The old man closed his eyes slightly, full of memories, a proud smile appeared on his face, raised his head slightly, held his long beard, and said: "The old man's name is Qianshou Tongjian, and the patriarch is naturally the Lord of the Pillars." Pen Fun Pavilion www.biquge.info"

Smack.

At the other table, Miyamoto Musashi was so frightened that his hand loosened and his chopsticks fell to the ground.

Miyamoto Musashi asked in a trembling voice, "Uncle, what you said is true?"

Don't blame Miyamoto Musashi for losing his color, it's really a thousand-armed pillar, but it's a legend in the village.

It is precisely because of the birth of the Thousand Hands Pillar, turning the tide, and joining forces with Madara Uchiha to open up a fairyland on earth in the endless Warring States, which is now Konoha Village.

From a very young age, Miyamoto Musashi grew up listening to the stories of this great man, how can he not be surprised?

The old man in the copper room widened his eyes and glared angrily: "How can the old man lie!"

"I think back then, the old man witnessed with his own eyes, the patriarch was heroic, his spirit was flying, and at his fingertips, countless powerful enemies were instantly annihilated. ”

"Although decades have passed since then, every time I think about it, my blood is still boiling!"

Miyamoto Musashi was attracted by what the old man said, and a picture suddenly appeared in his mind, in front of thousands of troops, one generation of eyes and one person alone, only one punch, one kick, it shook the heavens and the earth, the sound shook all directions, and the power was amazing!

Miyamoto Musashi said in an aria-like tone: "Strange people through the ages, the hero of the first generation, Lord only Tsukama!"

When the old man in the copper room heard outsiders praise the patriarch so much, his heart blossomed, and the wrinkles on his face relaxed, like chrysanthemums blooming, and he said happily: "Hou Sheng, your vision is good, you have a very good appetite for the old man, today you will eat with an open stomach, the old man is in for a treat!"

Miyamoto Musashi was suddenly panicked, waved his hand desperately, and said, "How dare you ask? ”

After that, he covered his wallet distressedly, and secretly rejoiced: "Fortunately, I just did a task not long ago, otherwise I would be embarrassed today." ”

After some mutual resignation, it was Miyamoto Musashi who finally came to treat him.

Being invited to dinner, changing to anyone will feel comfortable.

After the old man in the copper room was happy, he hesitated, he couldn't help but be curious, picked up the chopsticks, and asked Yang Ming: "Boss, can you tell me the origin of these chopsticks?"

"Oh?" Yang Ming raised his eyebrows, "What's so strange about this?"

What's so strange about that?

It's so strange!

The old man in the copper room roared in his heart, but when he thought about it, this boss is so willful, maybe this precious and abnormal chopsticks is just ordinary chopsticks?

So, holding seven points of non-bifurcation and three points of anger, the old man in the copper room said: "Boss, do you know that Lord Zhujian used this kind of chopsticks to eat back then?"

"What's that, it's not for eating?"

It's good that Yang Ming didn't speak, but when he spoke, he was really speechless, and he suddenly shook the old man in the copper room.

The old man in the copper room looked at Yang Ming with a look that looked at the loser, and hated that iron could not become steel: "Boss, do you know that the raw materials for making this kind of chopsticks have long been extinct, and most of the chopsticks that remain in the world now are the collections of daimyo and nobles, and they are also the kind that have no price!"

"Oh, I see. ”

Yang Ming said calmly.

But in his heart, Yang Ming was crazy, and asked the system in his heart: "System, is this pair of chopsticks really that valuable?"

"Host, the chopsticks provided by this system are made of thunder pine wood, which has been extinct for two hundred years, with a dull color and a charm that retains its charm, and is worth about one million if converted into currency. ”

The system said seriously and seriously.

"!" Yang Ming felt an inexplicable pain in his heart and said, "System, can I sell it?"

"Can't!"

In a word, the effect was pulled, and Yang Ming felt so distressed.

I think he worked so hard to open a store that he didn't even see 10,000 yuan.

But now, I usually use millions of chopsticks, and there is more than one pair!

This feeling is like having a hard time buying a house and a car, marrying a wife and going home, only to suddenly find out that the other party is a shemale who came back from Thailand.

Is...... Congratulations, congratulations!

And when he saw Yang Ming's calm appearance of a light cloud and a light breeze, as if the sky had fallen and his face did not change, the old man in the copper room couldn't help but sigh with emotion: "Boss, there is really the wind of the patriarch, admire, admire!"

As for Miyamoto Musashi at the other table, panic was written on his face.

He didn't expect that the chopsticks he used were so promising.

Just now, what was he doing?

Let the chopsticks fall to the ground!

Before, he was very unimpressed, and just wiped it with his clothes casually.

But now it's different, Miyamoto Musashi has a pilgrimage mentality, carefully checking the chopsticks, worried about not knocking out.

Not to mention that his salary is not enough to compensate, just this kind of chopsticks, even the kind of big man in the Thousand Hands Pillar is used, which has already made Miyamoto Musashi blame himself in his heart.

"I'm stupid, really!"

"I know that the boss is a master of seclusion, and even the ramen noodles made casually have miraculous skills, but where is the tableware provided by the small shop?"

Thinking like this, Miyamoto Musashi ate noodles, and the whole person trembled.

Even when I looked at the bowl with ramen, my eyes were different, for fear that I would accidentally break the bowl with my rough hands.

The mentality has changed, and Miyamoto Musashi can't wait to finish the ramen quickly, and then pay the bill and leave.

As a low-level ninja, in the face of such a gorgeous lineup, he felt extremely inferior, and he couldn't wait to put a pair of wings on his back and leave quickly.

Miyamoto Musashi glanced at it and suddenly found that the old man Tongma was also so urgent, and suddenly, a sense of intimacy with the same kind of people spontaneously appeared.

Soon, the two finished eating, checked out and left.

After they left, the small shop rarely welcomed another wave of customers.

Far away, Yang Ming heard Naruto's loud horn voice: "Kakashi-sensei, this is what you said, don't regret it!"

A slightly helpless voice sounded: "Got it, Naruto, you don't know how many times you said it along the way, the teacher said to invite you to dinner, and he will definitely invite you!"

With the sound of footsteps approaching, four figures appeared in front of Yang Ming.

A picture of Naruto in a hanging, Sasuke with a cold face, and Sakura as the background wall.

And, Kakashi, who has a good face and a gleam in the depths of his eyes!

"Hey, big brother, a new dish?"

Naruto glanced at the menu, his eyes purring, and glanced at Kakashi, a smug smile on his face that had come up after a prank.

"Big brother, give me a copy of every item on the menu!"

"Okay, what about the others?"

Sasuke and Sakura don't care, they both follow Naruto's example, and they all have a copy of each.

When Kakashi saw the menu on the wall, a thought suddenly sprung up in his heart: "What a beep dog!"