Legend of Fu Yao Chapter 4: Joyful Journey

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The crimson rocket splits the night sky like a meteor shower, and the sizzling sound is directed towards the rooms of Meng Fuyao and Changsun Wuji. The fire ignited in an instant, and the room on the second floor burst into flames.

"Take it, do it!" Meng Fuyao jumped up, not afraid but excited, stomping his feet again and again, "It's unexpected, I really dare to do it!"

"What are you going to do?" The grandson Wuji did not move, as if he hadn't seen the fire above, he slowly peeled off a sweet potato, and ate it with Master Yuanbao, "It was not from Feng Jingrui. Hand, I bet with you, he must be'absent' tonight, and this group of arsonists must be the gang of green forest heroes who'revenge the murdered brothers in the gang'."

"I know that Feng Jingrui will completely push the attack on us to the Changtian Gang," Meng Fuyao grinned, "Anyway, now Xuanji is in chaos, Green Forest is colluding with the prince, and the prince is colluding with officials, Jingnei He was forced out of Beijing, and the people outside Beijing still looked at him-Feng Jingrui is hopeless for the throne anyway, why not make the situation more muddy? We are dead, wouldn't it be better for Dahan and Wuji to use Xuanji? Maybe? Feng Jingrui can still fish in troubled waters."

"So Feng Jingrui will kill you and I have no scruples. He doesn't need to be responsible to Xuanji." Changsun Wuji stuffed a peeled potato into her mouth, "Swinging."

"Um." Meng Fu shook his mouth and ate desperately.

"Do you plan to solve Feng Jingrui now?"

"No." Meng Fuyao said, "It's easy to kill him, and it's troublesome to recruit more people. It's in other people's land, it can't be so high-profile..."

Changsun Wuji was just thinking about how this person is so humble today, but he listened to her saying: "It's better to wait to turn the light into the dark all the way to the capital, and then circle the problematic people who have harmed us and kill us together."

...It really is the style of King Meng.

"So..." Grandson Wuji smiled, "It seems we are about to face the chase."

He downplayed the arduous and unpredictable future, Meng Fuyao didn't change his voice.

"Oh." She lifted her cheeks, thinking seriously about how to escape, "How should we escape? Shall we run away with three thousand people? That would not give Xuanji face."

"I think," Changsun Wuji smiled, "What Feng Jingrui said during the dinner tonight is the scenery of Red Terrace, Jingfeng sunset, Jinjiang Lishui, it sounds very good."

Meng Fuyao's eyes lit up and praised: "Ahhhh, I haven't traveled for a long time!"

She wiped her mouth, got up and looked up at the second floor, and listened to the roar of revenge from the outside, and said: "I want to fight another fight and then'missing'."

She stroked her sleeves, tied her hair, her eyes were bright: "Itchy hands!"

"Wait." Changsun Wuji suddenly grabbed her, took her hand, looked at her fingers carefully, and said, "Your nails are very easy to grow. Fix them first. Otherwise, they will be broken after a fight. Fingers." Meng Fuyao took the opportunity to sit down, took out a small golden scissors from the pocket of her clothes, and gently helped her manicure her nails.

At this moment, the fire was raging above, and there was noisy surroundings. The Foreign Minister Tian of the post house helped countless people with bows and knives to approach the encirclement with murderous aura. At the moment of crisis, the two of them actually cut their nails quietly by the fire above them.

Zhang Sun Wuji cut carefully, clinging to Meng Fuyao's fingertips, moving it one by one. From Meng Fuyao's perspective, he can see that his forehead is as smooth as jade, his thin lips are slightly pressed, his nose is like a jade peak, and his cheeks are Plated with gold and red by the fire, there is a kind of almost brilliant light, but the look is rare and focused. It seems that the fingers in the hand are cut neatly or not, than if anyone is going to besiege or even chase them. It's much more important.

It’s noisy on all sides, and it’s quiet here, except for the long breathing of two people and the pattering of scissors and nails, which are subtle but crisp. After listening for a long time, they feel that it is full of light and lively rhythms.

The beauty of time is at this moment.

Meng Fuyao sat in front of him, the embers of the fire on his side were slightly warm, and the aroma of roasted sweet potatoes had not dissipated. Master Yuan Bao slept between the two with a mountain high belly, and suddenly felt that the road ahead was untested and murderous. I felt rather warm and soft. It was like many, many years ago, or in my previous life, when I came back from the hospital with my mother. I met a roasted sweet potato stall on the side of the road. I bought one for a dollar. While eating and laughing at each other, they felt that they shared not only a piece of sweet sweet potato, but also the warmth of winter, the mood of sharing the joys and sorrows, and the tacit understanding of life.

