Chapter Four, A Bowl of Water, A Steamed Bun.

However, what if we get lost and encounter a wolf or a beast?

He felt something was not quite right, so he thought about pouring a cup for Luo Changfeng as well.

It was the time of sunset. The young man tightly closed the gate of the bamboo fence and tied a knot with a bamboo rope. He carried a burden on his back and held a cold gun, standing outside the thatched bamboo house, staring blankly at every blade of grass and every piece of wood in the bamboo house. For a long time, he did not move.

The young man's name is Luo Changfeng.

If General Yuwen were here, we wouldn't have to wander in these desolate mountains and wild ridges... Maybe at this moment, we could even enjoy the snowflake cake offered to Xingyun Province as a tribute.

Luohu County is backed by mountains and faces water. The mountain is called Luoxia Mountain, and the water is naturally the Lu River, which flows into the Bi Shui River.

Old Liquor Head is the nickname of the innkeeper, derived from the first character of his catchphrase that reveals his understanding of the world.

"I don't want to drink today," Luo Changfeng shook his head.

Luochang Feng understood this point. With tears in his eyes, he watched the figure walking away and finally couldn't help but blurt out the words that had been suppressed in his heart for three years: "I'm not called Chu Yi, I have a name, it's Luochang Feng."

Snow, did we take the wrong path? It's so gloomy here, and there are wolf beasts. It's so scary.

In front of the traveler's inn, a wine flag flutters in the wind. The old tavern keeper looks up at the word 'traveler' and sighs lightly in his heart, then picks up a jug of wine and drinks it continuously.

Two things in his life that he is most proud of, the first is the name of this inn, and the second is the name of Luo Changfeng. He feels that he has chosen them very well, with great artistic conception. Every time he thinks about it, he can't help but have a sip of wine to celebrate.

The little princess Xueer, unconsciously, her stomach started growling.

Actually, it's quite nice to be called a first-year student. Old Jiutou was stunned, as if he had thought of a tragedy that happened three years ago in Luohu County. Then he thought of the situation where the teenager lay in front of the inn three years ago, and he let out a long sigh.

Today that kid is leaving, he wants to get drunk! He hopes that after he wakes up, he won't have to build a monument for someone.

Yes, he is preparing to go out, to go far away.

Is it to find your enemy? Lao Jiutou doesn't know the true identity of Luo Changfeng, not even his name. For the past three years, he has been calling Luo Changfeng "Chu Yi," which is the name he gave him.

They rarely talk, but after three years of accumulation, those dialogues can still be pieced together, allowing the melancholic and sensitive innkeeper, who has seen all the worldly affairs, to make a rough guess.

Even though this farcical "bride-snatching" incident played right into his hands...

Three years later, a young man walked down from Mount Luoxia. He was supposed to be dead, as the successor of Luomen, but he miraculously lived for three more years.

He should be very gratified, why is he feeling a little melancholic.

The old drunkard stood there in a daze.

It's hard to predict life and death. Perhaps in his lifetime, he will never return to this inn, never again call out the familiar name "Old Wine Head", and never taste the flavor of water and steamed bread.

They didn't think about who the groom was. Of course, even if they knew Jiang Manlou's name, they wouldn't understand what kind of family the Jiangs were. They also wouldn't know that even after General Yuwen intervened, the misunderstanding between the two sides was not resolved.

Gudu ... ...

Going up the mountain is a dead end, coming down the mountain is irreconcilable.

Thinking of this, thinking of parting, Old Drunkard poured himself a full cup of wine and drank it all in one go.

Feeling powerless, she rubbed her little belly, and suddenly, Xue'er's eyes brightened up.

It may take three to five years, it may take ten years, or it may never come back in a lifetime.

Three years ago, Lumen was massacred overnight.

Even if it really is just a misunderstanding.

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A bowl of water and a steamed bun require no preparation. What he needs to prepare is his own emotions. I'm afraid that this time, he doesn't know where he will collapse when he turns back.

Is it because of separation? The Traveler Inn has witnessed too many separations, sometimes separation is a matter of life and death.

