The patience of this group of people around them is surprisingly good.

I have been following for a hundred or two hundred miles, and I continue to fall behind, which means that I will continue to follow.

At first, it was okay, but then Chen Yiyi got angry, feeling that it was a trouble to have a group of people following, and it was uncomfortable to look at.

So the two of them also sped up their pace, and when they hurried with all their might, there were really few people behind them who could keep up.

...

On this day, the world turns gray and white;

In an instant, cold light raindrops began to fall, and soon the sound of raindrops falling on every tile and tile was heard.

This is not Chang'an, and there is still a little chill in the spring, especially when it rains.

Luo Jiuyi was a little cold, so she wrapped herself in a thick futon, but she still opened the window to watch the rain, and let the cold wind pour into the house.

Since the Black Snow Valley was broken, she has been hunted down and killed all day long, and finally there are only a few days of clean days, and the whole person is like being isolated from the world.

In fact, she really doesn't have any news from the outside world, but she is not too worried, the practice is Buddhism, although she is not a Buddhist person, but there are some Buddhist masters who have the peace of mind.

As the so-called Mount Tai collapsed in front of it and did not change.

And she is also very confident in her brothers, and the person who can become the master of her Holy Gate is naturally not a fool with brute strength.

Thinking of this, she thought of Ye Sheng again.

The beautiful boy who always likes to wear purple clothes and live in the purple bamboo forest.

Then she thought of Li Wenshuo, who she hadn't seen for more than a year, and couldn't help but feel a little irritable, and even the operation with internal force was a little faster.

The rooms in the Drunken Immortal Pavilion are very simple, but they are also very elegant, revealing a calming silence everywhere.

Especially in the past few days, the Drunken Immortal Pavilion has not been opened, and there is not a single guest in the building.

That's not right, because there is one of her guests in the building.

This silence was broken by a knock on the door, Luo Jiuyi frowned slightly, but listening to what the person outside the door said, his frowning brows stretched again.

"Miss Luo, Mr. Cao invites you to dinner. ”

"Tell Mr. Cao, I'll be there soon. ”

Yang San left reluctantly, I don't know why, the other party was obviously just a girl about twenty years old, but it could make him feel so vigilant, giving him the same feeling as the black-robed young man he faced last time, and even the breath was the same.

His body was stunned for a moment, and his whole body suddenly shuddered, and great fear surged in his heart.

But after thinking about it carefully, the two should just have similar breaths, after all, one is a man and the other is a woman, how can it be the same?

Comforting himself like this, Yang San shook his head and went downstairs.

Since he decided to stay in this Drunken Immortal Pavilion, he has slowly become the only shopkeeper in the Drunken Immortal Pavilion, and he is extremely worried about this place where he has decided to stay for the rest of his life.

Whether it is the guests in the front hall or the kitchen in the back, he is very strict in management, and he is like a shopkeeper.

Mr. Cao wants to eat antique soup tonight, this way of eating is only popular in the north in recent years, although he is very reluctant to think that the woman will eat it too, but for Mr. Cao's food, he has never dared to be careless.

Antique soup is actually hot pot, this kind of thing is said to have been around for hundreds of years, and somehow it has been booming recently.

Luo Jiuyi has always attached great importance to eating, not only whether the meal itself is delicious or not, but also the environment in which he eats will have a great impact on his appetite.

At this moment, Luo Jiuyi and Mr. Cao were sitting opposite each other in a quaint attic, and Yang San was standing on the side waiting.

Between the two of them was a small special table, with a hole dug in the middle, and a red-hot charcoal fire was placed underneath, and on top was a small delicate iron pot, in which red oil was boiling.

The bright red spicy seeds are constantly tumbling with slices of meat and peppercorns that rise and fall from time to time, and it is difficult to control the feeling just by looking at it.

Even if there are two people here, they are both masters of the Xuantho realm.

Luo Jiuyi frowned slightly.

