he didn't regret it, because he understood that this flaw was irreparable and would be seen sooner or later.

"Ming people don't say dark words, what the king wants. ”

Lu Boxian smiled and said, "I like to talk to smart people. His eyes were staring at Han Chuang, as if he was going to pierce him: "I want you." ”

The king laughed. ”

"I'm not joking, I want you. ”

Han Chuang stared at Lu Boxian, a sneer on the corner of his mouth.

"Do you think it's possible?"

"Nothing is impossible. ”

Lu Boxian's toughness caught Han Chuang unexpectedly, he tried to see a trace of wavering in those eyes, but in the end, he only saw firmness, firmness from beginning to end.

"I need to know about her first. ”

Lu Boxian smiled, laughing sarcastically and coldly.

"There will never be a free lunch in this world, Mr. Han, you are a master of the Soul Melting Period, you should know better than me how powerful this kind of master is. ”

Han Chuang frowned and said, "Then what do you want?"

"Become the enshrinement of the Canglan Kingdom for a year, and after a year, I will tell you the news about that person. ”

"A year?" Han Chuang frowned, "A year is too long." ”

For dealing with separated lovers, not to mention a year, even a day is a long time, if it is possible, Han Chuang is willing to go to Nie Qingqing's side now, of course, he understands that this is impossible.

The man in front of him won't let him get what he wants.

Han Chuang sneered: "I can choose to cooperate with King Cang, I believe he will propose better conditions." ”

"Please. Lu Boxian sneered, "To tell you something, the secret guards under King Canglan only have an intelligence network in Canglan, and only I have an intelligence network outside Canglan, and the person you are looking for is not in Canglan Country." ”

Han Chuang stopped, turned around and looked at Lu Boxian coldly.

"Is she safe?"

"Absolutely safe. ”

"I'm talking about a year later. ”

"Rest assured, I can guarantee that even after a year, she will be absolutely safe. ”