Now after nineteen years, she is in another world, sharing roasted sweet potatoes with others again. Everything in the scene has been separated by the current characters, and there is something in common in that mood.

Small scissors "pap pap", do not rush or do it slowly... She is a little distracted, thinking that many years ago, her mother cut her nails when she was a child, and she did it when her mother got sick. Unexpectedly, many years later, in another world, there will be a noble man who has never been a slave, and quietly and tenderly cut her nails on such a shining night.

The person heard quietly and slowly: "Fuyao, I hope I can roast sweet potatoes with you every winter, and then cut off your long nails."

Meng Fuyao sighed silently, patted his hand, stood up and said: "I still think it's more realistic to fight with me now, go."

The two leaped up to the wall and looked down below. First they saw the pulsation of the fire. They were scattered by Feng Jingrui because the post house could not be accommodated. The three thousand guards who arranged to live in the city were rushing to the post house. Then they saw "Worry The local soldiers rushed out of the government office with extremely high efficiency and appeared on the roads of Sanqianqi rushing to the post house with torches. They seemed to be actively rescued in the same direction, but actually blocked the cavalry. The road, the small border town, the narrow streets, and the chaos of these people, the cavalry could not move forward.

Meng Fu shook his chest and sneered, and lowered his head to call the Tiecheng who came over, saying: "Go to contact Ji Yu, let them follow the old black wind riding method, break them into pieces, and disperse from Xuanji to the capital city of Tongcheng. , Met me there in early April."

Tiecheng led the way, Meng Fuyao looked at the impenetrable post, the cold light of ironware gleamed in the fire, and the shouts of "avenge my brother" were like waves. Sui sneered and said: "The green forest guy, even has military-made bows and crossbows? Collusion to this level, Xuanji country is in chaos, there is really nothing to deal with."

Changsun Wuji said: "The leader of the Changtian Gang, I heard that he was also a figure who was almost in the top ten, not mediocre, you have to be careful."

Meng Fu shook his head and saw a bald red-robed old man in the crowd at the main entrance of the post. His temples were high and his eyes were full of energy. He was commanding the attack on the post. He immediately became excited and raised his leg. Ran out.

As soon as she ran, it was a thick and straight line of black color, and instantly drew a whistling wind in the night, and the flames rising from all sides were forced back by the fierce qi all over her, and all with a scream Stopped on the wall of the main entrance of the post building, all the crossbows and arrows shot at her rubbed her skirt and shot crookedly, all nailed to the door, and the burnt main entrance was suddenly burned by this sudden force. Once nailed, the door panel crashed down, and the dust and sawdust splashed on several of the Changtian Gang's subordinates who were the most aggressive in attacking the goal.

The shocking momentum shocked the Changtian Gang who were shouting into the sky. Meng Fuyao was shocked. The people in front of Meng Fuyao retreated in front of the fire, and the blade was generally from among the Changtian Gang surrounded by blue clothes. Passing through, like a long black sword cut open the back of the blue giant snake, wherever it passed, blood was flying across the human body, and the screams quickly overwhelmed the shouts of revenge.

The direction that Meng Fuyao rushed towards was straight to the leader of the Changtian Gang. The old man couldn't help but shake his eyebrows when he saw the prestige. He withdrew his hand and waved, there was a sound in front of him, and the light of the knife flashed. , In an instant, eighteen long swords were set up, forming an indestructible array of swords.

The light of the knife is very sharp, and the eighteen bright arcs tremble rapidly in a strange rhythm in the 18-person formation. The snow is like a sword, and the reflected fire light becomes more dazzling. People on all sides can't bear it. I kept my sleeves up and covered my eyes, and I couldn't see anything for a moment.

The balding old man struck his sleeves with thick blood-red palms after the eighteen-knife formation. It was obvious that he was practicing poison palms. He sneered at Meng Fuyao, waiting for her to meet the piercing knife and close his eyes. Sha-this is a light array taught by a stranger, supplemented by his no trace of poison palm is even more extraordinary. There have been countless top masters across the world who have died under his trick. He believes that this is only eighteen years old. Women who have been among the top ten at their age are no exception.

Meng Fuyao suddenly twisted in midair.

She rushed so violently, no one felt that she could not overcome that violent inertia, but Meng Fuyao was so relaxed, swimming fish turned around in the water, lifted her foot and rushed up. Chang Tian helped the crowd kick over, the sword light suddenly brightened, "Ah" screamed that the man has been strung on the tip of the knife.

