Xu Mo scratched his head: "The more I listen, the more confused I become. What I learned is orthodox Northern Fist! Those are real killing moves!"
"If what you said is right, then why wasn't I the one lying down just now?"
I leaned close to his ear and whispered: "Master, I'll give you one more word. If you lose next time, don't call yourself a master. It's embarrassing."
Xu Mo suddenly blushed: "Then tell me, how can I defeat you?"
"It's simple. There are only twelve words in this formula. Listen carefully."
Xu Mo's eyes were shining, his face was full of expectation, and he nodded vigorously.
"First sentence, pull your hair and kick your crotch."
"The second sentence is to kill you while you are sick."
The anticipation on Xu Mo's face instantly froze, and his expression became more complicated.
Seeing his expression, I couldn't help but ask, "Why do you look like you're eating shit?"
"You didn't lie to me?"
"Why did you lie to me?"
I put my arm around his shoulders and said, "As long as you practice these moves frequently, Ji Canghai will not be your match in half a month."
"Master, are you trustworthy?"
"Come on, come on, you're such a mouthful!"
The sentence I taught Xu Mo did not sound like something serious, and it was even beyond the realm of elegance.
But from a practical perspective, these moves are enough. Even if they cannot seriously injure the opponent, they can still protect themselves.
There is a saying that goes well - in the face of absolute power, all techniques are nonsense.
In fact, there is another sentence to this sentence: In the face of Yin damage, absolute power is also nonsense.
While we were talking, we had already walked to the market.
Monan's popularity is growing day by day, and the previously abandoned market is now also gaining popularity.
Although it is cold winter, it cannot stop the enthusiasm of street vendors, offering a variety of frozen goods, dried vegetables dried in autumn, and jars of pickled pickles.
Xu Mo sniffed hard and swallowed while looking at the fried dough sticks on the roadside: "Master, are you hungry?"
I rolled my eyes at him: "If I say I'm not hungry, do you have to eat me?"
The hot soy milk and fried dough sticks were served on the table. Xu Mo ate his head down, and the steaming heat soon became a normal thing in front of him.
After half a bowl of soy milk was finished, he said, "Master, you don't want to eat?"
"No rush, I'll wait."
Soy milk and fried dough sticks are two of the favorite breakfasts of northerners.
Especially when conditions were not good in the past, rich people only ate freshly cooked food, which was crispy and crispy when they took a bite.
The poor pick the leftovers, and when the fried dough sticks are completely cool, they ask the boss to fry them again in the pot, so that the fried dough sticks have more oil.
What the poor eat is this oil-soaked taste.
After a few mouthfuls, I couldn't hold it anymore.
Of course, I will never worry about fried dough sticks today, but it’s hard to change the deep-rooted habits.
The breakfast stall is full of fast food customers, and the occasional morning drink will definitely not delay the boss's business.
Seeing that all the people at the tables had left, the boss rubbed his hands on his apron and asked, "Are you two not full?"
I pointed to the remaining fried dough sticks and said, "Put them in the oil pan for me and let them boil."
"Hey! Are you waiting for this bite?"
The boss raised his thumbs up and said, "It's unusual for people of your age to understand the rules so well."
Xu Mo asked stupidly: "Master, are there any rules for eating fried dough sticks?"
I couldn't help but smile knowingly, I was waiting for his words.
"Everything in the world will come to nothing if you leave the rules."
Although it is said that when doing business, one should not chase away customers, but the poor must also have the consciousness of being poor.
When the boss is busiest, that is when he makes the most money. He has to wait no matter how hungry he is, so don’t delay others.
We chatted all the time, and the boss was quite willing to talk to us.
I suddenly saw two fried sticks in the boss's hand.
These things were made for each other, but they can't do anything big except roll fried dough sticks in the pan.
But the one in his hand was amber in color, shiny and translucent, no matter how good it looked.
I looked at my boss and saw that he was at least in his early sixties, and suddenly I felt something was wrong.
While he was frying fried dough sticks, I asked, "How many years have you been doing this?"
"This year will be exactly fifty years!"
The boss slapped him proudly: "I left school at the age of fourteen and learned the trade from my father, and I have been working there for most of my life!"
Sure enough, my suspicions were justified.
The service life of fried sticks is extremely long. It is not bragging to give one stick to three generations.
But this thing is kept with hot oil all year round. After a few years of use, the front will turn black, and it will slowly carbonize over time.
I leaned close to Xu Mo's ear and whispered: "You are really lucky, you found the treasure as soon as you went out."
"What treasure? Where is the treasure?"
I patted him hard and said, "Keep your voice down."
At this time, the fried dough sticks were already placed in front of me, and I squeaked at the fried sticks: "Can you show me what you're doing?"
The boss was generous and sneered: "What's so rare about this thing?"
While I was talking, I already had the bomb stick in my hand.
According to legend, there is a kind of wood that is naturally grown. Not only does it not rot after it dies, but it can continue to take root and grow.
This kind of tree is called the heavenly tree, and it has the function of warding off evil spirits.
However, most of these trees are cypresses.
This becomes a particularly big paradox.
In Feng Shui, cypress is the most dangerous tree. No matter how good Feng Shui it is, it will be destroyed sooner or later.
The main reason is that this thing gathers yin too much, which can break the feng shui at best, and can really attract dirty things in serious cases.
A thing that can ward off evil spirits can itself attract evil spirits. Isn't this going to cause trouble for yourself?
It is precisely because of this that no one wants to touch something as good as Tianyangshu...
