Hearing the word "shaobing", Shangguan Yan suddenly remembered that the old man in gray shirt was a local seller of sesame cakes at Yujia Market, but he couldn't remember his name. When Uncle Chen praised the restaurant's sesame cakes, she went to try them with great interest. However, she found that the sesame cakes contained too many dried plums and too salty to her liking, so she never visited again.
Extremely anxious, Shangguan Yan shouted: "Old man, leave quickly!" The Lian Yue Divine Sword fought against the injured body, forcibly activating the Qi. In an instant, "the moonlight was like water", there was more compassion in the gentleness, and determination was reflected in the silence, and he did not hesitate. The price is to fight against the evil atmosphere in order to break through the siege and protect innocent lives.
Li Yu also summoned reinforcements in an instant. He wanted to protect Shangguan Yan on one side and the old man selling sesame cakes on the other. Although he was exhausted mentally and physically, he relied on the perseverance in his bones to think: "How can I transform into a hundred billion? The plum blossoms bloom as soon as the tree blooms."
The plum blossoms reappear, and the pride remains the same. It is not just self-admiration, but also a madness that will never regret it until death. The red light on the fan suddenly turned into three strands, surging with the obsession to protect beauty, reappearing the incredible majestic power between heaven and earth.
Yan Jun listened from all directions and knew the truth from Shangguan Yan's words. He immediately became furious and swung the soul-eating knife viciously at the old man in gray clothes: "How dare you, a little ant, come to play with me?"
His ten levels of skills were used to defend against Li Yu and Shangguan Yan. There was almost no real power in the soul-eating knife, but he was determined to win and used blood to stimulate his fighting spirit. The anxiety and anger caused by Li Yu and Shangguan Yan just needed the bloody scene of cutting off the head with a knife to release the depression and restore pleasure and arrogance.
Unexpectedly, Shangguan Yan and Li Yu had the heart to sacrifice themselves for others. The moonlight fiber was soft, the fan wind was powerful, and they could understand each other without words. In an instant, yin and yang came together, and the two forces merged into one. They were able to control the gods with their remaining power, transcend all phenomena and surpass the ordinary world, and forced them to retreat. Evil, suddenly flying over, turned out to be the distant water that saved the nearby fire, powerfully breaking through the body-protecting energy of Lord Yama, penetrating through Lord Yama's back, causing Lord Yama's true power to be temporarily dissipated.
Unexpectedly, the old man in gray shirt was calm and did not dodge or dodge. He watched the Soul-Eating Knife coming with the wind. He raised his hand lightly, and with a "brake" of the fire tongs in his hand, he bit the Soul-Eating Knife's edge. .
Goodbye, the old man in gray shirt squeezed his withered bark-like palm slightly, and the fire tongs and the soul-eating knife collided again. Then, the soul-eating knife made of thousand-year-old ghost iron was broken into several pieces in an instant and fell. Falling to the ground in despair and fear.
Yan Jun could not have imagined that Li Yu and Shangguan Yan, who were fighting against trapped beasts, could still be so powerful. Yan Jun never expected that this little old man with an ordinary appearance could actually have profound cultivation skills.
Ignoring the blood and severe pain on his back, his dizziness and staggering steps, Yan Jun shouted to the old man in gray shirt with a surprised look on his face, "Who are you?"
The old man said in a hoarse voice: "I am Shaobing Zhang, the Shaobing seller." He paused for a moment, and his eyes gleamed with hatred: "The old man you killed, Mr. Chen, was my best friend."
While speaking, Shao Bing held the fire tongs open in his hand without resting, like a white crane spreading its wings, stretching out diagonally to stab Yan Jun in the chest.
Yan Jun was seriously injured and didn't know where the sesame cake was coming from. At this time, he didn't dare to raise his head. He used his true energy to turn his body and move it to the right rear, avoiding the attack of the tongs.
Just as he was about to breathe a sigh of relief and sigh that it was no big deal to spread the sesame seed cakes, his body was suddenly entangled by a sticky force and he was involuntarily dragged forward. Even though he was a fierce man, he couldn't control his hair-raising fear at this moment, and unconsciously shouted: "There is a ghost!"
When everyone looked intently, they saw Shaobing opening his left hand and rubbing it in a strange way. There was no real energy fluctuation, but an invisible force was emitted, sucking Yan Jun in.
This time it was as if Lord Yama was moving against the tongs, and a sound of "feeding" was heard. The tongs entered the wound on Lord Yama's chest, and pulled and pounded it, creating a ball of blazing flames.
