Panic For 10000 Years

The bright moon is bright and clear, and its brilliance is flowing on the earth like water.

The night is melting, and the dark sky is covered with twinkling stars.

da da da ……

A fast horse runs in this beautiful night.

The youngster riding a horse is nearly 1.9 meters tall, with broad shoulders and a burly body.

The soft moonlight shone on his face, revealing a resolute face, with a calm expression in his eyes.

This youngster is none other than Dian Wei who left Cold Incense Valley and returned to Dark Tree Town!

Climbed over Hengduan Mountain and past Maojiazhai, the road was unimpeded.

In a blink of an eye, Blade Sword Town arrived.

"Blade Sword Town..."

Dian Wei looked up at the huge town.

It was late at night, Blade Sword Town was quiet, no sound of iron strikes were heard, most of the streets were dark, and only a few places with pale lanterns hung up and down in the night breeze.

"Would you like to stay overnight?"

Dian Wei plans to buy some mutant beast meat to go back.

After all, after he returned to Dark Tree Town, the next major cultivation Mountain Shifting Art. Without mutant beast meat nourishment is not enough.

However, there is no night market in Blade Sword Town. The shops have been closed for a long time, so I can only wait for tomorrow.

Dian Wei wondered:

If he returns directly to Dark Tree Town, he will probably have to come back tomorrow. It’s better to stay in Blade Sword Town for one night and make good purchases tomorrow. It’s not too late to go back after the mutant beast.

Mind here.

Dian Wei started to slow down and enter Blade Sword Town at a constant speed, marching on the street at a moderate pace.

"I remember that there was an Inn on the east street." Dian Wei searched as he walked.

Not long after, he heard a loud noise.

I saw that three robust men came out of a blacksmith shop on the side of the street.

Two of them are strong, with red-bronze complexion. At first glance, they are blacksmiths who accompany flames all the year round.

The other person is tall, wearing a short short suit, a knife at his waist, and disheveled hair.

“Those two are blacksmiths, and the other should be Martial Artist.”

Dian Wei pays attention to the actions of the three robust men, from the movements of the limbs and the steps of the walking Judging from the sound, the young man with a knife is definitely a martial cultivator.

Three people talking and laughing.

"Meng big brother, many thanks for your visit to Master. His Senior is just infected with the cold. It doesn't matter, I believe he will get better soon." A round-faced blacksmith said with a young man with a knife. smile.

"Hey, why are you polite to me? When I was a child, my family was poor and couldn’t eat. Thanks to your Master’s assistance. When I practiced martial arts, your Master often helped me. His Senior treats me like a son, and he is kind Rushan, can I not come and see if he is sick?" The young man with a knife showed a hearty smile.

"Big brother Meng, are you hungry? Or, we will have supper all night." Another blacksmith said with a smile.

The young man with a knife touched his stomach: "Don't tell me, I rushed all the way, I didn't eat lunch or dinner."

The round-faced blacksmith continued:" Then dare to love, we brothers invite you to drink, and reminisce about the past."

The young man with a knife looked around: "It's so late, is there a place to eat?"

Yuan Face blacksmith: "There is a stall nearby. The vendors have very good craftsmanship. They have wine, meat, and noodles."

The young man with a knife said with a laugh: "Well, let's go eat together."

Three robust men walked forward.

Dian Wei stopped paying attention and continued to search for the Inn. As a result, the three robust men also turned into East Street.

The entrance of an alley reveals dim light.

Three robust men walked into the alley.

Dian Wei passed by the place and turned to look inside the alley.

Less than ten meters away from the entrance of the alley, there is a simple stall with only two tables and a few benches.

Boss Booth is a white haired old man. He built a carport, got two stoves, and put two big pots on it.

Blooming white smoke came out, making most of the alley cloud-filled, and people can only see the vague silhouette after entering.

Three robust men sat down at a table.

"Boss, first give us three bowls of hot noodle soup to suppress our hungry, then fry some special dishes, and make a jar of good wine."

The round-faced blacksmith's familiar point meal.

The white haired old man seems to have few teeth anymore, and said vaguely: "The guest waits a moment, and he will come."

Dian Wei looked in front, the black light was blinded. Yes, I don't know where to find Inn.

"Go and ask this old man."

Dian Wei got off his horse, walked into the alley with the reins, came to the side of the stall, looked up towards the white haired under the carport old man.

As soon as I was about to ask, I saw in vain...

The white haired old man raised his hand, grabbed his scalp and pulled it, and suddenly he took off his head. Put it on the cutting board!

Next, he picked up the kitchen knife on the cutting board, raised it, and slammed it down, bang!

Chop off a bunch of hair!

Threw it into the big pot full of boiling water!

The white haired old man grabbed his head again, put it back on his neck, walked to the cauldron and stirred it a few times with his chopsticks.

Then, he took three large bowls and laid them out one by one, took out the white hair from the pot, and divided them into three large bowls.

Finally, I scooped some soup in.

The white haired old man picked up three big bowls, turned around, and walked towards the three robust men on the opposite side.

"Three guests, here comes the hot noodle soup you want." The white haired old man brought three bowls of noodles to the table.

The young man with a knife looked at it, smelled it, and showed a bright expression in front of him, said with a smile: "Yeah, nice face!"

