Chapter 91: Three bowls of Yangchun noodles

Xiao Se and Sikong Qianluo just stood by the roadside, quietly watching Lei Wujie's fireworks one after another. The two people who had been arguing were quiet now.
"What are you thinking about?" Xiao Se asked.
"I remember when I was a child, I would go to the firework fair at the Lantern Festival every year. When I was a child, I was short and was always blocked. My father put me on his shoulder." Sagong Qianluo said softly, "What about you, what are you thinking? "
Xiao Se smiled: "I'm thinking, if the people in Leijiapu knew that their gunpowder was used in this way, they would probably die of anger."
Sikong Qianluo also smiled and did not speak any more.
Lei Wujie over there tore a piece of rag from his body and placed it in front of him. Everyone who watched the fireworks display untied his pockets, and threw copper plates one by one into the bowl. Before long, Lei Wujie was full of small copper plates in front of him. Lei Wujie smiled with joy. Xiao Se shook his head slightly: "Really someone who has never seen the world."
"You have seen the world, and now you are not hungry." Sikong Qianluo said.
At this time, a girl holding a flower walked past them, looked at Sagong Qianluo, and stopped: "Sister, you are so beautiful, let your grandfather buy you a flower."
Sikong Qianluo was taken aback, and shook his head: "I don't like flowers."
Xiao Se also froze for a moment, and whispered softly: "The focus should be on the affair..."
"But you see everyone has flowers. Recently, it is the Flower God Festival in Nine Heavens City. Girls here have the custom of arranging flowers." The flower girl stared at a pair of watery eyes and refused to go.
Sagong Qianluo still wanted to speak, but Xiao Se took a step forward, took a camellia from the flower girl, turned around and inserted the flower on the side of Sagong Qianluo's hair.
"Let's go to the hometown and do what the customs do. I also ask the flower to bless us." Xiao Se said.
Sikong Qianluo was a tall and powerful martial artist, but did not avoid Xiao Se's understatement. She was stunned, her face flushed, but she didn't know how to react, so she could only turn around immediately.
There was a faint smile on Xiao Se's face, looking at the camellia on the side of her hair bun, she was a little surprised.
"That..." the flower girl yelled softly.
Xiao Se came back to his senses: "What's the matter?"
The flower girl looked pitiful: "My son, you haven't paid yet..."
Xiao Se felt that time seemed to freeze in an instant, and the chic and cozy atmosphere on his body suddenly disappeared, leaving only an embarrassing smile stiff in the wind.
"It turns out that no money is the point." Xiao Se gave a wry smile.
"Next." A hearty voice came. The flower girl hurriedly turned her head, and a copper plate landed firmly on the flower.
"Take it." Lei Wujie sat on the ground and looked over here with a smile.
The flower girl nodded immediately, turned and ran away.
Lei Wujie stood up at this time, and suddenly he supported his hands, only to see a spark unfolding on his hands, and he jumped over the eaves one by one.
"Good work." The big man who was still there with a boulder on his chest just couldn't help but exclaimed.
Lei Wujie pulled a ball of fire with both hands and smiled while looking at Xiao Se downstairs.
"What is he laughing at?" Sikong Qianluo asked.
"He has always liked to giggle, who knows what to laugh." Xiao Se shrugged.
Lei Wujie suddenly shaken his sleeves, and the spark suddenly stretched out. He jumped up and danced on the eaves. The red clothes rolled and the sparks scattered, it was more gorgeous than the fireworks that suddenly burst in the air.
"Is this... a fairy?" A child on the street opened his mouth wide in amazement.
"It's Ruoyi sword dance. At the Hundred Flowers Fair that day, Ye Ruoyi taught his dance." Xiao Se said.
Lei Wujie suddenly jumped down again. The spark was like a long dragon in his hand. He landed on the ground and flicked his sleeve. The spark finally flew straight up and burst into the air.
"Xiao Se, we will not die." Lei Wujie said in a deep voice.
"If you swagger again, everyone from a hundred miles away will know that there is a Leimen disciple who set off fireworks. Then we must die if we don't die." Xiao Se said lazily.
Lei Wujie smiled, turned around, rolled up the pile of copper plates from the ground, smiled and walked towards a wine shop next to him: "Go, let's not say that you are not dead, let you have a good meal first. This time, round I'm rich now."
Xiao Er in the wine shop immediately greeted him with a respectful look: "A few heroes, what do you want to order?"
Lei Wujie immediately became happy: "Heroes, do I look like a hero?"
Xiao Er nodded immediately: "That's a real heroic demeanor!"
"Okay, let's have three bowls of Yangchun noodles and three bowls of old pot roast!" Lei Wujie said boldly.
Xiao Er's face collapsed immediately. Seeing what Lei Wujie said serious, he could only answer and ran away, muttering: "What kind of hero is this, poor ghost!"
Xiao Se and Sikong Qianluo wanted to walk away, but they were helplessly hollow, and Yang Chunmian was also a face, so they could only sit down in front of Lei Wujie with a cold face.
Seeing their expressions, Lei Wujie sighed, "Oh, don't be like this. The next journey is far away, and we only have this money. It can save a little bit. I ran out of gunpowder and there was no firework to put it on. And..."
"Shut up!" Xiao Se glared at him.
Lei Wujie stopped his mouth immediately, just now Xiao Er had already brought the noodles up, immediately held it up, and ate it. Xiao Se and Sikong Qianluo also picked up the chopsticks, and the three of them ate the noodles in silence.
"It's delicious, you can go on the road if you are full." Seeing the embarrassment in the atmosphere, Lei Wujie said again.
"Shut up!" Xiao Se patted the table. If you are full and you can go on the road, that's what you want to say to the executioner.
Lei Wujie hurriedly lowered his head to continue eating the noodles, but found that the noodles were gone, so he could only pick up the bowl of old pot roast beside him, ready to take a sip with his head up. Suddenly a hand pressed him.
Both Lei Wujie and Sikong Qianluo were shocked. This person approached them almost silently. They even noticed this person's approach when one hand was placed on Lei Wujie's hand.
underground river!
Lei Wujie immediately withdrew his hand and pressed down with his backhand, but he was empty. The man already took the wine glass, raised his hand, and said quietly, "As far as this hand is concerned, Lei Wujie, you are still a little too weak."
The voice is somewhat familiar.
Lei Wujie and Sikong Qianluo raised their heads and looked at them carefully.
I saw that person was dressed in black, with a bit of amusement on his face, and the words "the chief disciple of the famous school"-Tang Lian appeared in his eyes.
"Big Brother" Lei Wujie dragged on to the end, a kind of old-fashioned encounters in another homeland, and reunion after a long absence, the mood of the savior's arrival suddenly came to his heart.