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"Selling steamed buns, fragrant and delicious steamed buns! Guest, do you want a cage? ”

Xiao Er, who sells steamed buns, shouted loudly at the pedestrians coming and going.

"Two cages, pack"

"Good Lat, Guest Officer"

In an instant, a long queue formed in front of this steamed bun shop.

Five days ago, this steamed bun shop was on the verge of bankruptcy, and the skin of the steamed buns was thick, hard and unpalatable, and the buns were still very large, regardless of the taste, they were barely full after breakfast, and the price was very cheap.

However, after that day, the business of this shop is better, and the steamed buns made are not as good as before, at this time, the buns are thin and filling, mellow and fragrant, tender and palatable, fat but not greasy, and the store also gave a nice name "Goubuli Buns"

The long queue gradually became shorter, and the steamer for steaming the buns gradually became smaller, until the last person finished buying the buns, and there was only one cage left.

Xiao Er looked at the last basket of steamed buns and knocked his head with his hand

"What's going on, there will be a cage left every day"

At this time, a stout man came out of the room, with thick eyebrows and big eyes, shirtless, piercing his eyes and looking like an ironworker, but he was the owner of this steamed bun shop, called Ning Xuewen.

When Xiao Er saw the boss come out, he hurriedly stepped forward and asked suspiciously: "Boss, why are you so strange, the number of buns you call for a bag is different every day, but there will be a cage left every day, it's really strange!" ”

Ning Xuewen looked at this Xiao Er, patted Xiao Er's shoulder and smiled: "It seems that you kid is working very hard!" Not bad, what's the name! ”

"The small one is called Wang Sangai"

"Well, I remember you, go about your own business!"

After Xiao Er left, Li Xuewen stepped forward, took the last basket of steamed buns, walked out of the steamed bun shop, and walked towards the outside of the town.

The nearest village to the town is called Big Tree Village, because there is a century-old tree in the middle of the village, so Big Tree Village got its name and became famous.

Under the big tree sat a white-haired old man who walked on the wood, exuding an aura called loneliness, and a pair of eyes that seemed to see through the world, looking at the stone path that led to the big tree.

"Why hasn't that bald man come yet, the old man is almost hungry!"

"It can't be that kid who takes care of business and forgets to practice!"

"No, no, such an honest person won't pit me!"

The white-haired old man kept muttering, like a child, he was passing the time when he was hungry.

The stone road is not winding, but leads directly to the outside of the village, along both sides of the stone road are the houses, at this time the white-haired old man glanced at random, the shadow of a sesame-sized person, getting bigger and bigger, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

It seems that the bald head is strong, and he has not neglected to practice, so he quickly closed his eyes when he thought about it, and his demeanor was fully displayed.

The person who came was the owner of the steamed bun shop, holding a small steamed bun in his hand, and saw that the white-haired old man was closing his eyes to recuperate, so he slowly came to the old man's side, stood there, and waited for the white-haired old man to wake up.

Grunt, grunt

Ning Xuewen heard the voice, and couldn't help but think in his heart, I only ate when I came out, whose voice is this, it can't be the master, so should I wake him up?

The white-haired old man smelled the scent of buns early, but he felt that he couldn't fall into the style of a superior, so he endured his belly and held on.

People are iron, rice is steel, and if you don't eat a meal, you are hungry and panicked, thinking of this, the white-haired old man sighed in his heart and said: "Apprentice, you are here!" Spring and Autumn Secret Classics, how are you learning! “

Not a word about the hungry look just now.

Ning Xuewen touched his bald head, and wanted to ask the master if he wanted to eat first, but the master asked him first, so he blurted out: "The apprentice's qualifications are dull, and he has only been refined to the early stage of pre-events, and he can only predict a little thing." ”

The white-haired old man nodded, but there were huge waves in his heart, this bald head was just a mere mortal, and he had already missed the excellent period of cultivation, and giving him the Spring and Autumn Secret Book was just his own temporary boredom.

The Spring and Autumn Secret Classics are divided into five realms, spring and autumn, the spring chapter is pre-event, pre-person, and the autumn chapter is the past, this life, and reincarnation.

Three years ago, the white-haired old man had a premonition that his limit was approaching, and it was not long before he wanted to use the time he had to take a good look at the world, and just a few days ago he met the bald head.

At that time, the bald head was sitting in front of the bun shop worrying about the lack of customers, and when he saw him, he stepped forward.

"Boy, I have a supreme secret book, if you succeed in cultivating, you can judge what will happen in the future with one word, you can see others at a glance, and the most important thing is that it is eternal and immortal, and it will be reincarnated forever! As long as a basket of steamed buns, how about it! ”

When Ning Xuewen heard this, he raised his head and saw a smiling old man, holding a tattered book stained with oil stains in his hand.

