Through the wall, I listened to the conversation between Wen Jia and Yin Tai for a while, which made me sleepless and very interesting.
However, Chu Yan's eyes were watery, and the hint of invitation made it difficult for him to stand still.
He walked forward and asked with a smile: "Looking at your expression, you are hungry. Do you want to eat?"
Chu Yan nodded lightly and said without concealment: "Yes, there is a little frog hidden in my belly. Before I caught up with Xia Ye, it was croaking! Is there a little frog in the young master's belly too?"
As he spoke, he made a face mischievously.
Sleepless nights, I smiled and thought to myself, Chu Yan is really a person born for opera. He has a face that can naturally make countless expressions, and each one is just right, without any artificiality. It is really pleasing to the eye.
"Fortunately, the little frog in my belly is full after eating mutton in the afternoon. But the mutton is too greasy, and now I need something light to relieve the greasiness."
Since Chu Yan was also hungry and he was hesitant about whether to eat noodles, it was very necessary to visit the food shop in the inn.
The two of them went downstairs one after another, Ye Wumian in front and Chu Yan behind.
Chu Yan and Ye Wumian were about the same height, but she always seemed to be slightly shorter on purpose to make Ye Wumian appear taller.
Ye Wumian reminded her several times that she didn't have to be like this, but she always responded with a smile, but didn't say anything or correct herself.
When we arrived at the restaurant, it was not long after nightfall. No one was sleeping and we were hungry. Many of the hotel guests came here to eat.
The food shop occupies a large area, with fifteen or six tables set up, and there is still room for an aisle. There are only a few large restaurants in Changsha City that can match this scale.
The lights were brightly lit and the door was packed with guests. Ye Wumian and Chu Yan had to wait for a while before an Eight Immortals table became available and it was his turn to sit on the table.
The two sat down facing each other, smiled at each other, and each ordered a bowl of lard longevity noodles and two or three plates of side dishes.
The heat hit my eyes, making everything I saw blurry and unreal.
Sitting opposite Chu Yan, who was smiling charmingly, for a moment, the shadow of Luo Xiangzhu appeared in the haze.
Yes, just a few months ago, the person sitting with him in the restaurant was Luo Xiangzhu.
Just when his teeth touched the chopsticks holding a bunch of noodles, his body trembled involuntarily, and the tip of his nose and the corners of his eyes felt sore.
"It's so strange that vinegar got into my eyes when it was clearly placed on the table."
The illusion disappeared, and Chu Yan's pretty face, refracted by the tears, became ridged, like several pieces of crystal jade pieced together.
He forced himself to explain, but he couldn't stop it. A tear as big as a bean fell on the table. The greasy table held the tear, and it was like a lake that suddenly appeared on the ground.
"Master, you, you are crying..."
Chu Yan spit out the noodles he had just taken into his mouth and elegantly spit them into the slop bucket beside him. He put down the bowl and chopsticks and looked at him with a playful smile.
Ye Wumian didn't say anything, he just buried his head in eating noodles, vowing to eat every bowl of noodles.
Chu Yan was such a smart and exquisite person. Seeing that he was unwilling to talk, she naturally didn't ask any more questions. Seeing the "昘昘" sound he made when eating noodles, she felt quite appetizing, so she picked up her chopsticks and started eating.
The noodles were not very salty in the first place, but after Ye Wumian choked up a few times, they became a little salty, which made them even more delicious.
When I was about to finish a bowl of noodles, an unexpected guest came to the table.
Although Ye Wumian was eating noodles with his head down, he could hear that the man was trying his best to pretend to be friendly, covering up and suppressing his usually violent and cruel personality.
"This young lady, my young master admires you and wants to invite you to have a few sips of light wine."
This uninvited guest did not come to see him, but hearing every word made his eardrums hurt.
He finished the last piece of noodles and raised his head, just in time to look at Chu Yan's half-smiling face and a tall man in strange clothes standing beside him.
There was a strange fishy smell on this person.
Ye Wumian is troubled by his sensitive sense of smell. His nose can always smell many odors in the cracks, and naturally amplifies them. The fishy smell on this tall man's body was not disguised at all, and became even stronger.
There was a small cut in the man's clothes under his armpit.
Ye Wumian's nose was held by a thin green line. This thin line was the line of smell, leading to the person's armpit.
He frowned.
Chu Yan didn't look at this man, but just smiled and said, "Whose family does your young master belong to?"
When the tall man heard such rude words, his face twitched, almost wanting to get angry.