Everyone in the knife array was startled, and then they were well-trained and shaken, and the body was shaken off. However, Meng Fuyao never stopped, kicking dozens of feet in mid-air in an instant, and the long blue sky gang was caught by her. They kicked the ball like lightning, one after another, and they couldn’t escape, and they couldn’t hide. They pierced one by one on the knife formation, and the knife formation struck a bunch of blood grasshoppers before they could shake off, but Meng Fuyao Already flying up, stepping on the corpse on the tip of the knife, stepped on tiptoe, crossed the knife array and struck the long sky gang leader.

The old man snorted coldly, his **** palm that had been accumulated for a long time lit up, and shouted: "I will sit in your seat today!"

He had a full twelve cents of true power, and a majestic palm slashed out, and a fishy wind burst out within a few feet of him!

Meng Fuyao suddenly disappeared.

She turned over gently and cleverly, and turned over the head of the Changtian gang leader. The Changtian gang leader saw her missing in a blink of an eye, but she didn’t panic. She changed quickly and turned over with a palm, and the same might be fierce. , He has two palms of skill, completely equivalent, attacking and counterattack, generally flexible!

However, it was the moment when the backflip faced Meng Fuyao.

Suddenly he felt that there was a figure floating in front of him.

The feeling of seeing a silhouette from the corner of the eye is very strange and illusory. The other person doesn’t feel like a real existence at that moment, but it’s just a phantom created by the eyes of a fan of fire. In fact, there is a knife in front of him. When the formation was blocked, Meng Fuyao also turned behind him. At this time, there should be no one in front of him.

However, Xuanji Xuanji's veteran gang leader who has been fighting for decades still felt wrong, and immediately raised his palm and tried to meet him with the other hand.

Unfortunately, it was still so late.

Suddenly, a hand was gently handed up, and as soon as it was raised, it became empty and empty, and the wind flowing on all sides seemed to be suddenly viscous, and it blocked the **** palm that he burst out.

The offensive strategy of the Changtian gang leader froze.

Behind him, Meng Fu shook his head without looking back, and immediately punched his backhand!

The punch is like a piercing, breaking your heart!

"Bang--"

Among the noise on all sides, only the Lord Chang Tian heard the dull and desperate cracking sound, which sounded like a long sky collapsed and the earth collapsed, and all the flesh and blood and internal organs and consciousness were all shattered and buried in an instant. He heard it The blood all over the body is rushing suddenly, losing control due to the smashing of the internal organs and meridians, and happily flying in the body with unprecedented unrestrained strength. However, this is also the last almost carnival and extravagant joy of life, just like the last before the feast will disperse. A dance, then, darkness fell, and the sparks were extinguished.

He didn't even scream out, and before he could squirt a mouthful of blood, he fell down heavy and hopeless.

The last thought in my life is: Who is that... before?

The one in front is Changsun Wuji.

His Royal Highness, who is very lazy and doesn't like fighting, is lazily attached to King Meng's back, fluttering like a light fluff. When King Meng turned out, the lazy cotton floss was turned down, which happened to be very unkind. The pestle is in front of Changtian Gang.

They were all stuck in that position, and his elderly had no choice but to do something.

Originally, even if he relied on the sword formation, he might not be Meng Fuyao's opponent's Changtian gang leader. How could he withstand the shameless front and back flanking of two big-bellied masters, but it was the difference between dying and dying faster.

One trick!

The Lord of Changtian is dead!

In the eyes of the stunned Changtian Gang, they only saw Meng Fuyao rushing over fiercely. In the blink of an eye they kicked out dozens of people to join the sword line, but suddenly when they rushed to the old gang leader One turned upside down, and then another lavender shadow floated? Then Meng Fu shook a punch.

People died.

Zongheng Xuanji has never been defeated, and the old gang leader who nearly defeated the top ten years ago, died so easily?

There has always been nothing more prone to collapse than the destruction of an idol that is so high. The Changtian Gang stopped their hands for an instant, began to frighten and then retreated. Several deputy gang leaders and big bosses flew over, but also He didn't dare to approach, he looked at each other hesitatingly, and saw the opportunity in the eyes of the other party-the leader of the gang was dead, and there was a new round of power struggle immediately. It was important to preserve the strength of each person.

"Retreat!" After a long while, a deputy gang leader yelled, and Changtian Gang immediately began to withdraw the sword and retreat.

