Yuandong City, an inconspicuous eighteenth-tier small city in northeast China, has no tourist attractions and pillar industries, and the average salary is only three or four thousand yuan.

At nine o'clock in the evening, the hustle and bustle of the night market gradually dissipated, and there sat a young man who was not good-looking, babbling and muttering, tilting his face and shaking his head.

"I, Zhang Hang. ”

"Eight hundred years ago, the people of Tongtiandao. ”

"An immortal monk from six hundred years ago. ”

"Four hundred years ago, I was free and scattered. ”

"Two hundred years ago, the Eight Bucket Writers. ”

"The anti-Japanese heroes of eighty years ago. ”

"The Chinese martial god of thirty years ago. ”

"Now it's actually a seller of baked cold noodles!"

"There are seven days left! I don't pretend, I have a showdown! I am the embodiment of Niubi!" Zhang Hang became more and more excited, closing his eyes and immersing himself in his own world, and his buttocks on the small bench were cocked.

"Boss, boss!"

"What are you muttering about?

"Bring me a grilled cold noodle!"

Zhang Hang came back to his senses suddenly, with a smile on his face, "Do, do, how many yuan do you want to eat? Do you eat all the green onions and coriander? Are there any taboos?"

Skillfully made a fragrant roasted cold noodles and handed it to the guests, Zhang Hang raised his hand to wipe his sweat, took out a pack of red double happiness from his pocket, lit one and stood behind the stall and smoked it.

Zhang Hang looked at the passers-by coming and going while smoking, with a comfortable face.

"Alas. Looking at the happy family of three strolling on the side of the road, Zhang Hang sighed lightly and looked envious.

It has been thousands of years since he was empowered by that old liar to pass on his life's skills by chance.

The old liar passed on his skills and disappeared from the world, and no one can explain what happened to him until now.

He is immortal and immortal, and his strong internal force is unparalleled in the world, and he is almost invincible on this earth where the aura is getting less and less.

used to have a family of his own, but until the ninth generation of direct descendants broke off his bloodline, as the ancestor Zhang Hang is still in his twenties, parting again and again, and the heart-rending pain again and again makes Zhang Hang dare not have the idea of "home" anymore.

In order not to shock the world and worry that if he was in an unstable state of mind, he would bring out his demons and bring disaster to the world, except for occasionally changing his image with a simple disguise technique he learned from a five-bucket rice veteran hundreds of years ago, Zhang Hang set a strange rule for himself and strictly followed it for more than two hundred years.

If you explain it in modern Chinese, it is easy to understand literally.

"Ten years is not pretended, ten years are pretended. ”

Since he tried his best to get rid of the entanglement of the high-level in China ten years ago, to this day, Zhang Hang has lived a plain life like an ordinary person for nine years and three hundred and fifty-eight days, the company has been a white-collar worker, the factory has been a workshop, Ping An has sold insurance, and has baked cold noodles in the night market.

Thinking of this, Zhang Hang felt a burst of ecstasy in his heart, and adjusted his mood among ordinary people for ten years, although his mood has indeed been stabilized, but to be honest, it is quite difficult.

You can't use force against ordinary people, you can only spend the money you earn every month, you can't steal, you can't rob, you can't gamble, you can't prostitute... Forget it, there are no explicit rules for prostitution.

Thinking of the ten years of mortal experience, Zhang Hang depressedly lit another cigarette, planning to finish smoking this cigarette and go home.

Suddenly, a black Alpha business car slowly drove into the night market despite the complaints of pedestrians in the night market.

Zhang Hang looked at it enviously, damn it, in the past ten years, how many new cars and good cars have been produced in the world, and he can't afford any of them, so he can only check the pictures on his mobile phone.

The Alpha business car moved forward slowly, and unexpectedly stopped in front of Zhang Hang's baked cold noodle stall.

The door slowly opened, and an old man stepped out of the car with the help of a young man, followed by two bodyguards.

Zhang Hang looked at the old man's appearance, flicked off the cigarette butt, and cleaned up the stall with his hands and feet.

The old man was very old, his face was full of wrinkles, he was wearing a silk Tang suit, thin like a hemp pole, and he saw Zhang Hang start to close the stall, which was under the soles of the thousand-layer cloth shoes, and got rid of the support of the young man, and ran to the stall in three steps and two steps.