Ye Wumian's frown deepened, and the line of smell in his nose suddenly became thicker: the fishy smell wafting from his armpits was more than twice as strong.
But soon, as the tall man forbeared, the scent line became thinner again, and the sleepless nose was saved from the brink of collapse.
The man forced an ugly smile and said patiently: "My young master is neither a cat nor a dog. If a girl is interested in animals, she should go and meet my young master. We are from Yongzhou Yishemen, My young master is the only son of the three masters of the Yi Snake Sect, and his name is Di Kangnian! The snakes he raises are much cuter than cats and dogs."
Ye Wumian injected an internal force into his upper Yingxiang acupoint and lower Yingxiang acupoint to filter out the unpleasant fishy smell on this person's body. Although he has become a master of reverse channeling, the partial meridians and acupoints on the face are still lumps in the corners that cannot be treated by internal force, and he can only manually inject them by himself.
Chu Yan chuckled and said, "It turns out he is a disciple of Yongzhou Yishen Sect. I have admired him for a long time."
As she spoke, she raised her hand in an extremely perfunctory manner and gave an incomplete fist salute.
The tall man was overjoyed and said: "Since we have known each other for a long time, the girl might as well meet my young master so that we can talk about our feelings."
Chu Yan shook his head, with a bit of sarcasm in his smile. Without looking at him, he seemed to say casually: "You man, how can you be so stupid? What I said about long admiration is not a good meaning."
She suddenly asked Ye Wumian, "Sir, have you ever heard of the Strange Snake Sect in Yongzhou?"
Ye Wuxian still didn't answer. She coquettishly pushed the half-eaten noodles to him and prayed: "Master, the portion of this noodles is too big. Can you help me eat it?"
Ye Wumian thought the portion wasn't quite enough, so he took it and ate it without thinking too much. Although she had never heard of the name of the Yishen Sect, she was quite considerate and said: "You have heard of it."
Seeing that Ye Wumian didn't dislike the noodles he had eaten, he ate them with gusto without saying a word, his eyes lit up, he was very proud.
"The Yi Snake Sect is a sect that specifically opposes the imperial court. The imperial court conducted several encirclement and suppression campaigns but failed to wipe them out. Of course, this is not surprising. After all, there is always darkness under the Golden Crow."
Chu Yan smiled and said: "However, this sect is suppressed by the Hengshan sect. It's a good beating today, and a good beating tomorrow. The beating of this strange snake will be broken within seven inches. Hengshan The inner strength of the God of Fire is specially designed to defeat their evil arts, and it is also because of this that the Yi Sheng Sect became famous, and that is why I said this sentence just now, and I have admired it for a long time."
Ye Wumian quickly finished the noodles, wiped his mouth, nodded and said: "So that's how it is!"
He had always been curious about where the fishy smell on the tall man came from. From the current point of view, it was probably caused by raising snakes.
"How dare you, the demon girl, insult our strange snake sect?"
The tall man was filled with anger, and the fishy smell on his body suddenly became intense.
Ye Wumian was always wary of him. From the corner of his eye, he saw a dark green, three-pointed head protruding from the hole in the man's armpit, spitting out fiery red letters.
"careful!"
The pine-patterned sword at his waist was unsheathed. It neither slashed at the man nor the pointed and poisonous tongue, but blocked it in the air.
Wherever the green shadow passed, drops of venom were seen slowly falling along the blade of the sword.
Ye Wumian's quick eyes and quick hands blocked the liquid sprayed by the poisonous snake in the armpit hole in time.
This liquid was originally shot towards Chu Yan's face.
Chu Yan looked at Ye Wumian with burning eyes and called softly: "Young Master..."
Ye Wumian said angrily: "If you're still playing here, he's going to sneak up on you!"
Chu Yan blinked and slightly stuck out her tongue at him without saying anything.
After the sound of clothes flying, the crisp sound of applause attracted everyone, including Ye Wumian.
A young man dressed very strangely came on the wind and slapped the tall man.
"This slap is an explanation for you two, and it frightened you two."
The young man who suddenly appeared seemed to be speaking in a well-educated manner.
However, judging from the fleeting greed in his eyes when he looked at Chu Yan, Ye Wumian believed that this upbringing was most likely faked.
An imperceptible fishy smell spread from the young man's body, and thousands of lines were drawn out. His nostrils twitched during the sleepless night, and the thin flesh on his cheeks twitched.
This smell is so unpleasant that I can’t stop it even if I suppress the upper and lower Yingxiang points, vomit...
