Liguang Town, a relatively prosperous town, is 300 miles away from Liuyun Mountain.

In a small town, there is a bun shop with a bun shop with the front cover saying "Remembering buns".

"My master, what are you going to eat? Our store specializes in making various meat, vegetables, buns, meat, vegetable soup, and the best chicken soup wontons."

Lin Zhanqing spoke, "A basket of big meat buns and a bowl of chicken soup vegetarian wontons."

"Okay, I'm waiting. A basket of big meat buns and a basket of good chicken soup wontons."

Lin Zhanqing picked up a bun, and his feet were as big as a fist. He took it down with one bite. The meat was fragrant and the soup was full of soup. He tasted a wonton with a spoon. The skin was thin and the filling was smooth, the chicken soup was mellow and extremely delicious. He couldn't help but praise:

“The store has good skills!”

"It seems that this bun is really good!"

A young man in purple, tall, handsome, and with a three-point evil look, sat on Lin Zhanqing's table and asked to eat buns. It was Gong Yan of Ling Jian Sect!

"You? Why are you? Why are you here? Don't want to steal my bun today!"

Lin Zhanqing protected the buns and pulled the wonton bowl over.

"What's wrong with me? I can't come to Liguang Town. Oh, I've gotten acquaintance after all. What's wrong with treating me to a few buns? You won't have money anymore, right?"

"No money? Two guys! It's really not easy to operate a small shop and a small bank. You can't use credit."

Somehow, the waiter was very agile about the word "no money". He hurried over, laughing and begging for mercy, for fear of encountering someone who was lying to pay.

Lin Zhanqing glared at Gong Yan, his eyes full of disdain and contempt.

Gong Yan blinked, feeling guilty and indecent.

"Ahem, how many kinds of stuffed buns are there in the store."

"My master, are you?" the guy bent over and asked in a low voice.

"Nonsense! Look at the two young masters' outfits, they seem to have no money?"

"You two must be young masters from wealthy families. How could I not even see this? This temperament and spirit are definitely not comparable to that of small families."

"Yeah yeah. I'll ask how many kinds of buns are there in our store?"

Gong Yan looked proud.

Lin Zhanqing laughed secretly, just like a joke.

"Pork, beef, mutton, three fresh... There are eight kinds of buns in total."

"Eight kinds of buns, one cage."

"Ah, my master, our store is full of buns with big stuffings. You two can't eat so much."

Gong Yan didn't answer, and took out a piece of silver from his arms and put it on the table.

Seeing this, the guy's eyes lit up and his hands gently picked up the silver.

"Eight kinds of buns, one basket in the same basket. Then prepare two bowls of top three-fresh chicken soup wontons for the two distinguished guests.

Gifts from the shop. If there is any place where the hospitality is not good, please forgive me."

"Eight-cage buns? What's wrong with you? Being confined by Ling Jian Sect? Are you almost starving to death?"

"The last time I robbed your breakfast, I wrote it off."

"What does it matter if you don't get the hook or not? You and I are incompatible with each other and cannot be friends."

Gong Yan was stunned when he heard Lin Zhanqing's words, then covered his stomach and laughed.

"I didn't expect that you were such a pedantic person. Lin Zhanqing, a friend, wouldn't have a good time.

After Gong Yan finished speaking, he turned around and left.

"The buns of the two young masters are here. These are the three-fresh chicken soup wontons delivered by the small shop. Alas, why is this young master leaving?"

"Don't worry about him. Pack the eight-cage buns for me."

Lin Zhanqing didn't even look at Gong Yan. He picked up the wontons and ate and drank them hard.

Gong Yan took more than ten steps, his mouth slightly raised, and disappeared in Liguang Town.

Liuyun Mountain, Heyuan Hall, dining room.

"Zhan'er! But I missed my master's wife to death! Eat slowly, a large jar of ginseng chicken soup is enough for you."

"Yeah, yeah. The ginseng chicken soup stewed by the teacher's wife, but I haven't eaten it for some days."