One bowl of water, one steamed bun, how can one be satisfied? Three years ago, when he saved this young man, what he asked for was also just one bowl of water and one steamed bun.

Snow and Ling successfully escaped from the pursuit of Yanlingwei. The fifteen-year house arrest finally came to an end at this moment when the sun set, marking a period.

I would like a bowl of water and a steamed bun," said Luo Changfeng earnestly.

No corpses or bones, no wounds or pain, only a numb heart, silently reigniting in the sea of fire.

Luochang Feng came to this inn as usual at the beginning of each month, carrying the mountain beasts he hunted. Three years ago, he fainted in front of the inn's door. Not only did he drink a bowl of water, but he also ate a steamed bun. That was how he met the innkeeper. Since then, every month at the beginning, he would bring some mountain beasts to the inn in exchange for daily necessities for the following month.

At the foot of Luoxia Mountain, there is a traveler's inn. The innkeeper is a kind and warm-hearted person. He often lends a helping hand to the wandering knights, beggars, and drifters in the troubled world, even if it's just a bowl of water, a steamed bun... Then he would advise those travelers and wanderers who have had a bowl of water and a steamed bun: "The wine beckons, the wind howls, the sword returns to its sheath, and the grudges are settled."

The young man has been living alone on the Luoxia Mountain for three years. During these three years, he has had no communication with anyone. The fellow villagers in the Luohu County at the foot of the mountain, except for the innkeeper of the inn at the foot of the mountain, do not even know that there is a young man living in the densely forested Luoxia Mountain, where there are often monsters appearing.

"I am here to take my leave... " His eyes were filled with gratitude. Luo Changfeng looked at the old wine drinker sitting across from him and hesitated for a moment before speaking.

What would you like to eat? I'll have the kitchen make it for you.

After a long time, the young man, with determination in his heart and a cold spear on his back, gradually disappeared into the sunset along the mountain path.

Don't worry. I am Princess Xue'er of Da Yan. Even the wolves and beasts would bow down and pay their respects when they see me.

Dad, Mom, Grandpa... Elders of the Luomen family, rest assured that the blood of Luomen will not be shed in vain, and the debts of Luomen will not go unpaid. After three years of seclusion, I have already comprehended the secrets of the mountains and rivers of the nation. Now that my cultivation has greatly improved, I will seek revenge for those who wronged me and settle scores with those who have enmity towards me. I will not spare anyone who had any improper thoughts about this celestial map. ... After three years of seclusion, I have already comprehended the secrets of the mountains and rivers of the nation. Now that my cultivation has greatly improved, I will seek revenge for those who wronged me and settle scores with those who have enmity towards me. I will not spare anyone who had any improper thoughts about this celestial map. ...

The smile on the old drunkard's face gradually froze.

The middle-aged man behind the counter, who had put on weight, stopped using the abacus in his hand and couldn't help feeling a little strange when he saw Luo Changfeng's figure. It's not the first day of the month today, what is this kid doing here?

It is obvious that Mr. Jiang, who has never had his shoes dirty since childhood, is unwilling to dispel this misunderstanding.

It sounds exactly like the tone of a senior who has experienced the world and retired.

... ....

He will not easily give up, otherwise others will really think that his reputation as the tyrant of Luohe is bought with his own strong family background.

The old drunkard stood up and quickly turned his face away, not letting Luo Changfeng see his eyes. He patted the young man's shoulder and revealed a smile: "You sit for a while, old drunkard will prepare it for you right away."

After three years of mourning, it is now time to express grievances and seek retribution.

Old Jiutou ... ... Luochangfeng came to the inn and chose the old seat by the window.

Coming back is life, not coming back is death.

... ....

So he is very familiar with the innkeeper.

On the continuous mountain road, there are rarely any human traces. As night falls, there are even wolf howls and monkey cries.

Unconsciously, three years have passed. The thirteen-year-old boy in front of me has grown up, and the sixteen-year-old young man is even taller than him.

Because the entire population of Luohe witnessed the aggressive act of marriage robbery.