Meng Fuyao is anxious now. Damn, why did we “miss” after you retreated? Isn't it impossible to play this time? Seeing that the Changtian Gang not only did not avenge the gang leader, but began to retreat in an orderly manner, and the local soldiers not far away finally "arrived." Meng Fuyao was stunned for a while, suddenly waved his hands to chase out, and a fierce man plunged into the crowd: " Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhwhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh. Among the thousands of Changtian gang who had hurriedly retreated, they flew far and wide.

January 26th, 30th year of Xuanji, Prince Wuji and King Dahanmeng, at the Taiyuan County Posthouse on the border of Xuanji, were attacked by the Changtian Gang in revenge for killing a leader of the Changtian Gang. They were fighting. The Changtian gang leader was killed, and the prince and King Han were missing.

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Jinjiang produces Lishui, and its veins resemble transverse waves.

Xuanji Country Lishui is the largest river that traverses north and south, and it is also the mother river that nurtures countless Xuanji children. Lishui is as its name, clear and beautiful, with beautiful scenery, beautiful ladies and ladies, especially the Yufeng section of Jinjiang County It is even more famous in the world, where the mountains and rivers are exquisite, with "beautiful bun", "wangyue cliff", "yusunxiantai", "xiupinfeng" and other 18 scenic spots; , Su said: Xuanji first water.

It was an early spring morning, and a light mist appeared on the river surface. A light boat lightly rolled out from the cliffs on both sides of the river. The ship’s lady swayed skillfully, carrying a boat of light red glow through the mist. The delicate bow swept across the crystal clear water, and the sound of the boat swayed away in the quiet morning light.

"Hey—the ship’s lady." There was a crisp call from the shore. The ship’s lady heard her reputation, and she saw a girl in a light green shirt standing on the shore waving at her. She smiled, and her figure was more golden. Jiang's most beautiful Cliff Mochizuki was still light and pretty, and his eyes were so bright that it seemed to lighten the mist in the morning.

A slender man stood by her side, lightly clothed and slowly, half-hidden, smiling at the Linlin River with a hand-held smile, the wind swept his clothes, his eyes flowed slightly, and somehow he could see People breathe in confusion.

Chuan Niang stared at the man and woman in a daze. She didn't understand words such as a couple of biren, gods and goddesses, she just gave an intuitive compliment: "What a beautiful couple!"

The girl was not angry when she saw her in a daze, she smiled and patted a coin, and said: "We are going to cross the river, I will trouble you."

The ninety-nine percent of the silver pattern is 50 taels, worthy of the boat’s mother’s half-year ferry. The boat’s mother hurriedly picked it up with a smile, and got on the boat, but the girl said with a grin: "Get off the boat and give you Five two."

The ship’s lady was overjoyed, but the girl immediately smiled and said: "But there are conditions." She snapped her fingers and said quickly, "First, you are not allowed to watch more, second, you are not allowed to ask more, and the third is not to cook. Eat, every time you look at it, buckle one or two, and ask one more sentence, buckle two or two, if it’s not delicious, buckle three or two, until the buckle is finished, the deduction will count."

Chuan Niang hurriedly shut up, and she was relieved of her desire to strike up a few words with these beautiful characters. She stood on the boat silently, and heard the girl beckoning to a honest boy, "Tiecheng, please hurry up, I I didn’t say you can’t watch, why turn your eyes away."

She lay down on the boat board comfortably and without particular attention, occupying the originally small space on the boat. She was very intoxicated with the pillows in her hands and said: "Hey, these days, it's really cool."

Chuan Niang glanced at this strange and smart woman silently, and after a long while she said: "There is still a sentence you must ask."

The man smiled and said: "Don't listen to her, you say."

"Are the guests brothers and sisters or couples?"

"Brother and sister."

"Couple."

The two voices have different answers. After a long while, the girl sat up, kicked the man and said: "Just you talk a lot." Turning around and asking the boat lady, "Ask what is this, I really want to buckle money."

"Guests want to eat good food, brothers and sisters are the way to eat, husbands and wives are the way to eat." Chuanniang smiled crookedly, "If it is a brother and sister, then the slave family will cook for the guests, if it is a loving couple, After eighteen bends ahead, a guest from the capital of Wu’s Chuanshi recently came to cook a wonderful dish, but I heard that there are many rules, and I only cook three dishes a day. The loving couple taste it, if the two are not husband and wife, the slave will not bother to shake it over."

