I'm in Wudang god catcher

Chapter 320 Who said there is only one relic of the Evil Emperor?
"My father-in-law, here are four bowls of wontons!"

Shen Lian handed over a dozen copper coins, sat down at a random table, and invited Tantai Jingming to eat with him.

The climate in Hengyang is relatively warm, but after all, it is autumn, and the weather is slightly cooler in the morning and evening. It is suitable to eat a bowl of hot noodle soup to fill your stomach with warmth.

The old man quickly wrapped the wontons, sprinkled them with shrimp skin and chopped green onion, and added a few drops of sesame oil when they were cooked. The fragrant smell wafted through the street, making people salivate.

It's not that Liu Zhengfeng's family doesn't care about food, it's that Shen Lian wants to hide away, otherwise a crowd of people will come around to toast, and even a wine barrel will make him drunk.

Yue Buqun didn't refuse anyone who came to this kind of thing, and he nodded and interacted with everyone, but Shen Lian had no interest in it.

In addition, Shen Lian has a reputation for being evil, and it can be annoying to death when some people with evil intentions come to test him.

Although the Liu family's food is more delicious, there are too many troubles and it is not enjoyable to eat. It is better to take Hongyan and his disciples to try Hengyang's special snacks.

“These wontons are good!”

Shangguan Xueer narrowed her eyes and praised.

"Master, I want to eat two more bowls. I'm still growing. I won't grow taller if I eat less!"

Children of twelve or thirteen years old, regardless of gender, have huge appetites. They eat a lot and get hungry quickly. Although their appetite is not as big as Shen Lian's, they are still small eaters.

That's a good thing.

It's better to be a glutton than a picky eater.

At least you don’t have to feed or coax you to eat.

Shen Lian was the pickiest child he had ever seen. He refused to eat common crops such as corn, potatoes, green peppers, and tomatoes, but he was extremely fat!

My precious apprentice is still the best behaved.

"We call this a tasting. We try to see if the wontons taste good first. If they taste good, we'll eat a few more bowls. If they don't, we'll move to another place. It seems we're in luck."

With Shen Lian's appetite, even if he bought all the old man's wontons, it would definitely not be enough.

Shen Lian's original plan was to eat all over the Hengyang Night Market, from the street to the end of the street, buying a portion of every snack. Hongyan and her apprentice would try a few bites to get something fresh, and Shen Lian would be responsible for eating the rest.

"Old man, some more bowls of wontons."

Shen Lian threw a broken piece of silver towards the money box.

"If I don't say stop, you can continue to pack. If I say stop, you can stop. The extra money will be regarded as a reward."

Logically speaking, he should be happy when he meets a big customer, but the old man is a little dissatisfied: "Uncle, you bought all the wontons, so others won't have them if they want to eat them."

"Well, if we have wontons on the table, you can serve them to others first. If we don't have wontons on the table, you can serve them to us. This should be fair, right?"

The old man nodded: "You are so smart, you solved my many years of doubts so easily."

Shen Lian: You are really suspicious!
Shangguan Xueer showed a cute smile: "The old man who sells wontons, his wontons are made with thin skin and beautiful fillings. They are made with real ingredients and are better than those made by big restaurants. Why not find a big business to make wontons for others?" "

"I like selling wontons on the street. I don't like serving those powerful people. The money I earn is enough to feed and clothe myself for two meals. What's not to be satisfied with?"

"If you sell wontons on the street, can't you serve the rich and powerful? What if they come to eat wontons?"

"Which powerful person would eat these things!"

The wonton man showed a sarcastic expression: "Even if they want to eat wontons, they need to use a few old hens to stew the soup first, and then use the chicken soup to cook the wontons."

As a descendant of Jinpeng Kingdom, Shangguan Xueer, although her family was bankrupt when she was born, Huo Xiu had helped her several times and never tired of fine food.

How to describe it?
From the perspective of cooking skills, MSG has not been developed in this era, and broth is needed to enhance the flavor. The actor's accent and the cook's soup are unique skills.

From the chef's point of view, after the soup is stewed, the master can just drink the soup. The chickens and ducks used to make the soup can be taken back to replenish the body of the pregnant wife.

There are some people here who object, saying that the chickens and ducks used to make the stock must be mashed with wooden sticks.

There is absolutely no need for that.

If it's just for the flavor, just make a few cuts on the chicken and duck. Even the chicken puree used in the clear soup can be collected after the soup is cooked. A good chef respects the ingredients very much and knows how to save them.

For example, the famous eggplant (xiang).

Those messy recipes are simply flashy luxury dishes made up by the cook when his wife has a baby and needs to supplement her nutrition.

The master eats eggplant, and the cook and his wife eat chicken drumsticks.

Everyone felt very happy.

Win-win!

Shangguan Xueer looked at the old man curiously.

"Grandpa Wonton has a lot of stories!"

"I don't have any stories. I'm just a wonton seller. I heard all the things I just mentioned in teahouses and restaurants. I just treated them as a joke."

Shen Lian smiled slightly but did not expose it.