The pitiful wound had just been taken care of by Li Yu and Shangguan Yangangfeng. The flesh and blood were in extreme pain. Now it was pulled by the tongs and roasted by the fire. It was just like a dead pig being poured with boiling water twice. The first time it was still "dead pigs are not afraid of boiling water" "Burn", but the second time, the dead pig inevitably came back to life, it was so painful that it screamed in pain and screamed in hell.
Seeing that the situation was not good, Pluto knew that Lord Yama had no strength to fight anymore, so he ordered: "Mengpo Rakshasa, go meet the old man, be careful!"
Half-shocked and half-suspicious, Meng Po and Rakshasa left Shangguan Yan alone and flew towards Shaobing Zhang. They used the killing stick and the Soul-Destroying Nail as a bluff, spreading the evil atmosphere like a storm.
There was a trace of panic in Shao Bing's eyes, and his legs were shaking slightly, but he took a deep breath. The palm of his left hand was flexible, and the tongs of his right hand were quick and cunning. He blocked the killing move in the lightning fire, but his face did not turn red or he was out of breath. No signs of fatigue.
Shangguan Yan was half pleased and half ashamed: "I didn't expect that the old man actually had extraordinary skills. I couldn't see any clues before. His powerful and powerful moves that don't require true energy are similar to Li Yu's Shensi Jue, but I didn't know What kind of martial arts does he practice?"
In fact, Shaobing Zhang is not a hermit from a famous family, but a native villager of Yujiaji. Shaobing Zhang has been making Shaobing for fifty-three years now. During this period, his wife died of illness and his son and grandson moved to Dongshan City to settle down. Apart from a few villagers and old friends such as Lao Chentou, the only people who accompany him are the Shaobings he makes every day.
Over the years, Shao Bing Zhang Ji gained some enlightenment. From the processes of kneading, kneading, stuffing, baking, and sandwiching pancakes, he realized a set of powerful kung fu. This is what he randomly named " "Shaobing Gong".
However, Shaobing is a man's duty, and he is used to being submissive. Although he has magical powers, he does not show off and is arrogant because of it. He still continues the monotonous life of making Shaobing day after day, earning a meager amount of money, and continuing to live a boring and boring life. A life that is not willing to leave.
Even when he met the scoundrels who were deliberately causing trouble, or the hateful dog official who forced and extorted money, Shaobing Zhang didn't show off his magic skills and still suffered silently like a scalper.
Therefore, even though he knew that Lao Chentou in Chenji Pastry Shop was no longer his good friend, and even though he knew that the murderers who killed Lao Chentou were hiding in Chenji Pastry Shop, Shaobing Zhang did not take revenge.
"Old Chentou is dead, so what's the use of avenging him? It's of no use if I get involved, and it will definitely affect more villagers. Forget it, forget it."
Therefore, Shaobing Zhang treated everything as if it had not happened. Although he would think of Old Chentou when he was drinking, and although he would see Old Chentou in his dreams, when he saw the smiling faces of many villagers while selling sesame cakes, he never felt that he Did something wrong.
Therefore, as usual, Shaobing Zhang went to the fields to sell sesame cakes during busy farming periods, providing low-priced snacks to the hungry farmers.
So, Shaobing Zhang went with the flow, hurriedly tying up the barrel, packing up the chopping boards, picking up the tongs, and scurrying through the crowded crowd when the main street was full of murderous people and houses collapsed.
Even if he was asked to leave his hometown where he had lived for more than sixty years, he would have nothing to say and no trouble.
Until, an indignant and affectionate voice echoed from the mountainside: "Folks and elders, it is Li Yu who is sorry for you. You can use this little money to rebuild your home."
Until, a rain of wealth began to fall from the sky. Pearls, gold and jade pendants were flying in the air, and a few drops of mercy were sprinkled on the people's hesitation.
Shaobing Zhang Huoran stopped.
The numb and empty soul suddenly felt a little alive.
So Shaobing Zhang turned around, dragged his old legs, and headed against the flow of people towards the main street.
"It's not the young man named Li Yu who's talking, it's you who's talking, right, Mr. Chen?"
Although, the change is probably just a joke. Although, accepting things will only lead to unhappiness.
But Shaobing Zhang was still standing in front of the six evil sects that shook the world. He raised his tongs and waved his palms, turning his ordinary and boring life into a Shaobing.
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