In the spring breeze of Royal Street.
"Boss, a bowl of braised noodles. No need to change the money. Add century-old ginseng and chopped Ganoderma lucidum to the noodles. I have bad teeth. The peppercorns should be in season and the mushrooms should be diced."
The purple-robed old Taoist with an immortal spirit coughed and placed a gold and copper coin on the case.
"Clear soup and white water."
The old man in coir raincoat took out three ordinary irregular-shaped copper coins from Buna's pocket and put them on the desk. He didn't care whether Boss Sun heard it or not, and just found a seat and sat down.
"Look at my memory. Hey, even in middle age, most people are still useless. However, when I was taking care of His Highness, I forgot to show my idleness."
Apparently he noticed that there were two new strangers in the noodle stall. Boss Sun, who first served Ying Ruoli twelve bowls of beef noodle soup with shrimp paste noodles and steamed buns, had a look of embarrassment on his face.
After taking a look at the two welcoming couplets at the small noodle stall, "Customers come often" and "Smile always open", Wangqiu tore off the corners of the steamed buns underneath, and just looked at Boss Sun to signal to Boss Sun to entertain new customers.
Upon seeing this, Boss Sun bowed and handed over his hand. After apologizing, he quickly cleaned up his expression and went to entertain the new guests with a smile on his face.
"Are we disturbing other people's business?"
Ying Ruoli dipped the black shrimp paste on the table and looked at the noodle stall owner Sun with some curiosity as he sliced ginseng with a special ice knife.
"Brother is afraid of trouble. Most Chinese people are aware of this matter. When you come to Sun Kee or other stores, most of the bosses will put up a no-no sign to tell visitors not to come in. Chinese people are sensible and are polite when they know that my brother is in a store. It doesn't matter if you hang up the "nothing sign" or not. The so-called "nothing sign" means that many foreigners came to the junior high school in previous years and just hung it out for them to see. Uncle Sun probably forgot about it, so it doesn't matter. It’s ready.”
The offal was dipped in shrimp sauce, and Wang Yuyi explained casually with his back to the two new foreign guests.
"Hmm~ This is the legendary clearing, right?"
Ying Ruoli nodded in understanding.
"That's pretty much it."
Wang Yuyi spread his hands.
"Brother, what's wrong with you? Your face looks so ugly."
When Bai Xiaoyue, who was afraid of being burned, was picking up vegetables for Wangqiu, she saw Bai Qiuran staring directly not far away, with a serious look on his face. He couldn't even hold the noodles firmly, and his little face showed a hint of concern.
"It's nothing, I probably saw it wrong."
Bai Qiuran withdrew his gaze from the two foreigners, suppressed his excitement, lowered his head and sneered, and just buried his head in the face.
"Hey, you are so presbyopic that you can still recognize the wrong person. Let me take a look and see if you see too much presbyopia or something."
Wang Yuyi wiped a handful of noodle soup from the corner of her mouth. She turned around while sitting on the chair and saw Boss Sun carrying a luxurious bowl of ginseng and Ganoderma braised noodles towards the purple-robed old man on the wooden table beside him.
At this moment, Wang Yuyi's face turned pale, and he quickly turned his head and leaned over. The hand holding the wooden chopsticks kept digging into the slippery noodles in the pottery bowl in front of him. His expression and movements were a bit deceptive.
Wang Qiu glanced at the old man in coir raincoat and the old Taoist in purple robe, and saw that the two strangers didn't look like troublemakers. They were holding spoons in their hands and scooping out spicy soup in the bowl, and looked thoughtfully at a few hard-working animals not far away. The black ants lifting the leaves and a drop of dew on the green leaves reflected the scenery outside the city gate of Wuyetian City as if reflecting the universe. I don’t know when the monk outside the city gate or the young Taoist priest who was chasing the monk... Became a painter.
