Also in the human world, there are two Taoist priests.
After the two Taoist priests traveled all the way north, they fought while walking and occasionally had a brief truce. Then they changed into shabby clothes and stopped briefly at some roadside stalls to satisfy their hunger.
On this day, the two of them came to a noodle stall. After looking at the price, the younger Taoist priest asked weakly: "Our noodles don't want to be sour, can we get them two cents cheaper?"
The stall owner looked at the clothes of the two people and guessed what kind of poor people they must be, so he waved his hand and said: "It doesn't matter, Rouxuzhaojia, you just need to give me some money for the soup."
The young Taoist priest nodded and thanked him. After touching his whole body, he found that he didn't have enough money for the soup, so he turned to look at the older Taoist priest.
The elderly Taoist priest frowned and touched his pocket, finally collecting the money for the noodle soup.
After the two sat down, the young Taoist priest rubbed his head and sighed: "Brother, no one has benefited from this fight. In the end, I had to lose my face and talk to the stall owner, so he agreed to give us a cheaper price." .”
The older Taoist priest took out a pair of chopsticks and wiped them on his old clothes. Then he looked at the young Taoist priest and said calmly: "It's okay, you are thick-skinned."
The young Taoist priest choked for words.
"If you don't want to continue fighting, don't follow me and do what you have to do."
The elderly Taoist priest put his chopsticks on the table, then looked at the noodle stall owner and suddenly asked: "If he takes the path of martial arts, do you think he will continue to cook noodles?"
The young Taoist priest just shook his head after hearing this. He was not a roundworm in the stomach of the stall owner. How could he know such a problem.
After a while, the stall owner brought two steaming bowls of pork noodles to the table with a smile on his face.
The elderly Taoist priest did not start immediately. Instead, he looked at the stall owner and asked, "If you were asked to take up martial arts, would you still sell noodles?"
The young Taoist priest couldn't wait to devour the noodles. After taking two mouthfuls of noodles, he smiled and said, "The stall owner's craftsmanship is so good, wouldn't it be a pity not to sell noodles?"
At this moment, there was not much business. Fortunately, the stall owner sat on another bench and opened his heart to the two of them: "Martial arts, I did think about it when I was young, and I also imagined that I could become a Shouwan." A master of martial arts that everyone admires. After all, who didn’t want to have sweet dreams when they were young? But later they realized that they had no talent, so they gave up. People should always recognize the reality."
The elderly Taoist priest looked at the stall owner and asked, "Don't you regret it?"
The stall owner thought for a while and smiled: "Regret? I don't think there is anything to regret. There are so many paths in the world, such as Gu Xiaotian, who is already famous all over the world. He is suitable for taking the path of martial arts, and People like me..."..
The stall owner looked back at his small noodle stall with a happy smile on his face.
"For people like me, maybe cooking noodles is the best choice."
The young Taoist priest had already finished the bowl of noodles and nodded in agreement: "Yes, yes, yes, stall owner, your craftsmanship is really good. After finishing the bowl, I feel a little unsatisfied."
The elderly Taoist priest looked a little confused, then looked at the bowl of steaming noodles in front of him, finally moved his chopsticks and tasted it carefully.
The stall owner was also curious about the two people's origins, so he asked: "You two little brothers, I heard that you are not locals, have you escaped from other places?"
The young Taoist priest responded with a smile: "That's right."
"What happened?"
"I didn't commit any crime. I just wanted to protect someone, so I walked and beat him until he got here."
The stall owner nodded and said with a serious look as if he had experienced it: "Love is the most difficult word in the world."
The young Taoist priest, who knew that the stall owner would get it wrong, did not explain, but just stared at the stall owner and giggled.
After a while, the elderly Taoist priest also put down his chopsticks.
Then, he looked at the stall owner again and asked, "If one day you discover that you have a talent for martial arts, will you put down this noodle stall?"
The stall owner smiled, shook his head and said, "Probably not."
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Shi frowned and asked in confusion: "This is what you wanted most, why are you giving it up now?"
The stall owner did not rush to answer. Instead, he pointed at the bowl of noodles and asked an unrelated question, "Is it delicious?"
The young Taoist priest immediately nodded and praised him.
The elderly Taoist priest was a little puzzled, but he calmly said two words, "It's delicious."
"It's delicious, that's enough."
The stall owner smiled and said, "The noodles I make are all made by myself. Even though it is such a small stall, at sunset, many people will rush to eat my noodles. Those who came later did not need a table. They squatted on the ground with a noodle bowl and ate with gusto. Most of those who did not eat would be very upset. Whenever I see such a scene, I will I feel that I am already very happy.”
The older Taoist priest retorted: "But if you join martial arts, you will have a better life, and you will be happier then."
The stall owner smiled helplessly and asked, "Can you guarantee it?"
