The Heroes of Gulong: Great Chefs from Past to Present

Chapter 820 Destined
Minced meat, mushrooms, fungus, cucumber.
At a roadside stall, Li Chaofeng evenly mixed the various ingredients in a huge bowl.

Although his body had long been transformed beyond recognition by the Five Insects Divine Sword, his flesh and blood were already different from those of ordinary people.

But Li Chaofeng's daily actions still conform to the law of conservation of energy.

He needs to eat, drink water, and sleep.

The reason why Li Chaofeng can fight for several days and nights without rest is not because of his special body, but because of his special true energy.

As long as the true qi is continuous, the top masters can use the power of true qi to fight against heaven and earth, and even withstand hunger and thirst.

But when not fighting, whether it is Li Chaofeng or those powerful men who roam the world, they all need to eat, and eat a lot.

After the sauce was mixed, the store also served three large bowls of hot noodles.

A martial arts examination was held in the capital, and countless people from the martial arts world flocked to the event.

The Shenlong Gang was busy dealing with public security issues, but for ordinary people, business was getting better.

The people in the martial arts world are indeed lawless, but there is the killing god, the Red Flame Dragon God, in the capital.

They also don't smash, loot or rob.

Even things like eating and free dining were handled by people who were originally members of the Qinglong Society and have now fully joined the Shenlong Gang.

Li Chaofeng mixed the sauce with the hot noodles, and extended his five senses to a range of several miles, while slurping up the authentic Kyoto noodles.

After slurping down a large bowl of noodles in one breath, Li Chaofeng slowly exhaled.

"Huh~"

After exhaling the air from his chest and abdomen, Li Chaofeng looked up at Gao Jianfei in front of him and said helplessly.

"Young man, if you want to eat noodles, just sit down. Why are you staring at me?"

Gao Jianfei saw Li Chaofeng looking up, looked around, nodded, and sat down opposite Li Chaofeng.

After sitting down, he did not greet the owner, but just said with a look of relief.

"Uncle, your Qinggong is so strong. I just blinked and you disappeared."

"Fortunately, I was lucky this time. I only searched for a long time and finally found the uncle."

luck?

Even in the heavily guarded Forbidden City, Li Chaofeng could enter and leave as he pleased.

The dragon has its head but not its tail.

Ever since Li Chaofeng entered the martial arts world, he was the only one who took the initiative to look for people, and no one could take the initiative to find him.

This was the first time Li Chaofeng met someone he couldn't avoid no matter how hard he tried.

Gao Jianfei.
Or rather, the Sword of Tear.

Without looking up, Li Chaofeng moved the second bowl of noodles in front of him, started mixing the sauce, and sighed.

"You and I are just casual acquaintances. Why are you following me instead of signing up for the martial arts exam?"

Gao Jianfei blinked and said with a look of joy.

"Of course I'll ask for the uncle's name."

Li Chaofeng lowered his head and looked at his face, speaking incoherently.

"The martial world is dangerous. How many lives do you have? How dare you be curious about the origins of a person stronger than you?"

Gao Jianfei listened to this and said with a lonely look on his face.

"I always thought I was very powerful, but when I arrived in the capital, I realized that my martial arts skills were just so-so."

"If the uncle hadn't shown mercy with that move, I would have lost my life."

"But I didn't even ask your name, that's so rude."

Gao Jianfei attacked only to prove his strength, but Li Chaofeng almost broke half of his palm with a flick of his finger.
If Li Chaofeng had murderous intentions, Gao Jianfei would have been dead.

Putting down the empty bowl in his hand, Li Chaofeng looked up at Gao Jianfei and asked back with a serious face.

"Since you know that I can kill you easily, why are you still chasing me? Are you so fearless of death?"

Gao Jianfei looked at the Tear-Marked Sword in his hand and said with emotion.

"I'll die if I die. I've killed a lot of people along the way. It's no big deal if I die at the hands of an uncle because of an impulse."

Li Chaofeng looked at the young man in front of him and sighed.

"Even if it hurts, it's easy for people in the underworld to accept killing someone with their own hands, but few people can accept being killed by others as a matter of course."

"Yes, you are qualified to say your name in front of me."

Gao Jianfei's face lit up: "Really?"

Then he reacted and quickly introduced himself: "My name is Gao Jianfei, what's yours, uncle?"

It was indeed Gao Jianfei.

After confirming the other party's name, Li Chaofeng nodded and smiled.

"I only said that you have the qualifications to say your own name, but I didn't say that you have the qualifications to know my name."

Gao Jianfei said angrily, "Uncle already knows my name, but I don't know your name. This is not fair!"

Li Chaofeng smiled and retorted: "Is the name Gao Jianfei very famous in the martial arts world?"

Gao Jianfei's mood suddenly dropped: "Of course not."

Li Chaofeng smiled and said, "You are not famous, but I am a very famous person in the martial arts world."

