The next day, morning.

Liu Sanbian came to Boyun Villa again and asked Gao Yi about the processing of Zhao Rong and Su Xiaoxiao's customs clearance documents.

After receiving the reply that everything had been arranged and they would be sent away today, Liu Sanbian turned around and left without staying.

In the lobby, Gao Yi stood with his hands behind his back and watched Liu Sanbian leave.

He stood still, his eyes cast towards the magnificent city in the distance whose outlines could be vaguely seen.

That was the core center of the Wei Dynasty.

Gao Yi was silent for a while, then he tilted his head slightly and said to an old servant who was walking silently behind him:

"We will send those two guests off today."

"Yes, Master."

He paused for a moment and added.

"Yes, we are leaving Wei."

"Yes, Master."

…

Lord of Boyun Mountain.

A pavilion stands by the lake surrounded by willows.

There was a person in the pavilion at this time.

Su Xiaoxiao knelt on the seat in the pavilion with her legs and her upper body leaning on the railing.

She looked down at the carp swimming in the lake, pursed her pink lips, and her narrow fox eyes widened slightly, with a concentrated expression.

She put one hand in front of her chest and raised the other hand, scattering the feed in her hand, a little to the left and a little to the right.

As soon as the feed fell into the lake, red and white carp jumped out, scrambling for it.

The little fox demon was having a lot of fun.

At this time, a young scholar carrying a book box strode in from outside the pavilion, came to her side, and pulled her ponytail.

"Let's go."

"oh oh."

Su Xiaoxiao nodded in response, but did not turn around immediately. She suddenly opened her hands full of feed.

She widened her eyes and glared at the "boiling" lake, straightened up, raised the corners of her mouth and clapped her hands, then picked up a small bookcase beside her and trotted to catch up with Zhao Rong who had already walked away.

"Where did you go just now?"

Zhao Rong pondered for a moment, "I met Brother Sanbian."

"He left, I haven't seen him for two days."

"I don't know. He came back once, but left right away. Maybe he knew we were leaving today, so he came back to check on us."

"Where are we going now? Didn't we hear the person who delivered the food this morning tell us to wait in the pavilion and have someone to take us away?"

"No need to wait, let's go now."

"oh."

Su Xiaoxiao responded and didn't ask any more questions.

The young scholar thought about it and glanced at the little fox demon.

"Brother Sanbian hasn't gone far yet."

…

After leaving Boyun Villa, Liu Sanbian went down the mountain and headed towards Liangjing.

On the way, he walked neither fast nor slow.

He even stopped to talk to the proprietress, who was no longer middle-aged and was attracting customers to peek at her, when he passed by an open-air tavern where he used to drink on credit when he was young.

Ask the store whether the Qingzhu wine is still three cents per ounce.

Liu Sanbian walked and stopped along the way.

He knew there were two people following him from a distance, but he didn't care because he knew that person knew his limits.

Liu Sanbian entered Liangjing City.

Through the bustling crowd.

Following the familiar yet unfamiliar memories, I came to an open-air noodle restaurant.

He threw down a few coins and ordered a bowl of noodles.

Liu Sanbian subconsciously turned left and came to a greasy table in the southwest corner. He sat on the bench on the right without hesitation and waited quietly.

He lowered his head slightly, his eyes drawn to something next to the stool across the table.

It was an old wooden board covering the ground.

The entire open-air noodle shop has a gravel floor, except for that place where a wooden board is laid.

The wooden planks were already filthy and covered with footprints, having been trampled on by countless customers eating noodles.

Liu Sanbian was a little distracted.

In fact, when he first learned of the passing of his loved ones in Yunshui Cave, he did not feel sad.

The hand holding the letter did not suddenly exert force or loosen its grip.

Nothing that made one feel overwhelmed or upset came out of those sinister eyes without any warning.

Even when he was reading the letter from home, he only calmly glanced at the line that announced his father's death.

Then he read the letter at a moderate speed.

There are no memories like a storm, no feelings like the sky is dark and the earth is dim.

