After that night of siege, Ning Yutang seemed to have suddenly returned to peace, as if he had never participated in anything.

Not only that, he also had no contact with Nalan Changfeng and Ding Shoufang at all. At most, he only arranged for Duan Laosan to come out and make contact.

Three days later, an explosive news broke out in Shencheng instantly, and all kinds of pedestrians walking on the road or people sitting in the streets and alleys carefully whispered: "Long Jiutian, the leader of the Qinggang, died of serious injuries. Three days later

A mourning hall was set up in the former Waihai Massage City to wait for condolences.

"After experiencing the impact of Nalan Changfeng, Ning Yutang and others, the Waihai Massage City has been closed for renovation in recent days, as low-key as a defeated rooster. When people in Shencheng turned their attention to it again following the rumors,

While here, the Waihai Massage City is still closed.

When he learned the news, Ning Yutang was writing a song called "Little Heavy Mountain" by Yue Wumu.

I want to express my thoughts to the Yao Qin, but I have few close friends. Who will listen to the broken string? After writing the last word, the best wolf hair was thrown out by Ning Yutang like a pair of worn shoes. He snorted softly and said: "This is the last time I couldn't hold it back."

Are you staying?"

In Ning Yutang's mind, this is the main reason why he has not taken any action in the past few days. After all, Shencheng is Long Jiutian's territory. If Long Jiutian, who was born and raised here and has been fighting for decades, really wants to hide, he must

Hard to find.

It's better to wait. After all, as the leader of the world and having suffered such a big loss, Long Jiutian will definitely not give up and will definitely regain his position. Compared with his stability, Ding Shoufang and Nalan Changfeng are very anxious. According to

Ning Yutang knew about Long Jiutian. If he really wanted revenge, he would definitely attack the weak ones first. After all, if he were to attack him and was delayed, Ding Shoufang and Nalan Changfeng would form an encirclement.

This kind of waiting is boring and long, but this kind of waiting is also beneficial. Ding Shoufang and Nalan Changfeng can completely become his barrier, and he has already set up many back-ups, waiting for Long Jiutian to come back

After joining the martial arts world, he can reap the benefits of being a fisherman.

However, what I didn't expect was the news that Long Jiutian had died of serious injuries.

Died from serious injuries? Ning Yutang shook his head. Even a three-year-old child probably wouldn't believe it. Since Long Jiutian didn't play his cards according to common sense, he naturally changed the situation to deal with it. Anyway, he was poking stupid dogs into the wall and killing Ding Shoufang and Nalan.

Just push Changfeng to the front and take the lead.

Sure enough, just as he thought, Ding Shoufang came to visit that night when he learned the news. This time, instead of avoiding him as usual, he took the initiative to welcome him outside and led him to the back garden.

There was a cool breeze blowing, and the trees were green and the flowers were fragrant. In the pavilion in the back garden, Ning Yutang asked Ding Shoufang and Nalan Changfeng who came with him to sit down, and said with a smile: "I have been busy planning the next step these days.

Action, so I have neglected you two. The weather is fine today and the breeze is intoxicating. Why don't we just drink and chat here here. In addition, Ning also takes this opportunity to apologize to you two and ask you to forgive Ning for your previous neglect."

Regardless of whether it is true or not, the words spoken in the scene are touching. Ding Shoufang quickly said with a smile: "Brother Ning's thinking is far-reaching, which is beyond the reach of a rough guy like me. Since Brother Ning has been planning for so many days, why not bring it up to me?"

Listen to Brother Nalan so that we can learn from it."

"That's right! What Ding Longtou said is absolutely true. Although Changfeng is a few years older than Brother Ning, he is far better than me in terms of his breasts and poems..."

Before Nalan Changfeng could finish speaking, Ning Yutang quickly interrupted with a smile: "Sit down, sit down, we finally got here, let's drink and chat, the wine is poor and the food is poor, so don't make jokes."

"

Seeing Ning Yutang's smiling face, Nalan Changfeng and Ding Shoufang secretly thought that Ning Yutang was looking down on them because they were too impatient. After regaining their normal composure, the three of them sat down in the pavilion.

A total of three dishes were placed on the stone table. Ding Shoufang looked at it and said to Nalan Changfeng with a smile: "Brother Nalan is so delicious. Looking at these three dishes, you can tell that Master Ning has put in a lot of effort..."

Seeing Ding Shoufang looking at the three small plates on the table, Ding Shoufang pointed to the snail in front of him and said: "This snail is a very famous snack in Shanghai. The snail is made from a large, plump, thick-headed longan snail."

, first use water to raise it for a few days, then stir-fry it with lard, add fennel, cinnamon and other substances and cook it for a while. Of course, this is not the point. The point is to add the aged glutinous rice at the end. It is absolutely delicious, taste one, taste one

.”

Seeing that Ding Shoufang was very eager, Nalan Changfeng picked one up and put the snail meat in his mouth. He felt that the meat was fresh and tender, the juice was mellow, and the taste was delicious. He immediately shouted "Hello". Then he pointed at the meat in front of Ding Shoufang.

Paigu asked: "Ding Dang's family, I wonder if the ribs are also very particular?"

Ding Shoufang smiled slightly and said, "This is more than just ribs. You can take a closer look."