"I have worked hard in the first half of my life to earn this fame."

"A person who has just entered the martial arts world and whose martial arts skills are weaker than mine wants to be on equal footing with me. Is that fair to me?"

Gao Jianfei nodded and said excitedly: "Then what should I do to be qualified to know the uncle's name?" Li Chaofeng listened to this but did not respond. He just looked at the bowl of noodles in front of him and smiled.

"The noodles are almost clumping, eat quickly."

Gao Jianfei looked down at the bowl of noodles in front of him. He came from the mountains and did not have much money on him.

But he didn't want to owe a favor to a stranger, so he shook his head slightly.

"No, I have money."

Li Chaofeng looked at the coarse linen clothes woven from cotton and linen on Gao Jianfei and said with a funny expression.

"Oh, how much money do you have?"

Gao Jianfei's face suddenly became embarrassed, but he still insisted.

"I still have enough money for a bowl of noodles."

Gao Jianfei is not a rich man.

To be precise, he was just a poor guy who had just walked down the mountain.

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He had almost nothing except the clothes on his back.

But this does not mean that he can take it for granted to accept help from a stranger.

Li Chaofeng didn't care about Gao Jianfei's embarrassment and just reminded him.

"Since you have money, and this is just one bowl of noodles, you can pay for it yourself."

Gao Jianfei also thought it made sense, so he put down the Tear-Mark Sword wrapped in cloth and lowered his head to eat.

Seeing Gao Jianfei eating happily, Li Chaofeng's eyes unconsciously fell on the tear-marked sword wrapped in cloth.

According to the original novel, Gao Jianfei killed Zhuo Donglai with the Tear Mark Sword, and eventually the tear marks on the Tear Mark Sword disappeared.

Zhuo Donglai and Gao Jianfei are uncle and nephew, and he is also the son of Master Xiao.

As early as twenty years ago, Master Xiao had predicted that the Tear Sword would kill his own son.

This is a strange sword that is full of fatalism.

If it were in the past, Li Chaofeng would definitely think that such a thing as a prophecy of certain death would be nothing but a fantasy.

But Li Chaofeng, who had experienced the disasters of the Peacock Feather and the Bodhisattva's Relics, knew that there were always some things in this world that he could not touch or even understand.

Although Li Chaofeng still does not believe in fate, he is convinced that souls exist in this world.

So, does this Tear-Stained Sword contain the soul of Master Xiao?
As Li Chaofeng looked at the Tear Sword, Gao Jianfei stopped using chopsticks instantly and his whole body became calm.

Gao Jianfei raised his head slightly, his eyes shining.

"Sure enough, the uncle has been paying close attention to this sword since the beginning."

The reason Gao Jianfei was able to catch up with Li Chaofeng was not because of himself, but because of his feeling.

Something was wrong with the Tear Sword after it met Li Chaofeng.

Li Chaofeng smiled: "A man holding a long sword suddenly appeared beside me. As a warrior, isn't it natural for me to pay attention to that man's sword?"

Li Chaofeng spoke in a matter-of-fact tone. Gao Jianfei frowned as he listened, but it was no problem.

After thinking it over, Gao Jianfei shook his head slightly and said in a serious tone.

"This is an ominous sword that can bring bad luck to people."

Li Chaofeng shook his head: "Then you still carry it with you?"

Gao Jianfei smiled bitterly: "Since I brought it into the martial arts world, I should be the one to take care of it."

Li Chaofeng raised his eyebrows: "Aren't you afraid of bad luck?"

Gao Jianfei laughed: "It is because I am afraid that I want to become famous."

Li Chaofeng blinked: "Reason?"

Gao Jianfei looked straight at Li Chaofeng and explained helplessly.

"Only by becoming famous can I find a master to help me solve the bad luck that has befallen me."

"I chased the uncle because I felt he could solve the problem with the sword."

Li Chaofeng raised his hands and sighed.

"You really think highly of me. I can indeed solve many problems, but I can't solve your problem."

Gao Jianfei became much more disappointed and nodded.

"Bad luck is something very mysterious. Even if you are a strong person, how many people can know how to solve it?"

Li Chaofeng looked at the young man's lost expression, thought for a while, and nodded.

"I am not a qualified professional. I cannot solve the problem of this sword, but..."

Gao Jianfei asked anxiously: "But what?"

Li Chaofeng began to recall.

In the original novel, Zhuo Donglai is a villain.

But his rebellion was more about contempt and trampling on the rules of the underworld for the sake of power, while ignoring all kinds of friendship.

Many times, Zhuo Donglai was the one who really contributed, and Sima Chaoqun was just a leader.

The hero may deserve to die, but
He shouldn't have died at the hands of his own family.

Looking at Gao Jianfei's extremely young face, Li Chaofeng put his hands in his sleeves and said.

"Eat the noodles first. After you finish, I'll take you to see someone."

(End of this chapter)