Of course, the old man is not an ordinary person. He is He Sanqi, a master of Yandang Mountain, who has been famous in the world for forty years.

Although He Sanqi has martial arts skills, he never bullies others. Since he doesn't know any other crafts, he makes a living by selling wontons, walking around the streets and enjoying himself.

As the old saying goes, when you are armed with a sharp weapon, you have the intention to kill.

After practicing martial arts, some use their power to bully others, some bully men and women, and some want to dominate the world.

There are very few people who don't bully others with force, and even fewer are willing to be ordinary. Look at his movements of rolling out dough and wrapping wontons, which are exquisite, smooth and natural. Isn't it also a kind of Tao?Isn’t it worthy of admiration?
Tantai Jingming and Zuo Shi only ate one bowl, and Shangguan Xueer ate three bowls. Their bellies were full, but children get hungry faster and can digest them quickly.

The hot wontons and hot noodle soup on a cold late autumn night were so attractive that Shen Lian ate five or six bowls before putting down his rice bowl and preparing to eat other snacks.

This means that in the south, if it were in the north, in the cold late autumn, thin-skinned wontons with beautiful fillings, and steaming hot noodles, even gods could not get rid of Shen Lian.

Shen Lian is not the only one who wants to eat wontons.

Just when the four of them were about to leave, a pair of grandparents and grandsons came from a distance. The grandfather looked a little sad, and looked around with deep vigilance. The granddaughter was about thirteen or fourteen years old, with big eyes, lively and cute.

Shen Lian's heart moved and he guessed his identity.

The elder of the Sun Moon God Sect, Qu Yang.

Qu Yang's granddaughter, Qu Feiyan.

If it was really Qu Yang who caused the trouble, how could he dare to show up in public, Liu Zhengfeng told him?

Shen Lian suppressed his thoughts and did not leave. He asked He Sanqi to serve a few more bowls of wontons. Shen Lian winked at Shangguan Xueer. Shangguan Xueer understood and skipped towards Qu Feiyan, inviting Qu Feiyan to eat at the same table. .

"This little girl is so cute. We are destined to meet each other. Why don't we share a table!"

Qu Feiyan rolled his eyes at Shangguan Xueer: "I seem to be older than you, I'm fourteen. How old are you? Judging from your appearance, you must be 13 at most!"

Shangguan Xueer sat next to Qu Feiyan and puffed out her chest: "I think I'm bigger."

Qu Feiyan lifted the hem of his shirt, revealing the dagger hidden at his waist: "I know martial arts. If you admit that you are my little sister, I will definitely protect you!"

Shangguan Xueer said proudly: "There are no more than five elite disciples of the Huashan Sect who can defeat me. No matter how high your martial arts are, can you defeat them?"

"What's so great about being a disciple of the Huashan Sect? If you can defeat a disciple of the Huashan Sect, you may not be able to defeat me!"

"Can you activate sword energy? How far can your sword energy be activated? If you can activate sword energy that exceeds one foot, I will admit that your martial arts is higher."

"I can't beat you without sword energy?"

"Defeat is certain!" "Why?"

"Because I use the Pear Blossom Spear. If you don't have the means to attack from a distance, you can only be beaten unilaterally. My master once said that in the basic stage, a weapon can gain a huge advantage. An inch longer is an inch stronger."

Qu Feiyan raised his hand to extinguish the candle in the distance.

"I can use concealed weapons."

Shangguan Xueer gently pulled up her sleeves.

"Your hidden weapon is not as good as my hand crossbow."

Qu Feiyan stood up, moved lightly, and walked around the table lightly, demonstrating his advanced Qinggong movement.

Shangguan Xueer then stood up and flew along Qu Feiyan's direction, faster than Qu Feiyan. After three or four circles, she actually got behind Qu Feiyan.

"Snapped!"

Shangguan Xueer pointed her fingers like a spear and gently pressed it against Qu Feiyan's back: "Which one of us is the sister now?"

"How come your Qing Gong is so powerful?"

"My master taught me four-character maxims."

"What proverb?"

"Can't beat, run!"

Shangguan Xueer was proud of being better than her peers: "Master once said that it is not a shame to be defeated, but it is not only a shame to be unable to escape, but also to lose one's life. Therefore, our master is very strict with Qinggong."

Qu Yang: (#д)
Is this how the famous Shen Lian teaches his disciples?It’s true that a famous teacher makes a good disciple!

Shangguan Xueer added: "If I can't beat him, I can run away quickly. If I can beat him, my enemy won't be able to run away. This is the winning technique."

Qu Feiyan snorted coldly: "Didn't your master teach you the courage and determination to fight to the death and never retreat?"

Shangguan Xueer was a little disdainful: "It's better to learn how to act like a spoiled child. If anyone dares to bully me, I will go to the master and cry and ask the master to teach him a lesson."

"Don't you know how to be confident and self-reliant?"

"Since ancient times, masters and disciples have been like father and daughter. I lost my father when I was young, and my master is my biological father. Isn't it natural for my daughter to go home and cry to her biological father when she is bullied?"