"Good food..." The girl drooled and turned her eyes dripping around. She looked at her with a tempted but a little resistance. Chuan Niang looked at her with a smile, then opened her eyes wide and saw her sleeves. Suddenly something seemed to be moving, and then quickly moved to her shoulders, a bulge on her shoulders, and then suddenly a small claw appeared from her neckline, grabbing her earlobe and pulling desperately, pulling and pulling and pulling...

Uh...what...’

Needless to ask, it is naturally the gluttonous and sleepy world's number one Yuanbao, his black belly and cunning, the world's number one master, and his master's highness, the fierce and shameless number one in the world.

Traveling three people is a rare leisure for three people and one mouse. Xuanji has beautiful scenery and skilled craftsmen from all walks of life. No matter the market construction supplies, the scenery is very worth seeing. People and mice wandered slowly, and they have only left Taiyuan County for a hundred miles.

Sitting there, Meng Fuyao was still struggling with the arduous ideological struggle for the name of husband and wife and the beauty of food. The eldest son Wuji had already said: "It was originally a husband and wife, but this child loves to have a small temper, so please shake it over with the boatman."

"Yes!"

Chuanniang's rod is a little bit, and the light boat swayed away leisurely. Meng Fuyao sat cross-legged and said with dark eyes: "I heard that we are very good at finding us?"

"That is." Changsun Wuji helped her close the loose cuffs, "Of course, we are acting on both sides, and Xuanji is anxious. Both sides sent important ministers to bring troops to town Tongcheng, waiting Find us out."

"How do you say that eleventh?"

"The bandits were not effective enough to be punished by himself, but he was not present that night, so the county magistrate was dismissed. He took guilt and made meritorious deeds and continued to be responsible for the suppression of the green forests in the north. It is said that he has killed several long-day leaders, and he does not know whether it is true or not. Even if it is true, 80% is to support the leader who has already taken refuge in him as the boss, right?"

"Since ancient times, the police and bandits are family members." Meng Fuyao exclaimed, "I love the underworld."

"Stolen a floating life for half a day." Changsun Wuji said: "Let's have fun at this time. When it comes to Tongcheng, 80% of it will be a mess."

"I'm not interested in their affairs, as long as they don't come to mess with me." Meng Fu shook his nose and suddenly said, "What smell?"

She sniffed carefully, and her eyes slowly brightened.

The ship’s lady turned her head and pointed to a big ship flying high in front of a red flag with the black lettering "Ship Food", and smiled: "Here, Wu’s ship, the largest one in Jinjiang, guest We happened to be in a hurry. It was during the meal that the chef in Beijing was 80% ready to cook."

Meng Fuyao said in amazement: "This is only the morning, how do you call the meal time?"

"This strange Beijing guest cooks vegetables in the middle of the morning every day, and before cooking, he must first listen to him talk about national affairs, what family affairs, state affairs and world affairs, and care about everything; cooking and cooking stew, Everyone has a share."

Meng Fuyao's "Ha" sounded, and he was intrigued, and said: "Such a wonderful person!" He jumped onto the strong, tall, and charmingly decorated Wu family boat, but saw the quiet on the deck. There was no one quietly, and no one came forward to greet him, but vaguely heard someone talking in the cabin, he followed the voice and touched it.

"...The latest rumors today..." The rustling of the paper turned the head, "...Prince Wuji and King Dahanmeng have disappeared in Taiyuan County...We Xuanji is indeed an eventful autumn now, and we are adding fuel to the fire. In fact, ruling the country is indistinguishable from cooking. The seasoning is not heavy, it is not light, it is not good when the fire is too big, and it is not good when it is small. Look at the rumbling formation of the Eleventh Prince and the suppression bandit... the fire is over... Speaking of fire, I asked the chef in the restaurant earlier to test the craftsmanship. You don’t need to make any big dishes. Scrambled eggs! Fried bean sprouts! The eggs are golden and tender. One egg needs to be fried into a large plate. The bean sprouts are fried, and the roots are colored and shaped. No change...raw? Duh! You can eat it, one bite, crunchy, oil, salt sauce, vinegar, green onion and wine, the taste is as complete as 18 kinds of taste... You can see the real skills in the home cooking... I didn’t have to eat one."

"...Also said that King Dahanmen..." The bench moved, "...How many people say that she is fierce and shameless, and has good luck. To this point? Let me say, it’s not that simple. It’s like sending sea cucumbers-Longshen plum blossom ginseng Adenophora. Before they were sent, they were dry wood-like things. They were inconspicuous, dry, and could not be cooked or fried. How to eat? To send! How to send? Will you? How about you? You? You? Hey! At any rate, it’s still a passenger on the boat, and the sea cucumbers won’t send it! Teach you a trick, the hot water is soaked, so cut out the inside That layer of rubber band must be peeled clean, otherwise it will not leak through, and then fill the pot with hot water, stuffy, pour it out all night, fat and round! King Dahan Meng looks strong and billowing today, and he must also pass hot water that day After being burned, the boiling water will not be hot, and the sea cucumber will not send!"