"Zhang..."The old man pressed the box of eggs on the stall and was about to speak.

"Shut up, if you dare to tell me to knock on your remaining two front teeth. Zhang Hang glanced at the old man with a gloomy look and whispered.

The old man subconsciously closed his mouth, as if he was afraid that the young man would really knock out his two shaky and fruitful front teeth if he didn't agree with him.

Zhang Hang looked left and right with his eyes, and the old man followed Zhang Hang's eyes and saw that the nearby vendors and pedestrians were all looking at him with curiosity.

The old man coughed lightly and returned to his usual majestic demeanor.

"Ahem, this little brother, the old man came from afar to try this special snack, can you bother the little brother to make one for the old man." The old man's face was serious.

The young man who followed the old man was so hung that a mouthful of old blood spurted out, could his grandfather have Alzheimer's disease, and he didn't even bother to drink bird's nest porridge at home on weekdays, how could he think about the roasted cold noodles on this small dirty stall, could it be that his grandfather took himself on a five-hour plane just to eat a Northeast grilled cold noodles?

"Fifty-one Ao, no sausages, or?" Zhang Hang had a look on his face.

"Fifty-one! You eat a big family, and you sell me fifty for five or six yuan!" said the young man behind the old man indignantly.

"I don't want to eat, I don't eat anymore. Zhang Hang rolled his eyes, and really cleaned up the stall again.

"Qinghua, don't be rude. The old man stopped majestically, and the young man who was about to argue with the blind peddler obediently closed his mouth.

"Little brother, you can do it, I will pay 100 yuan to buy this baked cold noodles. ”

The onlookers next to him were in an uproar, buying a baked cold noodle for 100 yuan, this is a local tyrant.

"This boss, do you eat stinky tofu? I'm cheap, twenty yuan a piece. ”

"Boss, boss, do you want to eat fruit? ”

"Boss, I'm..."

The vendors scrambled to be the first to speak.

"Huazi, buy a portion of each of these stalls. Seeing this, the old man spoke.

"Got it, grandpa. The young man reluctantly took a bodyguard and started the big purchase.

"Oh, it's ready, let's eat. Zhang Hang skillfully cooked the roasted cold noodles, and the chicken thief first took a hundred yuan from the bodyguard, and then handed the roasted cold noodles to the old man.

The old man was busy taking the roasted cold noodles with both hands, and carefully tied them with bamboo skewers and ate them.

"Huh? The old man said with a look of enjoyment, this is not a lie, Zhang Hang is known as the little prince of baked cold noodles in the night market in the south of the city, and there are naturally two brushes under his hands, and this baked cold noodles are moderately soft and hard, sweet and sour.

"Let's follow. ”

Zhang Hang packed up the snack cart converted from a tricycle, and didn't compare much, so he turned over and rode outside the night market.

The old man hurriedly ate two bites, summoned the young man who had a stinky tofu in his left hand and a fruit in his right hand to get into the car, and the car quickly started, carefully keeping a distance and following behind the tricycle.

The tricycle pedaled for a long time to the only shantytown in the original East City that was not demolished, rode into it along the black rumbling alley, and stopped steadily in front of a dilapidated small courtyard, Zhang Hang locked the car, and regardless of the few people who followed behind him, he entered the yard by himself, took off his vest, turned on a faucet in the yard, and washed the oil stains on his body.

"Smack!"

"You know how to eat!"

followed Zhang Hang to the gate of the courtyard, and the old man slapped the young man who was eating stinky tofu on the back of the head.

"Grandpa, this thing doesn't smell good, it tastes so good, hehe. The young man finished the last piece and wiped his mouth with a sigh of relief.

"After a while, I went into the courtyard, and I was not allowed to talk nonsense. The old man explained solemnly, and when he saw the young man nodding, he stepped into the courtyard.

"Come on, little stone, what are you looking for me for? It's okay, you don't dare to come to me. Zhang Hang, who was wiping his face with a not very clean towel in the yard, said without raising his head.

"Boy, who do you call Xiaoshi! You are looking for death!" The young man was going to pretend to be dumb when he entered the courtyard, but when he heard this, his lungs exploded at that time, not to mention that his grandfather was the head of the dignified Meng family, Meng Jingshi, even a seventy-year-old man, you can't call someone a nickname.

The young man blushed with a blue face, ignored Meng Jingshi's instructions, and punched Zhang Hang's door.