At a small stream, red blood flowed downstream along the stream, and Dowling shook off the blood from his hand, collected the divided wild boar, and began to clean the barbecue tools, a large iron plate.

Han Zimo sat on a big bluestone in the distance, just now he watched Dowling pound pork, and he gave full affirmation to Dowling's method of dividing pork.

If you don't have some skills, you will never divide the meat into meat and bones, which shows that Dowling has a very good understanding of the joints and tendons of pigs, and the knife skills are superb to produce this effect.

After a while, Dao Lin walked back and took firewood from the bushes with his hands.

"Is it spicy or spicy?" Dowling asked.

"If there's enough meat, I'd like to try everything." Han Zimo said unceremoniously.

Dowling nodded indifferently, took out one spice after another from the storage ring, and then began to marinate the pork.

During this period, Dowling also mixed some barbecue sauce, and also lit a fire, the temperature of the iron plate slowly rose, poured oil, and Dowling picked up a piece of marinated pork and put it on the iron plate.

With the sound of stabbing and stabbing fried meat, a fragrance came out as soon as it sang, and Han Zimo subconsciously sniffled.

I have to say that this wild boar is much more fragrant than domestic pigs, and there is more oil, brush the sauce and turn it over, with the secret sauce smeared on the pork, the pork suddenly exudes a throat-stirring aroma.

Han Zimo, who was originally sitting on the big bluestone, suddenly couldn't sit still, in order to better experience the aroma of barbecue, he directly ran to Dao Lin and sat down.

After a while, the first piece of roast pork was ready, and Dowling sprinkled some crushed peanuts and some cumin, picked it up and put it on a plate and handed it to Han Zimo.

Han Zimo couldn't bear it anymore, so he took the plate and directly picked up the pork and ate it.

Dowling smiled and put another slice of raw meat on it, then took an onion from the ring, and the onion was split in half with a swing of the kitchen knife.

"Then this is eaten with Titian." Dowling handed over half of the onion.

Han Zimo took it and directly broke off a piece and stuffed it into his mouth, the aroma of the barbecue and the flavor of the onion immediately raised the taste to a higher level.

Dowling fried himself a piece of spicy food, and the homemade spicy sauce was spicy in his mouth, and his head was sweating.

"Make one for me too, you look good at it." Han Zimo stuffed the last bite of barbecue into his mouth, and saw Daolin's spicy barbecue.

Dowling nodded, and this time he took out four pieces of marinated raw meat in a row and put them on the iron plate.

A tempting stabbing sound sounded, and Han Zimo swallowed his saliva.

"You drank your wine last night, and today I will give you a taste of mine." Adhering to the principle that you can't eat in vain, Han Zimo took out a wine jug and two matching wine glasses.

Slowly poured a glass for Dowling and handed it to him.

Dowling sniffed it lightly, and found that this wine was no worse than the fine wine made by quitting drinking, and he felt refreshed when he smelled it.

"How? It's a good wine, isn't it? Han Zimo said with a smile.

Dowling nodded, took a shallow sip, this wine is very soft in the mouth, and there is a hint of sweetness, after swallowing, the throat is slightly spicy, but not strong, and it only feels warm when it enters the stomach.

As I breathed, the aftertaste was a touch of sweetness, and Dowling smashed his mouth and savored it.

"I made this wine myself, and I never drink it from outsiders on weekdays, but today I will give you my wine when I eat your delicious barbecue." Han Zimo said with a smile.

"Thank you, this wine is really good, and the wine I made with my friend must be better." Dowling praised.

"Your friend is also a winemaking wizard, and it's not easy to be the same age as you but be able to brew the taste of the year." Han Zimo remembered the drink he tasted last night and praised.

After a commercial blow to each other, the two began to concentrate on eating meat, and then Dowling let go, and the iron plate was no longer limited to pork, and the ribs and pig's trotters were also roasted by him.

"When I have time, I'd like to go to the Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon House you said and taste it to see if it's as delicious as you say." Han Zimo said after gnawing a piece of ribs clean.

"Welcome at any time, as long as the country is in the mountains and rivers." Dowling said with a smile.

"Then let's talk about it, as long as the country is there, I will go to you." Han Zimo said.

At night, the two tents stood next to each other not far apart, and tonight Dao Lin deliberately sealed the tent curtain, and he planned to practice for one night tonight and not sleep again.

In the dead of night, he could not hear anything other than Dowling's breathing, and suddenly, there was a slight sound of footsteps in the distance, very light and light, if it was not for the intent, he could not hear it at all.

Dowling's closed eyes snapped open, and he heard the footsteps coming from not the tent next door, but from their south.

Dowling's gaze was fixed on the curtain, and he resisted the urge to break through it, trying to restrain his breathing so that it sounded as usual.

The footsteps were getting closer and closer, and a shadow was reflected on the tent, and the shadow was very long, and it looked like a man.

As the shadow solidified, the man had already walked to the tent, almost a meter away from the curtain.

The Shadow's arm was raised and touched the curtain, and Dowling could clearly see that the corner of the curtain was sunken in, as if the curtain was sealed, and the shadow could not enter, and the shadow was about to leave after trying.

At this moment, Dowling moved, and a thunderclap sounded through the night sky, Dowling directly broke through the tent and rushed out, a man in black didn't seem to expect Dowling to make a sudden move, and for a while he had to fly out backwards with his feet on his feet.

The blue knife in Dowling's hand flashed, and a huge knife shadow slashed directly, the man slapped a palm with both hands, and directly smashed the knife, with the help of the knife, he flew out backwards again, and as soon as he stood on the ground, he clicked a few times, turned around and flew into the distance.

"Where to go!" A loud shout sounded, a piercing sword roar sounded, and a sword qi directly cut through the tent next door and slashed in the direction where the man left.

After the sword qi, Han Zimo, dressed as a scholar, rushed out, he stepped on the void, the long sword in his hand kept swinging, and the dazzling sword qi slashed forward.

That person might be able to block Dao Lin's attack, but in the face of Han Zimo's attack, he didn't dare to hold it up, and a few palm prints collided with the sword qi, and for a while, the dark night was brightened by the collision of true qi.

"I've been following Han for many days, what are you trying to do!" Han Zimo snorted coldly and rushed towards the man.

Dao Lin was stunned for a moment, and only then did he understand that the person was here for Han Zimo, which was why he stood by his bed and stared at himself but did not kill himself.

"Old Han, I'm here to help you!" Dowling shouted, and directly cast a thunderbolt to chase after him.