Li Bufu and his group had already crossed the Yellow River.

There is another one in their "Phoenix Wonton" team selling wontons.

Ding Mian also carried a large bag of things on his back and walked in front of him. Although he was reluctant to sell wontons with Li Bufu, after Li Bufu invited him, he did not dare to shirk it, so he had to agree.

After crossing the Yellow River, the four of them walked south again.

Lan Fenghuang originally wanted to go to Fujian to see what the "Fuwei Escort Agency" looks like now, but Li Bufu was unwilling to cause trouble, so he did not go southeast, but instead headed southwest.

Li Bufu thought of a fun thing - that is, their group walked from north to south, and then went to Yongzhou to find Qu Feiyan to invite her to eat wontons, which surprised her!

——Qu Feiyan once explained to Li Bufu that she planned to go back to the Sunrise Inn and find the owner.

Later, after Li Bufu pulled Lan Fenghuang and left without hesitation, Qu Feiyan naturally had no contact with them. But Li Bufu speculated that Qu Feiyan probably went back to the "Sunrise Inn" himself.

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Sunrise Inn.

Li Bufu and his group sold wontons all the way. It was already the New Year's Day. They came here until February, but they didn't see Qu Feiyan's people.

After they asked around, they found out that Qu Feiyan went to a school.

So the four of them went to the school to look for Qu Feiyan again, and she was actually sitting in the school to listen to the class.

"The bright moonlight in front of the bed is suspected to be frost on the ground."

"Look up at the bright moon, and look down on my hometown."

In a very dilapidated house, there was wind leaking from all sides, which was very frozen, but there were still a few school children sitting scattered in the house, and Qu Feiyan was also among them.

On the stage, an old man with blurred eyes and his head chanting poems was teaching a poem by Li Bai.

Qu Feiyan is very smart. She can learn these things as soon as she learns them, and she has long been memorizing them thoroughly.

But she still had to sit here honestly, listening to the old man interpreting the poem over and over again, she was very bored.

Because this old man's knowledge is really limited, he will not have many other poems except for his familiarity with the Analects of Confucius.

So every time he comes to poetry class, he can only read the few poems he knows over and over again.

"The bright moonlight in front of the bed is suspected to be frost on the ground..."

Lan Fenghuang was listening to the sound of books in the classroom outside and couldn't help but say, "Don't you let it go, do you remember a scholar who wrote a long fu for me with a thousand words, but I can't understand a single word?"

Li Bufu said: "Of course I remember that you threw that scholar into the Yellow River later."

Lan Fenghuang smiled and sighed: "We have never studied any books since we were young. If we learn more knowledge like these children, the world will be a little different in their eyes."

"Um......"

Li Bufu thoughtfully and nodded.

"Looking up at the bright moon..."

When Li Bufu heard the old man recite this poem for the thirteenth time, he suddenly shouted: "Down and drink noodle soup!"

The sound was extremely loud, and it sounded in this dilapidated house, like thunder, the mountain collapsed, and it was almost shattered!

The old man who was reciting poetry on the stage was frightened by the sound, his body became soft and he almost hid under the table.

"I've eaten wontons!"

But those schoolchildren looked back and saw that Li Bufu was carrying the wonton load, and the water in the load was steamed and steamed. It was a pot of scalding water that could be used to cook wonton.

The school children burst into laughter, and while laughing, they stared at the wontons, very greedy.

Li Bufu said, "Everyone is here, I'll treat you to wontons!"

The old man then realized that Li Bufu was a small vendor who sold wontons to the school.

He understood and was furious in an instant, saying, "This is the Saints Academy, how can you let you make trouble like this?"

Li Bufu kept putting the wontons in his hand, saying, "When the saint saw my wontons, he couldn't help but eat a bowl of them!"

The old man was so angry that he blew his beard and stared at him. His few sparse hair was about to stand up. He pointed at Li Bufu and said, "You...what is the broken child of a family? You insulted the saints, you disturbed the classroom, and went to call your parents here. I want to tell them well!"

He seemed to be a little confused by being angry, and even treated Li Bufu as his student to teach him a lesson!

Li Bufu replied, "I'm very sorry. My parents, my master, and my elders, all the damn die. Some of them are not dead, but you may not be able to see them."

The old man was so angry that he trembled all over and cursed: "You have no tutor, a child like you..."

Qu Feiyan saw the gentleman angry and said something bad, and immediately felt something was wrong and wanted to hold on to the gentleman.

But it was too late, and the old man had already kicked the wonton load!

Bang!

The burden was overturned, hot water spilled all over the floor, and all the wontons were poured onto the ground.

This incident not only scared the children and Qu Feiyan, but even Ding Mian and He Sanqi, who were standing not far away, were shocked.

Lan Fenghuang was holding the wonton bowl in her hand and was distributing wonton soup to a child, obviously very surprised.

——These people are all martial arts masters, so of course they can stop the old man from kicking over the wonton bun.

——None of them stepped forward to take action, of course because they thought that with Li Bufu, it was impossible for the old man to really destroy anything.

But Li Bufu didn't even take action to stop him.

The water was still hot on the ground, and the undercooked wontons were scattered around, wrapped in dirty mud.

There was a child who looked reluctant and wanted to pick up a piece of wonton, but was stopped by Li Bufu.

Li Bufu said, "This is already dirty and can't be eaten anymore."

The child said, "But...but...this is a waste."

Li Bufu said: "It doesn't matter, the wontons are gone, and you can still pack them again."

At this time, Ding Mian and He Sanqi also rushed over.

Ding Mian's fat face showed a fierce look. He looked at the old man fiercely and asked with a raised voice: "What are you teaching you, what are you doing to destroy our business!"

When the old man saw Ding Mian's cruel look, he lost his anger as before and said, "You... you shouldn't have sold wontons to my school, as this will affect my class!"

Ding Mian stretched out his big hand, slapped the wall with a palm, and said, "Is it important to go to class or to eat? People will die if they don't eat. Will they not go to class?"

He slapped it with a palm, which naturally left some force, but he still made the simplicity of the house shake.

The children in the house saw the house shaking and panicked, and ran out of the house one after another.

The old man realized that he had been involved in someone who was not easy to mess with, so he quickly left the school and said noddedly: "How much does your wonton load cost? I will pay you one... I will pay you one."

Ding Mian looked at Li Bufu and waited for him to make a decision.

Li Bufu murmured, "If this wonton stall is smashed, you can do it again; if the school is demolished, can you also repair one more?"

Ding Mian looked confused and didn't quite understand what Li Bufu meant.

But when Li Bufu saw that all the children in the school had gone out, he suddenly slapped a wall with a palm!

Bang!

The house shaking and the walls fell down!

"ah!"

A group of children screamed, and the old man seemed frightened!

Li Bufu repeatedly broke up the already messy school clean.

As the roof finally stepped down, Li Bufu finally patted the dust on his body and said, "If this school is gone, let's build another bigger and better!"
Chapter completed!