Mr. Cao noticed this detail, was a little puzzled, and asked, "What, the girl is not satisfied with this meal?"

Luo Jiuyi shook his head and said, "Can you eat it?"

Mr. Cao was silent.

Then Luo Jiuyi picked up the chopsticks, picked up a piece of meat that was as thin as a cicada's wings, and put it in the pot for a while, and put it in his mouth.

There was a look of satisfaction on his face.

She was very satisfied with the warmth of the fire, with the peppers in the pot, and with the extremely thin slices of meat.

If you can cut such a slice of meat, you will be a master of making knives at first glance, and you need to be a good cook.

Mr. Cao also began to move his chopsticks.

Eating hot pot requires patience because it takes a long time to eat enough just to eat vegetables.

Patience is a thing, the two of them naturally have no shortage of it, cut into palm-sized tripe and put it in the pot, with fresh green vegetables, tumbling up and down in the pot.

There was a slight noise outside the door, and the door was pushed open, and the two of them didn't care, still eating by themselves.

The two of them just stared at the meat in the pot and didn't speak.

Yang San retreated, he wanted to know, who had the courage to dare to break into the door here, could it be that those so-called masters in the palace had arrived?

That was a real nuisance, he thought, and he saw the man and woman downstairs who had just received their umbrellas.

Seeing Yang San, Li Wenshuo grinned and said, "It's really raining hard, Sanzi, do you have anything to eat?"

Li Wenshuo closed the door as he spoke, the rain was still falling outside, and there was not a single pedestrian on the muddy street.

Yang San also laughed when he saw Li Wenshuo, he also admired this lord tightly, not because the other party mixed the title of a marquis in the capital, but because the other party was willing to make friends with people like himself.

"What a coincidence that the two of you came, Mr. Cao is eating, put down the things first, and I'll go tell Mr. Cao. ”

"Oh, Lao Cao is also there. ”

Li Wenshuo has been to the Drunken Immortal Pavilion a few times, and he has heard the name of this sword and silver snake Mr. Cao many times, but he has never seen it, and he can't help but have some expectations in his heart, and said with a smile: "Then you go and report it, I have long heard Lao Huang say that Lao Cao's erhu is good, and I want to see it today." ”

Yang San was a little embarrassed, and he hadn't adapted to Li Wenshuo's attitude towards the master of Taixuanlou until now, but he didn't think there was anything strange, after all, the world's number one assassin on the martial arts list was Lao Huang in this mouth.

It sounds like an old servant's name.

Chen Yiyi shrunk her shoulders, although she had been to Nanjun once, she had never entered this Drunken Immortal Pavilion.

But in the past few days, I have heard a lot of things from Li Wenshuo, looking at the departing shopkeeper, thinking about Li Wenshuo's conversation with him, could it be that this is the assassin Yang San who has shown his Feng to be perfect?

And the Mr. Cao he said in his mouth should be the second-ranked assassin in the world, this kind of character, I saw it, do you still want to call Uncle Shi?

In the end, Chen Yiyi's heart is full of ups and downs, and he can't be as calm as Li Wenshuo, and he is familiar with this place as if he were his own home.

Yang San returned to the house and saw that the two were still moving their chopsticks, and couldn't help but admire the awe of the two for eating, and said, "Mr. Cao, Master Hou has arrived." ”

Mr. Cao nodded, continued to look at the piece of cut fat intestine on the chopsticks, and did not answer.

After a while, Yang San sighed in his heart, thinking that he should not be a good assassin, what kind of shop junior should he be, where is a character like Mr. Cao to serve well?

But now I was helpless, so I had to ask again: "Master Hou is raining, it's a little cold outside, the little one can ask if you can eat together?"

Mr. Cao put the piece of fat intestine into his mouth and chewed it in a big mouthful, his teeth were not very good, and the chewing was very laborious, so a piece of fat intestine chewed for a long time before swallowing it into his stomach.

Then he nodded, and Yang San was relieved and slowly withdrew.