As Nalan Changfeng leaned forward, Ding Shoufang continued: "This is also a famous food in Shanghai, called pork ribs rice cake."

Ning Yutang, who was next to him, smiled and nodded: "This pork rib rice cake is made from large pork ribs and small and thin rice cakes, which are cooked in oil and then cooked. You can try it."

At this moment, Nalan Changfeng also saw that the ribs were golden in color and looked very crispy. There were osmanthus, mint and other things on the side for decoration. Nalan Changfeng was not polite, he raised his chopsticks, picked up a piece and put it in his mouth.

, I suddenly felt that the pork ribs were extremely fragrant and tender.

Ding Shoufang said to him: "Don't eat the ribs, try the rice cake." Nalan Changfeng was curious, so he picked up another piece of rice cake and put it in his mouth. The rice cake could feel the fragrance of the gravy and the stickiness of glutinous rice.

tough.

Seeing Nalan Changfeng's expression of admiration, Ding Shoufang said with a smile: "This is my favorite thing to eat. In fact, the principle of stewing vermicelli with pork usually relies on gravy to enhance the flavor. It's just that the vermicelli is mixed with pork.

There are also different differences. The vermicelli will become very glutinous and soft after being cooked for a long time, while the rice cake will fully retain its own taste and texture."

At this moment, Ning Yutang said: "Yes, this is the essence of why it can become an exquisite side dish, and the pork stewed vermicelli can become a big pot dish."

"As for the last one, I won't say much more and leave some room for the master to show off." Ding Shoufang said to Ning Yutang with a smile.

Ning Yutang smiled slightly, pointed to the last plate and said: "This last snack is called Crab Shell Yellow. You can see that it is shaped like a crab shell. It is rich in oil but not greasy. The salty filling is fresh and the sugar filling is mellow. The outside is

It has a layer of sesame seeds stuck to it. An ancient person described it as 'smell the aroma before seeing the pastry shop, and the puff pastry will fall into your mouth'. It is also a major feature of our Shencheng."

The three of them started out eating the most common things for common people, drinking and laughing, and no one mentioned the incident about Ning Yutang who had just avoided seeing him. They were still irritable like ignorant teenagers, but suddenly transformed into sly and cunning old thieves.

At the end of the conversation, Ning Yutang mentioned it casually: "I heard that Waihai Massage City is welcoming guests again?"

Nalan Changfeng chuckled and said, "Brother Ning, do you have any ideas to renovate that place?"

Ning Yutang chuckled and said: "This idea is deeply rooted in my heart, but in comparison, I think death is not that easy, so I suggest that each of the three parties use some strength to continue the pursuit."

"That's not necessary. Since I'm paying tribute, I have to bow to Mr. Long on behalf of my elders. Although I'm not very familiar with him, I think I can recognize Mr. Long from a close distance."

Ning Yutang waited for him to speak, and immediately said with a smile: "Brother Shou Fang and I will cooperate fully."

Three days later, Waihai Massage City opened its doors. Green pines and cypresses and bright yellow chrysanthemums decorated the entire hall with an extremely solemn and solemn look. In the middle, a huge black and white photo of Long Jiutian was visited. On the photo, Long Jiutian was wearing a Chinese tunic suit and his eyes were wide.

Sharp.

And his influence was instantly demonstrated at this moment.

Although he has not been out of the mountain for a long time, he still received many condolences.

Long Sheng'er's eyes were filled with tears, and her eyes were as red as ripe peaches. She wore a mourning cloth and wrote an elegiac couplet: "The sword is fearless, and a night of wind and rain will eventually go away. The heart of the piano has words, and future generations will say that it has been accomplished for a thousand years."

Long Laojiu, who had been battling Zhao Xingshi and Uncle Fu for many days outside, rushed to the mourning hall.

All four of Long Jiutian's Five Element Guards arrived except Mu Zhizhou. Among them, Huo Qilin brazenly pulled out the infusion bottle from the hospital bed and rushed over.

The shop owners who were cared for by him collectively laid wreaths.

The weather was gloomy, with a misty gray color appearing in the sky. It even started to rain lightly.

Outside the door are young men coming from all over the place. Most of them are wearing black Chinese tunic suits, holding black umbrellas, and most of them have a white flower on their chest. Those with some status are allowed to walk in, bow, and go up.

A stick of incense.

The hundreds of people blocking the outside were all wearing black clothes and black umbrellas. The darkness was so dense that it darkened everyone's heart.

Inside the house was a decorated mourning hall. Shen You, Bai Qian, and Chen Qiushi stood nearby as mourners. The host was Gold Finger, with black gauze on his arms and white clothes. He held the ceremony with a heavy expression on his face.

As each ceremony was being performed, Long Sheng'er, who stood aside and burst into tears, followed his instructions and bowed from time to time in return.

At this moment, there was a chaotic noise outside the door. Shen You, who was standing aside, didn't raise his head. He just twitched his eyelids slightly and said in his heart: "What is supposed to come will finally come..."

The person maintaining order was Tu Chengyao. Seeing Golden Finger wink at him, he didn't say anything and signaled to the younger brother following him to move outside.

A minute later, a loud voice sounded outside the door: "Although I have come from afar, Mr. Long has always been my role model. I must offer him a stick of incense now! By the way, I also want to ask, Mr. Long's tribute."
Chapter completed!