On the main road of the imperial capital.

The soldiers wearing armor led the way to block the people watching on both sides of the street. The people around were crowded with people, crowded with people and crowded, and the noise seemed to overturn the entire imperial capital.

Everyone was watching, looking at the city gate curiously and expectantly.

The autumn wind was bitter, and the rolled dead leaves whistled across the main road of the imperial capital. As the first team of people came into the city, the atmosphere in the imperial capital was filled with a sense of solemnity. The people around were silent, hundreds of flags were as red as blood, like the waves of blood, flying.

The army wearing iron armor walked firmly, step by step with a solemn sound of metal echoing in the imperial capital.

Among the soldiers, the leader was a middle-aged man with a helmet riding on the back of a blood-brown unicorn horse. His sharp eyes and knife-like face gave everyone a feeling of being in power.

This person is the number one master of the Qingfeng Empire, Xiao Meng, a blood-robed general who returned in triumphant victory in the sect.

The troops were long and narrow, and six prison vans made of fine steel were escorted in the team. The prison van was covered with bright red blood, and the pungent blood soared into the sky. The one who pulled the prison van was a sturdy and huge spiritual beast. Every step of the fall caused the ground to tremble.

The prisoners in the prison car lowered their heads and their breath was sluggish, but their identities were so prominent outside the frontier that they were shocking because they were the sixth hall masters of the Demon Sect outside the frontier and the Soul-Death Hall, each of whom had the terrible cultivation of the sixth-grade war emperor.

Each of them once stood tall and swayed the sky, but now they have become prisoners.

The sound of wheels running over the bluestone slabs in the imperial capital continued to resound. After experiencing the initial silence, the people burst into a terrifying cheer.

They always respond with the greatest enthusiasm for the soldiers who returned in triumph. Winning the battle will definitely be the best result. If the country is strong, the people will also be proud. This is the so-called sense of pride in the country.

The iron-blooded army remained unchanged in the face of the people's cheers, and was strictly disciplined and moved forward in an orderly manner. The goal pointed to it was the towering imperial palace.

Before the palace, there was a high platform in Tianxuanmen Square at some point, and colorful flags were inserted around it, fluttering with the autumn wind.

The palace guards arranged neatly and orderly, surrounding Tianxuan Gate to ensure order in the presence.

"Welcome General Xiao back triumphantly!"

As soon as the army entered Tianxuan Gate, the sharp voice of a eunuch resounded throughout the city with his true energy. It could be heard in almost every corner, and a burst of cheers broke out from the imperial capital again.

On the high platform, an old man in a dragon robe and black and white hair stood with a smile, his gentle eyes fell on the triumphant army and nodded constantly.

Not far from the old man, the prince Ji Cheng An stood leisurely in a python robe, and not far from the right were the handsome and handsome Yu Wang Ji Chengyu and the third prince Ji Chengxue.

The civil and military officials on both sides of the high platform stood up. Below the high platform, the Xiao family members looked forward happily, looking at the triumphant army slowly returning, and it was difficult to suppress their joy.

Xiao Meng took off his helmet, stepped onto the platform step by step, stood in front of the majestic emperor, knelt on one knee, clasped his fists and said, "I have not humiliated the sacred order, and over ten thousand people in the Soul Destroy Hall, killed more than hundreds of powerful people from the third-grade War Crazy Hall, captured the six hall masters alive, and returned triumphantly."

"Okay! OK! OK! I am the pillar of my Qingfeng to rule the country. With you, my country will be worry-free!"

Emperor Ji Changfeng laughed loudly and praised him without hesitation.

Soon, some rituals were carried out in an orderly manner, and everyone was meticulous and completed their respective work.

"The dust washing ceremony ended, and all the officials moved to the Daxiong Hall to celebrate the celebration banquet together." The eunuch's sharp voice sounded again, resounding throughout the city.

...

Bu Fang opened his sleepy eyes. He woke up early today, mainly because he was woken up by the two eunuchs' voices that sounded inexplicably.

After yawning, Bu Fang finished washing and came to the kitchen. He first practiced his daily cooking skills and left a portion of the practiced dishes for the big black dog lying at the door.

