"Okay! Okay! Okay!"

The man was eating and shouting, already amazed by this dish.

"Is there any explanation for this? It's just...name, what's the name?"

Wang Jun said: "The name of this dish is the recipe that I learned by chance. According to legend, in the more ancient times, a certain beggar was good at catching pheasants, but the beggar was not popular with others, and he was very poor, so he never had anything to cook with.

Utensils, so he found another way and came up with such a method, and beggars were also called beggars in that place, so this dish got its name - beggar's chicken."

The homeless man said: "Awesome, really awesome. Does that beggar have a name?"

"It's been a long time, and some things have not been handed down." Wang Jun cursed in his heart, and I just said it casually, as if that was what happened.

He himself couldn’t remember clearly, but he remembered that it was probably related to beggars, so the dish was named Huaji.

"Hmm." The wanderer was obviously an old man. After suddenly eating such delicious food, he couldn't control his tongue and no longer concealed his voice.

There was a bang, and in the darkness in the distance, a figure appeared, leaning against a crooked tree.

He happened to be standing at the limit of Wang Jun's sight.

I can see the general attire, but I can't see the specific appearance.

What Wang Jun saw was that this man was dressed in black and gray clothing and had a metal hat on his head.

The moonlight is like frost, illuminating the sharp blade on the outer edge of the bamboo hat.

There are 18 pieces in total, which are circled three times, 3 inside, 6 in the middle, and 9 outside, arranged in layers, like a lotus.

His legs were leaning on a wooden stick, and he was holding huge "chicken wings" in both hands, gnawing on them with great pleasure.

Chew, swallow, and from time to time lift the clay pot and drink the amber wine.

Seeing the wooden stick, Sun Buwu raised his eyebrows and lowered his voice: "I seem to know who he is."

"This is a madman, a madman wandering in the wilderness, no one knows his name."

"His eyes have never been opened, and I don't know if he is blind. His behavior is even more crazy and unruly, with no rules at all."

"The metal hat worn on the head is a special weapon that can be used for long-distance attacks. The wooden staff on hand has a built-in blade. It is actually a long sword. This sword is called Tingfeng."

Li Xuanchen said: "Ah? Brother Wu, where did you get the news? Is it reliable?"

Sun Buwu exhaled a breath, his expression became more solemn, "It's reliable, but our situation may be a bit bad."

"How do you say that?" Feng Xiao clenched his hands into fists and touched each other.

Sun Buwu's eyelids twitched slightly, and he said with a wry smile: "Because when I met him, he was challenging my old man. This guy is not an ordinary transcendent, but a pure warrior. Like my old man, he practices martial arts.

A supreme figure who has stepped into the extraordinary.”

Li Xuanchen rolled his eyes and looked at Feng Xiao, "A crow's mouth!!!"

Feng Xiao glared at Li Xuanchen, turned around and asked, "How strong is he specifically? He shouldn't be at level 5, right? Otherwise, there would be no way his name would not be on the list of demigods."

"He is indeed not level 5. He seems to have other ambitions." Sun Buwu said: "However, I don't need to say more about how strong a level 4 person who can walk in the wilderness and darkness at will is."

"Who is stronger, him or my master?" Li Xuanchen hurriedly asked with fear running down his spine.

Sun Buwu said: "I don't know, he can compete with my old man, how can I judge his depth?"

Feng Xiao frowned deeply and clenched his fists tighter and tighter.

After listening to Sun Buwu's explanation, Wang Jun immediately understood that the vines that appeared before were not some extraordinary means. No wonder he couldn't see the clues.

That vine was probably a whip made by the wanderer, but when used, it was too strong and too fast, and it was no less powerful than extraordinary strength.

"Now you know you're afraid?" The madman grinned, and there seemed to be a hint of joking in his hoarse voice.

Sun, Li, and Feng quietly moved to protect Wang Jun.

Sun Buwu said: "I will stop him later. You just drive away and don't look back."

"If you can't stop me, you have to count me in." There was a slight tremor in Feng Xiao's voice, which seemed to be 70% excitement and 30% fear.

He was afraid, but he launched a challenge with a trembling body, like a moth flying into a flame, unable to retreat until death.

Slowly touching the scars on her face with her left hand, she remembered the oath she made to her dead comrades in her heart - from now on, she will never back down from the enemy again! She will never lie under the corpses of her comrades and live an ignoble life again!

Li Xuanchen struggled with his eyes, thought for a long time, and said: "We will advance together and retreat together, I, I will stay. Ajun, you..."

"Don't, Brother Chen, Brother Wu, Sister Xiao, don't act like you need to part ways, okay?"

Wang Jun's palm patted the three people's shoulders in succession.

The three of them were all stunned, wondering what Wang Jun meant and where he got the confidence.

He once fought against Mr. Sun and wandered the wilderness at night. No matter which trait he possessed, it was enough to show how strong this person was—invincible!

He picked up the clay pot on the ground, opened the lid, took a sip of the fragrance of the wine, and said:

"He came to beg for meat, and I gave it to him, and he returned it with a jug of wine. Even though it was the first time we met like this, wouldn't we already be friends?"

Feng Xiao frowned and looked serious, "In the wilderness, trusting others is the way to death."

"The lid is as old as before, and the hair is as old as new." Wang Jun shook his head and raised the pottery pot.

Tons tons tons tons tons~~~~

The amber wine poured down like a waterfall. Wang Jun opened his mouth wide and his Adam's apple twitched repeatedly.

"Hahahaha, young man, well said, drink better."

The wanderer raised the clay pot and imitated Wang Jun's example, drinking freely.

Tons tons tons tons tons~~~~

After a while, Wang Jun and the wanderer put down the clay pot together.

After a wine burp, Wang Jun gave a thumbs up through the darkness of the night.

"The entrance is like cold water, the lower belly is like burning fire, the first taste is slightly bitter, and the bitter aftertaste is sweet, just like a drunken dream in life, good wine!"

Li Xuanchen exclaimed: "Ajun, you..."

Sun Buwu covered Li Xuanchen's mouth and shook his head to signal - don't say much, let Wang Jun handle it.

"Good wine should be paired with a good man," the wanderer's voice was hoarse, containing memories, "I did not send this wine to the wrong person."

After a brief pause, he said: "The meat you grilled is delicious, let's go!"

Wang Jun chopped off hundreds of kilograms of roasted bird legs with a knife and threw them in the direction of the sound.

The long whip made of vines rolled up the roasted bird's legs and hung in the air without taking it back.

The wanderer looked back and asked, "What do you mean?"
Chapter completed!