"...Speaking of being really restless recently... the Regent Xuanyuan also died a few days ago." Moved the stool, "Look at the days of Xuanyuan last year. The foreign courts, the palace officials, the Lili The outside and the outside have been turned up and down thoroughly, big...big...like setting up a table, the cold dishes start, the hot stir-frying keeps up, the soup and vegetables are pressed, and the snacks are comfortable! The cold dishes should be beautiful, beautiful and not tepid Quiet, dazzled by the variety of tricks, just eat it at will, just like those in the Xuanyuan Inner Palace; the hot stir-fried wants the thunderbolt to hit the face, the hot and delicious fragrance is on the chest, before you move the chopsticks Shocked, like King Dahanmeng’s killing of rabbits and the old case of Shangyuan manipulated by the prince of the grandson. Shocking! Soup and vegetables are overwhelmed, and it is a big bowl of real benefits. It is complete in water and land, just like a knife It's straightforward and simple, all the **** can't run away. Look at that night, the command messed up, the king of Xiping rebelled, how many people died in the palace of Xuanyuan? At the end, remember the last plate of fruit soup, snow-colored red plum, and banquet. *, that is, the burnt corpse that the Regent Xuanyuan last hung upstairs... If you don’t talk about food, you can’t eat it anymore."

"Today I started the conversation, let’s just say that King Han, the first to make trouble in the Promise Kingdom," flipped through the paper, "...At that time, the Promise Kingdom fought against Gaoluo on the two fronts, and King De thought it had an opportunity. As a result, I was taken by someone... Gao Luo country is close to the sea. I have been there for a year. People at the beach serve raw oyster meat. Have you ever eaten oysters? Have you? Hey, white, yellow, black, red, raw. ! A table entourage all said, "Rumao drink blood"! Head turned so far, I said that you don’t understand, seafood is absolutely not fried and steamed, it’s not fresh! That’s it, soy sauce vinegar, ground pepper powder, powdered pepper At the end of the day, you probably don’t know, oysters are cold, this thing is hot, cold and heat reconciling, invigorating blood and removing blood stasis... Oh, continue to talk about two-line combat, how can there be two-line combat? Who do you say about Changsun Wuji? Two-line combat? Poor King De has a big dream of Spring and Autumn, and I don’t know if people put a long line to catch big fish... Speaking of fish..."

Meng Fuyao smiled silently.

The grandson Wuji smiled silently.

What a **** of cook...

I'm still a man who eats in politics, looks at the situation like a torch, and turns to and fry in a pile of fried dishes, eggs and bean sprouts for a banquet.

Meng Fuyao has a deep understanding of politics, and the political manipulators of Meng Fuyao's family history and Changsun Wuji were handed over by him. He used food to compare the words in a simple way, but only on the river in this county, on a common fishing boat. To a group of ignorant barefoot fishermen and tourists from all over the world, they talked about the "political diet" that no one could understand.

Is the game world? Is it a funny jump ladder? Is it unintentional to vent? Or is it intentional?

Meng Fuyao opened his probe to the cabin. The slobbering guests in the humble cabin were fascinated by the smell of food rather than listening to national events. The upper table set up a stool, sitting tall The thin man, in a very ordinary Tsing Yi, was ticking with oily stains, half of a vegetable leaf was still on his neckline, his sleeves were rolled, and he was holding a few messy ink-stained papers. He was immersed in conversation.

Meng Fu applauded and strode in: "Good word, good word, good word!"

The man put down the paper, he was about thirty years old, a little pale, with clear eyes, and seemed to be a little nearsighted. He squinted at Meng Fuyao, and then at the follow-up grandson Wuji. The first sentence was: "Husband and wife ?"

Meng Fuyao smiled and said, "If not?"

"Then go out." The man waved unceremoniously, "Don't know my rules?"

"I know." Meng Fuyao lifted his robe and sat down, "Since I'm here, I naturally understand the rules."

The man looked at her for a long while, slowly climbed down the chair, then climbed down the table from the chair, and said, "That's it for today."

There is a boo of liberation from the pain below.

"The old rules, it's not the husband and wife to go out as early as possible." The man walked slowly towards the back kitchen, "Otherwise...you will spit it out if you eat mine."

