Xiao Sanzhu said, but the wind really rose, carrying some wind and sand on the wide official road. Or maybe when he slapped his clothes, dust got into his eyes.

But whether the dust got into his eyes or not, only he should know.

Without revealing the slightest sadness, he changed to his original frivolous and casual tone and said, "Brother Mo, Miss Wu, I'm going to take you to eat hot pot!"

Cultivating to the realm of Wu Mu and Mo Wunian, most of the monks were not interested in what they wanted, but Wu Mu remembered his previous description of hot pot, and he was a little hungry unconsciously.

The three of them stopped walking, took off into the air and flew straight to the front of the official road.

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Luoshan Country is evergreen all year round, but because of the rainy weather all year round, the local temperature is low, and it is often a little chilly.

There is also a saying that "it rains for three days, and the cold bones are frozen for ten years", which means that this trace of cold invades people, and after a long time, people will get sick and can no longer stand the cold.

Therefore, the local people will have the custom of eating hot pot, thinking that it is to use the hot heat to get rid of the dampness and cold in the body!

In a random inn private room in Pingchuan County, Luoshan Kingdom, in the mandarin duck pot on the stove in the middle, two soups, one red and one white, had just boiled, and the spicy but not pungent taste came immediately. In the white soup on the left, a few slices of verdant rape are undulating, and a dozen peppercorns in the red soup on the right are sticking to the white hairy belly, rising and falling with the boiling soup.

Both tastefully and visually, it stimulates the taste buds.

"It looks good!" Wu Mu couldn't wait, picked up the hairy belly in the pot with chopsticks, and then dipped the prepared ingredients into his mouth.

"Yes, I said yes!" Xiao Sanzhu smiled, and then grabbed his chopsticks and picked up the contents of the pot.

Seeing that Mo Wunian hadn't moved his chopsticks yet, Wu Mu also picked up a piece of hairy belly and put it in his bowl, and then smiled at him.

He was stunned, but he didn't think much about it, picked up this hairy belly and put it into his mouth, and then said lightly: "I eat very quickly." ”。

"Really?" she glanced at him, then looked away from him, and ate to herself.

His words also reminded her of some past events, and when she went out to accompany him for the first time, she ordered a table of dishes at the inn, but the two of them rushed to eat it.

Thinking of this, she looked at him with a hint of ill will, and then the corners of her mouth hooked a little, and the action of picking up vegetables became unconsciously faster.

As if he was deliberately more serious, he didn't say anything, and Mo Wunian's action of picking up vegetables also sped up.

There were still a lot of ingredients ordered, and soon the tables were swept clean, and even the soup in the pot was boiled dry no less than five times.

Even Xiao Er, the shopkeeper who came up to add soup, looked at Mo Wunian and Wu Mu with strange eyes, in his opinion, these two extremely good-looking people obviously eat in a proper manner, and even extremely gentle, but the ingredients placed next to them will always disappear the fastest inexplicably.

On the contrary, Xiao Sanzhu, who was devouring each other, ate less than half of what one of them ate for a long time.

But strange is strange, he didn't ask much, anyway, these people are all gold owners, and the silver is pressed enough!

"Xiao Er, bring me a mandarin duck pot too!" At this moment, a burly old man with a white beard and hair also walked up.

His hair was casually draped, but it was not messy at all, and he was meticulously combed, which gave people the feeling of fairy wind and bones.

"Okay! Where do you want to sit?" The shopkeeper Xiao Er asked with a serious face.

"That's it. The old man casually pointed to a place.

"This ......" is just the place he pointed out also made Xiao Erzuo difficult, because the place he pointed to was the private room next to Mo Wunian, but there were already people in that private room.

Xiao Er patiently went to explain to him slowly, but after he threw down a gold ingot, he walked over there.

His cloudy eyes also looked normal, but after a slight glance, the people in the private room quickly got up and left, as if they had seen some kind of flood beast.

"I'm sorry...... People are old! All the bones are stiff. I just like a little more spacious place!" he smiled again, and gave some silver taels to the departing men, and his attitude was a little kind.

But in fact, from the moment he entered the inn, he was domineering, like a sharp sword out of the sheath, even if it was wrapped in cloth, it would eventually cut the cloth to show its edge.

It was clear that the place he was going into was not spacious at all, and even very narrow!

But those people were already stunned by his look, and took the silver and ran away.

Xiao Er was stunned, but then quickly cleaned up the private room, and then quickly served a pot of soup.

It's just that when he got into the soup pot, the old gentleman didn't speak again, and he didn't order the ingredients, but his eyes stared at the soup in the pot, and there seemed to be a lot of mystery in the boiling soup.

Xiao Er wanted to ask more, but seeing that his expression was serious, especially his eyes were full of soul-stirring gaze, he only lowered his head and stood beside him in a wooden manner.

After a long time, when the soup base in the pot was about to boil dry, he remembered to bring the teapot to add soup to the pot...... Maybe he couldn't feel comfortable in front of this old gentleman, so he added the red soup to the white soup with a trembling hand.

As a result, the original red and white soups were left with only one color.

"Look...... This soup is going to be red, red, white, and white! If they are all stirred into a pot, the taste will change with it! Go and change it for me!" the old gentleman seemed to be angry, and the folds of his face were pulled down.

was so frightened that Xiao Er stumbled back, spilled all the soup in the teapot, and then quickly got up and went to the old gentleman to get a new soup!

What happened in the private room next door, Mo Wunian didn't care at all, he looked up at the weather outside the window, the weather began to be dark and cool, and a cold wind blew in through the window, it was a good weather to eat hot pot.

It stands to reason that it is not surprising that this cold weather is a little chilly, but this inexplicable coldness makes the bones feel like a prickly pain.

As soon as he felt it, he felt that the chill was overflowing from the old gentleman in the arm room.

As if sensing his gaze, the old gentleman smiled slightly, and said absentmindedly: "Don't talk about this hot pot anymore...... Even some people don't know the difference between humans and demons!"

With his words, the temperature on the second floor suddenly dropped, and even if you gather around the steaming hot pot, you will feel very cold!

What kind of chill is this, it is clearly the killing intent that is about to materialize!

"You old man, but I don't know what you mean by that?" Xiao Sanzhu didn't think much about it, and said to him with a grin.

The old gentleman smiled politely and kindly, but he replied to the question: "Old man Qingtian Sword Gate Feng Pingxuan!".

He is Zhang Zhenren's junior brother, but he has been wandering around all the year round, and he doesn't care much about the development of the Qingtian Sword Sect.

But a few months ago, when he returned to the sect, he only saw a mess of ruins, and he used magic to see what had happened from the broken sword array of the Protector Sect "Ten Thousand Miles Returning to the Yuan Sword".

He didn't comment on his senior brother first, and besides, the demon was originally evil! It's just that after he learned about Mo Wunian's actions and remarks, he only felt ridiculous.

He added: "There are more than 100 ways to eat hot pot, and there are many corresponding truths in the world! But I can't figure out why Taoist friends have to take the most impassable road? Obviously, this is a road that has no way to go!"

"So what?"

"I'm going to have a good talk with you!"

Mo Wunian didn't want to say more...... I bothered to explain something to him, because these people have always only recognized one death.