Round-faced blacksmith said with a laugh: "It tastes more delicious."

The three robust men picked up the chopsticks and began to eat those hairs. They were bulging and feasted, and couldn't stop.

The white haired old man looked at the three of them and asked, "I can cook a lot of side dishes, do the three of you really want to eat."

The young man with a knife swallowed it. The hair in his mouth thought for a while and said: "Is there any'braised large intestine'?"

white haired old man: "Yes."

The young man with a knife: "Come here." , It would be better if there is a'spicy pig brain'."

white haired old man: "both."

The round face blacksmith: "Then I want a fried Pig ears."

Another blacksmith: "I want a'stir-fried chicken heart'. I haven't eaten it for a long time."

The white haired old man took note and turned around. Back to the carport, he opened his clothes and exposed his belly. When he got it, he slashed and pulled out a section of pink intestines and placed it on the cutting board.

Take the knife and cut it!

Then, the white haired old man stuffed the remaining intestines into his stomach, and then cut the intestines on the cutting board into small sections and put them on the plate.

After that, he walked to the other stove and removed the cauldron.

The white haired old man rolled up his sleeves, put his hands into the fire and roasted, gradually, roasted a drop of golden-yellow grease, and then caught it with the big pot.

Immediately afterwards, the white haired old man picked up the plate, poured a small portion of his large intestine into it, and stir-fried it.

Fry for a while...

The white haired old man raised his hand and dug out his left eye. It burst, and threw it into the pot. Stir it for a few times, and then put it in the pot. The things were poured onto the plate.

A fresh braised large intestine!

Next, the white haired old man took off his head again, knocked open the back of his head, revealing the head inside.

Digged a large piece, cut it into pieces, and matched his tears to make a "spicy pig brain".

This is not over yet.

The white haired old man cut off his ears and matched it with a pinch of underarm hair. The fried pig ears quickly came out.

Finally, he dug out the heart, matched it with his fingernails, and got the fried chicken heart.

Four hard dishes were quickly served.

At this moment, the three robust men just finished the hot noodle soup, and they smelled irresistible delicacy, one by one couldn't do it.

"Boss, your side dish is fried, and it's delicious at first sight." The young man with a knife swelled his mouth.

"Wine, Boss is serving wine!" The round-faced blacksmith greeted.

"Here is here." The white haired old man turned and walked into the carport, took out a clay pot, and cut his wrist to let blood.

Soon, the clay pot was full.

The white haired old man picked up the clay pot, shook it twice at will, and sent it to the table of three robust men.

"It's delicious!"

"Yes, this dish is so delicious. I have never eaten such a delicious dish."

"Meng Big brother, hurry up and taste this wine, it tastes absolutely delicious!"

"Drink together, I will toast you a bowl."

……

Three Robust man eats happily, enjoys delicious wine, talks and laughs, and is so happy.

At this moment, Dian Wei has long since exited the alley, standing in a dark corner, silently watching this scene.

After the white haired old man had nothing to do, he sat in the carport and watched silently.

Unconsciously, about an hour passed.

Three robust men were full of wine and rice, drunk ruddy complexion, drunk, and all looked content.

"Meng big brother, I envy you so much, you become a Martial Artist, and you can earn money that I can't earn in my life." The round-faced blacksmith burped, full of alcohol. Yelled.

"The Meng big brother is well developed, and you have a face wherever you go. Unlike us, whoever meets will have to keep quiet." Another blacksmith also said.

"I'm a fart, it's just a blood energy 3rd-layer Martial Artist. When I meet those experts, I have to be nodded and bowed." The young man with a knife said, but his face was full of With a triumphant smile, it seems that the two blacksmiths are enjoying the flattery.

The young man with a knife stood up and said: "It's late at night, let's go back to sleep."

Speaking, took out his wallet.

When the round-faced blacksmith saw this, he got up and said, "Brother Meng, what are you doing? Didn't you say that I'll come to treat you?"

The young man with a knife: "It's all the same. Let’s go with whom.”

The round-faced blacksmith said angrily: “I said it’s me who pleases or me, do you look down on me?”

The young man with a knife: "Why? It's not easy for you to earn some money. Let me invite it."

Hearing this, the round-faced blacksmith furiously shouted: "Meng's surname, don't think you are Martial now. Once you are an Artist, you can look down on people at will, don’t forget, I was your boss when I was a kid."

Young man with a knife: "Okay, you treat me, I won’t fight with you."

The round-faced blacksmith grinned and pointed at the tip of the nose of the young man with a knife and said: "You brat can't fight me if you want to fight! Haven't you always liked that'Xiaohong'? Didn't she marry me in the end? Do you know why she wants to marry me? It's because I put her to bed first, and she had to marry me!"

The young man with a knife woke up in vain: "What did you say? You put Xiaohong What's the matter?"

The round-faced blacksmith said with a laugh: "Xiaohong, that bastard, used to hook me up, and then you became a Martial Artist, and she ignored me, I'm who! I am who , She fell asleep when she wanted to sleep, pressed her on the bed and still refused to persuade her?"

The young man with a knife was so angry that he drew the knife out of its sheath and slashed at the round-faced blacksmith.

pu!

The round-faced blacksmith almost chopped off half of his neck, and the blood pu chi sprayed out......