Chapter 355: Visitors in the Dark Night

King Huolong is dead!

For Lin'an Prefecture, it was the end of an era.

The position of the government secretary, the great official of the frontier, King Huo Long has been in charge of Lin'an Prefecture for a full thirty-eight years.

How many forces prosper because of him, and how many forces lose because of him.

Heroes in the rivers and lakes, reckless refugees, wandering Taoists, great monsters in the mountains... The fate of countless living beings has changed because of Huo Longwang.

He has carried too many praises in his life, and he has also received curses and harsh criticisms unimaginable by the world.

Love, resentment, hatred...all disappeared with the end of King Huo Long.

On the Red Prisoner Mountain, the evil wind loosened, and a man with a haggard face and wearing a cloak stood on the top of the mountain, looking at the Lin'an Mansion in the distance.

At this time, Lin'an Mansion was completely plain, with white flags fluttering, and the bustle of the past was no longer there.

There was light rain in the sky, as if it was also saying goodbye to the old man.

"My lord, that old guy is finally dead."

Beside him, a small demon with fluff between his eyebrows laughed loudly, his face was full of joy.

In recent years, the monster clan of their Red Prisoner Mountain has been severely suppressed by King Huo Long.

Well now, this old thing has been condemned by God and finally returned to the West.

Thinking of this, the little red-velvet demon burst into ecstasy.

boom……

Suddenly, the evil wind surged, and an invisible force surged towards the man in the cloak, directly blasting the little red-velvet demon into the air.

The red-velvet demon slammed into the rock wall, vomited blood, and looked at the man in the cloak in horror.

"Big... big king..."

"Shut up!" The man in the cloak shouted coldly.

He didn't turn his head, looking at the Lin'an Mansion in the distance, there was a trace of sadness in Gu Jing's calm eyes.

"King Huo Long, if you leave like this, the world will lose a lot of fun from now on." The man in the cloak sighed softly, turned and left.

"Within seven days,

No monsters are allowed to come out of the mountain and act recklessly! "

The cold voice came from a distance, causing all the little monsters to look at each other in blank dismay.

...

Lin'an Mansion, Meixiang Bieyuan.

This is the new residence of Zhou Dao and others. King Huo Long died, and the trip of Jiang Yuan and others was delayed.

They could only go to the capital after King Huolong was buried.

Coincidentally, these days, Jiang Yuan can take the opportunity to get close to Zhou Daoduo and ask some questions about cultivation.

There are white flags hanging at the gate of the other courtyard, and there are only sporadic pedestrians on the road.

Lao Wu walked in carrying a bamboo basket.

During this period of time in Lin'an Mansion, Zhou Dao's favorite was the buns from the old Wu family.

Although his stuffing is a bit special, both Ha Shiqi and Zhou Dao taste very appetizing.

After coming and going, Zhou Dao and Lao Wu also became familiar with each other.

Sometimes, the old martial artist would deliver the steamed stuffed buns himself, but except for Zhou Dao and Ha Shiqi, others seemed not interested.

After all, Lao Wu's steamed stuffed bun shop offered [Six Fierce Coins], and it was normal for no one to patronize him. In contrast, Zhou Dao became his bosom friend, smelling the fragrance and knowing the buns.

"Hahaha!"

As soon as he entered the courtyard, Lao Wu heard a burst of shouting, he turned his head and saw that Qi Hao was practicing sword alone.

He concentrated on holding the sword in both hands, slashing vigorously, and the strong wind howled, and beads of sweat oozed from his forehead.

"What are you doing?" Lao Wugui walked over in a strange manner.

The sudden sound startled Qi Hao.

He turned his head to look at Lao Wu, asked about the scent that wafted, and recognized it.

This is the boss who delivers buns every day.

"I'm practicing sword!" Qi Hao continued, holding the sword in both hands, looking for the feeling.

