Chapter 91 Three Bowls of Yangchun Noodles
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Xiao Se and Sikong Qianluo 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 watch the fireworks display at the Lantern Festival every year. When I was a child, I was short and was always blocked. My father would put me on his shoulder." Sikong Qianluo said softly, "What about you, what are you thinking? "
Xiao Se laughed a little. "I'm thinking, if anyone from Lei Clan Fort knew that their gunpowder was used in this way, they would probably die of anger."
Sikong Qianluo also laughed and did not speak any more.
Over there, Lei Wujie tore a piece of rag from his own clothes and put it in front of him. Everyone who watched the fireworks display untied their pockets, and one by one, copper coins were thrown into the bowl. Before long, Lei Wujie had a small pile of copper coins in front of him. Lei Wujie smiled with joy, and Xiao Se shook his head slightly. "He's really someone who has never seen the world."
"You have seen the world, but you’re still hungry now." Sikong Qianluo said.
At this time, a girl holding a flower walked past them, looked at Sikong Qianluo and stopped. "Jiejie, you’re so pretty, let your husband buy you a flower."
Sikong Qianluo was taken aback, and shook her head. "I don't like flowers."
Xiao Se also froze for a moment, and whispered, "The main point here is the husband……"
"But you see, everyone here has flowers. Recently, we celebrated the Flower God Festival in Jiuxiao City. Girls here have the custom of arranging flowers." The flower girl stared at them with a pair of watery eyes and refused to go.
Sikong Qianluo was about to speak, but Xiao Se took a step forward, took a camellia from the flower girl, turned around and inserted the flower in Sikong Qianluo's hair bun.
"We should follow the local custom. Also, it counts as asking the Flower God to protect us." Xiao Se said.
Sikong Qianluo was highly skilled in martial arts, yet she did not avoid Xiao Se’s statement underplaying their abilities. She was stunned for a moment, 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, and was slightly surprised at himself.
"Excuse me…" the flower girl whispered fiercely.
Xiao Se came back to his senses. "What is it?"
The flower girl looked pitiful. "Young master, you haven't paid yet…"
Xiao Se felt that time seemed to freeze in an instant, and the confident and self-satisfied aura he emitted vanished completely, leaving only a stiff and awkward smile on his face.
"Looks like no money is the main point." Xiao Se gave a wry smile.
"Catch." A candid voice called over. The flower girl hurriedly turned her head, and a copper coin landed firmly on her flowers.
"Take it." Lei Wujie, who was sitting on the ground, looked over with a smile.
The flower girl nodded immediately, turned and ran off.
Then, Lei Wujie stood up and suddenly he pushed out his hands, and a spark unfolded in his hands, and he jumped onto the roof eaves in one leap.
"That’s some skill!" The big man who had been performing with the boulder on his chest couldn't help but exclaim.
Lei Wujie pulled a ball of fire in his hands, and smiled at Xiao Se downstairs.
"What’s he laughing at?" Sikong Qianluo asked.
"He’s always giggling, who knows what he’s laughing about." Xiao Se shrugged.
Suddenly, Lei Wujie shook his sleeves, and the spark burst open. He jumped up and danced on the eaves. His red clothes rolled, sparks scattered, and he was even more magnificent than the fireworks that burst in the sky earlier.
"Is he… an immortal?" A child on the street opened his mouth wide in amazement.
"It's the Ruoyi sword dance. That day, at the Full Blossom Festival, Ye Ruoyi taught him this dance." Xiao Se said.
Lei Wujie suddenly jumped down again and the spark in his hand appeared like a long dragon. He landed on the ground and flicked his sleeve. The spark finally launched into the sky and burst open.
"Xiao Se, we will not die." Lei Wujie said seriously.
"If you continue showing off like this, then everyone within a hundred miles will know that there is a Lei Clan disciple here setting off fireworks. Then, even if we don’t want to die, we will die." Xiao Se drawled lazily.
Lei Wujie smiled, turned around, collected the pile of copper coins from the ground, and walked up to a restaurant with a smile. "Let’s go. Let’s not talk of death. I’ll treat you to a good meal. This time, I'm the rich one."
The waiter in the restaurant hurried to greet him with a look of admiration. "Master heroes, what would you like?"
Lei Wujie immediately cheered up. "Heroes? Do I look like a hero?"
The waiter nodded immediately. "That's the true style of a hero!"
"Great! Let's have three bowls of Yangchun noodles and three bowls of local homebrew!" Lei Wujie said boldly.
The waiter’s expression fell immediately. Seeing that Lei Wujie was serious, he could only answer and walk away, muttering, "What kind of hero is this… stingy bum!"
Xiao Se and Sikong Qianluo almost wanted to turn their backs on him, but their stomachs were empty and Yangchun noodles were noodles anyway, so they could only sit down in front of Lei Wujie with a frozen smile.
Seeing their looks, Lei Wujie sighed. "Oh, don't be like this. Our next destination is far away, and we only have this money. We need to be frugal. I’ve run out of gunpowder, so there’s no more fireworks to put on. And…"
"Shut up!" Xiao Se glared at him.
Lei Wujie shut his mouth immediately, just as the waiter brought them their noodles. He held up the bowl immediately, and started eating with loud slurps. Xiao Se and Sikong Qianluo also picked up their chopsticks, and the three of them ate their noodles in silence.
"It's delicious. All full and ready to get on the road again." Lei Wujie noticed the air of awkwardness and said again.
"Shut up!" Xiao Se knocked on the table. All full and ready to get on the road again, is what you say to a criminal before their execution.
Lei Wujie hurriedly lowered his head to continue eating noodles, but realised that all his noodles were gone. So, he could only pick up the bowl of local homebrew on the side and he prepared to tip his head and drink it all at once. Suddenly a hand stopped him.
Both Lei Wujie and Sikong Qianluo were shocked. This person was able to approach them in complete silence. They'd noticed the approach of this person only when one hand was placed on Lei Wujie's hand.
Hidden River!
Lei Wujie immediately withdrew his hand and reached back to grab the other, but his hand passed through air. The man already took a wine cup, raised his hand, and said quietly, "As far as this hand is concerned, Lei Wujie, you are still a little too weak."
The voice was somewhat familiar.
Lei Wujie and Sikong Qianluo raised their heads and looked carefully. They immediately turned pale with shock.
That person was dressed in black, with a bit of teasing on his face, and a pair of eyes that showed "the head disciple of a large and famous sect" - Tang Lian.
"Da-shixiong——" Lei Wujie dragged out his word, the feeling of meeting an old friend from his hometown, reunited after a long separation, and the arrival of a saviour all filled up his heart.
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