As a greedy person, Li Wenshuo has not drunk for more than a month.

He already has some foodie attributes, and his appetite is getting more and more serious, and his taste is becoming more and more tricky, just to suppress the alcohol addiction that comes up.

Haggis soup is a delicacy, there's no doubt about that.

The main materials are lamb tripe, sheep liver, sheep lung, sheep intestine and so on.

The authentic haggis soup should first boil the sheep in water, chop it, in the original soup, with ginger-based condiment powder, the soup is white, not turbid, and then put the sheep skull into the pot, and the cut haggis meat is poured into the bowl and the soup is hot and eaten.

But now the conditions do not allow it, Li Wenshuo is not a serious restaurant master, the sheep sprinkled a handful of green salt in the water, pulled two handfuls of wild onions and wild garlic, and threw them into the pot.

The sky was clearing, and the clouds on the treetops seemed to lift the veil that obscured the stars.

In the whining wind, mixed with the sound of the soup tumbling, in the milky white mixed soup, the hairy belly and minced meat continued to rise and fall, and after a while, the fragrance came to the nose.

It's a pity that there is no dipping water, and it would be best if there were red oil and spicy seeds.

Li Wenshuo complained in his heart, but he couldn't help it, and let out a sigh: "It's a good dish for wine in the pot." ”

snatched the bread sent by Li Haowen, kicked away this guy who wanted to eat and drink with bad intentions, and Li Wenshuo began to enjoy the food alone.

The night tonight is beautiful, the shadow of the moon is a little faint, but the stars are bright.

However, the big men in the barracks obviously have no interest in appreciation, and after they have eaten, they should be sad and sad, and they should be angry and still angry.

But there is another thing in common, they are very tired, tired lying in the tent and starting to fall asleep.

Li Wenshuo is also very tired, but it is mental, not **, after absorbing a little Yuehua, his body no longer feels tired.

Picking up the broken teeth, the blade of the sword became a little cloudy in the moonlight, he put away his sword and got up, pacing through the camp, and no one noticed him.

Although he didn't deliberately hide his breath, he still walked out of the gate like this, and in the entire military camp, only a few masters among tens of thousands of people noticed his movements, which was a little strange, but he didn't care very much.

Because Li Wenshuo himself doesn't care very much.

He stepped across the battlefield, carefully bypassing the enemy's flank, all the way north, and by this time his aura was truly hidden.

His steps became faster and faster, and soon, a black shadow was raised on the ground, and on the grassland, there was a fearless wind that took advantage of the night to continue to advance from south to north against the general trend.

It wasn't until there was an extra black wall in front of him that the general stopped.

The high walls of Daliang City are thick, and although the starlight is faintly bright, there are still large shadows under the city wall, and even if you lean down from the top of the city wall and look closely, you can't see anything.

Li Wenshuo stuck to the root of the city wall, motionless, his consciousness spread, and he felt the barbarian soldiers standing still above the city wall, just standing quietly, like a stone.

Midnight had passed, and the soldiers above their heads were drowsy and spirited.

Li Wenshuo was on tiptoe, his figure rose from the ground, his strength was not great, but he also rose five zhang high, and the castration was exhausted.

The figure was fluttering, flashing three times and two times, and then he came to the top of the city, passed the guards who squinted and nodded, and brought a breeze from the shop.

Li Wenshuo stood in the middle of the empty street, feeling the faint smell of blood, his expression was calm, and there was no surprise.

There were still mottled blood stains on the walls of the corners.

There are tents of all sizes set up in the city, but there are still many empty houses, Li Wenshuo was slightly stunned, thought for a while, and mocked in his heart: Since he is unwilling to change himself, why should he give up his life to occupy this territory that he does not need at all.

But that's fine.

Li Wenshuo walked into a room very indifferently, and when he arrived at the bedside, the room was dim, and he looked at the embroidered brocade on the bed, and he didn't know which lady's boudoir it was.

After thinking about it, he still didn't light the lamp rampantly, but he lifted the quilt and slept in it with peace of mind.

In normal times, he would definitely be regarded as a dirty and innocent prodigal son, but at this time, the owner of this room still doesn't know where he is, whether he is dead or alive.

Li Wenshuo secretly said sorry in his heart, his nose sniffed on the quilt, there was no rumored girl's fragrance, but there was a musty smell.

But he didn't care, sighing that the wooden bed was really much more comfortable than the tent.

Li Wenshuo fell asleep, and slept soundly in the enemy's camp.

The next morning, there was some commotion in the Beida camp, and Li Wenshuo, the pioneer of the Jianghu Righteous Camp, disappeared and could not be found anywhere.

However, in less than an hour, news came out of Wang Li's tent, saying that Li Wenshuo had gone out on a secret mission, so that everyone should not worry.

Hearing this, everyone also looked suddenly enlightened.

But in fact, although Wang Li knew that Li Wenshuo had gone out last night, he didn't know where he was going, but it was estimated that even this Liyang military god would not have thought that Li Wenshuo would be so bold as to break into Daliang City in such a bright and bright way.

Li Wenshuo got up very early today.

As soon as the sun was shining and the first rooster crows in the city, he opened his eyes, stretched, and then left the warm bed with the greatest perseverance.

When I arrived in the backyard, I washed my face with cold well water, and I instantly sobered up a lot.

Li Wenshuo returned to the lobby, carefully looked at the room in front of him, nodded with satisfaction, looked at the decoration in the room, and knew that this was a solid family.

At this time, the wooden door creaked and was pushed open, and Li Wenshuo was not surprised, because the person was discovered by Li Wenshuo as early as ten zhang away.

However, the other party was obviously surprised, wearing half a lambskin, a little black, and his face was covered with sweat, he stared at the young man from the Central Plains in front of him with wide eyes, and he froze for a moment, and subconsciously stretched out the scimitar on his waist.

At this time, Li Wenshuo's right index finger was already pressed on his chest.

Then he fell to the ground, completely silent.

Li Wenshuo dragged the other party to the backyard, threw it into the pyre, and then pushed the door out very calmly, dressed in white civilian clothes, without the slightest intention of concealment.

Although he looked extremely bold, in fact, he was extremely careful, walking on the street so unscrupulously, but almost avoiding all the barbarians in advance.

What surprised him slightly was that there were still a few Central Plains people living in the city, although there was some depression on the long street, and the shops were almost closed, but he could still feel the murmur from the houses on the street.

Obviously, this time, the rumored massacre did not take place.

After searching for a long time, he didn't find any soldiers in the city who were still resisting, and he didn't bother the frightened people, but he returned to the original street.

There were some riots in the streets.

There were dozens of barbarian warriors standing on it, and there was a corpse in the center, and his eyes were wide open, and there were no obvious scars.

The samurai at the head shouted, looking very angry, but Li Wenshuo was obviously in no mood to listen to his anger, and turned around and walked into an inn, obviously not as a guest.

The boss didn't know where he went, but through his thoughts, Li Wenshuo still easily found the cellar that was extremely tightly hidden, and after a little wind, he lit an oil lamp and walked in.

There was some choking in the cellar, and I looked around, and put two pickle lumps in my arms, and finally found two jars of good wine, and my heart was overjoyed.

After trying his best to lift the wine jar out, he stared at it for a long time, and finally Li Wenshuo sighed, put the wine back down, covered the lid, and put the water tank back in its original position.

That night, Li Wenshuo fell behind a pair of soldiers who had changed guards, re-ascended the city wall, and left Daliang City, with a slightly eager step.