Song Bai wanted to go directly to Song Que, but that place was really hard to come by. He didn't just wander around like a headless fly, just hoping that the door of the restaurant would suddenly open for him.
So Song Bai would go home every day to spend time with his little ancestor who had lost his memory.
Song Bai told Cen Yu that he was her husband, and briefly told everything that had happened in the past, not even letting go of his own guesses. After all, Cen Yu is a woman. After hearing a lot about gods, forgetfulness, and amnesia, the only thing that remained in his mind was Zhang Waner, who asked him slowly: "You said you like me, then why are you so active in helping this girl and divorce?" do what?"
Song Bai originally didn't like to talk about these things, but when this little ancestor forced him to talk about these things, his face turned red and his heart stopped beating. He said: "She and we are also childhood sweethearts. She even came to ask for help, and she spoke sincerely. , even if I can let go, you won't be able to let her go when she begs you. I'm not a ruthless person, but that doesn't mean I still like her. Your depressed temper won't change. Once I change it, I will think about these things all day long, and one day I will be angry to death."
After hearing this, Cen Yu pouted. She didn't remember Song Bai, but she felt comfortable in his presence.
When Song saw this, he put away his magic and stopped spying on the conversation between young couples, so as not to look like a pervert. He said, this matter can be regarded as a coincidence. With Cen Yu's character, her memory loss is just right. Without the previous prejudice against Song Bai's love for Zhang Waner, she can naturally detect Song Bai's sincerity. .
Song Que also breathed a sigh of relief.
Usually he cooks a dish, and the people who eat it happily eat it, and then cry heartily, and the matter is resolved. Today, it is the first time that someone has come to his door like this. Fortunately, the matter has been resolved satisfactorily.
The number of people who bumped into Song Que was neither too many nor too few, just at the level where Song Que would not feel sleepy but not tired.
Song Que counted with his fingers and felt that it was time for someone to arrive, so the wind chimes at the door to welcome guests rang wildly. Usually when there are guests, the wind chimes sound, but not like now, as if the storm is about to come and the wind fills the building.
Song Que frowned, feeling afraid that something might come to his door.
"Where is Miao Chongshan Song Cuo! Come out and fight!"
People who come to this restaurant talk like little gods, and this is the first time they call me by this name.
Song Que casually took a big white radish and transformed it into a long sword, then hung it on his waist. He climbed up from the wine cellar and went to the hall to see who the person was who came to the door.
As soon as Song Que arrived, he saw an evil god standing at the gate. Like Song Bai, he wore black clothes. I don’t know if it’s a common problem among these warriors. They are afraid that blood will stain their clothes and make them unsightly, so they all choose this invisible color. This evil god carried a big knife on his back. Song didn't know if this knife had ever killed anyone, but he was sure that it must have been stained with a lot of blood.
The evil god glared and said, "Are you Song Que of Miao Chongshan?"
He looked Song Que up and down. Song Que, dressed elegantly in white, looked delicate and weak, so he couldn't help but show an incomprehensible expression on his face.
Song Que was so obviously disliked by someone, and he wanted to roll his eyes to the sky, but after thinking about it, he just said: "I am Song Que, but I am no longer from Miao Chongshan. If you are looking for Song Que, then I Yes, if you seek out Song Que from Miao Chongshan, I will not accompany you."
The Evil God was a little confused when he was going around like this. Finally he shook his head, cleared his mind, and said: "I don't care if you are from Miao Chong Mountain, you just need to tell me if you are the kid who ascended in the daytime." !”
It turned out that this was what he came for, but Song Que smiled and said, "So what if it is? So what if it's not?"
Seeing that the other party was about to be angered by this sentence, Song quickly added: "You tell me who you are first, and I will tell you whether I am."
The Evil God said angrily: "I won't change my name when I'm walking, and I won't change my surname when I sit down. That's the case with Xiaoshan! As for whether you are a guy who ascended in the daytime, we'll find out in a fight!"
Xiao Shan was obviously angered by Song Que's whining, so he drew out his sword and slashed at Song Que.
Song Que's expression changed, and he regretted a little bit for teasing him by deliberately going around. As soon as he heard Xiao Shan mention Miao Chongshan, he knew that the other party was a cultivator, who could not be compared with ordinary martial arts people, and his destructive power was dozens of times greater.
Song was not afraid of getting hurt, but he was afraid that an ignorant Xiaoshan would chop him here and there and eventually destroy his wine cellar, and his wine, which was only a month away from being ready to be opened, would also suffer the same fate.
Song was not in a hurry to fight back. He relied on his unparalleled physical skills. While dodging, he tried to negotiate with Xiao Shan: "The restaurant is small and there are still some drinks. It will be bad if we encounter something. How about we go out and fight?"
Xiao Shan is a single-minded person. He has been practicing for hundreds of years with a big sword on his back and has never doubted his Tao. Ever since he heard that there was someone who was several dozen years old and soared into the sky when he came out of the mountain gate, he followed him like a demon and vowed to find this person and fight with him. As for the significance of this, he didn't think carefully about it. He has been practicing like this, relying on constant fighting to gain some spiritual light that can enhance your abilities.
Song Que's dodge but not retaliation was a humiliation to him, which made his face turn red. He wanted to use a knife to split him from the Tianling Gai down, but he didn't have the time to listen to what Song Que said.