Everything is very ordinary.

The scenery of Yunshui Cave is still beautiful, and the warm afternoon sun is still leisurely.

At that time, he just lowered his head and folded the letter carefully, with the smile on his face when he just opened the letter still lingering.

After that, he went about his daily routine as usual.

Teach those kids how to box and listen to the boys at home report on their studies at school.

Eat, practice boxing, drink, and sleep.

Eat, practice boxing, drink, and sleep.

Eat, practice boxing, drink, and sleep.

…

But one day later.

He fell into a deep sleep in the afternoon.

Wake up naturally again.

When he opened his eyes, he saw the green basket swaying in the wind outside the window.

He suddenly stood up and began to pack his bags.

He thought he had to go back and take a look.

…

The elderly noodle shop owner brought the hot noodles to the table.

Liu Sanbian took out two chopsticks, tapped them lightly on the tabletop while they were upright, and then turned them over.

He blew lightly at the hot noodles that had just come out of the pot, and did not eat the noodles immediately. Instead, he picked out the beef on the noodles and ate it first. Then he picked out two spoonfuls of chili oil from the small condiments on the table, poured it evenly on the noodles in circles, and stirred the noodles twice with chopsticks.

After that, he was busy again before he started eating.

This skillful operation made the noodle shop owner who was about to leave pause.

"Hey, old customer, did you come here often before? Why don't I have any impression of you? Look at my memory..."

Liu Sanbian just ate his noodles without answering.

"Alas, business has been bad in the past six months, and regular customers are even rarer. This way of eating, sir, was taught to customers when the old man first opened the restaurant more than ten years ago. Later, many people found it troublesome, so he stopped teaching."

Liu Sanbian continued to eat noodles quietly.

The noodle shop owner grabbed the towel from his neck and wiped the sweat off his face. "The last person who ate noodles like this was Old Liu half a year ago... Alas."

The noodle shop owner shook his head and left halfway through his speech.

After a while, Liu Sanbian finished a bowl of noodles. He ordered another bowl and continued eating.

After that, it was one bowl after another.

It seems like I want to eat until the noodle shop closes.

Just about an hour later, there was a sudden noise on the street where the noodle shop was located.

Then there were two more gong sounds, as if it was a secret signal that had been agreed upon.

The whole street was suddenly in an uproar.

"The little ancestor is here, hurry up and leave, hurry up and leave!"

"Go, go, the guests don't want to eat anymore."

"Wait a minute, give the chopsticks back!"

"Hey, you haven't paid yet!"

People on the street were like ants on hot pot, fleeing in panic.

The same is true for the open-air noodle restaurant where Liu Sanbian works.

The noodle shop owner hurriedly urged the customers to leave.

"Everyone, follow the old rules. Hurry and leave. Don't run into that evil young man. He sleeps in the brothel until noon every day and has to pass by our street. It's also the time when he is most irritable. Don't get in his way, or you'll end up in trouble."

The noodle shop's business has plummeted since the unlucky incident half a year ago. However, it has some advantages now, as there are fewer customers.

But just as the noodle shop owner breathed a sigh of relief, his eyelids twitched when he took a quick glance.

Because at this time, in the southwest corner of the noodle stall, a lonely figure was still eating noodles, oblivious to the movement around him.

In particular, the place where he was located was exactly where the accident happened half a year ago.

The noodle shop owner felt something was wrong.

He turned around and looked around the almost empty street, gritted his teeth, and hurried towards the customer.

"Stop eating and run!"

The noodle shop owner shouted in a low voice.

Upon hearing this, Liu Sanbian put down his chopsticks and the empty bowl of noodles.

The noodle shop owner felt relieved a little, "Yes, yes, yes, hurry up..."

But the next second, the noodle shop owner's heart skipped a beat.

"Another bowl."

The voice is flat.

A few pieces of silver bounced on the table.

The noodle shop owner glared at me, turned around and ran away without saying a word, without staying any longer.

Crazy, crazy.