At the same time, the two old men sitting next to each other sat calmly in their seats, their eyes met and then staggered away. After deeply feeling the secret of each other's aura, without knowing the other's details, the two old men had a feeling in their hearts to find out the other's strength. thoughts.
"What's your surname?"
The old man in purple robe asked politely after the heat of Sanda Braised Noodles had dissipated.
"The last name is Jiang."
Seeing that the other party had the merits of heaven and earth, the old man in coir raincoat gave him his ordinary surname.
"The surname Jiang is great! I remember that the young man surnamed Jiang who stole the show last time was the founding leader of Qi State. I remember his name was Jiang Shang. I remember what the sentence was. Oh, I would rather take the straight path than the wrong one. Zhongqiu, not designed for Jinlin, only fishes for kings and marquises, I like it very much."
The old Taoist sighed, and with his hands hidden under his sleeves and robes, he calculated the birth date and the origin of the old man's feet. However, the old Taoist soon discovered that this was a useless effort. The calculations had no results, and any calculations would come to nothing.
"Someone has heard a little bit about the power of the flying bear, and has also read "Six Tao". Unfortunately, life and death are impermanent, and there is no appearance of becoming an immortal. It is difficult to escape the little devil's death. The Taoist thinks that he is a Taoist on the mountain, but he doesn't know where the fairyland is. ?”
The old man Jiang's eyes were as quiet as a dry well, and he just looked at the purple-robed old man in front of him, who was considered a stranger regardless of whether he was a Lich, a Human Emperor, or a God.
"The little casual cultivator in Zixu Cave in Kunlun Mountain can't be said to be enlightened. He only has a few acres of thin farmland to farm, and he spends his days doing divination and divination to make ends meet so as not to starve to death."
The purple-robed old Taoist stroked his beard and smiled. He was not afraid of the old man Jiang's calculation of his own heel. He thought that when he and the other nine Taoist friends joined the Taoist world, now the eight Taoist friends have perished in the Dragon and Phoenix First Tribulation and the Dao Demon Calamity Tribulation. The person in this world who has the qualifications and ability to forcibly deduce the origin of one's own feet is the ancestor of the Dao in the Zixiao Palace who holds the fragment of the jade dish of creation. I am afraid that even the Fuxi clan who holds the Hetu Luoshu cannot be counted as himself.
If you keep a low profile like this all your life, you won't be able to chat with your juniors, and you will have nothing to say. If you talk too much, you will lose your seniority.
The predecessors were either Dao ancestors or demon ancestors, Yangmei and the like. The so-called three thousand Dao Demon Gods were killed by Pan with a few axes without ever seeing them.
Now among my peers, I can say a few personal words to Taoist Zhenyuan who is just and Bo Yuntian. If Taoist Hongyun, who was a good old man, was not attacked to death by Kunpeng in the early years, how could he have two good people wearing the same clothes now? A good friend of the underpants.
Thinking about the circle of Taoist peers that I have made friends with, the only people who live in the circle are Yuqing Sage and Zhen Yuanzi. They are as low-key as an experienced Taoist, so I can't help but feel a little lonely like snow.
"Is it?"
The old man in coir raincoat who asked the old man in purple robe to help him with the calculations raised his eyebrows slightly. He did not calculate any useful information. He only learned from his friend's calculations that there was indeed a place called Zixu Cave in Kunlun Mountain. The rest could not be calculated at all.
"There is a saying among ascetics that monks should not tell lies. Although a certain person has no name or surname, he can be regarded as a foreign magician and will never tell lies."
The old man in purple robe was eating noodles and answered in a serious manner.
"After we met each other, Jiang believed what the Taoist Master said."
For the time being, there was no conflict of interest, and no ideological disputes arose. The old man Jiang, who had no intention of digging deeper, was happy to have an acquaintance after a brief taste.
"Speaking of it, there are some young people in this noodle stall who are quite good. I can't help but feel a little love for talents." The old Taoist casually brought up a popular topic.