"Can your master take care of you for the rest of your life?"

"At least it will take care of my mastery of martial arts. Do you know the reputation of the Pear Blossom Spear? One day, my marksmanship will reach its peak. How many people can bully me?"

Shangguan Xueer had sharp teeth and a mouth full of crooked ideas. In a few words, she was speechless.

In fact, Shangguan Xue'er's experience was much more miserable than Qu Feiyan's. She had been living under someone else's roof since she was a child, and her family was even more chaotic. Although she had enjoyed luxury, she had to be careful in everything, and even slept poorly.

After becoming a disciple of Shen Lian, he relied heavily on Shen Lian.

Of course she knew that she had to rely on herself for everything, but she was too eager for her father's love in her heart. She always looked forward to being able to act coquettishly in Shen Lian's arms and get Shen Lian's praise.

It’s not that I don’t know how to be self-reliant, it’s that I don’t want to be self-reliant.

Similarly, Shen Lian did not pamper his disciple, but knew her inner shortcomings, taught her students in accordance with their aptitude, and eliminated her psychological shadow to avoid forming demonic obstacles in the future.

Naturally, outsiders would not understand this kind of thing.

Seeing the little girls playing around, Qu Yang knew that his identity had been revealed and there was no point in concealing it. He took the initiative to sit opposite Shen Lian, feeling miserable as if he had lost all his coffin books.

He Sanqi snorted coldly.

He recognized everyone's identities. Although he didn't like Qu Yang, he admired Shen Lian quite a bit.

Of course He Sanqi understood the rules of the world and took the initiative to retreat far away, leaving space for Shen Lian and Qu Yang.

"Give me your name."

"Old man Qu Yang, I have seen Mr. Shen Captou!"

"Are you surrendering yourself?"

"What does Shen Captou mean by this? The old man has quite a bad reputation in the martial arts world, but the Six Sects never care about the grudges of the martial arts sects. Why do you say he surrendered?"

"In order to find the Guangling Sanqin score, you dug 29 ancient tombs, stole the tombs and dug up the tombs. You will be executed!"

Shen Lian asked Qu Yang, but in his heart he was thinking about Liu Luoguo's ups and downs tone, and the way the Emperor of the Qing Dynasty was annoyed by Liu Luoguo.

It is said that Liu Luoguo is also a famous calligrapher. I wonder if Emperor Qing Zhang stamped a few stamps on his copybooks!
Qu Yang was shocked: "You still care about this?"

"Nonsense! What else would I do?"

"The criminal was arrested, and then he resisted arrest and was shot to death by Capt. Shen. This is Capt. Shen's daily life."

Qu Yang spoke lightly about the consensus of the world.

Shen Lian's face was covered with black lines. In his mind, Liu Luoguo and Emperor Qingzhang were knocked down by tens of millions of alpacas. The alpacas were running around happily in Shen Lian's mind.

"Qu Yang, do you want to resist arrest?"

Shen Lian looked threatening.

Qu Yang took the initiative and spread his arms: "If Mr. Shen wants to capture Lao Chan, he can take him away. Lao Chan just can't worry about his granddaughter. She is innocent. Lao Chan robbed the ancient tomb only to find the music score. He didn't take any money. She didn't enjoy anything." The good thing is that you are not considered an accomplice of mine!”

"Okay, stop talking nonsense and tell me, what did you find? Is it just the music score?"

"My……"

"I won't argue with children. Even if Dongfang Bubai comes, I can guarantee her safety."

"Thank you Shen Baotou for your kindness."

"My generosity has its limits. I hope you can tell the truth. You only have one chance. If you fail to seize the opportunity, no one knows the consequences."

Shen Lian stared at Qu Yang's expression, clearly seeing the twitching of every muscle on his face, and even seemed to have seen through his heart and saw the tangle in his heart.

"It's getting cold. Eat something warm first. I'll give you a chance. I won't give you a chance. Eat up all this bowl of wontons first, and then tell me the details."

Qu Yang finished the wontons with a wry smile.

Although the food was tasteless, the warmth in his stomach made him feel very comfortable. He sighed, clenched his fists, and finally gave up resistance.

"I searched for many ancient tombs in order to find Guangling San music scores, and I accidentally discovered..."

Qu Yang skillfully sold off the information and wanted to sell the information at a good price. Shen Lian snorted coldly, picked up the big bowl and ate the wonton noodles with a big mouthful.

Love to talk or not, do you think I am begging you?

Qu Yang smiled bitterly and said: "I accidentally discovered an ancient tomb in the Spring and Autumn Period and dug up a gem."

"Is it a valuable gem?"

"It looks very much like the legendary Evil Emperor's relic."

"That thing was destroyed hundreds of years ago!"

"Who said there is only one relic of the Evil Emperor?"

　Why write about wontons?Because my late-night snack these days is wontons. At around nine o'clock, I run home and enjoy the autumn breeze. I eat a big bowl of wontons. It's really comfortable.
　　
　
(End of this chapter)