He looked at Li with a blank expression and ignored him and just ate the big black dog who kept catching up with the porcelain bowl. He felt like he was a dog in his heart. He treated this big black dog like he was treating the old man.

After opening the store door, Bu Fang stretched out and pulled a chair and sat at the door, waiting for the arrival of the guests.

An hour passed... The shop was deserted and there was no customer, which was a bit incredible for the shop that had been popular for several days.

What a strange thing today? Why doesn’t there be a single customer? On weekdays, Fatty Son Jun, who is the Fatty Son at Fatty Spot, should have finished eating the food and ready to pay the bill.

Moreover, the little loli Ouyang Xiaoyi did not come to work on time today. What if the waiter and diner disappeared at the same time?

Bu Fang was silent for a while, and finally got up and went to the kitchen. He suddenly remembered that Xiaoyi seemed to have told him that today seemed to be the one who returned to the city like that, so she asked for leave today.

But why did the diners disappear? This is what Bu Fang cares about.

In fact, those who came to Bufang Shop for dinner were all people with identities in the imperial capital. Today, Xiao Meng returned in triumphantly. His Majesty the Emperor held a banquet for the Daxiong Hall and invited all the famous powerful people. Jin Fatty and others all went to the palace to attend the banquet, so naturally they would not come to Bufang to have dinner.

After pinching his fingers, Bu Fang opened the system's specially made environmental simulation cabinet, took out one of the half-person-high jars and placed them in the center of the kitchen.

"Three days can be made into wine. From the day you enter the cabinet, it's exactly three days now. This 'Bingxin Yupot Wine' should be good too." Bu Fang suddenly remembered that he also brewed a jar of wine. He originally planned to take it out at night. Anyway, there was no one during the day, so he just happened to take a look at this bar.

He took out the three small wine jars prepared by the system and placed them in front of him one by one. After doing these, he planned to open the jar to filter the wine.

The cloth lid that was covered on the half-person high wine jar was opened, and in an instant, a burst of scent of wine that was very impactful instantly poured out and rushed towards me.

Bu Fang was soaked by the smell of alcohol that his whole body shook slightly, and a hint of redness appeared on his face.

"The wine is strong but not pungent, and it is strong but not bad..." Bu Fang was evaluated in his heart and was slightly happy.

Take out a system-prepared scoop made of bamboo tubes, and step into the wine jar. Scoop half of the bamboo tube and come out. The bamboo tube is green and green, and the inner wall of the bamboo has a faint yellow flesh. The wine is as clear as clear water and there is no turbidity.

It is worthy of being a wine brewed by the noble Jiuyuan wine method. This wine liquid is as clear as the water in the deep valley and cold pond, just like the name of the Bingxin Jade Pot wine, without any filth.

Bu Fang leaned closer to his nose and smelled it. The rich and mellow aroma of wine filled his nose, and before he could even enter his mouth, he made his mouth feel fluid. His whole body seemed a little confused.

Pour the wine from the bamboo tube into a celadon wine glass, and the shaking wine is clear and transparent, like nectar and jade liquid.

Bu Fang couldn't wait to raise the wine glass and took a sip. The wine entered his mouth, covering his tongue coating, and instantly slid into his throat. A cold feeling penetrated his whole body. The next moment, a raging fire seemed to burn in his lower abdomen. When the flames surged into his heart, a touch of coldness appeared again, and the ice and fire intersected...

"Good wine!" Bu Fang twitched his mouth and enjoyed his face. Although he didn't know much about wine, this wine was indeed the best wine he had tasted so far.

However, although it is delicious, the wine has a lot of momentum. After all, it can be brewing every three days and brewing every nine days. How can the momentum be less?

To suppress the urge to drink, Bu Fang put the wine from the half-person-high wine jar into three small wine jars, sealed them with a cloth cover, and pasted them with square red paper with the word "ice" written on it, and the task was done.

I specially left a glass of wine for myself and put the jar into a special cabinet. I walked to the store happily with the wine glass, planning to drink it by myself.

However, when he first arrived at the shop, he found a man wearing a black robe and carrying a long sword wrapped in rags standing at the door of the shop.

A hoarse voice came from the man's mouth, with a hint of heat.
Chapter completed!