The old man in coir raincoat took a look at Wangqiu and saw that his fortune was steaming and surrounded by five dragons. He raised his hand in disbelief and rubbed his seemingly dim eyes.
"I don't know, but what did you see?"
The purple-robed old Taoist who only saw that Wangqiu was born from Changyang's holy fetus and became a god asked tentatively.
"The future life is to be feared."
The old man in coir raincoat pretended to be calm and commented, but deep down his heart was pounding.
What the hell, with the luck of the Five Dragon Emperors and the fate of the First Emperor, when could Jing Le, one of the Four Great Mountains, be able to cultivate such a young and handsome man?
Ah, this, he wanted to dig out useful materials from the Four Continents and bring them back to Huoyun Cave to cultivate them carefully, but that was just to cultivate the materials of his subordinates so that future generations could recreate the Nine-Nine Human Emperor and the prosperous Human Emperor.
It's good now. I came to Jinle, which is still known as Shangyue, to inspect talents. I just came to the world to look at the local customs and customs for reference. I randomly saw a person on the roadside who told me that this child is destined to have a good future. Achieve the throne of emperor.
It's like God and man put the cheat sheet answers directly on their faces. If you follow them, you will definitely get perfect marks.
Anyway, the old man Jiang felt it was outrageous. His appearance was as solid as a rock, but deep down he was rarely suspicious.
I always feel that there is a little ghost in my life these days. With such a proud son of heaven suddenly appearing in this world, the sluggish luck of humanity should have been completely reversed and rejoiced when this son was born. Nor should a being as closely related to humanity as him. Maybe there is nothing to check.
Weird things, weird things, human nature has no response, the mountain ghost copper coin handed over by Fu Xi's family is not moving at all, there are no heavenly soldiers or generals around, and there are not many great heavenly masters planning. This child was born with such great luck, the person in Zixiao Palace is not... There should be no response, but why is it dark under the light?
Faced with such strange things in the human world, even the old man, as a human emperor, had never heard of it. However, since the Lich Tribulation, he had no time to pay attention to the four mountains of the human race. How could he know that since the beginning of the Human Emperor's Tribulation, the King of Jing Le Kingdom had painted the ground as a prison. The sky above his head was no longer the orthodox way of heaven.
"What a good young man. It would be great if such a good young man could be my disciple."
The purple-robed old man's next words brought the old man Jiang back to his drifting consciousness on the spot.
"A person who has attained the Taoist Taoism still worries about the success of a good seedling?"
The old man Jiang's eyes were half-squinted, with a hint of killing intent in his eyes.
Miaozi who is destined to become an emperor in the future, you actually want to dig him back into the cave to become an immortal Taoist boy, destroying the pride of the human race, okay, okay, damn the Kunlun Demon Tao, I think you already have a way to die.
"Being a founding disciple is worth three points more than one's wealth and life. In the future, I still hope to have someone to carry on my legacy and inherit my legacy. This son, with his divine bones and immortal posture, is naturally a god."
The purple-robed old man who didn't notice anything was still smiling.
"Is it?"
The old man Jiang smiled coldly.
"Does my friend want to compete with me for disciples?"
Seeing the old man questioning his vision, the purple-robed old man felt a little unhappy.
"In the end, everyone has to rely on their abilities."
The old man Jiang glanced at the purple-robed old man meaningfully.
At this moment, outside the Nightless City.
The young Taoist who allowed the monk to escape by chance put the divine sword in his hand into the lotus-patterned scabbard on his back rather dullly.
Looking at the two centurions and more than twenty Jingle soldiers patrolling the door, he suspected that the monk had run into the Nightless King's City and stepped into the Nightless King's City. The soldiers on the left and right did not notice the Taoist's arrival and allowed him to come and go as he pleased.
At this moment, outside the noodle stall.
The woman who was stepping on the bluestone touched the white catkins falling on her forehead, raised her eyes and smiled sweetly.