Meng Fuyao was drinking tea, and the tea spurted out after a spray. Longsun Wuji smiled and patted her on the back. Meng Fuyao looked back with tears: "Why is this baby so messy in the wind..."

Fortunately, although this baby was messy in the wind, it was burnt on the outside and tender on the inside, but the dishes were really fragrant and unparalleled in the world. Sitting in the cabin, Meng Fuyao smelled the alluring aroma from the kitchen, and sighed fascinatingly:" It smells so good!"

A eater next to him said lazily: "That's just cooking the pot."

After a while, Meng Fuyao's eyes lit up: "It's alright!"

Another diners said idly: "It's just a seasoning."

After a while, Meng Fuyao climbed onto the chair, looked around, and hushed her together: "Be calm, the fish will get out of the pot!"

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Until Meng Fuyao was tortured by the delicacy and became uneasy and uneasy, thinking about whether to transfer three thousand guards to help the chef burn the fire, the curtain of the rear cabin was lifted, and the charming fisherman came up with a tray and gave it to everyone. The customer served the dishes, and said clearly and crisply: "The first course, mandarin duck."

Meng Fuyao curled his lips when he heard the name, cursing: "Sulky!"

The color and fragrance are really good, the fish is on the table, the long beak is wide, the flesh is crystal clear, the jade-like fish is covered with a light yellow fish skin, and the white jade plate is lined with yellow glaze, floating in the light creamy clear soup Inside, the color is light, but the aroma is so strong that it makes you feel like a wolf.

Meng Fuyao leaped forward, fiddled with the chopsticks, and stroked the chopsticks on the back of the fish's spine. The precision was not more than two halves: "Half and half!"

The fisher girl floated over and reminded with a smile: "Don't eat, please share."

Meng Fu shook his head and took a look. He was eating with his heads on all sides. Uh, I'm so intimidated. No wonder the request is a couple.

"This dish has two flavors, the head and tail are light and the middle is thick." The chef appeared at the door of the cabin holding a spatula, "It is necessary for the couple to sit opposite each other and eat. At first, each tastes flat, and then it gradually becomes better. When the tips of the chopsticks touch each other, the fish tastes best, which means that the husband and wife are not related to each other. Once they have the fate and different paths, they will share the suffering first, and then share the sweetness."

He glanced at Meng Fuyao obliquely: "Don't eat if you don't understand my rules. Nothing will ruin my gourmet mood."

Meng Fuyao grumbled: "Where are these so many stinky rules!"

The grandson Wuji had already dropped the plate. The two of them took one side each other and smiled: "This is a very good rule, very good, very good."

Meng Fuyao was helpless, and couldn't resist the temptation of food, so he had to bury his head and eat. As expected, the more delicious he went to the middle section, and the aftertaste was endless on the tip of his tongue. I really don’t know how this guy burned a fish like a Chinese painting. Dyed with a distinct taste. In the middle of the meal, the tips of their noses have almost reached the tips of their noses. Suddenly they "ding" and the tips of the chopsticks touched each other, and both felt that there was a foreign object under the chopsticks. Meng Fuyao picked it up, but it was a fish ball, crystal clear Snow white, pearls are also tender and attractive.

"Well, I have Shuangxi meatballs!" There was joy on all sides, and the chef above said: "Whoever caught it, whoever bites half of it to the other party."

Meng Fuyao burned with a bang, quit, and yelled as soon as he put his chopsticks aside: "You're stingy, can't take out two fish balls?"

"Fish balls?" The chef gave her a contemptuous look, folded his arms around his chest and looked at the sky without saying a word. Meng Fuyao stared at him and only felt that his teeth were itchy. A woman at the next table smiled: "Girl, you don't know. This is not an ordinary fish ball, it is a Qibao fish that swims from the Fufeng Inner Sea during the flood season above the Jinjiang River. Because of the long-term long-distance swim, this fish is the most suitable for making fish balls. But it is also because the distance is too far. None of them are very precious. It is already rare to have one per table. This one is worth a hundred taels of silver."

Meng Fu shook his nose and heard the chef above despise: "Tubaozi!"

Meng Tu Baozi had no choice but to push the fish **** out, swallowing and saying to the grandson Wuji: "You eat it."

She sacrificed like this, but her head was reluctant and yelled: "Divide food! Divide food! Are you fake husband and wife?"

"What about counterfeiting?" Meng Fu jumped up and rolled his sleeves, "What can you do to me?"

