Chapter 746

It's a mountain god or a foodie! Listening to sun Delu's words, ye Lingfeng smiles bitterly and shakes his head repeatedly. He only thinks that the so-called mountain god grandfather has the same style as the black emperor.

But thinking of this, ye Lingfeng's eyes suddenly brightened, and he had a bold guess: is the mountain god also a spirit like the black emperor?

The snow in Changbai Mountain, like the rain in June, falls as soon as it says.

Before ye Lingfeng and sun Delu arrived at the mountain temple, the snow began to fall. Just after a while, the ground became covered with silver. Moreover, the size of the snow finally made Ye Lingfeng understand why the ancients said it was snowy.

But this sudden snow, also let Ye Lingfeng feel surprised to sun Delu's judgment. The hunter who has lived in the deep mountains and forests all his life has extraordinary perception ability. He can predict the weather more accurately than the weather forecast.

"Brother ye, you are not afraid of the cold because you wear this kind of clothes?" Ye Lingfeng was surprised at Sun Delu. Sun Delu was also full of doubts about him. He untied his bear skin coat and said, "if you want to be cold, why don't you wear mine first?"

The late autumn of Changbai Mountain is even colder than that of the outside world, not to mention that it is snowing now. But it was such a cold weather that ye Lingfeng only wore a shirt and coat.

"Brother sun, do you think I'm afraid of the cold?" Ye Lingfeng shakes his hand to wipe off the sweat on his forehead and laughs.

Sun Delu couldn't help laughing, but he was surprised that he could still sweat when walking in the snowy weather. He only saw Ye Lingfeng when he was so old.

This made him think that what he saw in some martial arts novels was that some masters could not be afraid of the cold and heat after practicing kung fu to the extreme. But despite the fact that novels are fictional, ye Lingfeng is so old that he doesn't look like a master! But before thinking of Ye Lingfeng's move to avoid his shotgun, sun Delu still knows that he really met an expert.

After walking about two or three miles in the wind and snow, ye Lingfeng and sun Delu rushed to the mountain temple. The so-called mountain temple is actually a small wooden house with a simple incense table in it.

However, although the wooden house is simple and crude, it is spotless and has many incense candles. It seems that people often worship it.

"This is what I lost..." And after walking to the mountain temple, his eyes swept toward the incense case, and ye Lingfeng's eyes suddenly became strange. Because he found that his small pot with half a pot of chicken and snake soup was now on the incense table.

However, the chicken and snake soup in the pot has already reached the bottom, and the grouse and cauliflower snake in it have been fished out and eaten up, leaving only miscellaneous bones, which have been thrown all over the place.

It's like a mountain god. It's a starving ghost without food! Seeing this, ye Lingfeng couldn't help but smile and shake his head. Not only that, he also saw some black cat hair on the floor of the wooden house. It was obvious that the black emperor had been here.

However, he didn't understand why the black emperor disappeared since there was cat hair here. He was not stewed by the laoshizi Mountain God in his own small pot, was he?

"It seems that ye Xiaoge, you are really lucky to meet the mountain god grandfather..." Hearing Ye Lingfeng's words, sun Delu raised his head and laughed, then said with emotion: "I really should let my little granddaughter come here to have a look. That girl always says that I am feudal superstition, and that mountain gods are all out of the question. Now it's hard evidence. I don't know what she will say."

With these words, sun Delu set the bonfire on fire. When the light of the fire turned the mountain temple red, sun Delu took out the tiger leg, peeled the skin of the tiger, and then roasted it on the volcano.

The old hunter, who is used to drilling in the mountain forest, is more comfortable with barbecue than ye Lingfeng. In particular, from his waist pocket, he felt out a lot of seasoning, sprinkled it on the roasted Golden Tiger legs, and the fragrance was even more delicious.

"Yes, the tiger meat is really delicious!" Smelling the taste of the tiger meat, ye Lingfeng couldn't help shaking his fingers. When he lived in the wild before, although he ate a lot of wild animals, he tasted tiger meat for the first time.

"I ate it once decades ago, and I can't forget the taste now. But now there are fewer and fewer tigers in Changbai Mountain. A few years ago, a researcher told me that there are less than a dozen Siberian tigers in Changbai Mountain. There's only so much left. Those grey grandchildren who have no chrysanthemum eyes are still doing this kind of immoral thing, and they are not afraid of retribution... "

Sun Delu was also full of emotion. After a few sighs, he took the roasted tiger leg off the campfire, took out his knife and gave it to Ye Lingfeng. After eating one of them, he said with a smile: "it's lucky to meet ye Xiaoge, but it's a pity that there's meat and no wine here. Otherwise, I must have a good drink with you!"

It's not easy to ask for wine! Ye Lingfeng, with a smile, reached behind and fumbled for a few times. He took out a bottle of good wine from the storage ring, which was prepared to keep out the cold before going up the mountain. He said with a smile, "since brother sun wants to drink, I will accompany you for two drinks!"

"There's wine..." Sun Delu was stunned, and he looked at Ye Lingfeng strangely."Just put a bottle on the incense table..." Ye Lingfeng nodded with a smile, then unscrewed the bottle cap, looked up and took a sip of it, handed it to sun Delu and said, "this wine is not bad, brother sun, try it."

"Maotai in 1982!" Sun Delu took the bottle and swept his eyes. After tasting it, his eyes suddenly brightened. Then he looked at Ye Lingfeng with a playful look in his eyes and said, "brother Ye is really lucky. You can still find Maotai in this place."

He clearly remembered that when he came into the mountain temple, he didn't see wine on the incense table. And even if some people in this place offer wine to the mountain god, they will never be able to bring out such a good wine as Maotai.

So there's only one possibility. This wine is from ye Lingfeng. But that's what he couldn't understand, because he saw that ye Lingfeng had no hands, and he couldn't do it out of thin air like magic.

This discovery makes him more convinced that the origin of Ye Lingfeng's identity is absolutely beyond his ability to guess.

Tiger meat with wine, the more you drink, the better. What ye Lingfeng didn't expect was that sun Delu was also an old wine man. After a bottle of old Maotai, he still had no red face and no breath. The amount of wine was really enough.