"Zhan'er's skill has been progressing rapidly in the past few months and has completely mastered the eternal wilderness. Only Han Molin can have such a good disciple. The other hall masters are not good, so they are not lucky enough to be angry to death!"

"Dad, mom, stop arguing. Let Brother Zhan... Junior Brother Lin finish the chicken soup!"

Han Yuning seemed to think she said the wrong thing and her face turned red.

Han Molin and his wife only thought they were blind and deaf and knew nothing.

Lin Zhanqing held the chicken legs in his left hand and the soup spoon in his right hand. He picked up the jar from time to time to drink the soup. His eating habits were rough, like a glutton.

"This child seems to be very hungry. He can't save money when he goes out. He should eat and drink, so he must not make up for it. Don't learn from your master who is stingy enough!"

"Yeah, yeah. The teacher's wife is right, she didn't save money. The food outside is far worse than what we have at home, it's not the same taste. It's not going well."

"This child has such a sweet mouth. How can the food outside be compared with the master's wife's skills?" Mrs. Han Baihua covered her mouth with praise and chuckled, so happy.

"Who is not stingy enough! I have also eaten, dressed and chewed. Our food with Yuantang has always been high standards, and that meal is not big fish or meat."

"Dad! Mom! Stop quarreling! You can't have anything else except quarrel every day!"

"Okay! Ning'er is angry! Let's go out and let their senior brothers talk."

"Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, we don't understand when talking to young people, so it's boring to stay here."

Han Molin and his wife left with tactfulness. The rest

Lin Zhanqing and Han Yuning are in this dining room.

"Brother Zhan, how are you hurt? Show me." After saying that, he wanted to unbutton Lin Zhanqing's clothes.

"It's okay, it's okay. They're all minor injuries."

Lin Zhanqing kept gnawing on the chicken legs and drinking chicken soup, blocking Han Yuning's hand back.

"Let me see!" Han Yuning was a little anxious.

"Oh. Is there anything good to look at? I said it, it's okay."

"Let me see." Han Yuning pretended to cry.

"Ninger doesn't cry, doesn't cry. In any case, yes, men and women don't get along with each other."

When Lin Zhanqing saw that Yu Ning was about to cry, he quickly coaxed her, but he still refused to let Han Yu Ning see her injuries.

"You and I have grown up together since childhood. What are the things that men and women don't get married?" Han Yuning asked with red eyes.

"Yu Ning is so old. You can't be the same as when you were a child, you don't have any worries."

Lin Zhanqing was stunned for a while and said this

...

Liuyun Mountain, Liuyun Hall.

Liuyun's head Wang Daofan sat upright, and Liuyun's five halls were all here.

Wang Daofan tapped his left fingers slightly on the armrest of the chair with his left fingers, expressionless and said:

"Although our disciples in Liuyun Mountain are extremely excellent, they are probably not enough to face the next thing."

Han Molin sat in the wooden chair, bowed and said, "What the leader said is that he has stepped up the task of training his disciples in the past few months, but the disciples are already exhausted. The previous mission of Yan Laicheng was not only in Renyoutang Dongfang Wan, but he was seriously injured. These are half of our elite disciples in Liuyun Mountain."

Speaking of this, my eyes were dim and my face was unbearable.

"No matter how you say it, you have to let your disciples take a good rest. If this continues, it will backfire."

The master of Renyoutangyue Hall sat upright on the wooden chair with a heartache on his face. Now the disciples are not only tired, but also have dangers when they go on a mission. They all saw them since childhood, and they were no different from their own children.

"Senior Sister Yue's words are reasonable."

"Yes, yes, yes. I think so."

“The kids are really too tired.”

"Do you think I am the head of the sect? If I don't do this now, what can I do in the future? Forget it, let the disciples take a break for two days first, and the task will be delayed for a while. I will really exhaust the children. What kind of face do I have, the head of Liuyun, have to meet the ancestors of all generations?"

"The heads are all considering the overall situation, so why don't we know."

"The head of the sect thought carefully, and it is not comparable to us."

"The affection for the disciples is deeper than us."

"Just take a few days off, and you can't really relax."

"We will definitely live up to the expectations of the head."
Chapter completed!