The chef did not answer, and proudly pointed to a sign in the hatch. Meng Fuyao only saw it. The sign said: "Impersonators, please strip naked and swim back to shore in public." "

"Ah...Why don't you remind me?" Meng Fuyao stabs Sun Wuji. The boat is in the middle of the water, and the river is wide. Swim back? It's terrible.

"It's okay." Changsun Wuji smiled, "I don't think I will be disadvantaged anyway." He picked up the fish **** and said, "What are you doing with him? If you eat it, it's over?" The fish ball bit down in half and fed it into Meng Fuyao's open mouth, ready to scold him.

Meng Fuyao: "..."

Changsun Wou-ki tasted, nodded, and drank tea: "Well, it tastes very good." Suddenly reached out and patted her on the back of the neck, and said pityingly: "You're choking?" Helped her, "Don't get excited."

Meng Fuyao's eyes are full of tears: "..."

When the second dish came up, Meng Fuyao struggled out of the dying realm. His eyes drifted away from his eyes, not looking at the grandson Wuji, and focused on the dishes. The name of the dish: "Peach Blossom Spring."

Sure enough, the famous dish is also beautiful, it is still clear soup, with light pink snail meat, it looks like peach blossoms falling in a clear stream, the fragrance is strong but not strong, and it is like the years of the pillow stone in the peach blossom source. long.

The chef said: "Starting from this dish, examine the relationship between your husband and wife. This is the famous peach blossom snail in Jinjiang Lishui. This thing is extremely testy of cooking skills. It is well done, delicious and incomparable. It’s hard to swallow, and it’s like the relationship between husband and wife, whether it’s a loving couple, or a life-long resentment. Now whether it’s a loving couple or a two-hearted resentment, let this snail tell me."

Meng Fuyao was thinking about testing the relationship and the connection between snail meat, but he heard the chef say: "Ask all the husbands, how many snails are your wife? How many snails?"

Meng Fuyao "banged" and burned again--what a tricky question! Who is so idle to count the number of snails and skips in his wife's hand? Not to mention whether the husband knew the skips in his wife's hands, it was herself, she had never thought of looking at snails so boringly.

Sure enough, more than half of the people couldn't answer. The chef was rude and ordered to pay for the meal. The ladies sat in the boat, and the husbands all stripped and rolled into the water, swimming hard in the bone-chilling water in early spring.

Meng Fuyao twitched his mouth, saw the women sitting in a boat but was happy, and said that the poor grandson Wuji, this time he is going to suffer a little sin, then he thought about it and his eyes flashed lustful light-ah, prince **** Ah, ah, ah, prince swimming naked, the world’s unparalleled first benefit, don’t pay to see someone’s beautiful figure for free...

The sound of the water puffed and puffed continuously. This question is so weird that almost no one can answer it. The fisherman's girl pursed her lips and smiled while looking at the grandson Wuji, her eyes slid over him, Meng Fuyao caught a glance and was suddenly furious— -Shameless! Waiting to see naked men!

The chef stood high on the throne of the table and chair, staring at the grandson Wuji, "You, huh?"

The grandson Wuji drank tea slowly, his long eyelashes drooping slightly, he was always calm and unconscious.

"If you can't guess, just walk ten steps out, and then step down." The chef waited for a while and saw that he didn't answer. He climbed down in disappointment, kicked and stepped in, lazily yawning. Said: "It seems that today's third channel does not need to be burned."

"Seven snails and three skips."

With a quiet voice and a leisurely look, when the grandson Wuji suddenly said this sentence, Shi Shiran held a cup of tea.

Meng Fuyao was shocked, and immediately raised her paws to compare them carefully. After a while, she put down her paws and continued to be dull.

Changsun Wou-ki glanced at her with a smile, suddenly attached to her ear, and said softly: "Don't talk about fingers, just ask me all the changes in the size of your shirt since I knew you, I probably know it too." /

"..."

"Bang--"

Fifteen minutes later, I finally realized that he seemed to have been watched by someone long ago, Meng Dawang, punched out viciously...

"The third dish!" The chef clapped his palms, ignoring that the "only well-loved couple who passed the test" were chasing and killing the smoke in the full cabin, and said loudly: "Exclusive to guests, please come In the lower cabin alone!"

He turned into the cabin first. Meng Fuyao and Changsun Wuji looked at each other and followed. The man turned around and stopped in front of a cabin door.

The location on the ship is narrow, the passage is deep, and the interior cabin where the door opens is gloomy. Something in the interior cabin faintly flashes, and a smell of fishy water rushes toward your face.

The man suddenly turned around and rushed over.