"The commander-in-chief said that I need to train my mind and learn to restrain my emotions, so I need to practice my sword." Qi Hao said seriously.

He vaguely felt that there was a terrifying existence hidden in his body, and he had to control his emotions if he wanted to prevent him from doing whatever he wanted.

"Then you should practice swords!" Lao Wu said suddenly, lifting the bamboo basket.

"Knife!?"

Qi Hao was stunned, the sword is a gentleman's weapon, it can defeat the enemy, it can be used to conquer the country, and it is most suitable for sharpening one's character.

What is a knives?

Bloody slaughter, brave and ruthless, that is a pure killing tool.

Lao Wu shook his head: "The true meaning of a knife is not to kill, but to hide."

"Tibetan!?"

"Hide the knife in the sheath..."

Today's old Wu talked a lot. Looking at Qihao, he felt a sense of déjà vu in his heart. He always felt that this little guy was a bit like him, like him back then.

"Old Wu!"

After a long time, Zhou Dao came out from the house.

"Practice slowly." Lao Wu said casually, carrying the bamboo basket, turned and left.

Qi Hao looked at the figure of Lao Wu going away, and a strange color appeared on his small face.

"What a weird uncle."

"What are you talking about?" Zhou Dao raised his eyes, glanced at Qi Hao who continued to practice his sword, and turned to the old martial artist.

"Look at this little guy's fun, tease him."

Lao Wu put down the bamboo basket, uncovered the white cloth on it, the seductive aroma directly attracted Ha Shiqi from the backyard, stumbled all the way, damaged countless flowerpots, and came straight to the basket of buns.

"Your steamed stuffed bun is really delicious, you can't miss it." Zhou Dao couldn't help sighing.

In Zhou Dao's heart, the steamed stuffed buns of the old Wu family have far surpassed the old Wang steamed stuffed bun shop in Ping'an Town. They are addictive, and they really can't afford to eat.

"You are the first to say such a thing." Lao Wu shook his head.

This steamed stuffed bun was originally enshrined in [Six Fierce Coins]. Interested people and dogs like Zhou Dao and Ha Shiqi are really rare.

"Recently, there is a big funeral in Lin'an Prefecture, and your shop has little business..." Zhou Dao suddenly stopped while eating the steamed stuffed bun.

He almost forgot that Lao Wu's bun shop had no business at all.

He and Ha Shiqi are the only ones who eat his buns every day.

"King Huo Long is dead, but these days there are many important figures in Lin'an Mansion." Old Wu said softly.

The recent business is really not easy, there are many more demon slayer guards on the street.

For the last part of King Huo Long's journey, Yu Yaosi wanted to see him off in a dignified manner, and had a grand funeral, so naturally no deviation was allowed.

"I plan to close the shop for a while." Lao Wu said suddenly.

"Close the shop!?" Zhou Dao was stunned: "Then I won't be able to eat your buns."

"Hahaha, don't worry, it's only a few days' work." Lao Wu chuckled.

To be honest, he hasn't smiled for a long time.

"After a while, you will naturally be able to taste my craftsmanship."

"It's a deal." Zhou Dao picked up the buns and ate them.

...

It was late at night, and on Weiyang Street, the sound of a watch shift came from a distance, melodious and melodious, echoing in the silent night.

Only the shops on the corner of the street were still dimly lit.

Lao Wu packed up the chopping boards and drawers. He was going to close the shop for a period of time, and these things had to be put away in advance.

In the silent night, only he was still busy in the shop, and the work in his hands never stopped.

At this moment, there was a sound of footsteps on the deserted street.

A man dressed in fine clothes came from a distance. His clothes were luxurious, and his gestures could not conceal his nobility. At first glance, he was the master who was pampered and pampered in ordinary times. He was born in a noble and extraordinary way.

The man in Chinese clothes walked to the steamed stuffed bun shop, looked at Lao Wu who was busy inside, and suddenly bowed in salute.

"Master Wu, long time no see!!"

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