If it was the day before, Ning Xuewen would not have believed it, on those small stalls on the street, this so-called cheats, such as "Heaven and Earth Domineering Formula" and "Shushan Sword Technique General Outline" can be seen everywhere, worthless, and it is not easy to look at this old man now, so he entered the store and took a basket of freshly steamed buns.

"Old man, the buns are for you, and I don't want any books!"

The white-haired old man looked stunned and laughed, "No one has been disobeying himself for a long time, this bald head is strong!" ”

After taking a bite of the bun, the white-haired old man felt that his heart was dripping blood, he had never eaten such an unpalatable bun, but now he was quite hungry, so he had to give up!

In the past three years, the white-haired old man's cultivation has also declined, so he also needs to eat like a mortal, and the white-haired old man after eating the buns, through tough means, forcibly put the practice of "dogs ignoring the buns" into Ning Xuewen's head, and called it famous: "Such unpalatable buns will eat dead people!" ”

Then, the white-haired old man threw down the Spring and Autumn Secret Book and prepared to find water, but the bun was full of salt.

Ning Xuewen saw the old man's magical means, so he picked up the cheats that were stained with oil on the ground, and then his steamed bun shop business got better and better.

"Master, master, why are you in a daze, the buns are almost cold!"

Ning Xuewen saw that the master was motionless again, and the buns were cold again, so he had to remind him loudly.

"Very good, although you have missed the cultivation age, as long as you practice the Spring and Autumn Secret Classics to reincarnation, you can return to the basics!"

The white-haired old man is encouraged if he has something to do, but how difficult it is to cultivate reincarnation! Don't say it!

Hearing the master praise himself, Ning Xuewen smiled again, "Master, eat steamed buns, it's almost cold!" ”

Ning Xuewen opened the lid of the cage, and there were eight small buns lying inside, the old man started it, and the soft skin of the buns was like a girl's skin, and when you eat it, it tastes like hometown.

Eating the buns, the old man remembered his life.

The white-haired old man's name is An Yi is a traveler from the earth, as described in all novels, since he came here, he has a divorced fiancée, and he is a waste, but he also has a golden finger, that is, he can create his own exercises, of course, they are all plagiarized from his previous life.

By chance, An Yi for his beloved, turned into a demon, and also broke through to that realm, crisscrossing the world, killing countless people, and finally being suppressed by the righteous way, in fact, he was invited to drink tea, and those righteous ways treated him politely, in fact, he was tired, and he just wanted to benefit one party and do good deeds.

Thinking of this, the old man shed two lines of tears.

"Master, why are you crying!"

After a few days of contact, Ning Xuewen knew that the master, although he was cynical, he paid great attention to his image, why did he suddenly shed tears now.

"It's okay, bald head, after today, you don't have to send me buns again!"

When Ning Xuewen heard this, he panicked, could it be that the master was about to leave this place? After that, who will guide you in your cultivation?

"Master, are you really leaving?"

"Yes, far, far away"

"Master, can you tell me your name?"

"No, because everyone who knows my name is dead!"

Ning Xuewen carried the empty cage and left.

An Yi thought about it, so he had to add another sentence: "If you practice the Spring and Autumn Secret Classics, you can deduce my name."

The figure on the stone road, as soon as he stopped, obviously heard the master's words.

couldn't wait for the day when Ning Xuewen practiced, An Yi died, and at that time, An Yi's words naturally had no effect.

Looking at Ning Xuewen's figure gradually moving away, An Yi sighed softly: "It is really like green silk turning into snow at dusk, and right and wrong turn your head empty."

Thinking about myself hundreds of years ago, how high-spirited I was, not afraid of heaven and earth, how could I never have thought that I would have such a day.

"Tick, tick"

The sky was originally clear, but suddenly it began to drizzle.

I've heard that people who are dying like to leave some relics behind, so shouldn't I keep some of them, at least to prove that I existed.

At this time, An Yi thought most about not death, but leaving something behind.

The raindrops fell on An Yi's body, and suddenly the comfortable white hair changed to green hair, and the withered old face was also glorious, and in the blink of an eye, the old man who walked Jiang Mu became a beautiful young man with clear eyebrows and beautiful eyes, and the momentum on his body was also rising, and at this time, eighteen points of light flew out of An Yi's body and flew in all directions.

The people around saw such a grand scene, and everyone had different opinions.

At this time, he became a white-haired old man, who just used the secret technique of dead wood and spring to stimulate his last vitality, and sprinkled his treasures and exercises to this world.

"I will never see the world in the future! If God gives me another chance, I won't be thinking about dominating the world, enjoying life is the king! ”

After Anyi's words were finished, his life was gone, his body turned into stone, and then the big tree also turned into stone, and then the entire big tree village turned into stone, fortunately, the villagers of the big tree village went to plow.