Chen Bufan did not give in any more.

I don't want to force it, there is no need to do more.

Anyway, Chen Bufan will not let others suffer any losses.

The two sat down generously, the meal was simple, and life was simple.

I fryed a white radish stick and a bowl of cabbage, and it seemed that there were some slices of meat.

A bowl of beans and eggs were made with a porcelain basin.

The word "Teng" may be unfamiliar in some places and is common in the north.

"The food is not good, so please ask two of you to take care of it. I know you will come and let the old woman prepare more dishes."

"Often our bowl of beans is enough."

The old man said while pouring rice wine.

This is the case for most poor families.

Basic cabbage and radish in winter, or beans.

Young people may not know that in the past, every rural household had a soybean jar.

Very salty!

Add some watermelon peel or cabbage, and ferment a jar, which is basically a whole winter pickle.

When eating, put half a bowl of it, add chopped green onion and soybean oil, and it tastes good to stew it.

A meal can’t be eaten for seven or eight people.

“It’s already very good.”

Chen Bufan didn't care.

"Young man, aren't you very depressed?"

The old man picked up the wine glass and signaled Chen Bufan to follow.

"You guessed it right."

Chen Bufan acted as a pretentious move.

The two of them took a sip.

The home-made wine is strong, strong and has a bad taste.

Very aggressive.

"What I said is not false. Our village has been passed down through generations. You said it is both martial arts and foreigners, so it does not exist at all."

The old man shook his head.

"It's okay, then maybe we've made a mistake. I'll leave after I'll take a walk tomorrow."

"It's hard for you to leave. Look at this ghost weather, it won't stop overnight."

The old man looked at the heavy snow outside.

"Can you observe the celestial phenomena?"

"Hi, they are all old-fashioned styles. I believe that few of the older generation don't understand, so I know a little bit."

The old man said modestly.

"Don't just talk, eat food."

The old lady urged.

"good!"

The meal was a happy meal, like a family.

Chen Bufan didn't forget to inquire more at the dinner table, and the responses he received were unsatisfactory.

Nangong Xiaoxiao and Chen Bufan were arranged in the thatched hut to the east.

Not big, very dark, and quite clean.

The old couple had four rooms in total, and it was not suitable to sleep and rest in the main hall, so they had to be in the east.

The wooden beds of the two were very simple, high-legged, at least one meter, but fortunately they had two thick quilts.

"Girl, according to my opinion, this trip may be disappointed."

Chen Bufan put his hands under the back of his head, looked at the roof with his eyes, and made the worst plan in his heart.

"I feel this way, too."

Nangong Xiaoxiao said in a disappointed manner, "You won't blame me, are you?

The comparison location was provided by me, and I was confident."

"No! Just treat it as a trip."

"Chen Bufan, we estimate that we can't stay for too long, it's best to leave tomorrow."

"Didn't the old man say that the snow will keep falling?

It's not easy to rush."

"Hey, have you forgotten that there is a Seven Star Gate?

Don’t be afraid of ten thousand, just be afraid of what.”

"If they chase us here, it doesn't matter, but what if they don't care about it, what should they do if they kill the villagers?"

"In that case, we will bring them a disaster, a life and death."

"We are uneasy when doing this."

Nangong Xiaoxiao was frowning.

"Yes, I originally wanted to find out whereabouts of Gan Jiang and Mo Ye, so I used the Seven Star Gate to launch a large-scale attack, even killing people, and forcing the two sword masters to appear."

"Now it seems that I'm a little too cruel."

Chen Bufan revealed his original thoughts.

When I saw the two old men so kind and enthusiastic, I couldn't bear it.

In addition, I was not sure that the two sword masters were here, so I gave up the idea.

You cannot use the blood of innocent people to test uncertain things.

There are two great sword masters, and the Seven Star Gate is not enough to see.

What if not?

As investigated, there is no such two people at all. Wouldn't all the villagers be buried with them?

"Chen Bufan..."

"etc."

"Um?"

"Chen Bufan, does it seem that we are too unfamiliar?

Make it like an outsider.”

"What do you want?"

Nangong Xiaoxiao turned over and faced his sweetheart.

The candlelight flashes, and only the general outline can be seen.

Even if it is simple and vague, Nangong Xiaoxiao can feel the warmth in his heart and that faint happiness.

How great, he is by his side, without any interval.

"Why call me husband?"

"no."

Nangong Xiaoxiao shook his head, shyly unable to control himself, "I... we haven't gotten married, how can we shout nonsense?"

"Call me husband?"

"What is my husband?"

"Hair is long, but have short knowledge?"

My husband is a kind of love name for his lover.”

"Ahem, is that the same as my husband?"

"almost."

Chen Bufan admitted.

"no."
To be continued...