"Grandpa, in the middle of the night..."
"What’s wrong with the middle of the night? The night frost is cold, the fire is burning hot, it’s the perfect ti to cook chicken and slaughter sheep. I love eating what’s cooked at midnight!"
Listening to the voice inside, Li Yan suddenly froze.
Then, a cold sweat rose on his back.
He finally rembered who owned that voice.
Outside Wanzhou City, Chengdu Hero, outside Tiansheng City, Golden Bow and Silver Bullet!
Thinking of this, Li Yan couldn’t help but feel his scalp tingle.
This "Chengdu Hero" is suspected to be the reincarnation of the true god Erlang, a fact he wouldn’t believe if he hadn’t heard it in the Yin Bureau.
After all, this is a god ford from the faith of the people.
Being conscious is strange enough.
Being able to reincarnate as a human is even beyond comprehension.
But Li Yan only paused for a mont, then boldly walked towards the at shop.
Knock knock knock! The rusty iron ring on the door was struck.
"Grandpa, please wait, there’s a guest."
A rough yet aggrieved voice was heard inside, then the door opened and out ca a burly man, eyes like copper bells, and dense whiskers growing on his face, with a greasy stench coming off him.
"Is it the beggar? I’m here to see the uncooked at."
Li Yan remained calm and uttered the preset code.
"Young Hero, you’re finally here!"
The man’s eyes imdiately lit up upon hearing this, and he looked as if he had t his savior, bowing eagerly and ushering him into the small courtyard with excitent.
There was already a large pot set up in the courtyard.
A blazing bonfire under the pot, two n, one tall and one thin, crouched nearby to fan the flas, their faces flushed red, filled with indignation and grievance.
The pot was filled to the brim with lamb stew.
Nearby were so skinned sheep hides, seemingly from two slaughtered sheep.
And the "Chengdu Hero" had changed his attire, now dressed in a black samurai robe, wearing auspicious cloud bull-leather boots with copper nails, sleeves rolled up holding a curved knife, one foot on a stool.
He cut the at with his knife, drank heartily from a jar, eating joyfully.
Du Ping was at a second-floor window, watching nervously through a crack.
Seeing this, Li Yan’s suspicions grew stronger.
It was believed that Erlang God loved eating lamb.
Lamb was one of the three sacrificial animals, appearing in rituals wasn’t odd, but folklore says the true god Erlang exceptionally favored this dish.
Thus, every year on February 4th, the people of Shu would sacrifice a sheep to the God of Guan Kou, and after the ceremony, they would make soup and share the lamb with others.
It’s said that eating this lamb would make one as courageous as Erlang.
How grand is this spectacle?
According to "Yijian Records", those making a wish must slaughter a sheep, reaching as many as ten thousand in one year. That is to say, thousands of sheep would be slaughtered simultaneously, and the sheep bones piled up like a mountain.
It seems this hobby hasn’t changed since reincarnation.
With certainty in his heart, Li Yan smiled slightly, and prepared to strike up a conversation.
The greatest opportunity in Shu would very likely fall upon this person.
"Young Hero Li, it’s him!"
Before he could speak, the big man beside him pointed to the opposite and said angrily: "This person suddenly showed up last night, using demon art, he forced us to kill sheep and cook at for him to eat. He’s eaten two whole sheep now, he must be a demon!"
With a look of pride, he exclaid: "Kid, you’re dead. Do you know who this is? His na, if said, would scare you..."
"Nonsense!"
Li Yan’s facial expression twitched as he hurriedly stopped him.
Such an insidious kid, almost got into trouble.
He forced a smile on his face, stepped forward respectfully, and saluted: "Brother, we et again, a pleasure indeed."
"Oh~"
The "Chengdu Hero" continued eating and drinking, first puzzled upon seeing him, then nodded: "So it’s you, indeed pleasing."
Then he glanced around, "It seems this is your stall, don’t worry, I was just driven by hunger, casually finding a place to eat."
"Silver won’t be short, I’ll leave after I’m satisfied."
With that, he continued eating and drinking freely.
Apparently, it was indeed a chance encounter...
Li Yan felt a bit disappointed.
I thought he recognized my uniqueness, specifically waiting for .
Though mistaken, he wouldn’t let the chance slip by.
"No problem."
Li Yan squinted, gave a signal to the man to step away, then stepped forward to the table, "Brother seems extraordinary, since it’s fate, shall I join you for a drink?"
Chengdu Hero paused, then laughed heartily, "Good, I was worried about the loneliness of eating alone, do you know Jianghu Fist?"
Li Yan smiled and said: "The Jianghu Fist of Shu? I’ve just learned it."
"That’s great!"
The Chengdu Hero imdiately grabbed a nearby earthen bowl, filled it heavily for him, and extended his hand.
Li Yan also extended his hand for a shake, a smile spread across his face.
However, a doubt arose in his heart.
Whether in Wanzhou or here, using Divine Skills to probe, he found no peculiarities in the other.
This wasn’t odd.
After all, their position was as "Lord of Sichuan," definitely possessing the "National Sacrificial Divine Artifact."
But even in such close contact, feeling nothing, then it’s likely unrelated to the artifact.
Or, is the other really just an ordinary person?
Li Yan harbored doubts but remained composed, suddenly giving a thumbs-up, shouting: "A heartfelt toast to you!"
The other mirrored him but shouted "A thousand years of intoxication."
This is the Jianghu Fist of Shu, known as "Jianghu Fist."
To point with a right hand represents one, two fingers represent two, and so on, a full open palm ans five, a fist indicates zero.
But when punching in Shu, there’s a unique feature.
Except when indicating zero, regardless of the number, the thumb must stand erect, commonly known as "Unfallen Pillar."
The number shouted must be greater than the number shown with their hands, or it’s "covering the punch," leading to penalty drinks.
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