Since Senior Brother Ding and his group went to Hanjuan Valley for a treasure knife, and Hanjuan Valley was not far from Huangrong City, Hong Chen suddenly became interested and wanted to go to Hanjuan Valley to investigate, what if this knife was the knife he was looking for? Although there are not many possibilities, it doesn't take much to make a trip.

Going south out of Huangrong City, Hong Chen rode on the snow, took the avenue and hurried to the southwest. In the evening, Hong Chen went to a private post station, where he drank horses and rested, and had dinner by the way. Most of the dishes in Huangzhou are spicy, Hong Chen was choked by the hot pot at noon, and now his lips and tongue are a little swollen, and if he wants to eat something light, he asked the kitchen to blanch some vegetables for himself.

When the big bowl was served, Hong Chen just picked up the chopsticks and glanced into the bowl, but was startled by the thick layer of chili oil poured on the green vegetables. There are basically not many people in the whole barren state who don't eat spicy, even if they blanch a green vegetable, they have to put a lot of spicy ingredients. Hong Chen didn't say that he didn't want any spicy food, and the kitchen subconsciously had to do it in the usual way, so he made such a fuss.

This bowl of green vegetables can't be eaten, so Hong Chen asked for another bowl of clear soup noodles. When he was waiting for the work, it was raining heavily, and Hong Chen remembered that the mountain near Huangrong City was called Bashan, so the rain at night now, wouldn't it be the night rain in Bashan? At the beginning, the master of Taoyuan taught a poem, which had a sentence "The return date of the gentleman is not due, and the night rain in Bashan rises in the autumn pool", Hong Chen was puzzled at the time, until he thinks about it today, and his heart suddenly adds a trace of loneliness.

When I was in Taoyuan, there was a master, a shopkeeper, a purple lady, and a fish seller who looked down all day long and didn't look up, and he would not be lonely every day. Even if I came out of Taoyuan later, it didn't take long to encounter a season tea. After separating from Ji Cha, even if his heart is often empty, in the end, there is still a Lei Feifeng by his side who brags and farts all day long, so that he is not bored.

But today, there is no one around him who knows him, and Hong Chen can't even find someone to say a word to. "Jun asked that the return date is not due, and the night rain in Bashan rises in the autumn pool. He cut the candles in the west window together, but when it rained at night in Bashan. Hong Chen waited for the face, reciting the poem softly in his mouth, and gradually remembered in his mind what it would be like to find Ji Cha in the future, return to Taoyuan in the future, and return to the White Fang Tribe in the future.

After waiting for a long time, the noodles were finally served. The post man said, "Guest officer, you've been waiting for a long time. Each pot in our kitchen has a thick layer of spicy bottom, and as soon as the water is put in, it will be spicy and oily. It took me a lot of effort to wash the pot thoroughly and ask the cook to make you this bowl of clear soup noodles. Hong Chen thanked him repeatedly, then picked up the bamboo chopsticks and lowered his head to eat noodles.

Xu is guy didn't really clean the pot, and maybe it was too spicy to eat at noon, and there is still an aftertaste in his mouth now, Hong Chen still feels a little spicy when he eats this bowl of clear soup noodles, and he is embarrassed to let the guy go to the kitchen to make a bowl again, so he has to eat slowly, only pick up one chopstick, put it in his mouth, bite it one by one, and then swallow it.

As soon as the noodles were halfway eaten, there was a noisy sound of horses' hooves outside, in addition to the sound of rain. Soon a group of people walked into the post station, Hong Chen looked up, and saw that the group of people was Senior Brother Ding and his party who had met in the Heroes Club hot pot restaurant during the day.

The man saw a group of guests coming, and hurriedly went over to entertain them. Senior Brother Ding said to him: "I want thirteen guest rooms, you go and feed our horses again, don't starve a horse!" The guy immediately nodded and said: "Everything is done for you! What do you want to eat at night?" Senior Brother Ding waved his hand: "Cut six catties of beef, stew eight chickens, and then have a big pot of dandan noodles, and you can look at the other cold dishes and side dishes, just enough for us to eat." "The guy immediately went to recruit it.

Although the group of people wore hats, they braved the heavy rain and hurried, their clothes were all half wet, and when it was time for the meal, they went to the guest room to change their clothes. When they walked to Hong Chen's side, one of them suddenly said, "Eh, isn't this the melon baby in the hot pot restaurant during the day?" The others also looked at this place, Senior Brother Ding frowned, and asked, "The kid from Qiangzhou, what are you doing in Hanjuan Valley?" Are you going to find that weirdo?"

"Weirdos?"

Hong Chen was stunned when he heard it. Before, I only knew that there was a treasure knife on the side of Hanjuan Valley, but how could a strange person emerge from this? He shook his head and said, "I just went to Hanjuan Valley to have a long experience. What are the swords you are talking about, the weirdos? Oh yes, I don't know who you heroes are?"

Senior Brother Ding looked Hong Chen up and down a few more times, and saw that it was a young man who was not very old, and his doubts gradually disappeared, and said, "It's okay to tell you." Lao Tzu's sect is the famous Qingcheng knife school, and Jia Tianxia, the sword king of Meishan, is Lao Tzu's master. Between the words, his face was full of pride.

Hong Chen hadn't heard of the Qingcheng Sword Sect, and he didn't know what the Meishan Sword King was, so he only hahad: "Oh, it turns out that they are the heroes of the Qingcheng Sword Sect, and they have been admired for a long time! I don't know if this Brother Ding's full name is ......"

"Humph!"

Senior Brother Ding ignored Hong Chen anymore and took the others to the guest room, and no one said a word to Hong Chen.

Hong Chen was used to the style of these people in the rivers and lakes, so he didn't take them to heart, and after eating the clear soup noodles, he went back to his bedroom to rest and sleep.

Hong Chen hadn't slept on a soft bed for a long time, but now he was lying down on the post station bed, comfortable and comfortable, and he didn't want to wash his face, so he blew out the light and prepared to sleep. I don't know that the sound insulation of the walls of this post station is not good, and Hong Chen's own ear power is stronger than that of ordinary people, so when he closes his eyes, he can hear the sound of the people next door talking.

There were two disciples of the Qingcheng Sword Sect living next door, Hong Chen listened to a few words, and probably knew that one of the two was surnamed Ji, who was a senior brother, and the other was a senior brother.

Senior Brother Ji said: "Senior Brother Ding has become more and more irritable in the past two days, so that we don't dare to talk to him, I don't know that that sentence will anger him and provoke a scolding." I didn't say a few words in this mouth for a whole day, which is really embarrassing. ”

Senior Brother Hu said: "He lost his master's treasure knife, if he can't find it, he will definitely be severely punished, and he may even be expelled from the master's door, can he not panic?"

Senior Brother Ji said again: "Senior Brother Hu, you have a lot of knowledge when you walk outside, what kind of sect do you say that weird man's martial arts may come from? ”

Senior Brother Hu said: "That person is so weird, I have never seen such a strange person, let alone see which sect he is, I can't even tell if he is a human or a ghost - you can see him, but you can't touch him, it's like a ghost!"

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