Junior Sister is skilled in subduing demons.

Chapter 168 Handsome guy, it's you?
The situation in Qiangcheng is not optimistic.

Anzhi left the bamboo forest with her mission and Tuantuan. According to the plan, she first had to go to the sacred mountain to find the demon-slaying sword. To get to the sacred mountain, she had to pass through Mount Emei, so visiting the Golden Summit of Mount Emei was also an important task.

Along the way, Tuantuan was still the same adorable Tuantuan, only walking more slowly than before. The stone slabs of the Shu Road underfoot had become somewhat uneven after years of wear and tear. The mountains on both sides were undulating and covered with lush vegetation. Occasionally, the clear chirping of birds could be heard in the mountains.

"Tuanbao, hurry up, it'll get dark soon if you're slow," Anzhi urged.

Tuantuan didn't think that much. Having not left the bamboo forest for more than two years, it couldn't stop for a moment. It stood up, patted its round belly, and said, "Mommy, look, isn't there a small town over there with lots of people?"

Anzhi looked in the direction Tuantuan was looking, and sure enough, there was a small town at the foot of the mountain. This made Anzhi overjoyed, as he wouldn't have to spend the night in the wild. So he urged, "Hurry, hurry, hurry."

Anzhi ran ahead, and Tuanbao chased after him, and they ran towards the town like that...

As they got closer, Anzhi suddenly felt a strong pungent smell in his nose, and the word "delicious food" instantly popped into his mind. It was a spicy, mellow, fresh, and incredibly flavorful taste.

"Mommy, hot pot, hot pot!" Tuantuan couldn't resist the smell, and her stomach rumbled a few times.

"Hot pot!" Anzhi was stunned. The first time he ate Sichuan hot pot was two years ago. Lingjizi was discussing Taoism at Fenglan Cave in the Bamboo Sea. The hot pot cooked by the master of Fenglan Cave was unforgettable for Anzhi and Tuantuan.

Anzhi couldn't help but open his storage ring. Fortunately, the old bamboo weaving man had given him a few taels of silver when he left.

"Aha, Tuanbao, let's go, let's spend some money." After saying that, Anzhi took the lead and ran towards the town, with Tuan Tuan following closely behind.

The town was incredibly lively, packed with people. Along the main road, a steady stream of people, mostly carrying large and small bags, were heading towards the town with their families.

Faced with such a bustling town, Anzhi, who was already starving, led Tuantuan into a hot pot restaurant.

"Welcome to Mala Town, sir. Our shop is a century-old establishment in Mala Town," the waiter greeted.

“Spicy Town.” Anzhi couldn’t help but look at Tuantuan, who had stood up directly to the side.

"Yes, if you come to Mala Town and don't have a hot pot meal, you won't have the energy to escape tomorrow," the waiter prepared to introduce.

Fleeing!

Anzhi couldn't help but look at the families on the street and asked, "You mean they came from Qiang City to escape the war?"

The waiter frowned, looked An up and down, and said, "What else? Qiang City is now completely surrounded by the Ge people. We can't go north. We can only go through Mala Town towards Chengdu."

An Zhi was a little downcast, as if even hot pot and delicious food couldn't motivate her. She muttered, "No wonder the shops in your town are doing so well, making a fortune from the war."

This displeased the waiter, who snatched the wooden puppet that Tuantuan was playing with from the counter and said, "Sir, I don't like what you're saying. Do you see at the entrance? All people from Qiang City get a 50% discount on a single thread."

After saying that, the waiter pointed to the upstairs and downstairs areas and continued, "Take a look, how much of a discount are we offering today?"

Anzhi looked around and saw that the place was indeed packed with people, including the elderly, children, and families. It seemed that she had really misunderstood the shopkeeper, but she was still not in a good mood. She said, "You two, I'll just have Tuanzi with me." Seeing Anzhi's change in attitude, the waiter also said weakly, "Well, there's a swordsman sitting at a table on the second floor. Why don't you share a table?"

After saying that, the waiter left, clearly unhappy.

Tuan Tuan is quite large, and it's difficult for it to go up and down stairs, but it's nothing unusual for the people of Sichuan and Chongqing. In Sichuan and Chongqing, almost every household has one or two mythical beasts to take out for a stroll, especially cultivators.

Anzhi and Tuanzi squeezed up the stairs to the second floor. As soon as they appeared, Anzhi's eyes were drawn to a familiar figure, and she couldn't help but call out, "Ge Wensong!"

Ge Wensong was sitting by the window, with a steaming hot pot already set on the table. The broth in the pot was boiling and emitting an enticing aroma, and several plates of carefully prepared side dishes were placed around it.

"Sister Anzhi, haha, and there's also the round and chubby Tuantuan." Ge Wensong said as he stood up and walked quickly toward Anzhi, his face beaming with a warm smile.

Anzhi was both surprised and delighted, and hurriedly stepped forward, smiling as he replied, "Wen Song, it's been a long time! You've also left the bamboo forest, I didn't expect to run into you here."

Tuanzi watched the two reunite and happily wagged its short tail.

Ge Wensong squatted down, reached out and patted Tuanzi's head, teasingly saying, "Hey, this little guy has grown quite a bit." Tuanzi affectionately rubbed against Ge Wensong's hand.

Previously, Ge Wensong from Huangshan and Shen Anzhi from Sanqingshan both practiced cultivation in the bamboo forest. They met on the way to the Purple Bamboo Banquet and became acquainted during their cultivation over the following year.

"Since we've run into each other, we should have a proper get-together and enjoy some hot pot together. I was just about to start eating, so let's chat while we eat," Ge Wensong warmly invited Anzhi to sit down.

Seeing that Tuantuan was lying there strangely, occasionally glancing at the people coming and going outside, Ge Wensong immediately asked the owner to bring Tuantuan a pork knuckle.

Anzhi and Ge Wensong sat facing each other, the hot pot in front of them was bubbling and boiling, the bright red broth was churning and jumping in the pot, and the chili peppers, Sichuan peppercorns and other seasonings were rising and falling in it.

Ge Wensong smiled, picked up his chopsticks, and called to Anzhi, "Sister Anzhi, don't just look, eat up."

Looking at the packed restaurant, Anzhi said with a worried expression, "Wen Song, so many people have come from Qiang City to escape the war. Alas, it seems the situation is not good."

Ge Wensong followed An Zhi's gaze and looked around. Indeed, there were many people carrying large and small bags, with their families in tow. But he quickly changed his expression: "Oh well, who cares? At least they are safe now. Come on, let's eat our fill and go to Qiang City to help them defend their homes and defeat the demon soldiers."

Hearing this, Anzhi seemed to feel a little better, and indeed he did. So he picked up his chopsticks, took a thin, evenly sliced ​​piece of tender beef, and gently put it into the pot.

"By the way, how did you end up in Mala Town? Shouldn't you be heading north to get to Qiang City?"

"You forgot? I have to go to Emei first. My master specially arranged this for me when I left Huangshan. After visiting Emei, I will go to Qiangcheng to meet up with Lingjizi."

"Oh? You too."

"What? You too?"