The elderly Taoist priest said confidently: "Yes!"
"no, you can not."
The stall owner shook his head and said: "If I really take the path of martial arts, let alone the height I can reach, if I become the best in the world, can I really ensure that that is the life I want? According to me You can see, but it’s not necessarily true. Some people like to fight. It’s something that runs deep in their bones. But I don’t like it. Instead of going to fight every day, I prefer to study how to knead the dough. How to make the soup stronger and more delicious, this is the life I want."
The older Taoist priest was a little angry.
He really couldn't figure out what was so nostalgic about this kind of small noodle stall.
Perhaps, he will never understand in his lifetime the life that these ordinary people hope for.
Because he stands very tall.
And he is exactly the kind of person the stall owner said, with the blood of fighting and killing flowing in his bones.
The young Taoist priest gave a thumbs up and praised the stall owner for his thorough life.
Being praised by others will naturally make you happy, and people like the stall owner are no exception. He pretends to be humble and says, "I'm just luckier than most people. Compared with those who don't know what they want, I'm so humble." Man, at least I found something that makes me happy."
After the young Taoist priest exchanged some compliments with the stall owner, business started coming from the noodle stall over there. The stall owner laughed and left to do his business.
Seeing the smile on the stall owner's face as he cooked the noodles, the elderly Taoist priest fell into silence.
The young Taoist priest smiled and said, "Brother, do you understand now?"
The old Taoist priest shook his head and denied, "He cannot represent everyone."
The young Taoist priest sighed and was not competing with his senior brother.
When the two were about to leave, the young Taoist priest found the stall owner, then took out a small object from his pocket and handed it to the stall owner.
It is a small turtle whose workmanship and carving is not too fine.
The young Taoist priest smiled and said, "Stall owner, thank you for clearing up my confusion."
The stall owner waved his hand and said, "It doesn't really clear up the confusion. It's just that you asked me, so that's what I said."
The stall owner refused to accept the little turtle no matter what. Although the workmanship and carving were not good, it could still be sold for some money.
These two young men had to bargain over the price of a bowl of noodles. How could they be so generous at this time?
The young Taoist priest smiled, but insisted on placing the little turtle next to the stall owner, then leaned into the stall owner's ear and whispered a few words.
After hearing what the young Taoist priest said, the stall owner looked shocked.
When he looked around, the two young men had disappeared without a trace.
The stall owner picked up the little turtle and was a little lost in thought.
Above the sea of clouds, the two of them were not in a hurry to take action.
Zhao Qixing stood on a cloud and said, "How about it? You asked a lot of people along the way, but it seems that they don't care about martial arts, but just want to enjoy the peaceful and comfortable life now."
Song Bu
Fan looked disdainful.
These ordinary people must be used to kneeling, so they never feel that they can stand up again.
Zhao Qi said seriously: "Senior brother, there are some things you can do, but it's not necessary."
Song Bufan asked in confusion: "Why?"
Zhao Qixing looked down, "Because they have also had their sweet dreams."
Sometimes, once the sweet dream has passed, it’s okay.
As for whether the dream can come true, is it really that important?
When reality and dreams deviate, the sense of gap is even more shocking.
Song Bufan still disagreed with this and just shook his head. Then two swords appeared at his side and said calmly: "Continue."
Zhao Qixing sighed silently.
There is a big gap between his level and Song Bufan's. Every time he fights against Song Bufan, he will feel a little strenuous.
Therefore, he mostly dealt with Song Bufan, because he could not kill Song Bufan, and the same Song Bufan would not kill him easily.
If he hadn't suppressed Song Bufan with his overbearing Taoist aura, I'm afraid this battle should have ended long ago.
Two fellow disciples ended up fighting to the death, which gave Zhao Qixing a headache.
Zhao Qixing stretched out his hand and said, "Senior brother, there will be no results if we continue fighting like this."
Song Bufan asked: "What do you want?"
Zhao Qixing thought for a while and said: "In my opinion, forget it, but I guess you won't agree, so I have been thinking about what to do these days. Now it seems that there is only one place to go."
"where?"
"Kyoto."
Song Bufan frowned and did not agree.
Gu Xiaotian has arrived in Kyoto and has done a big thing. There will naturally be news about such a big thing, and it is not difficult for the two of them to know the news.
However, what surprised Song Bufan was that Zhao Qixing had been dragging him all the way, and the purpose was very simple, to prevent him from getting close to Gu Xiaotian, but now it was better, Zhao Qixing was rushing to let Song Bufan get close to Gu Xiaotian again. sky.
That's why Song Bufan didn't agree immediately, suspecting that this was another trick used by Zhao Qi.
Zhao Qixing is not in a hurry. As long as there is no fight, it is easy to talk about anything.
After a while, Song Bufan slowly exhaled, "Okay, let's go to Kyoto."
