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

The night melted, and the dark sky was covered with twinkling stars.

Da da da……

A fast horse runs in this beautiful night.

The young man 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 young man is no one else, but Dian Wei who left Hanxiang Valley and returned to Cangtong Town!

Over the Hengduan Mountain and Maojiazhai, all the way is unimpeded.

In a blink of an eye, Daojian Town arrived.

"Sword Town..."

Dian Wei looked up at the huge town.

At this time, the night was late, and the town of Daojian was quiet. There was no sound of iron strikes. Most of the streets were dark, and only a few places were hung pale lanterns, swaying in the night breeze.

"Would you like to stay overnight?"

Dian Wei plans to buy some exotic animal meat by the way.

After all, after he returned to Cangtong Town, the next major practice was to move mountains, and it would not work without the nourishment of alien beast meat.

However, there is no night market in Daojian Town. The shops have been closed for a long time, and we can only wait for tomorrow.

Dian Wei thinks:

If he returned directly to Cangtong Town, he would have to come back tomorrow. It would be better to stay at Swordsman for one night, and it would not be too late to go back after purchasing exotic animal meat tomorrow.

Mind here.

Dianwei started to slow down his horse, and entered Dajian Town at a constant speed, and proceeded unhurriedly on the street.

"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 strong men walked out of a blacksmith's shop on the side of the street.

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

The other was tall, dressed in a short-struck suit, with a knife on his waist, and had a disheveled hair.

"Those two are blacksmiths, and the other one should be a warrior."

Dian Wei carefully observed the actions of the three brawny men. Judging from the movements of the limbs and the sound of footsteps while walking, the young man with the sword was definitely a martial artist.

The three talked and laughed.

"Brother Meng, thank you for coming to visit Master. His old man is just infected with the wind and cold. It doesn't matter, I believe he will get better soon." A round-faced blacksmith smiled to the young man with a knife.

"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 old man treated me like a son, and his kindness is as great as a mountain. Don't you come to have a look?" The young man with a knife showed a hearty smile.

"Brother Meng, are you hungry? Or, we will have supper all night." Another blacksmith laughed.

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

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

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

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

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

The three strong men walked forward.

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

The entrance of an alley showed dim light.

Three strong men walked into the alley.

Dianwei 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.

The stall owner is an old man with white hair. He set up a carport, got two stoves, and put two big pots on it.

Billows of white smoke came out, making most of the alley cloud-filled, and people could only see a vague figure after entering.

Three strong men sat down at a table.

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

Round-faced blacksmiths are familiar with ordering.

The white-haired old man seemed to have few teeth anymore, and said vaguely: "The guest waits a moment, and here comes it."

Dianwei looked in front of him. There was a black light and he didn't know where to find the inn.

"Go ask this old man."

Dianwei got off his horse and walked into the alley with the reins. He came to the side of the stall and looked up at the old white-haired man under the carport.

Just about to ask, I saw in vain...

The white-haired old man raised his hand, grabbed his scalp and pulled, suddenly, he took off his head and put it on the chopping board!

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

Cut off a bunch of hair!

He threw it into the big pot full of boiling water!

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

"Three guests, the hot noodle soup you want is here." The old man with white hair put three bowls of noodles on the table.

The young man with the knife looked at it, smelled it, showing a bright expression in front of him, and said with a smile: "Yo, so fragrant face!"

The round-faced blacksmith laughed and said, "It tastes more delicious."

The three strong men picked up the chopsticks and began to eat those hairs.

The old white-haired 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 the hair in his mouth, thought for a moment, and said, "Is there any'braised large intestine'?"

The white-haired old man: "Yes."

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

The old white-haired man: "Both."

Round-faced blacksmith: "Then I want a fried pork ear."

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

The old white-haired man took it down, turned and walked back to the carport, opened his clothes, revealing his belly, took it and cut it open, pulled out a section of pink intestine, and placed it on the cutting board.

Pick up the knife and chop a bit!

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.

Then he walked to the other stove and removed the cauldron.

The old white-haired man rolled up his sleeves and put his hands into the fire to roast. Gradually, a drop of golden fat was roasted, and then he 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 started to stir fry.

Fried for a while...

The old white-haired man raised his hand and dug out his left eye, squeezed it, threw it into the pot, stirred it a few times, and poured the contents of the pot onto the plate.

A portion of braised large intestine is freshly baked!

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

Dig a large piece, cut it into lumps, and match his tears to make a "spicy pig brain".

This is not over yet.

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

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

Four hard dishes were quickly served.

At this moment, the three strong men had just finished the hot noodle soup, and immediately smelled the irresistible delicacy.

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

"Well, the boss is serving wine!" the round-faced blacksmith greeted.

"Here's here." The old white-haired man turned and walked into the carport, took out a clay pot, and cut his wrist to bleed.

Soon, the clay pot was full.

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

"good to eat!"

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

"Brother Meng, hurry up and taste this wine, it's absolutely delicious!"

"The same drink, I will toast you a bowl."

...

The three strong men ate happily, enjoyed the delicious wine, talked and laughed, and were so happy.

At this moment, Dianwei had already 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.

Before I knew it, about an hour passed.

The three strong men were full of wine and rice, drunk with ruddy complexion, drunk, and looked contented.

"Brother Meng, I envy you so much. You become a warrior, and you can earn money that I can't earn in my life." The round-faced blacksmith belched and shouted, full of alcohol.

"Big Brother Meng has developed, and he will save face wherever he goes, unlike us, who has to whisper to everyone when he meets." Another blacksmith also said.

"I'm a fart, I'm just a blood-strength triple warrior. When I meet those masters, I have to nod and bow." The young man with a knife said, but his face was full of triumphant smiles, and he seemed to enjoy the two blacksmiths' flattering. .

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

With that, he took out his wallet.

Seeing this, the round-faced blacksmith climbed up and said, "Brother Meng, what are you doing? Didn't you say that I will come to treat you?"

The young man with a knife: "It's all the same, who is the two of us?"

The round-faced blacksmith said angrily: "I said that it was me who pleased me. Do you despise me?"

The young man with a knife: "Why? It's not easy for you to make some money, so let me ask."

Hearing this, the round-faced blacksmith was furious and shouted: "Meng's surname, don't think you are a warrior now, you can look at people casually, don't forget, I was your boss when you were young."

The young man with a knife: "Go and go, 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 kid can't fight me if you want to fight! Didn't you always like that'Xiao Hong'? Didn't she marry me in the end? Know why she wants to marry. Me? Because I put her to bed first, she had to marry me!"

The young man with a knife sobered up in vain: "What did you say? What happened to Xiao Hong?"

The round-faced blacksmith laughed and said, "Xiaohong, that bastard, used to hook me up, and then you became a warrior, and she ignored me, I yuck! Who am I, she slept when she wanted to sleep, and she slept on the bed. Can't cure her?"

The young man with the knife instantly raged into the sky, and with a loud noise, he drew the knife out of its sheath and slashed at the round-faced blacksmith.

puff!

Half of the round-faced blacksmith's neck was almost cut off, and the blood was sprayed out...