After Song Yun used the Sunflower Book and the Evil-Breaking Sword, those who were obviously so-called "So" were decisively put on the ground by Song Yun.

Song Yun felt that he was not very happy because according to what the old soldier said, weren’t these people good at witchcraft? No one like the Ghost King appeared so far. They all rely on fist skills, and the fist skills are really not very good.

After successfully killing these people, Song Yun shook his head helplessly and said to Mo Yuyao, "These people are too weak. If they are more powerful, they can at least let me show my power more."

"You are bullying people!" Mo Yuyao knew that Song Yun was very good, so when she saw Song Yun bullying young people like this, she naturally joked.

The old soldier didn't expect that Song Yun was so powerful. He knocked all these people to the ground in just a few seconds and asked in confusion, "Are you a Jianjiazi?"

"I am also a soldier." Song Yun said seriously.

"Are you a soldier?" The old soldier's eyes lit up and he said with relief, "If every soldier in China has the skills of you, then there will be no problem for our army to sweep Asia at least."

"It's a peaceful era and you can't fight." Song Yun said with a smile, "I didn't expect that you are a militant, you are also a militant!"

"That's natural. I signed up to join the counterattack against Vietnam back then. I killed a total of five South Vietnamese devils." The old soldier said proudly.

"You are still good!" Song Yun exclaimed sincerely.

Several people were talking, but those who were knocked down by Song Yun helped them up in groups of three or three, and then ran away without saying a word.

It has to be said that in fact, whether it is the young people or the Han people, many people are essentially bullying the weak and afraid of the strong, especially those with poor character, who are even more bullying the weak and afraid of the strong.

Song Yun did not take these people seriously. If there was a master who used Gu, Song Yun would be a little happier. Why? Song Yun was always very curious about Gu. In such an era, there was no reason why Gu’s skills could be passed down to this day. It was also mysterious that many people were fascinated by it. The simplest thing is, why do those poisonous insects obey human commands?

Last time when he saw the magical witchcraft of the Ghost King, Song Yun thought that if all the people in his Shura League learned witchcraft, then the Qing Sect, Wen Chamber of Commerce, and Dragon Sect would be all floating clouds.

"Old man, don't you mind having a drink?" Song Yun invited. He had something in his heart that he wanted to ask the old soldier.

"Let's go, there is a family in the town that has a very good wine, and it's made by itself!" said the old soldier with a smile.

Song Yun nodded and said to Mo Yuyao, "We are going to have a drink, are you going to have a meal together?"

"It's still early now. Don't you mind if I'm following you?" Mo Yuyao asked.

"Of course I don't mind, let's go."

Under the leadership of the old soldier, Song Yun and Mo Yuyao came to a small restaurant north of the town.

Of course, it cannot be called a restaurant. This is just a simple bungalow. There are several tables outside the bungalow, and there are a tube of chopsticks in the middle of the table.

This is an old wine shop that seems to have traveled through decades to come to modern society.

The boss sat aside and saw a guest coming up. The boss stood up and greeted him with a smile.

"Oh, Lao Zhou, what wind has blown you!" the boss smiled enthusiastically.

"Haha, bring these two new friends to drink. By the way, this little comrade, I haven't asked your name yet!" the old soldier named Lao Zhou asked.

"My surname is Song, my name is Song Yun." After Song Yun said that, he pointed to Mo Yuyao and said, "This is Yuyao, Mo Yuyao."

"Oh! My name is Zhou Jun." The old soldier introduced himself, "Zhou is Zhou Weiren Zhou, and the army is the army of soldiers!"

"I'm very happy to know you!" Song Yun said with a smile.

"I'm also very happy to know you, boss, cut a pound of pig ears and pig tongue, and you'll need two pounds of your own brewed wine. You're not allowed to mix water!" Zhou Jun shouted heroically.

The boss naturally agreed and then went down to prepare.

"This is the oldest wine shop in our town." Zhou Jun said, "Since I came here, this shop has been there, and it has been like this for decades."

"Will this business be good?" Song Yun asked, because according to his opinion, this place is really poor and has very limited consumption capacity. Now there is only one person here, how much money can he make?"

"I don't make money, but I won't starve to death." Zhou Jun said, "Although we are poor, we can still come here to have a tooth sacrifice occasionally. The things here are very cheap."

Soon, the wine and food were served, and there were only two dishes, one portion of pig ears and one portion of pig tongue, all of which were braised and could be eaten with dipping sauce.

Zhou Jun looked at his sixties and seventies. He was very heroic when drinking and eating meat. In fact, it was just that. He could have had a lot of fun with a few young people just now. It was naturally very easy to drink some wine and eat meat or something.

"Mr. Zhou, do you have no children and relatives? Why do you live here alone?" Song Yun asked.

"I came to fight before I got married," said Zhou Jun. "Later, I won the battle, and I lived here. I worked in this place all my life, but I never met a person I liked. I just grew old. My parents had already passed away when they were liberated."

"Sorry." Song Yun said apologetically.

"It's been a few decades, nothing." Zhou Jun took a sip of wine and said, "Okay, Song Yun, if you have anything you want to know, just ask me."

Song Yun smiled and said, "It's still the smart one you are here."

"Haha, if you hadn't thought about knowing something, you would have promised to come and have an old man like me?" Zhou Jun smiled.

"Of course, drinking is not about identity, but about chatting without any chat." Song Yun said, "Of course, we can talk about something I want to know, or something I am more curious about."

"Oh? What are you curious about?" Zhou Jun asked.

"You can always tell me, did you think of the counterattack against Vietnam? I am a man, I have loved to listen to war stories since I was a child!" Song Yun asked. Although he was the most curious about witchcraft, he asked slowly. No hurry. Song Yun was actually quite curious about the deeds of the old soldier in front of him.

Every elderly man is a book.
Chapter completed!