Xiaoshan's skills are also unique. When he switches to the game, he becomes a berserker. The more he sells blood, the more violent he becomes. Although Song Que didn't directly attack him to hurt him, his attitude of not even drawing a sword was a bit indestructible. He had already made his popularity burnt, and his anger level was full.
The aura on Xiao Shan's body skyrocketed at a speed visible to the naked eye. The sword struck down like a thousand-jin boulder, leaving a mess wherever it passed. Although Song Que was nimble and capable, let alone Xiao Shan's sword, even the sharp air flow caused by the sword could hardly hurt him. But Xiao Shan broke all the tables and chairs in his restaurant and even tried to get closer to the wine cellar. However, Song was only thinking about those jars of wine. He discussed it with him in a nice manner and he pretended not to hear, but... When he wanted to fight here, Song Que also became angry.
When Xiao Shan came again, he suddenly refused to dodge and kicked him in front of Xiao Shan. Everything in front of Xiao Shan's eyes suddenly became very slow. He could even see how Song Que's feet gradually grew bigger, as big as Mount Tai. Then he slammed into his body and kicked him out of the food. Si.
Xiao Shan flew to the ground, and he didn't know whether he was kicked by that kick or hit the floor when he landed. A mouthful of blood suddenly protruded from his body, as if he had suffered internal injuries and was unable to transport his true energy.
At this point, what Xiaoshan was thinking about was whether Song Que would not come out. After all, he found the intersection with great difficulty. If Song Que slightly changed the formation at this moment, he might have to find another one. After half a year, I still don’t know if I can find it.
Fortunately, Song didn't really do this. He chased him out in a dignified manner.
This restaurant was hidden by Song Que using his immortal power. It seemed that it could lead to everywhere, but its actual location was still on the bank of Yunshui River. Xiao Shan found a trace of the formation on the bank of Yunshui River and tried his best to enter the restaurant. Therefore, after being beaten out by Song Que, he fell back to the bank of Yunshui River.
Song Que raised his hand, and a transparent barrier opened in his hand, opening wider and wider until it covered a space large enough for them to fight. It would be bad to prevent the aftermath of their fight from spreading out, let alone hurting people, even hurting some flowers and plants.
After finishing the protective work, Song Que took out the sword from the scabbard and stuck it on the ground. The strong wind that came from nowhere cooperated well and blew Song Que's tied long hair back hard. Song Que raised his chin slightly. , The way he looks down at others is very villainous.
Xiao Shan spat blood on the ground, ignoring the dull pain in his internal organs, and rushed towards Song Que with the knife in his shoulder.
Song was rude this time, thinking that after cleaning up the people, he would go back to repair his restaurant, and the culprit was right in front of him, so he struck harder.
Xiaoshan's sword was a relic left to him by his master. It was a rare magical weapon. He had been practicing for hundreds of years, but he could not even fully unleash the power of this sword.
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But now, the sword in Song Que's hand met Xiao Shan's knife. Not to mention it was damaged, there was not even any damage visible to the naked eye. Xiao Shan thought this was also a rare magic weapon, so he didn't take it too seriously. Until he was completely beaten by Song Que and couldn't stand up, and his whole body was weak. Song Qing held the back collar of his clothes and took him back to the restaurant. Then he threw the sword on the only intact table. Only then did Xiao Shan realize that the magic weapon was just a big white radish.
Over the years, Xiao Shan has lost and almost lost his life, but none of them were as big a blow as this moment. The sword skills and indestructible magic sword that he was proud of were not as good as just making random gestures with a big white radish. Thinking more carefully, he has been practicing for hundreds of years, but he has never seen anyone achieve enlightenment and become an immortal. People who have only practiced for decades can ascend in the daytime by stepping down the steps.
Xiao Shan's mind was full of thoughts, and it was a mess. He lamented that his skills were not as good as others, and at the same time he felt that his fate was inferior to others.
Song Que didn't bother to care about what he was thinking, and was busy using magic to rebuild the restaurant. Then he walked into the wine shop with an uneasy mood. After finding that none of the wine jars were broken, Song Que finally gave up. In his heart, even if his feet were as light as if they were about to fly, it could not affect his mood.
The fight just now consumed too much immortal energy, but Song felt a strong urge to fly to the sky and take a breath of immortal energy. After skillfully suppressing this impulse, Song Qing glanced at Xiao Shan, who was sitting pitifully in the corner, and planned to cook him a dish regardless of the past grudges. Why didn't he have any customers for a while?
Song Que walked over, Xiao Shan raised his eyes, and then lowered his eyes. His skills were inferior to others, and he had nothing to say.
Song Que said: "I have a rule in this restaurant. You tell me a story and I will cook you a meal."
Xiao Shan turned away and signaled that he would not eat.
Song Que sneered and planned to make some soup first, but he didn't believe that he couldn't afford to be a glutton. He was so anxious that he noticed the big white radish on the table, and took it back to the kitchen under the pretext of not wasting it, intending to use it to make radish and pork ribs soup for Xiao Shan.
There is no need to worry too much about the preservation of the ingredients here in Song Que. Unless it is a dish that particularly pursues freshness, Song Que uses raw materials purchased in advance to cook. Today was no exception. Song Qi chopped the ribs into small pieces, and then focused on processing the white radish, peeling and cutting it into pieces. This very simple process was dragged to Xiao Shan and he handled it gracefully.
Xiao Shan was almost mad at him.